[The book continues from the above, and the last book said that when Miaotian rushed to the forest, Ah Hong had fled for a while. Because Ah Hong is a wood ghost, the breath on his body is no different from that of grass and trees, so it is difficult for Miaotian to track. The next day, the old scholar who rescued Ah Hong, got up early and rushed to the Yunjin shop on the bank of the Panlong River, found a green building, and threatened the guard of the door to buy the Jujing. Draw out the old pedant as he wishes, see the old bustard buy the scriptures. When Mu Qingming went home from work, he saw Zhao Liang visiting home. When Zhao Liang took the opportunity to eat, he told Mu Qingming that he asked the patrol police to visit the people in the city, and he really found a strange person, it is said that this person claimed to be a Xiucai of the previous dynasty, but he had a pair of eyes that would become strange. 】

The morning glow receded in the air, followed by the gloom brought by the windswept dark clouds, and the low-hanging depression filled the sky above the spring city.

Even if the sky has changed, the edge of the Panlong River is still bustling with people coming and going. No one noticed the old pedant, and poked at the door of the Qinglou in broad daylight. I didn't even notice what the old man said to the turtle man at the door.

However, even if a good person came to watch and listen, he would not understand what the Sutra was.

Pedestrians on the road don't understand, but the turtle who stands opposite the old pedant won't understand. Although he is not a doctor, the place where he works is a place made up of girls, and as long as there is something about the girls, whether it is private or not, he knows a little bit about it.

The so-called Jujing is also called the Season Sutra. It refers to a woman's menstruation every three months without symptoms, which is also a normal physiological phenomenon and does not require treatment or medicine.

There are not many ordinary women who have a scripture, but human wisdom is always endless. There is a secret medicine in the green building, which was invented and created according to the inspiration of the Book of Residence, and it is said that this pill has been handed down since Guan Zhong opened the first green building in the land of China. After this medicine was given to the girls in the Qinglou, the girls would only come to Jujing from now on, without exception, they only had a period once every three months. In this way, Qinglou can better exploit the girls inside and let them only rest once every three months.

It's just inhumane.

And because of that effect, this medicine was also jokingly called the Hundred Days One Hudan in the past Qinglou.

Speaking of which, those who knew about this and took medicine should have only known about it in the Qinglou. But the old pedant knew it, which surprised the turtle prince.

The turtle man was a little lonely, and his eyes widened a little at the moment, and he looked the old scholar up and down, and the doubts in his eyes were even heavier. How did he know that the old pedant opposite him was a herbalist, and he took the pulse and dispensed medicine, which was the old pedant's specialty.

Not to mention knowing the scriptures, even the hundred-day Hudan, the old pedant can match it.

It's just that the old pedant doesn't have a woman in his hands, and he can't wait for March, and now he urgently needs to live in the scriptures, so he has to go to the Qinglou with a thick old face.

Not only that, but only the Sutra of the girl in the green building is the most effective for breaking the Dharma. The things in this world are born and restrain each other, and the so-called boundless Buddhism is an ethereal expectation given by people in the empty door to good men and women. Buddhism also has weaknesses, and one of its many weaknesses is the extreme fear of the filth that lust produces. The Qinglou is a place where filth and obscurity gather, and the girl inside only comes to the Sutra once in March, and it is the most filthy thing in the world produced by lust, and there is a strong restraint on Buddhism.

Without this Sutra, the old scholar and Ah Hong want to break the Dharma ban on the spiritual cave of the blessed land, which is a fool's dream.

"How do you know about Jujing?" The turtle man, whose eyes widened a little in astonishment, looked the old scholar up and down again with an incredible gaze.

"You don't care about this, take me in to see the bustard, the five dollars are all yours." The old scholar reached out and handed the shiny silver dollar in his hand to the turtle prince.

Starting with a very heavy silver dollar, the turtle man was no longer suspicious or asked, turned sideways and pushed away the false ones, and said to the old pedant: "Please inside." ”。

The old scholar stepped forward and walked into the door, but the turtle behind him did not follow, but just stretched out his hand and pulled the rope hanging from the door next to him, and then a bell shook on the door, and a crisp and loud jingle sounded to indicate that a guest had come to the door.

The sky became darker and darker, and the dark clouds in the sky were recorded under the wind, covering the last trace of blue sky.

Behind the door is a dimly lit chapel, and in the darkness it seems that the space is even more cramped. The furnishings inside are no different from ordinary people's houses, but the beams and pillars are covered with red and green, and even the corner staircase leading to the second floor at the corner of the house is also full of lights, which is a bit dazzling.

There is also a strong smell of fragrant powder, overflowing from those bright flowers.

The old scholar had just entered the door, and when he looked up, he saw that the curtain of bamboo strips of the hut on the edge of the hall was raised, and a middle-aged woman yawning came out. The old pedant turned his head to take a look, and saw that the woman had convex cheekbones, thick lips as red as a red-billed gull's beak, two eyebrows as thick as ink, and a pair of eyes sunken in the eye sockets, and a thick fat powder on the cheeks of her face, and a bewitching and dazzling paper red peony flower on the top of her head.

Before she could get in front of the old pedant, the heavy smell of fat powder wafted over first, and the fragrance was too strong, but it was a little pungent.

After yawning, the old woman with heavy makeup stood in front of the old pedant, and after looking him up and down for a while, she said in a strange manner: "Oh, Daddy, you came so early, and this girl has just gone to sleep." Besides, can you afford to eat this body? ”。

With that, he sat down on a circle chair in the depths of the hall, and let out a long yawn with his mouth baring a mouthful of yellow teeth.

But there was no intention of welcoming guests, the tea was not served, and the fruit bowl was not brought. The old pedant stood still, and did not say anything to invite the other party to sit down.

"Bustard, no, mother; The bones of the old body are really tossed and turned on the girls, and I am not here to find the girls. The old pedant, as always, did not care about his rudeness, just stood in place, stared at the sleepy old bustard, and said slowly: "I am looking for you, just to buy something." ”。

"Are you old and confused? This is a Qinglou kiln, not a warehouse market. The old bustard, who had not waited for a pause to continue, was the first to speak, and reprimanded impatiently: "What else do you think there will be besides the girl?" ”。

"The house of the girl in your building. I know you'll all take it and sell it to those who draw talismans and do evil, so sell me some of this too. The old scholar smiled indifferently, stretched out his hand and wiped it into his sleeve, and successively took out a few oceans and a pair of high-grade jade bracelets with exquisite and translucent dew, and a unique jade quality.

Then the old scholar took a step forward, and without hesitation, he put the ocean in his hand and the pair of jade bracelets in his hand and gently put them on the table of the eight immortals in the old bustard's hand.

When the old bustard saw the money, he laughed, and there was an abnormality in that smile, less impatient than before, and a little more flattering.

She took the jade bracelet, looked left and right, and then looked at the old pedant, and didn't get up to get the Jujing, but asked: "You also draw ghost talismans (ghost talismans are talking about those folk goddesses)?" ”。

"You don't care about it, take the money and sell the goods." The old pedant didn't explain much about anything.

"Done." The old bustard put away his curiosity, put the money into his bosom, stood up, and walked towards the hut he had walked out of.

The wind howled outside, followed by a heavy rain as thin as a cow's hair, falling from the sky with a clatter. The streets suddenly became noisier, and people shouted and shouted in the wind and rain, panicking to avoid the rain.

After a while, the old bustard turned around again, walked to the old pedant, and handed the old pedant an extra clay pot with a stopper in his hand, but only two fist-sized clay pots.

The old pedant took it, and did not hurry to leave, but unhurried and uncorked, and suddenly the smell of blood permeated, and a touch of crimson appeared in front of the old pedant's eyes.

The old pedant moved his nose, and under the gaze of the old bustard, who immediately pinched his nose and frowned, he sniffed the stench rising from the jar as if nothing had happened, and then stuffed the stopper into the mouth of the jar as it was, and then turned away without saying a word......

The rain that began after the early morning was intermittent and foggy, and it did not clear up in the afternoon.

Mu Qingming got off work, and after saying goodbye to the guys in the warehouse, he took up his umbrella and went down to the Jade Dragon Pile and headed towards Shala Lane.

After walking for a long time, he walked to Shala Alley, stood in front of the small courtyard of the Mu family, collected the umbrella, and pushed the door in.

The raindrops snapped, and the osmanthus flowers in front of the corridor spit buds in the rain. Lying behind the door, the wicked sly wagged his big fluffy tail.

Mu Qingming had just entered the courtyard when he smelled a strong smell of meat wafting out of the main hall.

Mu Qing swallowed his saliva, put the umbrella he put away next to the door, closed the door, and then turned around and walked along the corridor in front of the house, towards the main house.

When Mu Qingming came to the main house, he saw that Mo Han and the others had already placed seven large bowls and eight large plates on the table of the Eight Immortals, and a cooking pot made of silver was set up in the middle, which was spread again and again with cabbage tofu and tender and refreshing beef.

Looking at the house again, Zhao Liang's guy is also there.

"Why are you here? Not on duty today? Mu Qingming casually asked Zhao Liang this, turned around and returned to the door, braved the rain to go to the well in the courtyard to fetch water and wash his hands.

"I'm here to eat." Zhao Liang, who came out, said this as a matter of course, stood under the corridor, and said to Mu Qingming: "By the way, I will send you Liu Yang's file." ”。

Mu Qing Mingzai carefully washed the dirt on his fingertips, and his mouth was not idle, and immediately asked: "Then I asked you to stare at those strange people in the city, have you found staring?" ”。

After finishing speaking, Mu Qingming had already washed his hands, trotted to the bottom of the porch, took a towel from the rope between the two pillars and wiped his hands.

"According to your old orders, the city patrol officers secretly visited the shops in the city, and really found a strange old man near the small west gate. It is said that the old man had strange eyes. Zhao Liang looked at Mu Qingming's eyes, and suddenly became curious: "By the way, how do you know that there are really strange people other than you in this city?" ”。

"That's weird, it's not weird, don't call these people like monsters!" A trace of displeasure suddenly flashed on Mu Qingming's face, and after snorting angrily, he said, "Tell me, how strange is that person's eyes." ”。

As soon as he said this, the sound of clear soup boiling and tumbling sounded in the main house not far away. What followed was Mo Han's shouting: "The pot is boiling, let's eat first." ”。

When Zhao Liang heard this, he immediately smiled at Mu Qingming and said, "Eat first, I'll tell you how strange this old man's eyes are when you're full of food and drink." No, it's peculiar. ”。

Who is the old man Zhao Liang said? How peculiar are the eyes? Find out what happens next, and listen to the next breakdown.