Chen Tang settled in the Taoist temple, and the problem of food and accommodation was solved at the same time - although he wanted to be a man, it was nothing.

Etiquette said: The gentleman is far away from the kitchen.

But as a modern youth, Chen Tang has no evasions and concerns in this regard at all, killing chickens and fish, and is good at everything.

The Futu Taoist people have a good spell, and they have the magic of taking things from the air, which is by no means magic, nor is it a trick to obstruct the eyes, but a real magical means.

This reminded Chen Tang that the Floating Daoist had listed choices that day, and one of them was called "Five Ghost Handling Techniques", which had a somewhat similar function.

However, he knew very well that what the Futu Daoist had performed would not be this technique, but a more sophisticated Dao technique.

Chen Tang wanted to learn the Tao.

learned a "Stealth Talisman", which gave him a taste of sweetness. Even if it's just a small technique, it's a good thing to be able to master one more.

However, if you ask for advice directly, the Taoist will definitely not agree. There is no such human interaction with each other at all.

So learn more and wait for the opportunity.

The Taoist has nothing to do all day, and at the end of the day, at least two-thirds of the time he spends squatting in the ear room, watching the two weave and fight.

Is this really interesting?

Chen Tang secretly felt strange, and couldn't help but lean over and observe carefully.

Sure enough, the clues were found.

Those two weavers are quite different from what you usually see. Not only is it bigger, but its physical characteristics are abnormal. When the kanban teeth are revealed, there are flashes of edge, and on the strong hind legs, there are rows of slippery serrations, as hard as steel, extremely sharp.

"Dao Chief, you worm?"

Chen Tang couldn't help but ask.

The Taoist glanced at him and said lazily: "This is a Dao worm, which is raised and can live for several years." ”

You must know that the ordinary weaving, after the molt matures, it will only be a few months, and then it will be dead.

Chen Tang blinked: "What is the Dao Elder doing with raising this worm?"

"Play. ”

The Taoist replied simply: "Some people like to raise dogs, some people like to raise cats, and some people raise rats.

Chen Tang puffed out his eyes when he heard this. When I find that there is a problem in my thinking, I always think that if someone gets something, it must have a good intention, and it must have a deep meaning, but in fact, this is not the case.

The so-called "sound dogs and horses", no matter who they are, must have some entertainment.

Taoist monks, you can also have some fun.

Thinking through this layer, he couldn't help but laugh dumbly.

The Taoist said: "Don't underestimate this worm, you can win a lot of money." ”

Hearing the word "money", Chen Tang's eyes lit up: "How to win?"

The Taoist shook his head: "Therefore, scholars mislead the country, and they will only hide in their rooms every day to read and write, and they don't know how to care about things outside the door." ”

As he spoke, he reached out and lifted the basin and pressed it to the ground.

This means that they are not allowed to show it, and an eviction order is issued.

Chen Tang gave up his hand and walked out. After thinking about it in the courtyard, I finally left the Taoist temple and took advantage of today's good weather to take a walk outside.

The capital is too big, and if you want to travel around, it is estimated that it will take several days, and at the moment he is shy in his pocket, so he only has to press the bag for two or three hundred dollars, and he can't afford to play.

During the nearly ten days I lived in the Taoist temple, because the problem of food and housing was solved, the pressure was not great, but once I went outside, I had to ask for money for everything except walking, which was different.

During this period of time, reading, writing, meditating and nourishing qi were all inertial skills, and they never fell behind. At the same time, I am still thinking about whether there is a way to make money and make some money to spend.

But after thinking about it, I found that although I had taken the test to raise my reputation, I was not a fart when I got to the capital and the world.

If you don't have acquaintances, you don't know how to do it, and you don't even have the capital, what can you do right?

As for the word selling business that made a fortune at the beginning, not to mention that Chen Tang has no works that contain literary atmosphere now, and even if he does, he doesn't know who to sell them to for a while.

Now that he heard the Taoist say that he could win a lot of money by promoting weaving, he moved his mind and went outside to inquire about what it was.

Soon, admiring a street called "Tianqing Street", Chen Tang found the information he needed.

It's no secret, because in the capital, this weaving and fighting drama is too popular. Moreover, it has been popular for more than ten years, and it has long formed a tradition.

The rules of the fight bet are quite simple, that is, each side takes out its own worm and puts it in the basin to fight, and the winner is clear at a glance. Onlookers can bet separately, winning if they hit it, and losing if they don't.

A very simple game.

And around this small weaving, a huge industry can be derived. Many peasant households, in the summer and autumn season, will go out with the whole family, old and young, to the slopes of the fields to look for insects, see a good one, immediately catch it, take it to the market to sell, often can sell at a high price.

There are even many people who go bankrupt and even sell their children and daughters for the sake of fighting insects.

It's exactly like the article called "Promoting Weaving".

Playthings can be demoralized, and they will be defeated, nothing more.

Hearing this, Chen Tang was suddenly bored. He is not like Futu, who has so much spare time to play with the world and play with the dust. And it's not interesting to make money out of this.

On the one hand, Chen Tang has no research on this, and he doesn't know how to distinguish between good and bad insects; on the other hand, is he told to go to the grass like a child to forage for insects?

That's really a disgrace.

Walking along this Tianqing Street, he was going to take a stroll around another neighborhood and then return to the Taoist temple.

The streets are quite narrow, and there are stalls on both sides, all of which sell and weave, some in cages, some in clay pots, large and small, all kinds of things. There are many guests who come here to buy insects, comment on their heads, and say from time to time that "the giant body trims the tail"; and then the sentence "green and golden wings" should be to comment on the appearance of the insects; if they like it, they will take a piece of grass to provoke the insects, and make a tentative form to see if they are violent; and there are bargains...... It looks very lively.

There were many people, and Chen Tang couldn't walk fast.

Suddenly, if he realized something, his steps couldn't help but slow down, and he secretly said in his heart: "How is it possible? Could it be that he has inducted it wrong?"

After a pause, he stood there and closed his eyes, as if he were meditating, as if he were listening......

Soon, Chen Tang opened his eyes, a strange light flashed in his eyes, twisted his neck, and searched around.

However, after looking at it, I didn't find anything unusual.

However, he was sure that the breath was near him.

After thinking about it, Chen Tang walked slowly, looking for it as he walked.

Half an hour later, he was standing in front of a stall.

The stall keeper was a boy of about twelve or thirteen years old, squatting there, staring at the passers-by.

In front of him, there was a broken wooden barrel, and there were more than a dozen weaving in the barrel, although there were many of them, but none of them were very energetic.

Next to the barrel, there was a bamboo cage containing two frogs, not small, and a toad, which was extremely fat.

The two frogs hid in the corner of the cage, occasionally opening their mouths and croaking. Only this toad was very proud, and the old god was squatting on the ground in the center of the cage.

Chen Tang looked at these insects steadily.

Just now, he sensed an abnormal aura.

It's demonic!