Zhang Dahu knocked on the thick iron sheet that made a "dangdang" sound, and his fat face was turbulent, and he slapped the table hard and was furious.

Because he inherited the wealth of the Zhang family's ancestors and didn't read much, outsiders ridiculed him for being a dirt bun, and Zhang Dahu himself was a little inferior, so he liked to interact with scholars. He hated others for treating him as a fool and deceiving him the most in his life.

The housekeeper next to him saw that the master's family was so angry that his body was full of fat and trembled, and he immediately glared at him, and instructed several guards with big shoulders and round waists to take the monk to the backyard.

The monk also seemed to sense his impending tragic fate, his face pale and frightened, and he begged for mercy loudly. But to no avail, soon there was a pig-killing scream in the backyard, accompanied by the beating of sticks, and the screams became lower and lower.

It wasn't until a few nurses came back with blood-stained sticks and murderous faces that the group of monks and Taoists couldn't help but sweat on their foreheads and swallowed a few mouthfuls of spit.

The surrounding scholars seemed to be surprised by this, and this episode did not delay them from eating and chatting, only the middle-aged man beside Bai Ze sighed regretfully:

It's a pity that the monk didn't inquire, although this gentleman is rich and easy to deceive, he is more famous for being ruthless. The monk doesn't know if he still has a life, and even if he is still alive, I'm afraid he will become a disabled person, and I don't know how to live in the future!"

At this point, the middle-aged man saw that Bai Ze still had a blank piece of paper in front of him, sighed, shook his head and picked up the pen, waved a picture of fish and shrimp playing in the water, and persuaded:

"Young man, since you cheated people into eating on their heads, but you don't have the ability to pay for food, if you are beaten, you deserve it! But today someone has seen blood, I see that you are still young, so I will help you, and in the future, I advise you to do some serious things with your physical strength!"

Bai Ze still hadn't withdrawn from the state of looking out of his soul at this time, he had just observed that Zhao Gongzi's spiritual charm on the stage was very sufficient, and he should be a cultivator who had entered the door.

However, that Zhao Gongzi's spiritual charm is yin, and the attributes of his cultivation are afraid to be weird. At this time, the words of admonition from the middle-aged man next to him came to his ears, and Bai Ze turned his head and happened to see the middle-aged man's peak qi and blood column.

This middle-aged man's qi and blood are more than twice as strong as others, and there is a faint hot breath that scorches Bai Ze's soul, and he is clearly strong and strong, and his fists and feet are outstanding. But how can such a person be reduced to deceiving food and drinking?

After a while, the middle-aged man had already finished drawing. Seeing that Bai Ze was still staring at the others in a daze, the middle-aged man sighed, turned his head to look at Zhao Gongzi in the hall, the pity in his eyes disappeared, and he became cold-blooded and terrifying.

The surrounding ingredients made Bai Ze feel more and more wrong, he carefully looked at these "poor scholars" around him, and there were three or four ascending qi and blood that were obviously much stronger than ordinary people, hidden among everyone.

At the door of the main hall, Zhao Gongzi intimately offered a bowl of soothing tea and said to Zhang Dahu:

"Uncle Zhang, these charlatans rely on some cleverness, and they are abducted and deceived everywhere, and they have fallen into the name of cultivators, and it is not an exaggeration to kill them. The little nephew has been walking the rivers and lakes for many years, and he knows a lot about this, and today he will definitely expose the methods of these liars one by one, so that my uncle can see their ugly faces!"

Zhang Dahu took a sip of tea, feeling that the breath in his chest was much soothed, and he said viciously:

"It's not once that these monks and Taoists come to eat and drink with me, and every time I see them poor, I don't dig too deep. I didn't expect them to become more and more rampant and deceive me, and this time I must break the doglegs of these liars!"

Not to mention Zhang Dahu's ruthlessness, just talking about the table of monks and Taoists, seeing the unkind eyes of the surrounding nurses, his body gradually trembled, and he knew that he couldn't get through without two brushes this time.

A Taoist priest hesitated for a moment, gritted his teeth, stood up, saluted, and shouted loudly:

"Zhang Jushi, the poor Dao is polite, the liar just now is hateful, but I am indeed a sincere cultivator. Thanks to the hospitality of the laymen, the poor road gave three charms to turn evil into good fortune, which will surely bless the peace of the laymen in the future. ”

After the Taoist priest finished speaking, he took out three talismans from his arms, which looked good, and there was a hint of triumph in his eyes. Whether this thing is good or not depends on one mouth, as long as the appearance is good, there is no fear of being debunked.

But the people who dismantled the stage didn't care about this, Zhao Gongzi straightened his neck and watched for a while, convinced that he had never seen this talisman. And he firmly believes that those who can come to eat, there will be no cultivators.

Zhao Gongzi stood up, bowed his hand to everyone, turned his back and said:

"That Taoist priest, do you think that if you take out such an ambiguous thing, no one will expose your deception? ”

Zhao Gongzi showed a mockery in his eyes, shook his head and continued:

"It's a pity that in my early years, I met a true cultivator, and I also questioned his talisman at that time. Unexpectedly, the Dao Master first cast a spell of dead wood and spring, and then told me that the real talisman will glow when it touches the moonstone!"

The Taoist priest was dumbfounded, he was indeed a liar, but he also knew some things about cultivation, otherwise how could he be a white wolf with empty gloves every time, but he had never heard of any stone that could verify the authenticity of the talisman.

Zhao Gongzi didn't give him a chance to refute at all, he took out an ordinary white stone from his arms, held it up and signaled:

"Thanks to the love of the living immortal, he gave me this moonstone. Now, let's see if these talismans are truly effective!"

At the suggestion of Zhang Dahu, the two family members forcibly snatched the three talismans, and Zhao Gongzi pretended to bow to the stone twice and put the talismans on the stone.

The Taoist priest had been in the rivers and lakes for many years, and he knew from Zhang Dahu's face that he would not believe himself at all. The Taoist priest understands that he has already planted it, and this Zhao Gongzi would rather risk his life and talk nonsense, but also to wipe out all the charlatans in the courtyard as a stepping stone for him to advance, and he must have a great plan, and he cannot afford to offend.

The Taoist priest knelt on the ground very boldly, and loudly praised Zhao Gongzi's wisdom and wisdom, he was a liar who ate mixed rice, and was willing to compensate Zhang Dahu and ask Zhang Dahu to spare his life.

Zhao Gongzi also breathed a sigh of relief and put his mind at ease. At first, he reprimanded the deceitful Taoist priest with righteous words, and then changed his words, and begged Zhang Dahu to go around this Taoist priest once.

Zhao Gongzi sat firmly on the Diaoyutai and enjoyed the flattery of the people around him. But in the hidden place, he quietly gestured to the corner of the courtyard, and there was a faint fierce light in his eyes, and he did not spare this Taoist priest at all.

A dilapidated scholar with a very strong blood and blood stared at him, gestured to his companion, got up quietly, and said goodbye in a low voice.

The scholarly guy remembered the appearance of the Taoist priest, touched the short dagger on his waist, and hid near the door of Zhang Dahu's house, waiting for the arrival of his prey.