Clapping the fishing drum in his hand and singing the Tao, the old Taoist priest in sackcloth approached an alley.

This alley is lined with low-rise houses, inhabited by ordinary people, Bianliang's service industry is thriving, both men and women, there are all kinds of jobs waiting, the so-called "full-time wife", that can only be the privilege of the eunuchs.

As a result, the alleys are a bit quieter.

I heard the empty Shenzi beating the fishing drum with his hands, and the words he sang in his mouth were still some anti-words that were taboo to the extreme: "There are Northern Liao, there are Western Xia, and Dali, the land of Han, the soil of Tang, full of fishy eyes, Luntai City only sees a crescent moon flag, and the Han people in Yanyun Land have bald hair." Said miraculous skills, praised saints, Tianzun Miao descendants, sorghum river, donkey cart, rotten butt, Lan Yuan League decided that my brother and your brother, Empress Dowager Xiao will be the uncle and aunt of the Zhao family from now on......"

Revealing the shortcomings of the Zhao family, the empty underworld had already walked to the depths of the alley, and stood on the side of an old well, the fishing drum beat lightly, and shouted: "Mocha, don't come out yet!"

In that well, the water splashed violently, and suddenly a small Jiao rose up by the mist of the water and landed in front of the empty underworld.

Although Mocha, the Jiaojing, had already cultivated his body to the point where he could be big and small, even if he shrunk his body to the size of a bamboo snake playing with a child, Kong Mingzi still saw that this Jiaojing's body was much thicker and fatter than before.

It seems that all the heroes hidden in the Ghost Fan Building have now become the heat stored in this frog.

But Kong Mingzi didn't care how many friends this frog had eaten, and those goods hidden in the Ghost Fan Mansion were dragged out one by one and shot with a machine gun for ten minutes.

He just glanced at this Jiaojing, Mocha originally saw that the old Taoist in front of him was thin and obscene, and thought that someone had accepted an old apprentice, so he knew how to summon it, the "Admiral of Bianhe Water Mansion".

But looking at the flash of light in the eyes of the old Taoist, and then feeling the familiar breath, Mocha suddenly fell to the ground: "I don't know that the true monarch is coming, the little dragon is far away, I hope the true monarch will forgive the sin!"

Kong Mingzi smiled slightly, sat on the well platform, looked at the Jiaojing in front of him and said lightly: "Now I want to arrest two people from the Buddhist Sect, but the other party is very slippery, and I still can't find where they are hiding." You have been instructed to inspect the Bianhe River, and if you have discovered anything recently, you will report it urgently. ”

Mocha is also a lot more obedient now, thought about it, and responded: "Zhenjun, although I have swallowed a lot of traitorous goods, but these people are almost the heads of some beggar gangs, but I have never seen any monks and nuns with magical powers. It's just that these days, I saw some people sneaking into the ghost fan building in the middle of the night, and when I saw that they were behaving strangely, I secretly swallowed one. Unexpectedly, in addition to a human skin, only a belly of black mud remained. I had seen those things in Peach Blossom Mountain, and I didn't dare to eat them, so I had to use the talisman beads given by the true monarch to seal them. ”

Thinking of the black mud monsters on Peach Blossom Mountain that were made of mortals' flesh and bones, Kong Yingzi frowned.

If it's just a black mud monster, it doesn't matter, although it is difficult for mortals to resist, but in the empty underworld, it's just a matter of putting a few fires.

But if these monsters put on human skins and mix in Bianliang City, this is really a dangerous crowd like a time bomb!

"Manichaeism...... Buddhism ...... Why does the more I look at it, the more I feel that the two have joined forces?" Kong Mingzi snorted and stretched out his hand towards Mocha: "Give me those black mud, this matter is more serious than I thought, you must not slack off when cruising the Bianhe, and you must carefully investigate these black mud monsters pretending to be living people one by one!"

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After sending away Jiaojing Mocha, Kong Mingzi stood up, still clapping the fishing drum in his hand and walking slowly.

Around the corner, on a low wall, the climbing loofah flowers are delicate and yellow, and they look lovely among the verdant leaves.

A round dumpling cat, lying on its back among the flowers, looks like a lazy cat sleeping heavily.

Looking at the cat, the old Taoist priest in Mai had a doting smile on his face and called in a low voice: "Bell, wake up." ”

However, the cat only turned its ears a few times, then twisted its body, changed its position and went back to sleep.

It's useless to just bark, Kong Mingzi simply stretched out the long bamboo slips that accompanied the fishing drum and poked the cat, but in exchange for a coquettish chuckle: "Meow, uncle, it's good if you go to cosplay by yourself, why are you making noise that I can't sleep." ”

It was just a shriveled old man's empty man, who just smiled and didn't speak.

However, the movements under his hands did not stop, and the long bamboo slips were like a cat teasing stick, constantly scratching the danzi cat.

Finally, the cat was annoyed by the old Taoist's movements, stretched out its small front paws, and pressed the thin piece of iron on the head of the long bamboo slip with a snap. The cat's claw passed, and the iron pieces instantly corroded into pieces.

Broke the long bamboo slip, the cat bowed his body, jumped into the arms of Kong Mingzi, and grabbed Kong Mingzi's long and fluffy snow-white beard with both paws: "Uncle, your beard is so fake that it can't be more fake, what else are you pretending to be Zhang Guolao, changing into a red hat, pretending to be an old man who drills a chimney to give gifts, isn't it better?"

Kong Mingzi, or Wei Ye, hurriedly pulled Sima Ling off this white beard: "Don't catch it, don't pick it up! This is the beard of an ancient German magician bought at a high price, it is very useful, but it can't withstand the hair!"

Sima Ling also didn't have much interest in Wei Ye's fake beard, and after scratching a few times, he stopped his paws, just glanced at the immortal warlock, and raised his head: "Uncle, you take care of your fake beard, but look at what you are wearing on your feet?

In the face of Sima Ling's accusation, the immortal warlock was unmoved: "Wearing sackcloth and kicking boots, this is not in tune, which makes people feel amazing." If you wear sackcloth and straw sandals, that outfit will be too ordinary, where can you still attract the eyes of these arrogant people in Bianliang? Not to mention those lurkers who are on the sidelines!"

Speaking of this, Wei Ye put Sima Ling on the ground, and said, "If you want to talk about the whereabouts of these demons and monsters, it is natural for them to avoid me, but they will not avoid you as a half-demon." Don't think it's just me cosplaying this time, and so are you!"

As he spoke, the immortal warlock reached into the fake beard and groped a few times, and turned out a small basket made of lotus leaves and lotus vines: "I transformed the lotus leaf boat we entered Bianliang, and it was just used for your self-defense." This time, I am a Taoist priest who sings Taoism, and you are a flower girl. ”

"Uncle, it's good for you to pretend to be Zhang Guolao yourself, why do you have to let me pretend to be Lan Caihe?"