The shopkeeper was surprised: "Uncle, why haven't you left yet?" It's dark, don't walk around the streets, if you don't have a place to go, and don't dislike my small place, stay in my shop for the night. ”

Wu Zhiyuan understood that the shopkeeper was a good intention, and hurriedly thanked him, and continued to inquire about the location of the shop that sold tribute.

The shopkeeper hesitated for a moment, and seemed to be very puzzled by Wu Zhiyuan's inquiry, but he still said it out of kindness: "From this alley all the way to the south, there is a lonely small house in the south, there is a blind man there, he makes a living by selling some paper-tied things, but now it is almost dark......

Before the shopkeeper finished speaking, Wu Zhiyuan hugged his fist at him, turned around and walked into the alley that the shopkeeper said.

This town is not big, and after walking for a short time, Wu Zhiyuan came to the southernmost part of the town, and saw the lonely little house mentioned by the pawnshop shopkeeper at a glance.

The house looked very dilapidated, its exterior walls were all peeling soil, the thatch on the roof was rotten and barely sheltered from the wind and rain, and there was a narrow wooden lattice window behind it, and the paper made a low whining in the twilight breeze. The whole thatched hut is located in the southern corner of the town, and there are no houses adjacent to each other, which is particularly desolate.

Wu Zhiyuan went around to the door of the thatched hut and found that the thatched hut had no yard, only a single house, the door of the house was hidden, and there was a dim light shining through the crack of the door. Wu Zhiyuan quietly walked to the door of the house, stopped, and looked into the room through the crack in the door.

There was an oil lamp on the stove in the house, and the light was dim and dim, so that you could see things only in the small places around the oil lamp. There was not much space in the room, and in the faint oil light that was jumping, Wu Zhiyuan suddenly saw more than a dozen black figures standing faintly in the room!

Standing in the crack of the door and looking inside the house was originally a voyeuristic move, and it was not a bright and upright move, so Wu Zhiyuan suddenly saw so many people in the house, and he couldn't help but be startled, and with an "ouch" in his mouth, he took three steps back.

"Don't do anything bad for people, don't be afraid of ghosts knocking on the door in the middle of the night, you are so panicked, do you have a ghost in your heart?" An old and hoarse voice came from the crack in the door, Wu Zhiyuan looked at it, it turned out that there was a person sitting next to the door in the room, and the person was sitting cross-legged on the ground with his back to him.

"Uh...... You...... I ......" There was actually a person sitting at the door of the house, which was really unexpected by Wu Zhiyuan, he was standing at the door just now and peeking in, and he didn't notice the situation under his feet, so he didn't retract his mind for a while, and his speech was a little sluggish.

"You are you, I am me, you and I should not have had this meeting, but you still met me." The man's words suddenly paused at this point, he put his hands on the ground, and the body sitting on the ground suddenly turned around, facing Wu Zhiyuan outside the door.

Wu Zhiyuan happened to see half of the man's face through the crack in the door, and at first sight, he couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart, only to see that his face was full of furrows, looking extremely old, Wu Zhiyuan had seen a lot of ancient old people, he had never seen such an old face, and what was even more terrifying was that there were no eyes on this old face, at least there were no eyes on the half of the face that Wu Zhiyuan saw, to be exact, there were no eyeballs, only a black hole in the eye socket. The muscles around the eye socket are condensed, and it looks as if the eyeballs have been gouged out by life.

"What are you doing here?" The old man asked through the crack in the door.

Wu Zhiyuan was shocked when he saw it, and he stepped forward and said, "Old man, I want to buy some yellow paper, cinnabar, compass and red rope." ”

"Yellow paper and cinnabar are used for drawing talismans, and compass and red rope are used to find dragons and points to point to the soul and catch ghosts. The old man asked in a hoarse, slow voice.

When Wu Zhiyuan heard the old man's words, he couldn't help but be secretly shocked, first, he was shocked that he actually understood the use of these Taoist magic weapons, and second, he had no beads in his eyes, and he could still know his age, could it be that his other eye was intact?

Wu Zhiyuan looked surprised, and before he could answer, he saw that the old man stretched out his hand and pushed one of the wooden doors open, and said, "Come in." ”

Only then did Wu Zhiyuan see the old man's posture and appearance, he was thin, wearing a black cloth robe, his clothes were tattered, and he looked very dirty, and he was sitting cross-legged on a straw mat on the ground. Looking up along his clothes, Wu Zhiyuan found that the old man's eyes were gone, and only two black hole sockets remained.

"Old man, you...... Your eyes ......," Wu Zhiyuan asked in surprise as he looked at the old man's beadless eyes.

"Stand here and don't move!" The old man ignored Wu Zhiyuan, his right hand was propped up on the ground, and his body sitting on the straw mat turned around, and then he reached out and took the oil lamp on the stove, and then his left hand supported the ground like his right hand just now, and his body moved a step forward, and then he continued to move a step. The straw mat under him was actually tied to his legs, so it seemed that the old man's feet must have been paralyzed.

The old man held the oil lamp in his right hand, and moved his body on the ground with his left hand, moving towards the house, and with the faint light of the oil lamp moving into the house, Wu Zhiyuan saw that there were more than a dozen paper people in the original room, and the dozen or so figures he saw outside the door just now turned out to be these things, and he couldn't help but sigh a long sigh.

The old man moved a few steps with the oil lamp in his hand, and suddenly stopped, his body did not move, and he asked in a stern tone, "Are you a Taoist priest?" ”

Wu Zhiyuan was stunned for a moment, remembering that although he had entered the Maoshan faction, he did not abide by the precepts of the Maoshan faction, and he was only half a Taoist, so he replied: "The junior is not a Taoist. ”

"You're lying!" The old man said in a stern voice, "You are carrying a peachwood sword on your back, and you came to me to buy Taoist magic weapons, are you not a Taoist priest, are you a monk?" ”

Wu Zhiyuan was puzzled when he heard this, Li Xueying returned the peach wood sword engraved with "Peach Source Immortal Wood" to Wu Zhiyuan before returning to the room with Moon Shadow Fuxian, out of habit, Wu Zhiyuan tied it to his back when he went out, but the old man in front of him had no beads in his eyes, and it was impossible to see things, how could he know that he was carrying a peach wood sword on his back?

"Well, it's not a secret." Wu Zhiyuan cleared his throat and said, "The junior just learned a little fur Taoism, so he didn't dare to call himself a Taoist, so he ......"

"Which Taoist technique did you learn?" Hearing this, the old man turned sideways and interrupted Wu Zhiyuan's words.

"The younger generation learns Maoshan." Wu Zhiyuan replied respectfully.

"Maoshan! Hum! The old man let out a mocking tone through his nose.

"Old man, ......" Wu Zhiyuan was about to ask the old man if he knew about the Maoshan faction, or what friendship he had with the Maoshan faction, but saw the old man suddenly turn around, point to the door with his hand, and roar loudly: "Get out!" ”