Wang Qi would never have thought that the gatehouse who took him in for one night was the legendary Heavenly Demon of the Troubled Times.

In the early morning of the next day, he said goodbye to Zhang Xiu and came to the Shangqing Palace with a letter of recommendation written by Zhang Xiu.

There are many Taoist priests in the Shangqing Palace, there are more than a dozen people, and after Wang Qi explained his intentions, he came to the main hall under the guidance of a small Taoist priest.

On the futon in front of the statue sat an old Taoist priest with gray hair, fairy wind and bones, with a dusty temperament.

When Wang Qi saw the old way, he hurriedly stepped forward and kowtowed: "Immortal Chief, the disciple wants to cultivate the Tao and learn immortals, and I ask the Immortal Chief to accept me as an apprentice!" ”

Lao Dao looked at him twice and said, "I'm afraid you are squeamish and lazy, and you can't endure hardship." ”

Wang Qi hurriedly said: "I can endure hardships, Immortal Chief, I still have a letter of recommendation here, please take a look at Immortal Chief!" ”

Lao Dao sighed, opened the envelope, and saw a few big characters written on the paper.

[Fat sheep, slaughtered. 】

After reading the letter, Lao Dao couldn't cry or laugh in his heart.

Slaughtering a fat sheep?

I'm the head of the Shangqing Palace, not the shopkeeper of a black shop!

The old Taoist name is Xuanyuan, it is the head of the Shangqing Palace, since Zhang Xiu came to the mountain, he has been familiar with him and called him a brother, in addition to occasionally coming to eat and drink, but also thinking about releasing the cranes he raised, so that he is now like a thief to guard against Zhang Xiu.

Glancing at Wang Qi, Xuanyuan temporarily left him in the Shangqing Palace, handed him an axe, and asked him to go with the Taoist disciples to chop wood.

Wang Qi looked at the axe in his hand, and couldn't help but have a trace of doubt in his heart.

Why is it chopping wood again, this immortal chief can't also be a porter, right?

The days of chopping wood were very difficult, and after a month, Wang Qi's hands and feet were worn out thick calluses, he couldn't bear the hardship anymore, and secretly had the idea of going home.

In the evening of this day, he returned to the temple and saw two guests sitting and drinking with Xuanyuan Taoist in the living room, one of them was a Taoist priest, his clothes were in tatters, and his face was a little crazy.

The other person was dressed as a Confucian scholar, with gray hair and an extraordinary bearing.

In addition to the two of them, Zhang Xiu, who introduced him to the Shangqing Palace, also sat aside.

At this time, the sky was getting dark, but instead of lighting a candle, Xuanyuan Daoist cut a piece of paper in the shape of a mirror and pasted it on the wall. After a while, the paper turned into a bright moon that illuminated the room, shining brightly.

A group of disciples opened their eyes and waited around.

Seeing this, the old Confucian smiled and said: "The beautiful scenery of the good night is endless, how can everyone not enjoy it together." So he took the flask from the table, gave it to the disciples, and told them to drink as much as they wanted.

Seven or eight people, how can a pot of wine be drunk? So they searched for cups and bowls, and scrambled to be the first to drink, lest the wine in the pot would run dry. But the crowd poured back and forth, and there was not much wine in the jug.

Wang Qi was amazed again and again.

The Taoist said, "Thanks to the moonlight for us, but it's still a little lonely to drink like this, why don't you call Chang'e?" So he threw his chopsticks into the moon.

I saw a beautiful woman, floating out of the moonlight, at first less than a foot, and when she fell to the ground, she was the same as an ordinary person. She twisted her slender waist and beautiful neck, and danced, singing crisp and melodious, as beautiful as playing a pipe flute.

The three of them showed their hands and looked at Zhang Xiu in unison.

Zhang Xiu smiled faintly, picked up a grape and put it in the palm of his hand: "Look, do I have a grape in my hand now?" ”

The man nodded and asked curiously, "Do you want to grow grapes for everyone to eat?" ”

The old Confucian smiled and said, "This is very strange, I guess this Taoist friend must be going to perform a more advanced spell." ”

Zhang Xiu smiled slightly, stuffed the grapes into his mouth, then spread out his empty palms, and said proudly: "Let's see again, are the grapes gone!" ”

Twister: "......"

Old Confucian Student: "......"

Disciples: "......"

Seeing that everyone was speechless by their profound "spells", Zhang Xiule smiled: "Keep eating, don't be polite, just like in your own home." ”

The corners of the Daoist's eyes twitched slightly, and he asked the Xuanyuan Daoist: "Brother Xuanyuan Dao, this young friend with profound spells is also from your Shangqing Palace?" ”

Xuanyuan Daoist forced a laugh: "How can I go to the Qing Palace, how can I teach such a genius." This Brother Zhang is a good friend of Senior Sister Xuantian and is temporarily living here. ”

When the Daoist heard this, his eyes when he looked at Zhang Xiu became stunned.

Dare to love this guy, he is here to eat and drink......

In the midst of the confusion, his spell was lifted, and the dancing fairy disappeared with a pop, turning back into chopsticks and falling to the ground.

Xuanyuan Daoist smiled, and said to the disciples: "When you have drunk enough, go to bed early, don't delay tomorrow to collect firewood." ”

A group of disciples hurriedly responded and exited the living room one after another.

After the disciples dispersed, he asked, "Daoist, Huang Shigong, the two of you came together, wouldn't it be as simple as coming to me to drink?" ”

Huang Shigong bowed his head slightly and said, "I can't hide it, the two of us are here to ask you for something." ”

The Taoist answered: "When she encounters an evil ghost from an evil sect, she is not afraid of the spells of the two of us, and wants to borrow the magic weapon of the Qing Palace." ”

Huang Shigong slowly explained the original situation, there is a Wang Xiucai in Xincheng with a generous temperament.

One day, Wang Xiucai saw a fat, dark, and unattractive woman walk into the house, laugh and sit close to him on the bed, looking very debauched. Wang Xiucai hurriedly drove her away, but the woman didn't leave.

From then on, no matter whether Wang Xiucai was sitting or lying down, he always saw the woman in front of him.

He made up his mind, and he would not be moved. The woman was so angry that she raised her hand and beat Wang Xiucai's face to the point of a crackling sound, tied the strap to the sorghum, grabbed Wang Xiucai's hair, and forced him to hang himself with her.

Wang Xiucai involuntarily followed under the beam, put his head into the suspender, and made a hanging posture. Some people witnessed Wang Xiucai's feet not touching the ground, standing straight in the air, but he couldn't hang himself.

Since then, Wang Xiucai has suffered from madness and almost jumped into the river, but fortunately someone found out and dragged him back.

Every day, tossing and turning, several times a day, the family asked the witch to catch the medicine, but it didn't work.

Huang Shigong and the people of the Daoist passed by Wang Xiucai's house, knowing that he was being harassed by evil spirits, and opened the altar to drive away evil spirits.

As a result, the woman was not only not afraid, but also appeared in a grand manner, and ate the yellow charm in a playful manner, and she herself was unscathed. Then it turned into a monster with lightning eyes and a bloody mouth, and he opened his mouth to eat the two of them.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the two hurriedly ran away, and after discussing, they decided to come to Shangqing Palace to borrow the magic weapon Shangqing Sword and go to behead the strange woman.

Zhang Xiu listened to their descriptions, couldn't help frowning, touched his chin and said, "The monster you are talking about, how do I feel that I have seen it anywhere, and what does it look like......

Huang Shigong waved his hand, and a picture appeared in the wine glass in front of Zhang Xiu's eyes, and it was the monster.

Zhang Xiu saw the appearance of the monster clearly, and suddenly realized: "It turned out to be the mud ghost in the City God Temple!" ”

(End of chapter)