At the door of the building, three heads stretched out, looking at the figure that drove the horse away, like an old goose.

"Shopkeeper, this fierce and ugly woman can really eat, twelve plates of hard dishes, there is nothing left to eat, it's really a big rice bucket, it won't be a monster, right?"

"Slap" slapped on the head of the little guy with a broken mouth, raised his thief eyebrows, opened his eyes, and the old shopkeeper had a goatee and opened his mouth to scold,

"A brute who doesn't accumulate virtue on his mouth, it is better for people to twist your little fingers to death than to kill ants, go over and clean up the table. ”

The little guy seemed to be scolded often, and he didn't blush, and turned around with a crooked mouth and slanted eyes, carrying a rag to serve the table.

The little guy next to him who was leading the horse said enviously,

"Shopkeeper, is the iron gun she is carrying real? There are two big black and shiny iron hammers hanging on her waist, the hammer head is as big as the mouth of the bowl, and the knife more than three feet long on her waist, why is this person selling weapons?"

"Slap" was another slap, and the old shopkeeper didn't bother to talk nonsense with him, a stupid pig, raised his leg and kicked it, and the little guy crawled and hid in the restaurant.

Sticking his head out to look at the old man for a while, Shopkeeper Sun dropped his heels, retracted his neck, and shook his head and sighed while walking towards the lobby,

"Alas, it's a pity, such a young, handsome and good-looking girl was ruined by two scars on her face. ”

The scorching sun was in the sky, the heat was scorching, and the plants and trees were rolling up their leaves and bowing their heads.

After galloping, the black horse under him was panting, sweating like pulp, Tie Lingshuang tightened the reins, stopped, turned over and dismounted, pulled out a thick gauze from under the saddle, wiped the horse's mouth and nose, and wiped the sweat beads on the neck and shoulders of the black horse, patted the horse's buttocks, and was not in a hurry, holding it, walking slowly.

Feeling that the water vapor in the air was getting thicker, Tie Lingshuang raised his eyes and vaguely saw a big river far ahead, and nodded, this is the Qiantang River, which is famous for its river tide.

August 18 tide, spectacular world no.

Every year in the Mid-Autumn Festival, the tide of the Qiantang River is at its peak, and both sides of the river are surrounded by famous tide watchers. The river tide came from the sky like a white line, and when it got closer, it roared like a thunderbolt shaking the sky, and the momentum was majestic. And its presence, overwhelming the mountains and seas, shocking and bursting, swallowing the sky and fertile sun, magnificent.

Standing on the riverside, looking at the rather calm Qiantang River, Tie Lingshuang couldn't help but be a little disappointed, pinched his fingers, it turned out that he came at the wrong time, looked sideways, far away by the river, a tall tower stands, calm and heavy, graceful atmosphere, faint noise came, it should be the Liuhe Tower, it seems that that is the old Taoist priest who said that the shopkeeper said.

Asking a Taoist priest to do the Dharma in front of the monk's temple? Laughing, this group of people who paid for it were probably quite dissatisfied with the old monks who only knew how to knock on the wooden fish after receiving the sesame oil money, and deliberately added to the blockage. Tie Lingshuang smiled slightly, led the horse, and walked towards the Liuhe Tower.

Crowded, chaotic, Tie Lingshuang watched from afar, frowning, the surroundings were crowded, looking in with his mouth open and sticking his head, saying hello loudly, and whispering with a mysterious and inexplicable pious face.

Shaking his head, he turned sideways to look at the closed temple door in the distance, and a few small novices were lying on the wall and stretched out their heads from afar to peek, thinking that the Buddha was also angry, so he simply came to a Bodhisattva with low eyebrows and went to his six paths.

Turning over and getting on the horse, his eyes suddenly opened, and he saw that in the crowd of people, there was a space of ten feet in a circle, close to the river, and a simple altar was placed in the middle, and a thick layer of yellow paper charms was scattered on the ground.

An old Taoist priest with white hair, dressed in a blue-gray Taoist robe, gossip in the front, Tai Chi in the back, clear and thin, moon eyebrows and starry eyes, quite a fairy style, carrying a yellow and brown peach wood seven-star magic sword, is bowing with several fat heads and big ears, oily faces around him.

Xu is enough to talk about the price, the old Taoist priest nodded, looked up at the slightly westward but unabated scorching sun, walked to the Taoist altar by the river, swept the cuffs, and the two candles burned with a bang, and it took a moment to return to the normal size of the candle. Take a deep breath, close your eyes, and your fingers are pinching quickly, a pair of fairy wind bones.

This person was crowded, and when he saw that the Taoist priest had shown his magical powers, he suddenly fell silent, and they all held their breath and stared at the old Taoist. Tie Lingxiang hung the iron spear on the saddle, clasped his hands on his chest, looked at the Taoist priest, and curled the corners of his mouth.

Seeing that everyone was sweating on their necks, those fat-headed and big-eared ones kept taking out their delicate handkerchiefs, pulling the corners of their mouths, wiping their chests and backs, and twisting handkerchiefs if they weren't paying attention, and the sweat was like rain. This large price in exchange for the hand-woven and embroidered champas of confidantes is also unladylike.

Suddenly, the Taoist priest opened his eyes, as if there was a golden light flashing, only to see that his body was like a crane, stepping on the Big Dipper, a Su Qin back sword, and the seven-star sword was in his hand. The left hand pinched the sword, the right hand danced the long sword, a move of the immortal to guide the way, and then the white crane flashed its wings, light and elegant, extremely skillful, and the mouth was full of self-chanting,

"Too high on the stage, the strain is non-stop, driving away evil spirits and binding charms, and protecting lives. ”

Muttered while dancing and chanting, seeing the sweat on his forehead, suddenly a Kuixing kicked and turned over and stood still, shouting,

"Haste as a law. ”

The sword in his left hand is pointed to the sky, and the seven-star peach wood sword in his right hand is facing the sparkling Qiantang River. I saw that he was trembling all over, especially when his head was swaying, and his hair was fluttering. He muttered words that people couldn't understand, as if he was communicating with something outside the world.

When Mo shook the tea, the fat-headed and big-eared people next to him held their breath, not daring to pant loudly, and the people in a large circle were also dignified. I don't see a drop of rain this month, which is unheard of in Hangzhou City, and if it doesn't rain, the harvest will be delayed, and the rent will not be paid, what can a family do?

Suddenly, the old man's body froze, opened his eyes suddenly, staggered back a few steps, coughed heavily, took the seven-star sword as a crutch, landed on the ground, and stroked his chest and gasped.

After a long time, he straightened his waist, glanced around, and saw a group of people around him staring at him with teary eyes, nodded, cleared his throat, and said in a slightly hoarse voice,

"The old man already knows. ”

After that, he took a few deep breaths, and the rich man who couldn't wait next to him hurriedly surrounded him, and the one who had just twisted the handkerchief was more anxious, his voice was wide open, and he asked,

"Old fairy, how is it, can you give me a word?"

Wiping the beads of sweat from his forehead, the old fairy stretched out his hand to comfort everyone and said,

"The old man talked with the Dragon King of Qiantang for a quarter of an hour, and it turned out that there was a drought in the mountains and forests here. ”

The people around him were shocked and panicked, and they saw a simple-looking man swearing and said,

"I'll just say, I'll just say, there must be a monster here, where the drought goes, the murder cases in our Hangzhou city must be the crimes of this black-hearted Drought Kui. ”

The people around him also nodded in response to the panic and couldn't stop nodding, the noise was not stopped, and they all anxiously asked the old fairy if he could take action to subdue the drought kui, a few people rushed to the front and knelt down, his forehead was bruised, Tie Lingshuang, who only looked at it, frowned, shook his head, and was about to ride his horse away, only to hear the old Taoist priest shouting,

"Folks, don't worry, although this drought is fierce, and the Dragon King can't take off to travel through the clouds and rain, but the old man has pinched his fingers and calculated, that day Wuqu Xingjun will come to our Hangzhou City in half a month, and then he will naturally sweep away this evil obstacle. ”

Listening to the old Taoist say this, everyone was overjoyed, and they were about to dance with their eyebrows, and the fat-headed and big-eared people also presented the silver ticket with both hands, and the old Taoist priest took the silver ticket, his eyes smiled, and he comforted,

"The old man will rest at the foot of Erlong Mountain, if it doesn't rain for half a month, the villagers will go to make my grass house less fire, and the old man will be punished safely. ”

Tie Lingshuang, who drove the horse away slowly, turned around and looked at the old Taoist priest who was surrounded by everyone in the middle, and shook his head.

After making such a fuss, the sun has been slanting to the west, the sky in the west is full of colorful clouds, and the people outside the Liuhe Temple have also walked cleanly, only where is the simple Taoist altar and the stupid pestle, and the rune paper scattered all over the place occasionally raises a corner.

A monk with five big and three thick and a fierce body walked out of the temple gate, it seemed that it was the monk of Liuhe Temple, strode to the front of the altar and stood three feet in front of it, staring at this mess with burning eyes, taking a long breath, the dragon swung its tail, and swept the altar down the river with one leg, and it happened that a wave came, and the altar did not come out, and went down to see the dragon king.

The warrior monk snorted coldly, raised his wide monk's robe, flicked his sleeves, and the yellow talisman was blown by the strong wind, and most of them also floated into the river.

Tie Lingshuang led the horse, walking slowly in the city of Hangzhou, which had closed the city gate, holding a bag of butter cakes in his hand, eating as he walked, ignoring the hurried people around him and squinting at his passers-by from time to time, and occasionally stuffing one for the horse behind him.

One person and one horse eat happily, but the more they walk, the fewer people there are, raise their eyes to look at the sky, a round of crescent moon rises from the eastern sky, shuttling between the sparse clouds, there is a little bit of the artistic conception of the vast sea of clouds.

Beat the residue off his hand, stopped, and looked to the side.

"Hangzhou Mansion Ya" four big characters in the moonlight silver hook iron painting, fierce and fierce, quite spiritual, two on one side of the door, standing four with knives, holding the handle of the knife, looking at themselves with a wary face.

The corners of his mouth curled, he reached out and grabbed the three-foot iron gun from the horse's back, patted the black horse's neck, turned and walked forward.

"Stop!"

One of the officials shouted, the wide waist knife was half out of the scabbard, and the other three were also holding the handle of the knife, slightly hunched over, with a posture of a fierce tiger pounceing on food.

The phoenix's eyes narrowed slightly, he carried an iron gun in his left hand, and took out a waist card from his waist with his right hand, and said in a cold voice,

"Go and report to the prefect of Hangzhou. ”

The official did not dare to relax, holding the handle of the knife, took a step forward, and took advantage of the flickering candle flame in the palace, only to see that the waist card was about three inches long and two inches wide, the whole body was dark yellow and blue, and there was a faint pattern of Jiaolong making trouble, and the three big characters on it were "Jinyi Wei", and he was shocked and was about to go up to take a closer look. I saw Tie Lingshuang withdraw the waist card, stuff it into his waist, and look at the official coldly.

Looking up at Tie Lingshuang's ice-like gaze, his eyes glanced at the two scars on her face, his heart was cold, he held the handle of the knife and let go of his hand, took a step back, made a fist, turned around and ran to the back hall.