"Brother Huzi, aren't you playing?" The dog looked at Huzi's hurried appearance and asked, "You and Mr. Peng went down the mountain to hunt ghosts?" As he spoke, the dog was going to Huzi.

Lingzhi stretched out his hand and stopped the dog: "Don't make trouble, dog, you Brother Huzi can't touch those things." Huzi didn't reply: "Yes, something happened." I have to go down the mountain with Master. ”

Xiao Jiu's eyes rolled, and he said with a smile: "Huzi, let's play with you today, it's not interesting for you to go down the mountain to 'see things' and what are we playing, let us go with you to see and see?" ”

As soon as Xiao Jiuyi said this, Lingzhi smiled at Huzi; "Huzi, you and Mr. Peng go down the mountain to do business, and the dog and I won't follow and mess around." As he spoke, he took the dog's hand and walked out. The dog is full of reluctance, it is rare that the private school is fake, and it is difficult to come out to play, how can he go home easily.

"No!" The dog played with Lai and dragged the corner of Lingzhi's clothes, "I'll go and see it too." ”

Lingzhi smiled, stretched out his hand and scraped the dog's nose: "Do you know what your brother Huzi is doing?" Catch ghosts and demons with Mr. Peng! That goblin has blinded you! Maybe this time you follow to see it, and the goblin sees that 'there is such a delicate and lovely big fat boy, how good it is to take it and eat it', what will you do when the time comes? ”

The dog was still a ten-year-old child, and when he was frightened by his daughter-in-law, he was shocked, and took Lingzhi's hand and walked to his head: "Sister Lingzhi, let's go home." ”

Huzi packed up his things one by one, threw the bag on his shoulder, and turned his head to look at Xiao Jiu: "Do you want to keep up and see what to see?" ”

Xiao Jiu hesitated for a moment: "Mr. Peng won't be unhappy, right?" Huzi threw the pigtail around his neck and went out, saying as he walked: "After this village, there is no such shop, my master is not happy and will count you a few words, is it worth opening your eyes?" Xiao Jiuyi thought the same thing, and chased out the door in three steps and two steps.

Lingzhi and Gouzi had already gone down the mountain along another path, and when Huzi and Xiao Jiu came to the door, they saw that Mr. Peng had changed into a black robe, which could only be seen clearly under such good sunlight, and the robe was embroidered with a strange python wrapped around the body with black thread, the scales were fine and faintly shining vividly, but it was also vicious and abnormal!

Xiao Jiu was taken aback by Mr. Peng's outfit - Mr. Peng had never dressed up like this when he went to the play!

Mr. Peng turned around when he heard the sound, and when he saw Xiao Jiu following behind Huzi, he didn't say anything, and nodded to the burlap that had been guarding the door. At this time, the burlap towel also had a little more strength, and hurriedly said: "Mr. Peng, let's go down the mountain, the borrowed mule cart is waiting at the bottom of the mountain!" ”

The group came down the mountain, transferred to a mule cart, and ran non-stop to the city of Changtufu. The mule cart was a board cart that pulled goods, and could not walk on the main road, and when they entered the city, the group ran to the west of the city with their feet on the ground. The coarse linen towel wanted to sa girl all the way home to the door, seeing that Mr. Peng and the two children with him were already walking forward quickly and it was not easy to urge, so he could only wipe the sweat on his head from time to time, and he didn't know if he was tired from going back and forth in the city on this mountain, or he was anxious about his mother.

Entering the alley behind Fangshi Street, Huzi was taken aback by a glance, there was a yellow skin and a fox standing on the wall in the alley! When these two little beasts saw Huzi looking at them, they actually nodded to Huzi with a bit of a greeting!

Huzi frowned and stopped, stretched out his right hand and two fingers towards the wall, and pointed at his eyes, and the two little beasts nodded again. Huzi knew this in his heart and quickly followed his master. Seeing that Huzi no longer cared about them, the two little beasts ran and flew along the wall, overtook Mr. Peng and his party, and entered the back door of a house on the corner of the street and disappeared.

Xiao Jiu looked at Huzi strangely, and came up to ask, "Huzi, what did you look at just now?" The corners of Huzi's mouth grinned, and he smiled: "I can't see the things you can't see." The monk of Xiao Jiuzhang was puzzled, and he didn't ask when he saw Huzi's mysterious appearance - at this time, asking Huzi would inevitably be teased by Huzi, and after a while, Huzi couldn't hold the style at this time, so he took the initiative to show off.

Mr. Peng and his entourage walked to the corner of the street, and the back door of the house where the two little beasts had just entered opened wide, and the sound of crying was faintly heard. There was a little old man standing in the door, watching a group of people, with a small round face and a mustache, a long shirt and a melon skin hat, who was about the same height as a tiger, and a small "Zhang" character was embroidered on the placket of the horse coat. Huzi saw two little beasts squatting on the side of this person, one left and one right, and the two little beasts saw Huzi looking at them again, turning into two streaks of green smoke and burrowing into the cuffs of the little old man.

The coarse linen towel led the way into the house and saluted the little old man: "Zhang Daxian, I invited Mr. Peng here, you two hurry up and show it to my mother." ”

Zhang Daxian smiled faintly: "Don't worry!" In the future, the rice must be eaten one bite at a time, and the road must be walked step by step. ”

After saying that, he patted the shoulder of the burlap and crossed the burlap to Mr. Peng and his party, arched his hand and said, "Mr. Peng, I'm sorry to work for you." Just now you were walking halfway down the road, and my Huangtang newspaper announced me. Thank you, old man. As he spoke, he glanced at Huzi again, and the smile on the corner of his mouth became a little thicker.

Huzi looked at Zhang Daxian's smile and unconsciously shivered, this look of smiling flesh made Huzi disgusted in his heart. Huzi knew that he said "report halfway", which was what he said about the fact that he and his family reported the right thing.

Mr. Peng waved his hand: "Zhang Daxian doesn't have to be polite, they are all cultivators, who hasn't helped anyone?" I'm just curious, what is it that you Zhang Daxian can't solve, but you want to come to me? You are a disciple who leads immortals to practice, what are the difficulties that the immortals in your family can't solve? ”

Zhang Daxian smiled: "Mr. Peng won't hide it from you, this hall of my family is the love of the ancestors of Mengyin, and the sect leader is the king of the Qingfeng Tablet of my family." If it is an ordinary ghost elf, this immortal family is naturally not a problem, but since I am cultivating the hall of the stele king, then my little old man really has nothing to do with him if the blood is too strong. I can't be destroyed! But this person in this room didn't say anything about murder before his death, and he still doesn't speak! I can't even say everything, how can I 'transform' it! I remember that when you first came to Changtu Mansion, you single-handedly collected the evil spirit of the evil ghost leader of ten miles and eight towns, so majestic! That's why you can take a look. Of course, I don't miss you how much money you have, and you and I divide the amount of money promised by the bitter master's family. ”

The meaning of this Zhang Daxian is actually very clear - I don't want to get my hands dirty!

Qingfeng refers to male ghost fairies, and Qingfeng Tablet King is naturally the leader of male ghost fairies. He also said that it was "his own", which of the ancestors surnamed Zhang must have been successful in cultivation and chose him to be a disciple of Ma. Although this Daxian is a lobby entrance, Hu Huang Changbai has no shortage of clear breeze and smoke souls, but the sect leader is a clear breeze after all. Qingfeng is a ghost immortal, so the most taboo thing is to be contaminated with blood and increase resentment, and if you accidentally become obsessed with your mind for a moment and a half, it is easy to lose a lot of Taoism.

Mr. Peng listened to his words with some dislike. First, I am also a cultivator, my surname Peng is not afraid of blood, does not mean that you can deceive me to go down the mountain, isn't it easy to explain the words clearly before sending someone? The second is that the old mother of the bitter master is still haunted by evil spirits, and she discusses the sharing of fireworks money in front of other people's sons, which is really annoying.

But saving people is a top priority, and Mr. Peng didn't want to waste words with the old man, so he pointed to the back room. Zhang Daxian smiled again: "Yes, it's important to save people." I'll set you up chopsticks, will you take a look at it first? ”

When he entered the inner room, there was a woman tied to the kang head, and her short shirt with a disheveled coat was tattered, and the stubble was just torn. The woman was bound by two turns of hemp rope the thickness of an adult's thumb, and her body was tied to the kang cabinet. She couldn't speak with a cotton towel in her mouth, and she could only let out a hoarse roar from her throat, and saliva dripped down the corners of her mouth to her chest, wetting a large chunk. Angrily opened a pair of bloodshot eyes, staring viciously at the group of people walking outside the door.

The people in the house, who were either busy or came to see the excitement, consciously gave way to the place. Zhang Daxian walked closer, and a man with a wooden look next to him handed Zhang Daxian a chopstick and a bowl filled with water. It seems that Zhang Daxian ordered it in advance.

Zhang Daxian put the water bowl in front of the tied woman, and the woman watched Zhang Daxian's expression gradually change, and the low roar in her mouth gradually stopped. Zhang Daxian coughed twice contrivedly, and the crowd around him who had been observing quietly fell silent for a moment. Everyone knows that they can't disturb the practice of the Great Immortals, otherwise if something goes wrong at that time, how can they afford to carry the black cauldron that is related to human life.

Zhang Daxian seemed to be very satisfied with the effect of his light cough, nodded with a smile, and put the chopsticks in his hand straight into the bowl. The woman's eyes were also attracted by the chopsticks, and she looked directly at the chopsticks in the water bowl.

Zhang Daxian's hand slowly left the chopsticks, but the chopsticks still stood upright in the water bowl. The dozen or so onlookers around gasped in unison - this Daxian is not a wasted name, but some ability!

Zhang Daxian pinched a trick with both hands, and drove away with his feet on the gossip steps, reciting words in his mouth, shaking his head as he walked.

Huzi looked at Zhang Daxian's shaking head and tail shaking and chuckled and rolled his eyes. Zhang Daxian is a disciple of the horse, and he depends on his own immortal family, where did he get such a trick and such a curse? However, Huzi and Mr. Peng are both able to see through it and not say it, people are willing to eat this bowl of rice, no one cares, right?

After Zhang Daxian finished reciting the mantra, he stepped forward with two steps and pointed out the chopsticks standing in the water bowl with his right hand, and saw that the chopsticks began to shake slightly, and then the amplitude became larger and larger, and even began to shake violently! In Huzi's eyes, it was a big snake climbing on the hand of the great immortal, the snake's head was on the edge of the bowl, and a pair of snake pupils were oozing with blue and faint firelight. Strands of blood emanated from the woman's body, wrapped around the chopsticks.

A snake fairy, a wronged ghost, fought a tug-of-war in this place where the mouth of the bowl is really bigger. But seeing fine beads of sweat on Zhang Daxian's forehead, the one who was climbing on his arm gradually raised his head. The fire in the snake's eyes grew brighter and brighter, spreading over the chopsticks and spreading into the woman's body with the slightest wisp of blood.

Say it's too late, then it's too fast. The woman shook her head violently, and her face became hideous and terrifying for a moment, and then returned to its original state in an instant. But at this moment, Huzi clearly saw that the blood streaks had skyrocketed into a blood mist, and he crossed the water bowl and "twisted" the snake's head! His tongue hurt and hurriedly retreated, turning into a wisp of green smoke and melting into Zhang Daxian's body!

I heard a "pop" again, and the water bowl and chopsticks were shattered by the air wave from nowhere! For a time, the water splashed, sawdust flew sideways, and the pottery shards were scattered. Zhang Daxian was also swept away by this wave of qi and turned two steps back, and Mr. Peng, who was standing behind him, stretched out his hand to support him, so that he did not let him be embarrassed in front of everyone.

The woman was strangled and could not speak clearly, but she also let out a "chattering" laugh, which made the hearts of the people tremble.

Zhang Daxian stood firm, shook his robe, and arched his hand to everyone: "This chopsticks are to test the depth of the evil ghost. You have also seen that this evil ghost is really cruel, and he must have been an executioner who killed people without calculation! I, Zhang Lao'er, am a disciple of the horse, and my main job is to catch demons and subdue demons, this ghost is not my strong point, for fear that I will finish taking this ghost, but I will also hurt the bitter master. As the saying goes, 'there is a sequence of enlightenment, and there is a specialization in the art industry', this time I asked Mr. Peng to take a shot with a shy face, and it must be foolproof. Mr. Peng, could you please give it a try? ”

Mr. Peng didn't talk nonsense with Zhang Daxian either, and walked over Zhang Daxian and beckoned to Huzi. Huzi quickly moved the kang table where people were eating in the corner of the wall and put it next to Mr. Peng. He also put the guys in his bag on the kang table in the same order.

"Is there any wine?" Mr. Peng turned to the crowd and said, "Bring me a bowl of wine." ”

"There's wine!" The burlap immediately reacted, "I'll take it to you, sir!" ”