The handsome pot was drunk in the city lord's mansion.

He didn't know how he left the City Lord's Mansion, and he didn't remember how he got into the carriage, but when he woke up, he was already in the carriage.

The carriage went all the way.

"Awake?"

The painter was driving the carriage, not moving fast, and heard the movement in the carriage and said.

"My head hurts, and my mouth is thirsty. "When the pot woke up, he wanted to drink water.

The painter said, "There is a kettle in the carriage. ”

Shuai Guo rummaged in the carriage, took out the kettle from the arms of the howling dog, and drank it in a big gulp, he was too thirsty.

He put down the kettle, touched his forehead, why did he pick up a bag, it still hurt a little when he touched it, and said, "How can I get a bag on my forehead?"

The painter said, "You don't remember anything?"

Shuai Guo thought about it carefully, it was a mess, and he didn't have any impression of the forehead bagging.

The painter explained, "No matter how you call you in the morning, you can't wake up, like a mess of mud, so you will be helped into the carriage, who knows if you don't hold it steady, you fall to the ground, and you hit a bag on your forehead." ”

"Really?"

"How can this be fake?"

Shuai Guo thought to himself, so he didn't bother with the matter of the forehead bag.

In the carriage, the little monk did not wake up, and his body smelled of alcohol. At his feet, the whistling dog slept like a dead dog, motionless.

"This dead dog also drinks, what a waste. ”

The little monk opened his eyes in a daze, and just woke up to see the eldest brother looking at him.

"Big brother, I'm thirsty. ”

Shuai Guo handed the little monk the kettle, the little monk drank it in a big gulp, and Shuai Guo said, "Drink slowly, don't choke." ”

After the little monk finished drinking, Shuai Guo put on a straight face and began to preach, "You are still a child, why are you still drunk and drunk." Look at you, you have broken a few precepts, if you are older, you have to break the rules and precepts of Buddhism, do you still have to learn from Lu Zhishen and be a flower monk. ”

Before the old monk died, he asked him to take care of the little monk, but now it seems that they are all wasted, which is really against the old monk's entrustment.

The little monk took pity on him and said, "Big brother, didn't you tell me to drink it? You said that wine is a good thing, you can forget all your troubles, and enter the realm of non-emptiness and non-phase." ”

Shuai Guo wondered, "Did I let you drink it?" ”

The painter chimed in, "You're too drunk, you're broken, of course you don't remember." ”

When the handsome pot was drunk, he poured wine and toasted when he saw people, and said in his mouth, if he didn't drink, he would look down on me.

The little monk was forced to pick up his glass and take a sip. I also heard Shuai Guo say that this wine can forget the troubles, although it is a little choking, but it can really forget the troubles.

Although, he didn't have much to worry about.

Shuai Guo smiled awkwardly and said to the little monk, "Don't take it as an example." ”

The little monk said, "Listen to the big brother." ”

The painter said, "Shuai Guo, look at you, after a few glasses of wine, I forgot what my surname is, and the wine depends on the character, but I didn't expect you to really have no wine, and you don't have much character." ”

When Shuai Guo heard this, he said angrily, "What kind of character do you think you have, but I remember someone, last night in front of the wine table, danced a belly dance, and sang a song to love when you die, even if you die, who do you want to love?"

The painter's face turned red and became angry, "You don't want to mention this." ”

At this time, in the middle of the road.

Two big men with big knives stood there, waiting for the carriage to approach, shouting, "Stop!"

The painter stopped the carriage and said, "What's the matter?"

The tall man said, "My pet is missing, I guess it ran under your carriage." ”

The painter got out of the car and looked carefully around the wheel, but he didn't see any animals.

"No. ”

The tall man walked up to the wheel of the carriage and crouched down, as if looking for something, and after a while, he held a ladybug in the palm of his hand, and cried, "My ladybug brother, you died so miserably, we have been together for decades." Today, you died under the wheels of someone else's car, you are gone, how can you let me live. ”

The painter said, "This ladybug seems to have come out of your sleeve." ”

The short man leaned into the tall man's ear and whispered, "Big brother, he seems to see it." ”

The tall man kicked the short man to stop talking, and said to the painter, "You mean I'm framing you." ”

The painter nodded yes.

Shuai Guo said lightly, "You guys are trying to blackmail and blackmail." ”

The short man said, "Big brother, they seem to know our intentions. ”

"Shut up. The tall man said, turning his head to look at the handsome pot, "Blackmail, blackmail, we never do this kind of thing without intelligence, you crushed my ladybug brother, can you make a price?"

Shuai Guo said, "Is there a difference?"

"Why is there no difference, one has a reason and one has no reason, can it be the same?"

Shuai Guo said slowly, "To put it bluntly, I just want to find an excuse for blackmail." ”

The short man said, "Big brother, he's so smart." ”

The tall man said, "Okay, since you pay a sum of money, we will let you go, but if you have to tear this skin, then I will ......" After speaking, he shook the knife.

"Robbery!"

Shuai Guo said, "The two of you, the three of us plus a dog, are you sure you want to rob." ”

The tall man said, "Haha, one old, one young, one young, I can deal with it alone." ”

The painter was not happy, "Who do you say is old, you are old, your whole family is old." ”

"Grandma's, I'll rob it, can you be more profitable, be happy. ”

Shuai Guo said, "I can't." ”

"It seems that you have to suffer some flesh and skin, so why bother? Lao Tzu didn't want to hurt people. After saying that, it was like taking a step forward.

The painter shouted, "Handsome pot, protect me thoroughly." ”

"With me, no one hurt you. Shuai Guo conjured a chopstick in his hand, quickly turned it on the palm of his hand, and said to the two, "Do you know what this is?"

The short man said, "Chopsticks." ”

"You know what's the use of that?"

"Eat. ”

"Do you know that he has other uses? ”

The short man said, "What is it for?"

"You see. The handsome pot operated the internal force to the palm of his hand, and with a whoosh, it came out and was inserted straight into the trunk of the tree.

Shuai Guo said lightly, "In addition to being a pair of chopsticks, it can also kill." ”

The two looked at the chopsticks inserted into the tree, thinking that this time they mentioned the iron plate, and said busily, "Misunderstanding, misunderstanding"

"What misunderstanding?"

The two of them couldn't say why, Shuai Guo was impatient, and said, "Rob." ”

The two robbers said in their hearts, this is to meet their peers.

The tall man touched his body and found ten copper plates. The short man only touched seven copper plates.

Shuai Guo said, "That's it." ”

The tall man said, "Before it opened, it was robbed by you." ”

No matter how small a fly is, it is meat.

Shuai Guo took the copper plate, thinking to himself, it would be good if he encountered a few more robbers.

......

Qingcheng.

A beautiful little town, surrounded by mountains and rivers.

But now, the name has been forgotten, and people prefer to call it a ghost town.

It is an empty city, with no living people. There are only bones everywhere, dilapidated houses, and ghosts roaming this ghost town.

Many years ago, the Poison King came to Qingcheng in order to refine the corpse. In the well of Qingcheng, the corpse was poisoned.

The inhabitants of the city drew water from the well, and the corpse poison entered everyone's body through the water, and after several days of incubation, it exploded.

People who have been poisoned by corpses slowly lose their minds and gnaw and fight each other.

The entire Qingcheng became a hell on earth in a matter of days.

Later, the Poison King took the corpses he cultivated to avoid the pursuit of the Jianghu people.

Later, in a small city, he died very aggrieved under the handsome pot 'life-killing flying needle'.

And Shuai Guo and his entourage left from the city, and after a day's journey, they came to the ghost town.