Outside the town, peddler Qiao Dong carried the shelves and walked into the bustling streets.

People come and go, and the pedestrians here are much better in their clothes and complexion than in rural villages.

Based on his years of experience as a peddler, he knew that business was coming soon.

Sure enough, a passing woman saw the flower on the shelves and her eyes were shiny.

"People, take out all the other ones you have, and show me!"

Qiao Dong was energetic and lifted the cover, "Please see, I have red, yellow, blue, green and purple, all colors, silk and embroidered."

At this time, more women squeezed over, scrambling to wear flowers on their hair buns, and laughing and asking each other, "Is it good-looking?"

The little peddler compliments while observing the surroundings.

His current location is next to the street, with other stalls on both sides, which should be an excellent stall location. It is logical that someone has already occupied it.

However, after the peddler arrived, no one came out.

He was thinking about it when he heard the women talking, "Hey, Guo Erlang is in an acute illness, and I don't know when it will be better?"

"We're still waiting for him to peel the fruit and see!"

Qiao Dong seemed to understand that the stall now belonged to the ones they said. He felt a move in his heart and asked, "Who is not sure where is that Guo Erlang now?"

The women were playing and making fun, and they couldn't hear clearly who was answering.

A woman had the biggest voice and shouted, "People, I want these two heads, you have to be cheaper!"

Qiao Dong nodded repeatedly, "Okay, okay, two fifteen cents!"

...

There is a haunted legend in a remote courtyard in the town, which has been abandoned for many years. Occasionally, crows fall on dead trees, and wild dogs drill into it through holes.

Today is extremely deserted, and the roar of beasts sounds from time to time.

The doors and windows of the dark room were blocked by wooden boards, and a trace of light could not be shone in.

Guo Erlang, who is usually handsome, has red all over his body at this moment, his veins are bulging like earthworms, his face is ferocious, and he looks like an evil ghost.

If those women were usually seen, they would definitely run away in horror and scream.

"Ho, ho!"

Guo Erlang's voice leaked, and it was whirring like a bellows. He lay on the ground for a while before he supported his upper body.

"Monkey, it's actually a monk!"

He raised his arm, and there were red lines like spider webs on it, but it was just a broken one. It was the one that belonged to Miss Tang.

The murderer behind the scenes who caused trouble and murdered several daughters of the family was like this fruit seller Guo Erlang.

On that day, Fang Dou shouted and rescued Miss Tang. He even hit Guo Erlang directly with the traces of casting spells.

Guo Erlang was caught off guard and a golden rooster appeared in his mind. His eyes were as sharp as golden needles, which made his eyes hurt severely, and his mind seemed to be washed by huge waves and turned blank.

After the rooster crowed, Guo Erlang found that a "soul-losing silk" on his arm was broken.

This is a big deal. The core of the spell he practiced is on the "Soul-losing Silk". Once it breaks, it will be backfired.

The consequences of backlash were far beyond Guo Erlang's imagination. He hid in this yard and struggled for a long time, but still suffered endless pain.

"The monk from Fuyuan Temple is indeed a capable man who can actually break my soul-lossing thread."

"It was also because I was careless and did not bury the soul-lossing silk into the soul, and I was suffering this great disaster!"

"In the next game, I will fight with you monks!"

Guo Erlang took a deep breath, swallowed and spitted a few times, spraying white mist from his mouth and nose, and pointed at the red line on his arm.

In an instant, several families in different places reacted at the same time.

"Master, it's not good. The lady is trembling all over her body, she's almost out of reach!"

"The immortal talisman given by the Taoist priest suddenly ignited spontaneously without wind, and it was almost burned!"

"Miss, breaking her arm!"

After a while, these ladies from other families became quiet again, but they said, "Call the monks from Fuyuan Temple to come!"

These are all wealthy families, where the daughters in the family live a luxurious life, and they are all famous beauties. They suffer from disasters all night and get crazy.

They rely on their relationships to invite famous doctors and experts from all walks of life, but unfortunately they can't solve the problem.

Not long ago, they heard that Mr. Tang invited a monk from Fuyuan Temple to cure the madness of the lady.

Unexpectedly, the change happened so quickly that my lady said this inexplicably.

"Hurry, go to Fuyuan Temple to invite the monks and come over overnight!"

"Take my thousand-mile horse and put it on the carriage!"

"Listen, I'll leave the gate and can't stop for a moment until Fuyuan Temple!"

Guo Erlang calmed down, took a few light breaths, and returned to his fair and handsome appearance.

"The soul-loving silk has been completely integrated into the soul. If you want to use the same trick again, break my soul-loving silk, and then break up the souls of these daughters of the daughter first!"

He laughed proudly a few times, then scolded him fiercely.

"Old guy, you still have one trick, only passing on me to the silk show, but passing on the puppet show to Erlongzi!"

"If it weren't for the incomplete spells, how could I be so embarrassed?"

"Erlongzi, I will find you in this life!"

...

On the street, Qiao Dong was working hard to promote it and suddenly felt a sense of familiarity.

He stood there as if he was struck by lightning, his face became dark.

A woman saw that he looked wrong and asked, "Peopleman, peddler, are you okay?"

"oh oh!"

Qiao Dong came to his senses and forced a smile, "What do you want to buy in my sister-in-law?"

“This set of needles and threads is good, how much does it cost?”

“…”

Although Qiao Dong was worried, he still cheered up and dealt with the guests.

...

Fuyuan Temple disappeared for a day and night of martial law, and returned from sandalwood.

"Fang Dou, I want to compete with those three guys, will you help me?"

Fang Dou was stunned and asked, "Where have you been?"

The fat monk changed his past and wanted to turn into a struggle force, which made Fang Dou suspect that he must have been stimulated during the period of disappearance.

"I went to the abbot to preside over the presidency and told him that I would also participate in the reception of Master Haiyuan this time."

Martial Arts was indignant, "The three of them bullied people too much. If I don't fight back, I can step on my head a few times!"

Fang Dou thought for a while and nodded, "Yes, I'll help you what you want to do!"

"With your words, I will feel at ease!"

Martial law grabbed Fang Dou's hands, "We want to do this beautifully!"

The monks in Fuyuan Temple are divided into different factions, like an office. Monks are like salesmen, each with their own ways.

Who knows more pilgrims, has a higher status, and has a sponsorship... Oh no, the more money the incense, the higher the status, the higher the hope of inheriting the abbot's host.

The Buddhist sons in the three halls are the successors trained by the first one. They are seamlessly handed over whether they are in connections or subordinates.

In contrast, martial law has been at a disadvantage for too long, and this time the big family's daughter is a good opportunity for him.

These families either do business or become officials. They are either rich or noble, have wide connections and broad paths. If they can join the martial law side, their capital will be several times higher.

Fang Dou understood after hearing this, "Okay, I will definitely succeed this time!"

"By the way, I want to make a secret incense, I need some materials, please provide one or two more!"
Chapter completed!