It didn't take long for Zhang Peng to come to the river. The old Taoist priest was still setting up a stall there, and when he saw him, he immediately stood up.

"Big brother, here you go again?" The old Taoist priest smiled and greeted.

"Hmm." Zhang Peng nodded and asked, "......What did you say just now?" he hesitated slightly, "Are you a Maoshan Taoist?" ”

"This ......" the old Taoist priest also hesitated for a moment and replied, "I have studied with the master for a few years." ”

"So......" Zhang Peng looked left and right and asked, "Are you going to subdue demons and catch ghosts?" ”

"Of course." The old Taoist priest smiled, straightened his waist, put his hands behind his back, and said, "My master inherits the authenticity of Maoshan Mountain, and it is my duty to subdue demons and eliminate demons." ”

"Dao Chief, what do you call it?" Zhang Peng asked, very polite.

"I am the first disciple of the head of Maoshan Luoyunzi, and the road number is Qinglinzi." The old Taoist priest raised his head and said, his momentum rising in vain.

"ID card." Zhang Peng stretched out his hand and said expressionlessly.

"This ......" the old Taoist priest bent down and said with a smile, "The little surname is Huang, the word skin, just call me Lao Huangpi." ”

"Didn't bring it?" Zhang Peng frowned and asked.

Seeing that Zhang Peng's face was not good, Lao Huangpi hurriedly groped around his body, took out an ID card, and handed it over with both hands.

Huang Pi, male, from Huangjia Village, Dashan Township, Mogu Town, Tianhu Province, Huaguo, was born on May 8, 1972.

Zhang Peng looked at it, returned it to the old yellow skin, and then said, "I just ran into a little trouble...... "He probably said something, and then asked, "Do you have a way to solve it?" ”

"Yes, yes, but it's just ......," the old yellow skin groaned as he stretched out his hand and rubbed his index finger and thumb.

"When the deed is done, I will give you five hundred." Zhang Peng said dryly.

"That's a good dare." The old yellow skin looked happy, and the chick nodded like a peck of rice. After three or two times, he packed up the stalls, put them in a big backpack, carried them on his back, and followed Zhang Peng back to the power plant compound.

After a while, the two came downstairs to Ding Dahui's house, hit the security door, and climbed the stairs up.

Although this old yellow skin is not young, almost fifty years old, his physical strength is not bad. Zhang Peng climbed to the eighth floor, panting, and the old yellow skin was carrying a big backpack, as if he was nothing.

The surroundings were quiet, at this point in time, everyone went to work, only a few who worked the night shift were at home, but they were also sleeping.

"Go ahead." Zhang Peng demanded.

"Okay." The old yellow skin didn't say a word, and rushed straight up.

In front of Ding Dahui's house, Zhang Peng took out the key, slowly inserted it into the keyhole, twisted it slightly, and with a click, the door opened.

Pushing open the door, the hall was empty, and Ding Dahui hadn't come back yet. Looking into the bathroom, the door was ajar, and there was a small pool of water on the ground, which was flowing from it. Zhang Peng subconsciously shrank back, he remembered that when he left with Ding Dahui just now, there was no such puddle of water.

"There." Zhang Peng pointed to the bathroom and said in a low voice.

"Okay, look at the Taoist master." Lao Huangpi responded with a full mouth, then put down his big backpack, took out a bowl-sized copper bell and a short peachwood sword, and then shook the bell, chanting words in his mouth, and walked to the bathroom step by step.

"Jingle bell...... Jingle Bell ...... Jingle bell ......"

"Taishang Laojun, anxious as an amnesty, gods and demons, all avoid ......"

Looking at the appearance of the old yellow skin, Zhang Peng couldn't help but sigh in his heart, "It's still a great professional." ”

I saw Lao Huangpi walk to the door of the bathroom, push open the door, and stride straight in.

Zhang Peng was still lamenting that the old yellow leather artist was bold, but at this moment, the bell stopped abruptly.

For a moment, the room was eerily quiet, as if even the sound of a needle falling to the ground could be heard.

Zhang Peng was stunned and involuntarily took a few steps back. Just as he was hesitating to ask, an exclamation suddenly sounded in the bathroom.

"Wow, what the hell!"

The old yellow-skinned face was full of terror, stumbled out, used his hands and feet together, and rushed to the door. The copper bell and the peachwood sword fell behind him, and they didn't dare to go back to pick them up.

Seeing this, Zhang Peng immediately turned around and went straight downstairs. The old yellow skin dragged his backpack and crawled behind him.

Dozens of seconds later, the two sat breathlessly on the edge of the flower bed downstairs.

"You...... Aren't you a Taoist priest of Maoshan, what's ...... How can you be scared like this? Zhang Peng asked breathlessly.

"I ...... How do I know...... Be...... It's so fierce......" Old Yellow Skin trembled and stammered.

"What do you mean?" Zhang Peng gradually eased his breath, his face was ruthless, and he asked.

"This ......" said the old yellow skin with a flickering gaze and some embarrassment, "I thought it was a fake ......"

"What!" Zhang Peng stood up, looking like he was going to hit someone.

"Big brother, if you have something to say, haven't I taken the money yet?" The old yellow skin explained with a flustered expression, "I have walked so far with you, and I haven't even drunk my saliva, so I have no merit and hard work, right?" ”

Zhang Peng sat down again, thought about it, and asked, "You really, don't understand anything at all?" ”

"This ...... This ......" the old yellow skin looked a little hesitant.

"Tell the truth!" Zhang Peng shouted loudly.

"I understand a little bit, but it's all fur, this kind of thing, I haven't encountered it yet." Old Yellow Skin told the truth.

"What the hell is that?" Zhang Peng asked.

"It should be an evil spirit, as for what kind, what kind of ability......" Old Yellow Skin looked bitter, "I don't know at all." ”、

"Then you are embarrassed to say that you are a Maoshan Taoist, or what...... What kind of forest ......" Zhang Peng didn't think of it for a while.

"Qinglinzi." Old Yellow Skin prompted.

"What Qinglinzi, I think you're a green fart." Zhang Peng scolded very unhappily.

"Zhang Peng, what are you doing?" As the two were talking, a simple voice came. Turning his head, he saw Ding Dahui, who was dressed in a power plant worker's uniform.

"Let's talk about something......" Then, Zhang Peng pointed to the old yellow skin and introduced to Ding Dahui, "This is my new friend, the old yellow skin." Then he introduced Ding Dahui to Lao Huangpi.

The two greeted each other, even if they knew each other.

After chatting for a few words, Ding Dahui said, "It's nothing, I'll go up first." ”

"Wait......" "I can't do it!" Zhang Peng and Lao Huangpi stopped in unison.

"What's wrong?" Ding Dahui looked dazed.

Lao Huangpi glanced at Zhang Peng, Zhang Peng nodded, and Lao Huangpi immediately said, "There are dirty things in your bathroom." ”

"What dirty?" Ding Dahui frowned and asked.

"That's it...... Evil Spirits...... Ghosts...... In short, it's a bad thing. "Old Huangpi said atmospheric.

"What feudal superstitions, messy!" Ding Dahui was puffing out of his nostrils, looking like he was about to get angry.

Old Huangpi shrunk his neck, as if he was frightened by Ding Dahui's bullish temper.

"Don't talk about it again." Ding Dahui said angrily, turned around and went upstairs. Zhang Peng and Lao Huangpi glanced at each other and hurriedly followed.

At the door, Ding Dahui saw that the two of them hesitated, walked directly into the bathroom, and shouted inside: "Come and see, there is nothing." ”

"You go check it out." Zhang Peng pushed down the old yellow skin. The latter cautiously walked over, looked in, was stunned for a moment, and then turned back and said, "It's really gone." ”

"What?" Zhang Peng looked incredulous, walked over and saw that the female corpse was indeed gone.

"What's the matter, there's nothing, what gods and demons are weird, it's all fake, it's only on TV." Ding Dahui concluded.

Zhang Peng and Lao Huangpi, you look at me, I look at you, they all feel that something is wrong.

"You sit down first, I'll pour ......the water," Ding Dahui beckoned to the two of them, and then walked into the kitchen.

Zhang Peng and Lao Huangpi sat down on the wooden sofa in the living room, both vigilant.

saw Ding Dahui tinkering in the kitchen for a while, and when he came out, he had an extra kitchen knife in his hand.

The two of them were taken aback, and stood up.

"Brother Niu...... What are you ......?" Zhang Peng said with his lips squirming.

Ding Dahui followed the gaze of the two and looked at the kitchen knife in his hand. He was stunned, then smiled, touched his head and said, "Oh, I got the wrong thing." With that, he turned and went into the kitchen.

Zhang Peng and Lao Huangpi looked at each other, but as soon as they breathed a sigh of relief, Ding Dahui came out again, still holding a kitchen knife in his hand. I saw him slowly raise his head, with a weird smile on his face, and walked over step by step.

"Brother Niu, Brother Niu!" Zhang Peng shouted, but the other party seemed to have fallen into an evil spirit, and there was no reaction at all.

The two of them immediately panicked, and across the coffee table, they bypassed Ding Dahui and rushed out of the door.

"Boom!"

As soon as he opened the door, the sound of an iron tool chopping on wood sounded overhead. Looking up, the front end of the kitchen knife was visible from the door panel, and the cold light shimmered.

"Wow!" The two of them climbed and went straight downstairs.

At the entrance of the stairs, the two watched for a while, and made sure that Ding Dahui did not chase down, so they breathed a sigh of relief, came to the side of the flower garden, and sat down down.

"What's going on?" Zhang Peng asked.

"Probably ......," said the old yellow skin uncertainly, "I fell into the evil spirit, and was caught by that thing, and restrained ......"

"Then why are we okay?" Zhang Peng frowned and pondered.

"This, probably ......" Old Huangpi thought for a while and guessed, "According to what you said before, your brother can't see that thing, which means that he has a firm mind and a pure heart, ignoring the six demons, cows, ghosts, snakes, and gods......"

"And then?" Zhang Peng continued to ask.

"But this kind of person, who usually has a simpler mind, is most likely to be possessed by dirty things." Lao Huangpi said, "Often those who are active are not easy to control. ”

"You mean, we're both more cunning...... No...... Smarter, so it's okay? Zhang Peng wondered.

"yes, that's what it means." The old yellow skin smiled dryly, his eyes, nose and mouth were squeezed together, and he was extremely obscene.

"According to what the Taoist can see, what should we do next?" Zhang Peng asked again.

"If you are not good at learning and art, you may not be able to take on a big job." As he spoke, the old yellow peel picked up his backpack and turned to leave.

"A thousand." A faint voice came from behind him, and the old yellow skin's body stiffened, and he couldn't move his steps a little. But he hesitated, neither moving forward nor looking back.

"Two thousand!"

The old yellow skin immediately turned back, bent over, clasped his fists, and said with a smile, "Boss, the knife is in the fire, just command." ”