Nanshan hooked Xiaozhi's shoulder and added, "That's the Demon King! Does the Demon King know? ”

"Spider Spirit, Demon King?" Xiao Zhi's eyes straightened, he took a step back, and his hand holding the clay jar began to tremble, and he was afraid that he would throw the jar out if he was unstable, so he hurriedly hugged it tightly. "I don't want you to scare people like that. ”

Zhou Xuanqing frowned slightly, took the jar, patted his shoulder and comforted: "On weekdays, you are the most courageous, junior brother, I am not afraid of you." ”

With a light hand, the whole body relaxed. Xiao Zhi licked his thick lips and smiled embarrassedly, "Senior sister, it's the first time I've seen the Demon King." In the past, we went down the mountain to sell talismans, but we all went through the motions. The demons have never seen a few, let alone the fairy ancestor. ”

The top of Niutou Mountain is not high, and the three of them just talked, and they had already arrived at the palace after a while.

I saw a broken Taoist palace without even a plaque standing in front, outside the long gate is a barren grass, under the eaves there are two broken skin lanterns hanging from the beginning of the year to the end of the year, swaying left and right when the wind blows. It's not like words.

Xiu'er had already heard footsteps inside, and hurriedly trotted out from the palace to greet her. Her face was white, her body was slender under her robe, and she happily started to sign language: Master, senior sister, have you been injured this time?

Nanshan raised his arm, pulled a corner of his sleeve, and wiped the corners of his eyes with a fake look, "It's still Xiu'er who cares about the master the most, and it's not in vain that the teacher raised you with and urine back then." ”

Here we go again. The three apprentices held their foreheads together, looked at each other and smiled helplessly.

Nanshan is telling the truth, don't look at the vicissitudes of life now, he was also handsome. Zhou Xuanqing was the first child to be picked up by him. He was both a master and a father, and he was in a hurry to support the child. After that, he picked up the lost Xiaozhi and Xiu'er, who was suffering from dumb disease, and raised them in the same way.

Zhou Xuanqing didn't know his life experience, and he grew from an infant child to the age he is now calm. From being ignorant, to being able to help Nanshan do things, and taking care of his younger brothers and sisters.

Nanshan often said that he was the son of a merchant family, and because he didn't want to learn to do business, he left home and came out to be a monk. But for so many years, I haven't seen any relatives come to look for him, and I haven't seen him go back to his home. No matter what, the four of them guarded this palace, drew talismans, did practical things, and lived a poor but happy life.

Yicheng Palace is too poor, there are no statues of Sanqingzun, and there are still three statues of shrines.

Zhou Xuanqing entered the hall, stroked the ashes, and hurriedly put the clay pot with the demon king under the shrine.

Xiu'er asked in sign language: Senior sister, what does this demon king look like when he turns into a human form?

Zhou Xuanqing recalled: "The demon king at that time, his face was like jade, elegant and dusty, and his clothes were riding the wind, like a fairy. If he is said to be a demon king, no one can believe him, but if he is not a demon, how can mortals have such a posture?"

Xiu'er opened her mouth wide and blinked her eyes, but she couldn't spell out the appearance described by Zhou Xuanqing in her mind.

This is not to blame her, the best-looking person she has ever seen in her memory is the teacher in Datong Town at the foot of Niutou Mountain. But how can that be the same day?

The two walked out of the hall and saw Nanshan sitting on the stone table and shouting, "Xiaozhi, go and get the pen, ink, paper and inkstone for the teacher." ”

Xiao Zhi's legs and feet were fast, and with a yawn, he moved things out and put them down. While studying the ink, he asked, "Master, do you want to write a monster hunting travelogue?"

Nanshan touched his two short beards, his eyes flashed with a hint of essence, and said: "Why are you writing that thing, does anyone buy it? As a teacher, you have to rely on this demon king to repair and repair our Yicheng Palace. ”

After hearing this, Zhou Xuanqing raised his eyebrows and couldn't help laughing: Who couldn't kill him in the first place? Who was going to flee from the battle? But fortunately, he returned safely.

Nanshan struggled to write, a little ink flew away like a dragon under the sheep's hair, and finally stopped before slowly putting the pen back on the inkstone.

Xiao Zhi stood behind him and read it silently, his eyebrows raised, and he said in embarrassment: "Master, are you serious?"

Zhou Xuanqing also took a closer look, and saw the handwriting on the top of the grass, but he could still distinguish clearly: Yicheng Palace descended to the demon king, if you want to watch it, you can go up the mountain.

There is also a line of small print: Thirty Wen looked at it, and refused to get started.

Nanshan really has a way to make money, whether it is the same sect Taoist who heard the news or the wealthy official businessman who wants to hunt for curiosity, the road to Niutou Mountain has been blocked at both ends in the past three days, and he has to come to see what this demon king looks like.

In the past, the palace was as deserted as it was, but now it is thanks to the blessing of the demon king, and it is crowded and lively inside and out.

The palace view is not big, and Xiaozhi and Xiu'er are at the door to stop those who want to squeeze in together. Zhou Xuanqing didn't like many people, so he hid on the roof and half-squatted in the sun. Because there was a light rain last night, the eaves were wet and slippery, and the water droplets under the eaves were glowing with the golden glow of the morning light. Looking at such a scene, Zhou Xuanqing's eyes couldn't help but be in a trance.

As for the Taoist, you have to get up early against the morning dew, carry water, cook rice, and chop wood. From time to time, I was forced to make a living, went down the mountain to exorcise evil spirits, and did a Dharma or something, but I was never afraid of hardship. It's just that Nanshan is too lazy, and he is half-hung when he teaches everything, but fortunately, a few of their apprentices can still support themselves.

After squatting for a long time, my legs and feet are a little numb. Zhou Xuanqing stretched his limbs, and his eyes fell on one place and he was stunned: this roof has not been repaired for too long, and there are already a few bricks missing, and every time it rains, a bowl must be placed in the house to catch water.

She carefully shifted her position under her feet, and from the gap she could see the inside of the main hall below.

The heads of the two crowned heads were close together. One is the master Nanshan, and the other is a businessman who came to watch the demon king.

Nanshan held the jar of the demon suppression, lifted the rune paper on it to reveal a little gap, and quickly showed it to the man before closing it. Because he was too quick to see clearly, the man shouted.

"You Taoist priest is a liar, I can't see anything clearly, return the money!" The man reached out and was about to touch the jar, but was quickly hit by the other hand.

Nanshan guarded the jar, raised his eyebrows and said, "I'm sorry, if you read it, you can still get the money back after you have taken a bite of the bun?" ”

The man still wanted to mess around, but suddenly heard a whimpering sound from the roof, mixed with a sound as sharp as nails scraping against the top of the beam, and the sound of the gargle wind winding around the branches came into his ears, which was particularly terrifying, and his scalp was like numbness.

There are three high incense sticks lit in front of the Sanqing shrine on the stage, which are almost halfway burned. There were only the two of them in the hall, and the atmosphere was inexplicably weird.

Nanshan pressed the jar and glanced at the top of the beam.

The man felt that the sound sounded like it was coming from a monster and a ghost, and as soon as this thought came out, he was so frightened that his hairs stood on end, and his fingers were like pins pricked back.

Nanshan hesitated for a moment, as if he had made up his mind, and said, "Do you want to show you again?" ”

The man stared at the jar containing the demon with wide eyes: although he couldn't see any movement, the four corners of the talismans on it were lifted by the wind, and the inside of the jar was dark as if a demonic energy was about to break through the top open.

The man didn't dare to think about it, his spine was cold, and he stepped back to go out: "No, no, I won't look at it!" But he didn't notice that there was a threshold under his feet, and the man almost fell out.

Zhou Xuanqing Shi Ran jumped from the roof, and it was she who made the sound. Yi Xing Shan looked at the back that seemed to be fleeing, and sighed: "Just this dare to come to see the demon king?"