Zhang Zhiwei followed Zhang Jingqing all the way, getting more and more deviated, and even deviated from the official road and came to a riverside.

The grass is green, and the fog and rain are boundless.

Zhang Jingqing took Zhang Zhiwei to stop by the river.

Zhang Zhiwei didn't ask Zhang Jingqing why he brought him here, because he had already found the clue.

I saw that in front of the river, a dark black qi was coiled, like a cloud of ink in a lake, bottomless.

There's a demonic aura here......

Zhang Zhiwei instantly understood and said, "Master brought me to fish for law enforcement?" ”

"Net strange words, fishing is fishing, law enforcement is law enforcement, demon subjugation is demon subjugation!"

Zhang Jingqing stretched out his hand and wiped it on the top of Zhang Zhiwei's head, covering his blazing yang energy.

Zhang Zhiwei's life is double cultivation, his body is full of blood like a dragon, and the general evil is never dared to approach, if he doesn't cover it up, how can he lead out the evil in the river?

As a Taoist celestial master, Zhang Jingqing has a lot of experience in subduing demons and subduing demons, and under his operation, it didn't take long for the fish to take the bait.

I saw in the distance, a flat boat broke through the calm water, and came lightly, along with a white mist like a veil.

The white mist spread quickly, and it engulfed Zhang Zhiwei in a few breaths, making everything around him seem a little dreamlike.

Soon, the boat traveled from far to near and arrived on the shore not far from Zhang Zhiwei.

At this distance, even if the fog is heavy, you can see the situation on the ship clearly.

At the bow of the boat was a thin middle-aged man who looked lifeless, and was holding the boat for a while.

"Do you want to take a boat?"

The boatman's voice was a little hoarse, but also lifeless, as unpleasant as a piece of iron rubbing against glass, which made people physically uncomfortable.

"Of course you sit!"

Without too much nonsense, Zhang Jingqing and Zhang Zhiwei Shi Ran got on the boat.

"Sit down, let's go!"

The boatman didn't ask where the two were going, but the boat stirred up, and the boat went to the middle of the river.

On the small boat, Zhang Zhiwei saw through at a glance that this boatman was a dead man, and he was a dead man with a very penetrating appearance.

However, as a Taoist priest of the Fu Sect, and with the Golden Light Mantra and the Thunder Law, Zhang Zhiwei is naturally not afraid of these, and his confidence is a skill.

Zhang Zhiwei looked at his master Zhang Jingqing, and didn't understand the meaning of getting on this boat, such an evil thing, wouldn't it be good to kill it directly with a thunderbolt?

I saw Zhang Jingqing as if he didn't see it, sitting cross-legged on the boat, closing his eyes and recuperating.

I couldn't figure out what the master had in mind, Zhang Zhiwei was not in a hurry to make a move, looked at the dead man's boatman, and asked:

"Master, how is the business lately?"

"It's not good, occasionally two or three a day, occasionally one every two or three days!" The boatman's voice was still unpleasant.

"Yo, that's a good business, by the way, we're your first business today!" Zhang Zhiwei asked again.

"You ...... is the first ...... Single! ”

"That's not an honor!"

Zhang Zhiwei grinned, revealing a mouthful of white Sensen's neat teeth, the boatman's voice was very hoarse just now, and the last word "single" always reminded him of the word "meal".

Occasionally two or three a day, occasionally two or three days, the appetite for dead things is not small!

When the boat reached the middle of the river, the fog on the water was much thicker than before, giving people the feeling of floating in the fog.

Maybe it's the driver's common problem, the boatman who used to cherish words like gold, suddenly talked more, but the voice was still ugly.

"The water is foggy, and the boat is slow, why don't I tell you a story?" The boatman said.

Zhang Zhiwei sat on the boat with a golden knife and said with a smile: "Okay, I like to listen to other people's stories the most." ”

The husky voice of the boatman began to speak.

The protagonist of the story is called Lu Ren, a traveling businessman, one day, he went to the river to fetch water, and met a drowning child. Lu Ren immediately dropped the goods, jumped into the river, rescued the child, and sent him back to the village. ”

"In the process, Lu Ren bumped into the villagers who came to look for the child, and as soon as these villagers saw Lu Ren, they treated him as a human trafficker, and beat him to death without listening to his explanation."

"After his death, Lu Ren's body was stripped naked and thrown into the river, where the fish and shrimp were left to eat, while the villagers took the child he had just rescued and returned to the village happily with his money and goods."

"Actually, as soon as he started, the rescued child explained the identity of Lu Ren's rescuer, but the villagers didn't stop when they knew about it."

"Because when he beat someone, a few pieces of silver fell out of Lu Ren's body, and the villagers saw that the money was open, and they made a mistake, so they beat him to death as a human trafficker."

"Lu Ren, who died unjustly at the bottom of the river, had a deep grudge, and his soul had nowhere to return, and slowly turned into a powerful ghost."

"Lu Ren wants revenge, but he is a ghost in the river, and he can't go ashore, so he thought of a way, since he can't go ashore, he will raise a monster that can go ashore to avenge himself."

So he took the form of a boatman who ferried on the river, threw the guests into the river, and fed the fish that had eaten his corpse, hoping that one day the fish would become a monster and go ashore to ashore to avenge him.

This is the end of the story.

As the boatman's story ended, the boat gradually moved closer to the center of the river.

The fog around them became thicker, and the scenery on the shore gradually became blurred.

The boatman hung his eyes and looked directly at Zhang Zhiwei: "Little brother, what do you think of this story?" Is Lu Ren very wronged, and the villagers deserve to die! ”

Zhang Jingqing still meditated with his eyes closed, completely looking like he had handed over the leadership of the matter to Zhang Zhiwei.

In this case, Zhang Zhiwei also let go of himself, and did not answer the boatman's question directly, but said:

"So, for the sake of you telling me a story, then I also have a story, do you want to hear it?"

"Tell me about it!"

The boatman was not in a hurry to move, stopped the oar in his hand, and the boat, which had lost power, stopped steadily in the middle of the river as if it had lowered its anchor.

Zhang Zhiwei leaned on the side of the boat and slowly narrated:

"In ancient times, there was a person named Zhang Heng by the river, who thought he was a good man who walked for the heavens, but in fact, he had a bad heart and poisonous methods, and he was a living Yama on the water."

"Zhang Heng's daily routine is to pretend to be a guest in a hurry, specialize in some small passenger boats, and when he arrives in the middle of the river, Zhang Heng will draw a knife and give the boatman and other guests on the boat a choice, asking him if he wants to eat 'bandao noodles' or 'wonton noodles'."

"What do you mean? This 'plate knife noodles' is chopped to death with a knife and then thrown into the water. 'Wonton noodles' is to let you jump into the river by yourself, so as not to dirty his knife of King Zhang. ”

"But then, ah......!"

The story came to an abrupt end, Zhang Zhiwei stopped talking halfway, stood up and said:

"I like to hear about Guan Gong and Qin Qiong the most."

"Boatman, you say, if your devil pretending to be a boatman bumps into me, the living king of Hades, who asks for noodles, what will happen to the scene?"

"Boatman, do you want to choose the board knife side or the chaos side?"