Without waiting for the middle-aged man to finish speaking, the shepherd roared angrily: "You don't know my rules here? With that, the burning candle shook and almost went out.

Seeing that Ye Youshen was angry, the middle-aged man's expression also changed, but he didn't know where he came from, so he still said unhurriedly: "I know all your rules, I understand them, but doesn't this money make ghosts grind?" The middle-aged man said and didn't know where to trick it out and took out an egg-sized jade bead and said slowly: "This is the ink cui planted by the old pit, not to mention the circulation price on the market, just this size and color ......."

But before the middle-aged man could finish speaking, the shepherd interrupted him and said, "I can't save the people who are dying, so take them back." ”

Hearing this, the middle-aged man continued with some reluctance: "If Mr. Yamashita says that he can't be saved, I'll believe it, but if you want to say that, I always feel that what I gave you is not satisfied, or you can make a ...... offer" The tone revealed the unique characteristics of a businessman, and it seemed that as long as money could solve the problem, it was not a problem for him.

Although Zhang Muyang still doesn't know the past of this middle-aged man, and he doesn't know if he still has something to hide, but since the shepherd said it, he must not be saved, otherwise he would just be a title with such a big title on his head.

To say that after listening to the middle-aged man this time, the shepherd was much calmer, not as irritable as before, but after thinking about it, he said seriously: "It's not impossible to extend the yang life..."

"I've long heard that the Night Wandering God is omnipotent, and when I saw it today, it really deserved its reputation......" The middle-aged man's eyes were bright and generous, and he said with some eagerness.

"Don't be too happy, you haven't heard my request yet." The shepherd said word by word.

"You say, you say." The middle-aged man made a gesture of please, and he seemed to have a long time in mind about the request made by the Night Wanderer.

"Actually, my request is also very simple, there is a white fox on the east mountain before the full moon tomorrow, if you can find it, and it is willing to come with you, you can ask me for a way, if the white fox is not willing to come with you, then you don't want to come to my mountain again." The shepherd said simply, without any room for manoeuvre.

"Just catching a white fox? It's that simple. The middle-aged man said with some disbelieving.

"Hmmm! But one thing you have to keep in mind is that the white fox must come with you voluntarily. The shepherd stressed again.

The middle-aged man is not stupid, and naturally knows that the shepherd repeatedly emphasized that this matter is definitely not so simple, and after hesitating for a while, he replied a little reluctantly: "That word is a certainty, I hope you don't regret it when the time comes." ”

The shepherd hummed and didn't say anything more, but the candle flame was extinguished after two flickering.

At the same time, Zhang Muyang heard that there seemed to be someone whispering behind the grass not far away, but there was another detail, that is, this usually smoked sheep herder, and he had not smoked a cigarette since he meditated here......

After sitting behind the boulder for about a quarter of an hour, the two of them got up and disappeared into the night.

In fact, along the way, Zhang Muyang wanted to ask the shepherd why he let the white fox come over, but he didn't seem to have the intention of speaking when he saw the shepherd, so he held back his curiosity.

"Are you a descendant of the Heavenly Gate?" The shepherd took a puff of dry tobacco and suddenly said coldly.

When asked by the shepherd, Zhang Muyang's body trembled and nodded subconsciously, to know where his teacher came from, he didn't say a word, and the shepherd said a word at this time, how could he not be shocked.

"How do you know?" Zhang Muyang stammered and asked.

"We are all the same kind of people, we can smell the smell, but now your Taoism is not enough......" The sheep herder said leisurely, as if it was not a big deal for him to know Zhang Muyang's master.

"Tianmen ......," Zhang Muyang said cautiously.

"You don't even know your own master, do you!" The shepherd glanced at Zhang Muyang and said.

"The master didn't have time to say it, he ......" Zhang Muyang was halfway through his words, and remembered the scene when he first learned that day, and he only felt that something was stuck in his throat.

"Well......" The shepherd sighed, took a few puffs of dry tobacco, and said to himself: "Ten warlocks, four doors, heavenly gate ghosts, dumb scholars......" Yu Ba sighed.

Ten Directions Warlock Out of Four Doors? Zhang Muyang silently recited it over and over again in his heart.

"The sky is going to change...... "The shepherd sighed and then sighed, but this sentence sounded extremely sad.

"What is going to change?" Zhang Muyang asked.

"Haha, hahaha......" The shepherd just smiled bitterly and did not answer Zhang Muyang.

That night, the shepherd smoked dry tobacco all night, Zhang Muyang didn't know what the shepherd was thinking, and he didn't know what he meant by what he said about changing the sky, the only thing he knew was the ghost side of Tianmen, the dumb scholar......

It's just that the woman hugged him and slept very sweetly that night......