Chapter 116

At about eleven o'clock in the evening, the plane arrived at the Eagle Bullet airfield.

After getting off the plane, Jiang Xiaobai finally found a place to pick up his luggage.

His own bamboo basket is quite conspicuous on the conveyor track with suitcases and bags.

He took his own bamboo basket, put it on his shoulder, and looked for a sign to guide him out of the airport under the strange eyes of others.

It's this point, and it's late at night.

Jiang Xiaobai was unfamiliar with the place, and looked around with a pair of eyes.

He looked at the small cars that passed by, and there were red words "empty cars" written on them.

There are many passengers who get on the bus directly, and then tell the driver where to go, and then the car drives away.

This is a taxi.

Jiang Xiaobai has never eaten pork, but now he is seeing pigs running.

He also waited for a few minutes by the side of the road.

But at this point, taxis are relatively rare, and as soon as a car comes, a few people flock to it.

Those who don't pay attention to the rules in the queue are like Jiang Xiaobai who walked over leisurely, and they were immediately taken first.

So he could only retreat back to the aisle, back and forth a few times, making him shake his head a little.

There was a taxi coming.

One or two people behind him were ready to move.

Jiang Xiaobai walked up, walking very slowly, but no one scrambled.

Then he got into the car and said to the driver, "Go to Longhu Mountain", and the car drove away and drove away.

On the road, the people who were about to grab a taxi just now were stunned and suspicious.

In the few seconds just now, why did my body suddenly not obey the call and couldn't move.

Fortunately, it was only a matter of seconds.

But this kind of surprise, until they got in the car, made them think in their hearts, "I can't have some disease."

As everyone knows, their unprovoked fright is just a helpless move made by the particularly conspicuous young man who was carrying a bamboo basket just now.

There's no way, who is called Jiang Xiaobai Siwen is used to it.

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The airport is more than 30 kilometers away from Longhu Mountain, but there are not many cars late at night, and the cars are driving fast on the highway.

The driver is a local, probably because of his profession, and his temperament is relatively hot, so he talked to Jiang Xiaobai.

It's nothing more than where are the people, what to do in Longhu Mountain, and by the way, Jiang Xiaobai will introduce some scenic spots in Longhu Mountain.

Jiang Xiaobai has a peaceful temperament, and he is not unfamiliar with people, and he is very accurate.

"You young man, you speak at a high level, you have a lot of ink in your stomach, and it sounds comfortable. ”

The driver was a middle-aged man in his fifties, who had reached the age of knowing the destiny of heaven, chatting and chatting, and suddenly said with a smile.

As a taxi driver, I have seen all kinds of people, and I have read countless people, and I can know a lot about my personality from talking to people.

It's a life experience that has been accumulated over many years, which is why he said so.

Jiang Xiaobai was "praised" and couldn't help but smile.

On the night of Eagle Bullet today, there is a bright moon hanging in the sky, and the deep night is dotted with stars.

It's a nice day.

The car drove for more than half an hour and arrived at Longhu Mountain.

The driver was enthusiastic, and he heard that Jiang Xiaobai was not familiar with the place, and it was so late, so he sent people to places with more scenic hotels.

Jiang Xiaobai fumbled for the money, paid the money, thanked him, and got out of the car.

Then he found a cheaper hotel and put his luggage down first.

After putting his luggage away, he went downstairs and saw that a small restaurant was still open nearby, so he walked in.

It is recorded in the Taoist scriptures that after entering the innate nature, you can open the valley, drink the breeze, eat frost and dew, and swallow the aura of heaven and earth to maintain your own functions.

But Jiang Xiaobai hasn't tried it, and he is also used to the lifestyle of three meals a day.

This restaurant is not big, but there are rice noodles and stir-fried vegetables, Jiang Xiaobai ordered a bowl of noodles, and found a place to sit down.

After a few minutes, the boss brought a bowl of hot water noodles.

Jiang Xiaobai thanked him and prepared to eat noodles with chopsticks.

"Two bowls of clear water noodles and two plates of pickles. ”

At this moment, a slightly old voice came from outside the store, and the voice was deep.

People arrive before they make a sound.

After about ten seconds, two Taoist priests wearing Tsing Yi Taoist robes walked into the store.

One old and one young, the old ones are probably sixtieth birthdays, and the few ones are not as weak as the crowns.

The old man was empty-handed, but the young Taoist priest was carrying a black clay pot jar in his hand.

The altar is painted with cinnabar runes, and the mouth of the altar is sealed with a blackened cloth, and the seal is a circle of black threads.

"Dao Chief, why are you here again?"

The middle-aged boss, who had just finished serving Jiang Xiaobai a face and hadn't left, saw the person coming, his face changed, and he said with a bitter face.

"You who are open to business, can't you still come to the poor road?"

The old Taoist priest who was old in the armor laughed and didn't care about the boss's attitude.

"Dao Chief, you can come here, but don't bring that thing. ”

The boss had a bitter face, and his eyes flickered as he looked at the black jar in the young Taoist priest's hand.

After a glance, he quickly moved away, as if it was something scary.

"Don't talk about it, old rules, above. ”

The old Taoist priest said, and the old god comfortably found an empty seat to sit down.

The young Taoist priest also sat next to him silently, and put the black jar in his hand on the table.

The middle-aged boss's face trembled slightly, and he looked at Jiang Xiaobai, there were still guests, so he could only helplessly leave the kitchen.

Jiang Xiaobai turned his back to the two Taoist priests, an old man and a young man, at this time, and suddenly his face was different, and the chopsticks in his hand paused.

Then his complexion returned to normal and he began to eat noodles slowly.

After a while, the owner and his wife came out of the kitchen with two bowls of clear water noodles and two plates of pickles.

The proprietress was a woman with a fat figure, and she put two plates of pickles on the table where the old and young Taoist priests were sitting, glared at her and snorted coldly and left.

Obviously, this boss lady is not as good at talking as the boss, and she also does not welcome the two.

The two Taoist priests ignored it, took chopsticks and began to eat noodles, eating smoothly, obviously hungry.

Four or five minutes later, two Taoist priests, one old and one young, finished eating the soup with noodles, put down the money, said hello and left.

It wasn't until they left that the middle-aged boss came out to clean up.

"Boss, how much?"

Jiang Xiaobai put down his chopsticks and asked.

"Seven pieces. ”

Jiang Xiaobai took out the money and gave it to the other party, and asked seemingly casually, saying:

"Boss, how can your family have a reason to drive people away?"

The middle-aged boss took the money, was slightly stunned, and then said with a wry smile: "The young man is not what you think, I am afraid that this store will be unlucky." Do you know what the black jar that the little Taoist priest is holding in his hand?"

As he spoke, his voice flickered and became smaller.

"What is it? Is it still a ghost?"

A strange light flashed in Jiang Xiaobai's eyes, and he smiled faintly.

(I forgot to tell you, the first 112, 113 made some minor changes, which did not affect the plot, but the details and words were missed.) ）