The silent light recitation of the mantra of death, the dense sound came to the ears.

Chen Xiaoyu felt a chill down his spine again, and the decapitated corpses came to his mind, which in his current cognition was even more terrifying than horror movies.

"How?" The old man's old and hoarse voice overshadowed the voice of the past curse, and it sounded eerie.

As soon as Chen Xiaoyu's fear dissipated a little, he suddenly became nervous again, frowned and asked, "What's the matter?" ”

The old man looked at Chen Xiaoyu, and the fear of the young man was all written on his face.

He lowered his head and hooked back to the wooden stool at his feet, sat down unhurriedly, stabilized himself, and said calmly: "Young man, don't you and these three masters settle the money for listening to books first?" ”

"Listen to books?" Chen Xiaoyu was stunned for a moment and looked around.

There are many stalls on both sides of the long street in the town, but only the old man is the most deserted.

In front of the old man, there was only a narrow and long table, on which there was wood, paper and pens, and there was no hair.

It turns out that this old man is not doing ordinary business!

It's a bastard who makes a living as a storyteller.

The mix was very bad, and even up and down the town, no one listened.

Chen Xiaoyu looked at the three masters beside him, pulled the corners of his mouth, raised his head and said to the old man: "What is the reason for your clumsy storytelling, although but." No wonder there is no business! That story is also false! ”

In fact, fortunately, although the old man's language organization skills are not as good as his majoring in Chinese, there is really no problem in telling the story, which is enough to make Chen Xiaoyu moved and afraid.

It's just that the teenager who cherishes his money will never hand over a penny of his money easily, just like most people read online articles on weekdays, and the first step is to find pirated copies!

Weak awareness of copyright is the biggest drawback of the current Internet era.

Chen Xiaoyu stood behind the silence, and he was bound to compete with the old man over whether to pay for listening to books.

"Since ancient times, the story in the downtown area has been told if others are willing to give, and if they are not willing to give, they will not give, and if the story is well told, then drink a lottery and throw a coin, and most of the stories will be scattered in a hurry, where will the well-wishers pay for it?"

Chen Xiaoyu used all the skills he had learned all his life here, and he resolutely refused to buy a dime for the legend of Wuxin Town.

For nothing else, he just glanced at the paper and pen on the long table, and found that the story written on the paper was very different from that of the old man.

Now that I think about it, the old man didn't have a bookmaker who listened to the book, because he could only tell the stories that everyone knew on the paper.

The old man was stunned for a moment, and suddenly he felt that what the young man said was indeed reasonable, but the reason is reasonable, and the money is money.

These are two different things!

"Little boy, don't be forceful, there are rules in one line, and you have said all the good things, so you haven't heard of this legend, haven't you?" The old man thought for a while and thought of how to refute Chen Xiaoyu.

But he didn't expect Chen Xiaoyu to predict his prediction, and said without thinking: "No, your story is all bad, I think the truth is extremely low!" It's clear that you can't kill it, and you still want to kill! ”

Hearing the killing, Silence opened his eyes slightly, and the "Mantra of Death" in his mouth suddenly stopped, and the two Silent Dust and Silence beside him also stopped chanting.

He raised his head slightly, glanced at Chen Xiaoyu, shook his head slightly, got up and took out a piece of treasure silver from his arms, put it on the long table of the old storyteller, and said slowly: "Chen Shizhu has caused trouble to the old benefactor, this is the money for listening to books." ”

"So much?" Chen Xiaoyu was shocked, and he had a lot of treasure silver, if it was in his time, wouldn't it be tens of thousands of yuan.

Listen to a book, the price is too unreasonable.

Chen Xiaoyu wanted to grab the silver and run away, but although the old storyteller was over seventy years old, he was still quick-sighted, and the moment the silver was put on the table, he was caught in his arms.

"In this case, the poor monks and others will no longer bother."

The money was collected, and Silence's face was calm, and he turned around and whispered to his two junior disciples Amitabha.

Silence and silence both understood and retired.

Only Chen Xiaoyu looked at the big white belly stuffed into the old man's arms, and he was reluctant for a moment, and quickly followed the silence, walking towards the end of the long street in the direction of Pegasus's gallop.

The old man held the silver, rubbed it with his hands, bit it with his teeth, grinned his teeth, and looked at his "rich man" listener today, and suddenly his whole face froze.

He gasped, his face suddenly turned pale, and he looked at the four figures on the other side of the long street, walking back and forth in front of the stalls, hesitating and swaying.

……

Following the silence, the streets and alleys are lively and noisy.

Chen Xiaoyu asked, "Master of Silence, where are we going next?" ”

Silence's face was calm, "Silence, you stay here to protect the little fishing donor." ”

Silent dust stopped when he heard the sound, and said casually Chen Xiaoyu grabbed it, protected it behind him, and said with both hands: "Obey the decree of senior brother." ”

Silence nodded, glanced at the silence, and the two of them flew up, one east and one west, and disappeared in front of Chen Xiaoyu's eyes in an instant.

The long street was noisy, and no one seemed to notice the two gray-shirted monks who flew away out of thin air.

Just when Chen Xiaoyu didn't know why, suddenly the hoarse voice of the old storyteller came from behind him.

"Little boys, masters, don't go there any longer!"

The old man trotted and gasped, and his voice became even hoarse.

Chen Xiaoyu was slightly stunned, thinking to himself that this old man didn't think the money was enough, so he chased after him and asked for a tip?

I saw that the old man paid two copper plates at the roadside stall, picked up a crutch, and with the help of the crutches, he walked like a fly in an instant, chased Chen Xiaoyu and Silent Chen, and took a deep breath again.

"Masters, you can't go any further!"

Didn't you come to ask for money? Chen Xiaoyu's hanging heart was slightly lowered, paused, and asked, "Why can't you go forward?" ”

The old man slowed down, and was just about to explain the pros and cons, when he suddenly looked up and found that there were two monks missing, and asked with a wink, "What about the other two masters?" ”

Chen Xiaoyu tugged at the corners of his mouth, spread his hands and remained silent, he didn't know where Silence and Silence had gone and what he was going to do.

Silent Dust said slowly: "Senior brother and junior brother have important things to do, and the old donor said that they can't go any further, but because there is something ahead?" ”

The old man nodded, as if as long as the silence and silence did not go forward first, he could put a hundred hearts.

"It's nothing, just don't go, don't go." The old man, leaning on crutches, turned to leave.

Chen Xiaoyu thought to himself, this old man definitely didn't say anything, otherwise he had inconvenient legs and feet, not for money, how could he chase from the other end of the long street to this end, just to stop them from moving forward.

"Wait!" Chen Xiaoyu took a step forward and grabbed the old man's sleeve.

The old man paused, his hands trembling.

"I believe your legend, if you have anything, you can say that we are here to subdue demons and eliminate demons!"