The crowd of people listening to the book on Zijing Street gathered more and more.

Bu An relied on the bits and pieces of TV, movies and fanfiction stories about Journey to the West in his memory, grafting back and forth, adding oil and vinegar, not only frightening the people of Yuezhou who had never seen much of the world, but also suppressing the pretentious Miss Wei Jia.

On the other side of the street, next door to Linglong Fang, in a small window on the second floor, Haruma was quietly watching the spectacular storytelling scene through the corner of the wooden window.

This morning, when I returned to the dilapidated mansion by the Tsumi River, and when I saw the shadow boy waiting there alone, Qingshan felt like a world away.

The crisis of life and death hanging by a thread disappeared without a trace inexplicably, and a person and a ghost in a panic immediately left the riverside house where no one could live anymore.

She came to Linglong Fang early in the morning, and asked the shopkeeper to help find a place to live, and the shopkeeper Sun vacated the big house next door to Linglong Fang without saying a word.

Now, Haruyama is sitting on the second floor of this house. Shadow Bo was in the shadows in the corner behind her.

After years of getting along day and night, Haruman has long been accustomed to having such a shadow around him anytime and anywhere, even if he spends most of the time, it is so quiet that people can't feel that he exists.

Qingshan looked at the scholar with an exaggerated expression and a high-pitched voice across the street, and unconsciously frowned slightly. She was a little confused.

Didn't this scholar come out to talk about books to get his attention? But today is not the third day, why is he still here to tell stories?

He said that he would compensate for the money for repairing the house, but why did he take out a whole bag of copper coins? Is it really because he is poor that he lives in that kind of place, and he has to come out every day to read books and earn some hard-earned money?

He sang two tunes on the street yesterday with novel tunes and thought-provoking tunes, but why did he sing a featureless ordinary tune after tying himself up?

If Bu An knew Qingshan's thoughts at this time, I am afraid that he would spit out a mouthful of old blood.

He was worried that the ancients would not be able to accept modern music, but he didn't expect that a musician like Qingshan had an extremely keen sense of music. Bu An casually sang the Journey to the West soundtrack, and she was attracted to study the score late at night after listening to it from a distance, but the ancient style in his concept sounded ordinary in Qingshan and had no value.

In fact, after hearing the word "lovesickness", Qingshan only felt that the scholar who had tied himself up here to listen to him poured out his heartfelt face was hateful, despicable, and shameless, and he no longer had the heart to listen to his clichés.

However, now from a distance, watching him tell strange stories of demons and gods with great effort, and thinking of the contradictions between his frightened speculations and what he saw in front of him, Haruyama suddenly wavered a little.

"Shadow Uncle...... Do you think this is really a misunderstanding?" she had been with the old ghost for many years, and was accustomed to speaking in a very soft voice, and he could hear it no matter how light it was.

The old ghost in the shadows was stunned for a moment before replying, "The most insidious thing in this world is the human heart. ”

Haruyama knew what he was referring to, a lesson she had heard from Shadow Uncle since she was a child, so much so that over the years, she had hardly ever had a deep friendship. If it weren't for this, it wouldn't have been possible to ask the shopkeeper of Linglong Fang for help when the house was destroyed.

But...... Is this scholar really a wicked man who can take advantage of the danger of others, but he casually lets himself go? Could it be that he is so powerful that he even moved here to live here, and at the moment he is secretly looking at him through the crack in the window, and he knows it clearly?

If you really misunderstood him and took his hard-earned money......

Haruyama shook his head, and finally pushed the window door shut, continuing what had been interrupted last night: reading the ancient book.

Not far from her hand was a cloth bag full of copper coins.

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This round of evil moon and nine yangs is from the second day of the fifth month to the tenth day of the fifth month, the closer to the day when the cloudy night comes, the more lively the night in Yuezhou City becomes, just like the last carnival in the mythological story.

Bu'an talks during the day, counts money at night, practices spiritual power when he is free, and also practices the piano before going to bed, and his life is more fulfilling than when he hunts ghosts.

The daughter of the Yu family seems to have changed her temperament, and she no longer looks arrogant when she comes to listen to books every day, although she doesn't like to talk to him as a storyteller like ordinary people, but she didn't cause trouble anymore after all.

Deng Xiaoxian hadn't seen him for several days. Where this guy will go if he gets thirty taels of silver, even Su Su knows.

The story of the unlucky monk and the three monsters is getting better, and Bu'an's income has become quite considerable, and he can now earn nearly the same amount of money in half a day.

In the past few days, when Su Su counts money every night, she has an extra hobby: thinking about how long it will take for her son to save enough money to buy a house.

Bu'an has a free time to tell stories, and has inquired with the people who listen to the book, Yuezhou Nancheng, two into four houses with a small courtyard, more than 40 taels of silver, the price of the north city is more than 30 percent, along the canal is more expensive 30 percent, along the mash river is even more expensive.

It is said that when the evil moon did not come, it did not need so much silver, but now, everyone is afraid that the evil moon will make a fierce scene, and all the squires and wealthy families in the vicinity have moved to the city, raising the land price of Yuezhou City a lot, and it may be more expensive in the future.

Bu An'an thought that this was not much different from what he had seen in his previous life.

More than forty taels of silver, judging from Bu'an's current income from storytelling, it doesn't seem to be far away, but his storytelling is a sideline after all, and his main business is rubbing ghosts, and the two alternate between the two, which is equivalent to doing nine days off and nine days off. This is in the case of the evil moon remaining on the ninth day.

As far as Bu'an can see, the people of Yuezhou generally have an optimistic attitude towards the evil moon, believing that the Great Liang Dynasty is in its prime, and the evil moon will most likely leave immediately, and it has maintained it for several months without further progress, which is the proof.

Bu An's opinion is a little contradictory, he not only hopes that Evil Moon will stay longer, so that he can rub as much ghost qi as possible, but also feels that the gentleman is cautious and independent, and he has this kind of thought, and vaguely violates Tu Yao's rule of "not doing evil".

He said to himself: "It's okay if the evil moon comes, it's not Lao Tzu's decision!"

The days passed day by day, the money bag bulged day by day, and on the eighth day of the fifth month, Deng Xiaoxian finally appeared. As soon as he appeared, he brought bad news - He Yinsheng, the same knowledge of Yuezhou, was gone.

How could a state capital, a five-grade official, suddenly disappear? Deng Xiaoxian really couldn't figure it out. Rather than figuring out the reason, it is more important to recognize a reality: his backstage has fallen!

This thing is really ridiculous, Deng Xiaoxian has never seen this Lord He, and he doesn't even know how tall and short he is, but the cultivation circles in the whole Yuezhou City seem to know that this Lord He is his backstage Deng Xiaoxian.

"Hey, the backstage is down, it's worse than no backstage!" Deng Xiaoxian sighed as he sat in the Bu'an house.

Bu An rolled his eyes and said, "It's not all your own doing! Who told you to be so flamboyant in the first place?" He didn't care about Deng Xiaoxian's face, he only cared about one thing, "Gongsun Pang's side, won't you smash our jobs, right?"

Deng Xiaoxian lamented: "That's not good! This little old man came to me this morning, saying that there are too many people in the Ghost Hunting Three Divisions, let me rest at home first!"

Bu An exclaimed: "What about me?"

Deng Xiaoxian spread his hands and said, "Aren't you asking in vain...... I kicked them all in. ”

Bu An said angrily: "I'...... My monthly money is only 500 coppers, and his grandson Pang is not short of this money, right?!"

"How can there be no shortage? Not to mention five hundred coppers, even half a copper, if he can deduct it, he will never spend it!" Deng Xiaoxian said with a swear.

Bu An wanted to say, "Then can I give him five hundred copper coins?"

He is not afraid of losing face, but he is worried that his ghost appearance is too ugly.

It is a deviant for a student to catch ghosts in Yuezhou, but if he catches ghosts in Yuezhou with money, it is not a deviance, but a stupid fork. No one doubts!