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By the time the sun was setting in the west, Li Yunxin was already standing on the side of the street.

Du Zizai's current residence is only a house and a courtyard, and the courtyard is only enclosed by a bamboo fence, with a low bamboo door.

There were some flowers and plants planted on the edge of the fence, but now they are blooming. It's just that they are neglected, and the loftweeds are more lush than the flowers, drowning the red and yellow clumps of flowers.

Just as Li Yunxin expected, there were already some people gathered here.

In this era, people don't have much entertainment, and they are naturally very curious when they encounter this kind of thing. It stands to reason that a few days ago, there was a big demon in Weicheng, and people should have been panicking. But it seems that it is precisely because the demon is so fierce that it is not true when it reaches the ears of the people of Egret Town-what is the real body of the Dragon King in the sky, a white crane as big as Weicheng appears in the night, and an entire street is destroyed......

It's just bizarre.

People prefer to believe that the fire that night was a wildfire, and that the street was destroyed by the earth.

Li Yunxin can understand this mentality. This is a very common psychological phenomenon - unless a view or belief is strong enough to completely destroy people's original cognition, it will only make people stubborn and strengthen their original ideological views.

- Who wants to believe that there really is such a terrible demon in the world, and that it is all around them?

Therefore, for the people of Bailu Town, which is 100 miles away from Weicheng...... The incident that Du Sheng said was really interesting.

Right now, Du Ziyu is standing in the courtyard of his house - he spent a lot of money to buy incense cases and candles, and put them in the yard.

There was a pig's head, a sheep's head, and a whole chicken. Three meats and three vegetarian dishes, and three water and wine were placed. Then put the white rice in a bowl and insert three pillars of high incense.

Wait until it gets darker. The candle was lit - the green smoke was filled, the candle flame was faint, and it really gave birth to some solemn atmosphere.

There were about thirty or forty people on the street, who gathered outside Du Sheng's courtyard to watch him, and only laughed at him for being stupid in his studies.

Li Yunxin stood under an old locust tree outside these crowds, looking at Na Du Sheng.

It's not bad. Because they don't work in the field. The skin is white. There are no calluses on the hands, and people who want to be touched will be comfortable. Thick eyebrows, big eyes, high nose bridge. His lips are a little thin, his eyebrows are a little narrow, and people who look at him will say that he is small-minded and mean.

But in the eyes of girls, this appearance is indeed handsome.

Li Yunxin raised his hand and wiped the corner of his forehead.

The people on the street are all around a person, like the stars holding the moon. The man was about forty years old, wearing a yellow crown and a big hat. He held a whisk in his hand. Now standing on the street with a shy stomach, looking into Du Sheng's yard.

From people's words, Li Yunxin knew that this person was the temple blessing of the Dragon King Temple at the mouth of the Sanhekou, and the road name was Kunyangzi. Among the people who came over today, he was probably the most happy to see Du Zizao make a fool of himself.

Because when Du Zi asked him to do things with three taels of silver, Kunyangzi only said that it was a ghost haunting people, "I may not be able to fight that ghost, so let's try."

This is a consistent trick of secular Taoist priests – in fact, it is not a "trick". They have not obtained the true inheritance of the Dao and the Sword Sect, and they have learned some spells from the sideways. I don't know the mystery. Relying only on the word of mouth of the ancestors, they only say "it should be like this" and "it should be like that". Sometimes it works. Sometimes it's completely useless, just saying that "you can't fight".

But Du Zi got the dream of Dongting Jun, so he said that Miaozhu Kunyangzi was not good at learning, and he actually recognized the noble daughter of the god as a harmful ghost, which almost made him miss a good fate.

Therefore, this Kunyangzi stood outside Du Shengmen today, looking at him coldly. An idler came up to him and asked him if it was true or false tonight. He just sneered, and said nothing. The idler couldn't ask, so another woman came to ask him. But when he did not answer, the woman became angry and made a gesture to tear his robe. said "This Taoist priest has such a bad luck on his face, but he didn't serve well last night" and something like that.

The group of idlers started laughing on the sidelines. Kunyangzi glared at the woman a few times, and the woman became more and more angry. He had no choice but to dodge a few steps in embarrassment, and said, "Okay, I'll tell you." ”

He glanced at Du Sheng, who was kneeling in front of the desk, and sneered: "What are you talking about Dongtingjun?"

"I, Kunyangzi, have presided over the Dragon King Temple at the mouth of the three rivers for fifteen years. My temple is a big temple near Weicheng. A few days ago, Baohua in Weicheng invited someone and sent me a post. But the **** has something to go out, so it's delayed - otherwise, I, Kunyangzi, am also a guest in Langya Cave. ”

Hearing him say this, although those people didn't know the "Langya Cave Heaven", but they always knew the "Cave Heaven", they all let out an exclamation.

The woman withdrew her hand, and did not dare to pull him any more.

Kunyangzi said again: "My big temple." It is the Dragon King of Weishui that is enshrined. What did Du Zi say about it? Say -- what Dongting Jun's daughter offended the dragon son and was turned into a carp -- ridiculous! I have worshiped the Weishui Dragon King for many years, where have I ever heard of a dragon son? Where is there a Dongting Jun? I have never heard of it!"

These people were bluffed by him for a while. After a while, an idle man timidly asked, "Maybe you haven't heard of Daoye?"

Kunyang Zibai glanced at him: "It's a little demon, how can you spare him if you offend the Dragon King?" It's a Taoist god, how can I not hear of it? This Qianli Dongting is where the Dragon Palace of the Weishui Dragon King is located—which demon who doesn't open his eyes dares to call himself Dongting Jun?"

Hearing him say this, everyone was impressed.

He said this loudly, and Du Sheng in the courtyard also heard it.

He originally sat with his eyes closed, but at this time he slowly opened his eyes, with a strange smile on his face, and shook his head: "Daoist, if you are not good at learning, it is better to say less." Wait for Dongtingjun to report to me tonight, and when I hear your words, hehe......"

After speaking, he closed his eyes again, and Kun Yangzi didn't argue with him, only snorted coldly.

After the two of them said this, a night breeze arose. Watching the excitement, he gradually stopped talking.

Even when I look at it, I always wonder if this is true. Kunyangzi said something about the dragon king and demons, but it made people think a little more from the side. When the night gets darker and the weather cooler, the night breeze starts again......

When I looked at the faint fire candle in the courtyard again, people were silent for a while.

It was at that moment that I heard a clear and nice male voice say, "Actually, I suggest that you go home and wash and sleep." ”

This voice broke the brief silence, and people forgot to look at the sound—they found that it was a handsome "scholar" in a white robe. At a glance, people knew it was a foreigner.

Because if you are a local, or if you have been wandering in the local area for some days, you will not remember him.

Because he was born so good-looking.

This good-looking little offspring held a folding fan with tears and bamboo fans in his hand, and squinted his eyes slightly as he spoke, looking to the west.

The small street in front of Du Sheng's house does lead to the west, where there is a ferry crossing, but it is rarely used. The side street is a barren meadow, and if you look along the road, you can faintly see the reeds and irises gently rippling in the night breeze by the water's edge in the bright moonlight.

He's just looking there.

People followed his gaze for a while, but found nothing.

Nothing but reeds, calamus, mist, wind.

Kun Yoko stared at ...... Li Yunxin looked at it for a while, frowning slightly: "What do you mean by this?"

Li Yunxin didn't reply to him immediately, but took two more steps forward under the tree, and looked at it carefully for a while before turning his head and smiling slightly: "I mean, everyone, if you don't leave, you will die." ”

At such a moment, listening to his words in such an environment, everyone was stunned. Kun Yangzi's face changed, and he shouted, "What crazy thing are you talking about?"

But his demeanor, tone, and demeanor don't look like some crazy person. In this way, it makes people unhappy. The people on the street shouted one after another, "What are you talking about bad things like this little offspring", "Why is this mouth so poisonous", and some of them are even more ugly.

But soon......

Another gust of wind rose. The wind rose strangely—sticking to the ground, along the side streets, and blowing slowly—sweeping up a few broken leaves in the street, but the grass on the side of the street did not shake.

When they saw this vision, the people suddenly fell silent.

Suddenly, I heard Du Zishan, who was originally sitting upright in the courtyard, suddenly opened his eyes, and shouted three times as if he was confused: "Good, good, good!"

And he sat down on his knees again, and said no more.

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