When the octagonal master said this in one breath, Bai Xiaodao and I were a little confused.

If you look at it this way, the old green coffin under the old stele in Dragon Bone Town should be the yellow dragon coffin that Qian Zhen said.

I can't imagine that this thing has such a layer of origin, but I don't quite understand, what is the matter between the miasma corpse and the Huayang Old Immortal?

If according to what the octagonal master just said, the evil ghost in the Huanglong coffin should have been eradicated by Qian Zhen and Zhuang Xiaosan a long time ago, how could a miasma suddenly emerge again?

I feel that there must be something to be done here, Bai Xiaodao obviously thought of this, and hurriedly asked the octagonal master, "You old, didn't you say Huayang Old Immortal just now, how can you say that I haven't heard you mention the miasma corpse and Huayang Old Immortal for most of the day?" ”

The octagonal lord laughed, "I have already talked about the miasma before, I don't know much about the miasma, besides, haven't I finished talking about it yet?" ”

I asked the octagonal master to speak slowly, anyway, there was still an hour or two before dawn, and since he was interested, it didn't hurt to listen to it.

The octagonal lord gently pushed the leather lamp in front of him a few times, and the flames in the wick became strangely brighter with his push.

"You may be thinking in your heart, the old green coffin was buried by Zhuang Xiaosan in Dragon Bone Town, right?"

The octagonal lord finished holding the lamp and asked.

"Isn't it?" I say.

"Although the old coffin is related to Qian Zhen and Zhuang Xiaosan, the one who really buried it in the stele of Dragon Bone Town is actually Zhuang Xiaosan's apprentice, this person is called Zhu Wenzheng, who is the feng shui master back then."

As soon as the octagonal lord said this, Bai Xiaodao and I were stunned almost at the same time, it seems that there is indeed something to be done.

So, I hurriedly asked, what is going on?

The octagonal lord nodded and said, this Zhu Wenzheng is related to Huayang Old Immortal, and it is also the beginning of the disaster in Dragon Bone Town.

When Zhuang Xiaosan came to Dragon Bone Town with the old coffin, he did bury the old coffin under the stele according to Master Qian Zhen's words.

After dealing with it, Zhuang Xiaosan stayed in Dragon Bone Town for a few months, and finally simply opened a white shop in the town and settled down from then on.

As for the apprentice Zhu Wenzheng he accepted, what happened?

This has to start with a small restaurant on Ximen Street in Keel Town.

Ximen Street is an old street in Dragon Bone Town, located in the southwest of the town, a bit near the tail of the town.

The first half is a vegetable market selling vegetables, and in the second half, there are several alleys, where a group of singing artists live all year round.

The restaurant was opened by a man named Ma San, who was in his thirties and forties, and was kind and kind, and those who knew him called him Lao Ma.

And Zhu Wenzheng was a helper in Lao Ma's restaurant from the beginning, running errands for the store when he was busy, delivering meals and collecting money.

That is, what we now call chores and takeaways.

Dragon Bone Town was quite prosperous at that time, especially Lao Ma's shop near a street in the center of the area, although it looked a little dilapidated on the outside, but the restaurant was crowded with diners almost every time it was eaten.

"Old horse, 5 more beers!"

"Waiter, why hasn't the food we ordered ready yet?"

As soon as night fell, the restaurant was already full.

"It's coming, it's coming...... Don't rush, it's right away. ”

Ma San was busy stir-frying while shouting at the top of his voice.

After serving a plate of braised eggplant on the table, he looked around and muttered in a low voice.

"Damn Zhu Wenzheng, it will be delayed for half an hour to deliver the meal for two people, and this month's salary will be deducted!"

Ma San just scolded for a while, and Zhu Wenzheng hurried back with a basket full of sweat.

didn't have time to drink saliva and rest, so he was scolded by Ma San for serving food and wine, closing the table and washing dishes.

After a long time of being busy, the guests in the restaurant were full of food and drink, and Zhu Wenzheng sighed.

"It's time to take a break."

As soon as he sat down at the cash register, the boss Ma San came out of the back kitchen with an angry face, pointed at him and scolded.

"You little rabbit bitch, you will be lazy for Lao Tzu, you don't want to think that if I hadn't taken you in, you would have starved to death on the street in the morning, so hurry up and send this meal to Lao Tzu."

Zhu Wenzheng looked helpless, but he didn't dare to listen to what the boss ordered, so he had to get up from the stool and follow into the back kitchen.

"Boss, where is this trip going?"

"Send it to No. 86 Ximen Street, and come back for dinner!"

Ma San handed the food to Zhu Wenzheng, and casually took out a half-crumpled cigarette from his pocket and lit it.

"Go and get back quickly, there are still a lot of dishes in the house that haven't been washed."

Zhu Wenzheng nodded, took the food and put it in the basket, and hurried out.

It was already dark outside, and under the dim streetlights on the side of the old street, there were a few passers-by walking loosely.

Along the somewhat darkened alley, Zhu Wenzheng disappeared from the sight of the boss Ma San in the blink of an eye in the direction of Ximen Street.

Zhu Wenzheng has been working in Ma San's restaurant for more than half a year, and it is his daily routine to run away to deliver food, and he is very familiar with the streets and alleys in the vicinity.

It took about ten minutes to come to the middle section of Ximen Street, Zhu Wenzheng looked around, and this No. 86 was in an alley not far ahead.

There are many singing artists living in this section, and because there are few shops, it usually seems a little deserted.

Zhu Wenzheng shrugged his shoulders, crossed the dark road, and finally found No. 86 Ximen Street along the house number.

"What kind of place is this, it's dark and you don't have a street lamp?"

Zhu Wenzheng took out the lighter in his pocket and knocked lightly on the door a few times.

"Is there anyone, I'm delivering food, and your meal is ready."

But after a few minutes there was no movement in the room.

Zhu Wenzheng was a little anxious, came to the windowsill not far from the gate and looked inside, but couldn't see anything.

"Knock Knock Knock ......"

"I'm delivering food, do you want your food?"

This time, Zhu Wenzheng stepped up his efforts in his hands, and shouted at the same time.

But the room was still quiet.

"Have they already gone out?"

Zhu Wenzheng muttered, went downstairs to find the payphone, and dialed the number in the store.

"Boss, there is no one at No. 86 Ximen Street, do you have his phone number?"

Putting down the basket in his hand, Zhu Wenzheng leaned against the wall and lit a cigarette.

After a while, the boss said a number, and he dialed it to try.

Zhu Wenzheng immediately dialed the contact information, but he couldn't get through several times.

"What the hell, what the hell!"

Zhu Wenzheng scolded secretly, then turned his head and walked upstairs.

But he had barely walked a few steps when the phone rang again.

Seeing that there was no one around, Zhu Wenzheng picked up the public phone in confusion.

"You, who are you looking for?"

"Are you the one who delivers the food?" The other party paused for a moment and said.

As soon as I heard the voice, it was an elderly woman, and it seemed to be a little familiar.