"No, here. Zhang took out a palm-sized chalky paper bag from the rice bowl and handed it over, "There is still a lot left to avoid the limelight during this time." ”

Zhang Yuan took it, poured out the fine white powder in the tea, and then shook it with chalk, and saw that it was clean and clean, without much trace, before he picked up the steamed bun and handed it to Zhang: "Quickly give it to the chalk man." ”

Zhang's smile was bright and charming, and he walked up to the young Taoist priest in Tsing Yi, and his voice was chalky: "Guest officer, these are your four steamed buns and a pot of tea." ”

The Taoist priest in Tsing Yi glanced at her lightly: "Put it aside, don't disturb it." ”

Putting down the steamed buns and tea, Zhang returned to the door curtain with hatred: "Could this chalk be blind?

Then, the two hid behind the door curtain, quietly opened a gap, and watched the Tsing Yi Taoist priest eat and drink.

"Why don't you just eat steamed buns and not drink water?!" Zhang waited anxiously and couldn't help but whisper.

"Okay, okay, okay, drink the tea!" Zhang Yuan finally saw the young wandering priest pour a cup and drink it all clearly, and his tone was full of joy.

Zhang's mouth kept chanting: "Pour! pour!pour!" But after waiting for a while, the Tsing Yi Taoist priest was still eating steamed buns in high spirits, and she looked at Zhang Yuan anxiously and suspiciously: "Master, why hasn't the chalky sweat medicine worked yet?"

Zhang Yuan's murderous intent became stronger and stronger, so the waiting was also becoming more and more anxious, and after listening to Zhang's question, he scolded in a low voice in anger: "Wu Na ruined girl, is the chalk sweat medicine you bought fake?"

"I used it once half a month ago, isn't it very effective?" Zhang was very aggrieved, he scolded Zhang Yuan by himself on weekdays, how could he ever be scolded by him.

Zhang Yuan glanced outside: "Take another pot of tea with ingredients, and say that today is the 100th anniversary of the opening of our Zhangjia Inn, and I will specially send a pot of tea." ”

After re-ordering the chalky sweat medicine, Zhang's heart was puzzled, and he planned to try the effect of the medicine, so he took a sip.

"How's it going, is it useful?" asked Zhang Yuan eagerly.

Zhang was dizzy, and hurriedly poured two sips of cold water to recover; Good, surprisingly good!"

"Maybe it's because that chalk has a special physique. Zhang Yuan guessed.

After Zhang sent the pot of tea out and returned, the two continued to hide behind the curtain and peek.

But half an hour passed, and the Tsing Yi Dao chalk didn't see any dizziness, but took out a chalk of the Taoist Sutra from his arms, shook his head and read it.

"Will you meet a master?" Zhang's heart beat a drum.

Zhang Yuan shook his head and affirmed: "I am also second-rate, although I can't beat those masters, but I still recognize it, you see that chalk is white and tender, and he is not very old, and there is no kung fu between walks, so he should just be an ordinary person." Besides, if he was a master, he would have found out that the chalk sweat medicine came to us to settle accounts. ”

Under the greed, they like to find all kinds of excuses to strengthen their confidence, and turn a blind eye to many flaws.

The night was already dark, and the cool breeze blew into the inn, bringing out a hint of gloom in the cold.

Zhang's chalky and evil deeds are innumerable, although he doesn't seem to care, but deep down, there is always a little bit of chalkiness, and every time he hears someone tell the story of ghosts, he is scared.

Blown by the gloomy cool breeze, seeing that the night was completely dark, and seeing the monk in Tsing Yi outside drinking two pots of chalk sweat tea but casually eating steamed buns while reading the scriptures, she suddenly had some terrifying thoughts to scare herself, and said in a trembling voice: "Dang, the master, you say, will you meet a ghost to take revenge?"

Zhang Yuan didn't expect this section, but when he was reminded by the lady like this, he couldn't help but feel furious, and forced himself to calm down: "You see that there is a shadow under his feet, he is definitely not a chalk ghost!"

"But it's always weird, or this deal will be over?" Zhang said in horror

Zhang Yuan hesitated for a moment, and was about to agree, when he suddenly saw the chalk of the Tsing Yi Dao chalk outside, swaying, slamming the package to the ground, making a crisp sound, revealing a trace of chalk, flashing golden light.

Breathing heavily, greed burning, Zhang Yuan's killing intent almost reached the highest point, gritted his teeth and said: "The ghosts of the capital are the most afraid of extremely evil and murderous characters, that chalk is not a ghost, if it is a ghost, the old chalk will let him come and go!"

Lifting the axe and lifting the curtain, Zhang Yuan strode out, and Zhang followed cautiously.

The young Taoist priest in Tsing Yi was lying crookedly on the table, Zhang Yuan quickly came to his back, and swung the board axe as thick as a substance, and chopped off the head of the young Taoist priest with a brush.

With this axe swinged, Zhang Yuan and Zhang both fell to the ground as if they had been drained of strength.

The two thought that they were too nervous and consumed too much energy, so they reacted like this, looked at each other and smiled, and put their hearts at ease, that chalk is not a chalk ghost!

Zhang stretched out his hand and opened the package.

But at this moment, a gust of wind blew, whirling, and blew out the oil lamp, and the inn immediately became dark and eerie, and when the package was opened, there was no gold, but a pile of white paper money.

Zhang Yuan and Zhang's faces were pale, cold sweat broke out, falling like rain, and their hearts were beating loudly, as if they were about to jump out of their chests.

There was another sound next to them, and the two of them were stunned, and subconsciously looked over, only to see the headless corpse of the young Taoist priest in Tsing Yi groping for the head, and then put it on his neck, and after a few strokes, it returned to its original state as soon as it clicked.

The young Taoist priest in Tsing Yi looked at the two of them, and the expression on his face seemed to be smiling.

Zhang Yuan and Zhang wanted to make a sound, but they were stuffed in their chests, ho-ho, feces, urine, tears, and snot came out together, and they fell to the ground, and they were scared to death!

Shi Xuan played with the killing machine of the scarlet man in his palm, and sure enough, the stronger the killing machine, the better. [To be continued, "This article is chalky by mentioning chalk". If you like this work, you are welcome to ◣◥ to vote for recommendation and monthly passes, your support is my biggest motivation. 】