Next to the official road in Baili Mountain, under the afterglow of the setting sun, the dead vines and old trees are dimly lit by crows, showing the desolation and vicissitudes of life.
There is a simple and dilapidated inn among a few old trees. You can walk in from the front and back. The green tiles are broken and the loess on the walls is exposed. From time to time, flies fly out of the inn and rush in without hesitation.
, so that passers-by who are thirsty, hungry, and ready to feast will turn off their appetites.
Sitting by the window sill in front of the door was a charming woman, wearing a yellow shirt and an old golden hairpin. She was shaking her fan in a bored manner, looking at the empty official road as evening was approaching.
He muttered: "There has been a war between the two countries recently, and there have been few pedestrians for several days. If this continues, let alone making some money, I am afraid it will be difficult to survive. Do we have to go back to our old business?"
A man in brown clothes with murderous brows, fierce eyes, and thick hands and feet like mallets came over, and said in a hoarse and rough voice: "The wind is very tight during this period, and there are many masters in the court near the battlefield. We still have to endure it for the time being.
Hey, many people in the city have asked me why the delicious and creamy premium secret buffalo meat is no longer available for sale this month?"
"You won't go back to them directly. The officers and soldiers have blocked the area and the 'buffalo' can't be transported in!" The enchanting woman replied angrily, and suddenly her eyes lit up: "Master, there are guests coming."
The sky was getting dark, and a wandering Taoist priest walked slowly down the dim and dark road. He was wearing a green Taoist robe and had a young face. He was carrying a large package on his back.
Zhang Yuan, a big man in brown clothes, saw a Taoist priest from a distance and sighed twice: "A broken nose, I'm afraid there won't be much money."
"Gee, my boss, didn't you just say that you should bear with it for the time being? Why did you just think about the oil and water?" Mrs. Zhang said with a sweet smile.
Zhang Yuan scratched his head: "I'm used to it, I'm used to it. But then again, Niubi will probably only order a few steamed buns and a pot of tea, and he won't even make much money by asking for the price."
"No matter how small a mosquito is, it's still meat. Go and wait behind you. Don't scare people away with your appearance." Zhang's eyes flashed. Seeing that the young wandering Taoist priest was approaching, she quickly straightened her clothes.
, "Sir, do you want to stay in a hotel? It's already dark. If you go to the county town, it will probably be midnight. Our Zhangjia Inn is a century-old hotel in nearby villages and towns. It is genuine and affordable."
The young Taoist priest wearing a green robe looked around, frowned slightly, and then stepped inside: "Let's just stay for one night. I'll give the poor Taoist four white-flour steamed buns and a pot of tea."
Mrs. Zhang secretly cursed in her heart: "You are so awesome, you can only afford tea and steamed buns, and you dare to despise my inn. If you have to avoid the limelight, I want to taste your tender skin and tender meat tonight!"
Even though she was scolding her in her heart, Mrs. Zhang still had a charming smile on her face and walked into the shop with the Taoist priest in green clothes. She wiped the table a few times and said, "Sir, please take a seat. The steamed buns and tea will be here soon."
The young Taoist priest in green nodded, took the package on his back, put it on a bench, and sat down next to it.
The package was placed on the bench, which actually made the bench sink slightly. When Mrs. Zhang saw this, her eyes could not help but condense, showing a bit of heat. On the pretext of urging steamed buns and tea, she quickly walked to the back and entered the courtyard, turning in.
kitchen.
"The boss, the boss! It's the big fat sheep!" Ms. Zhang tried her best to lower her voice, but she couldn't hide the eagerness in her tone.
The kitchen was in a mess, with flies flying everywhere, especially on the meat fan hanging in the corner, emitting a strong smell of blood.
Zhang Yuan waved the rag on his hand to drive the flies away. The appearance of the flesh was vaguely visible, as if it was a **-year-old child whose legs and hands were removed, leaving less than half of his body: "Big fat sheep? Madam, can you see it?"
Are you careful?" He was also a little excited.
"The weight pressed on the bench, even if I haven't seen a hundred, is still eighty. There is definitely a bag of gold inside!" Mrs. Zhang affirmed, patting her trembling chest.
Zhang Yuan rushed out of the kitchen, glanced secretly behind the door curtain, then turned around, greedy: "Such a big package, I'm afraid it costs hundreds of taels of gold! It's better than us working hard for more than ten years!"
"Master, do it? Or not?!" Zhang's voice was trembling, implying a lot of worry, but more of it was excitement.
Zhang Yuan smiled ferociously: "It's already dark and no one is aware of the ghost, so what are we afraid of? Besides, after doing this, even if you escape far away from home, you will still be rich and have no worries!" As he said this, he walked back to the kitchen, "Then
Where can I use the remaining sweat medicine?"
"No, here." Mrs. Zhang pulled out a palm-sized yellow paper bag from the rice vat and handed it over, "I have been sheltered from the limelight during this period, and there is still a lot left."
Zhang Yuan took it and poured the fine white powder into the tea. Then he shook it vigorously and saw that it was completely melted without any traces. Then he picked up the steamed buns and handed them to Zhang: "Hurry and give it to that person."
Little Taoist."
Mrs. Zhang smiled brightly and seductively. She walked up to the young Taoist priest in Qingyi and said in a coquettish voice: "Sir, here are your four steamed buns and a pot of tea."
The Taoist priest in green glanced at her lightly: "Put it down, don't bother me."
After putting down the steamed buns and tea, Mrs. Zhang returned behind the door curtain with her teeth itching with hatred: "Is this Taoist priest blind? You can see it later!"
Then, the two of them hid behind the door curtain, quietly opened a crack, and watched the Taoist priest in green eating and drinking.
"Why are you just eating steamed buns and not drinking water?!" Ms. Zhang was anxious about waiting and could not help but complain in a low voice.
"Okay, okay, okay, let's drink the tea!" Zhang Yuan finally saw the young wandering Taoist pour a cup and drink it in one gulp, with joy in his voice.
Mrs. Zhang kept chanting: "Down! Down! Down!" But after waiting for a while, the Taoist priest in green was still eating the steamed buns in high spirits. She looked at Zhang Yuan anxiously and doubtfully: "Master, why hasn't the Mongolian sweat medicine happened yet?"
effect?"
Zhang Yuan's murderous intention became more and more intense, so he waited more and more impatiently. After hearing Zhang's question, he cursed in a low voice in anger: "You prodigal woman, is it possible that the Mongolian sweat medicine you bought is fake?"
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"I used it once half a month ago. Wasn't it very effective?" Mrs. Zhang felt extremely aggrieved. She usually scolded Zhang Yuan herself, but she never got scolded by him.
Zhang Yuan glanced outside: "Bring out another pot of tea with some spices, and say that today is the 100th anniversary of the opening of our Zhangjia Inn, so we specially give you a pot of tea."
After taking the Haomeng sweat medicine again, Zhang became suspicious and planned to test the effect of the medicine, so she took a sip.
"How is it? Is it useful?" Zhang Yuan asked eagerly.
Ms. Zhang felt dizzy and quickly drank two mouthfuls of cold water before recovering; "Okay, surprisingly good!"
"Perhaps that little Taoist priest has a special physique." Zhang Yuan guessed.
After Mrs. Zhang delivered the pot of tea and returned, the two of them continued to hide behind the door curtain and peek.
But half a quarter of an hour later, the Taoist priest in green didn't feel any dizziness. Instead, he took out a Taoist scripture from his arms and started to read it while shaking his head.
"Will we meet a master?" Ms. Zhang's heart pounded.
Zhang Yuan shook his head and affirmed: "I can be considered a second-rate person. Although I can't beat those masters, I can still recognize them. Look at the little Taoist priest, who is fair and tender. He is not very old. He doesn't show any kung fu when he walks. It should be just
An ordinary person. Besides, if he were a master, he would have discovered Menghan Medicine and come to settle accounts with us."
Driven by greed, they love 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 gloominess in the coldness.
Mr. Zhang has done countless evil things. Although he seems not to care about it, deep down in his heart, there is always a softness. Every time he hears stories about ghosts, he gets scared.
She was blown by the gloomy cool breeze and saw that the night was completely dark. She also saw the monk in green outside drinking two pots of Menghan tea but calmly eating steamed buns and reading scriptures. She spontaneously had some terrifying thoughts that frightened her, and said in a trembling voice.
: "Dang, the head of the household, do you think there will be ghosts coming to take revenge?"
Zhang Yuan had not thought of this incident at first, but when his wife reminded him, he couldn't help but feel terrified and tried to calm down: "Look at the shadow under his feet, it's definitely not an evil ghost!"
"But it's always weird. Why don't we just forget about this deal?" Zhang suggested timidly.
Zhang Yuan hesitated for a moment, and was about to agree, when he suddenly saw the green-robed Taoist priest outside swaying, suddenly tilting to the side, knocking the package to the ground, making a crisp sound, revealing a gap, and shining with golden light.
Breathing heavily and his greed intensifying, Zhang Yuan's murderous intention almost reached its highest point. He gritted his teeth and said: "Taoist ghosts are most afraid of people with extremely evil and murderous auras. It doesn't matter if the Taoist priest is not a ghost. If he is a ghost, I will let him
Come or go!"
Picking up the axe, Zhang Yuan opened the door curtain and strode out, with Mrs. Zhang cautiously following behind.
The young Taoist priest in green clothes was lying on the table. Zhang Yuan quickly came up behind him, swung the ax with a murderous intention, and chopped off the head of the young Taoist priest with one stroke.
As the ax was swung, both Zhang Yuan and Zhang slumped to the ground as if their strength had been drained.
The two of them thought that they were too nervous and exerted too much energy to react like this. They looked at each other and smiled, relieved that the Taoist priest was not an evil ghost!
Mrs. Zhang stretched out her hand and opened the package.
But at this moment, a gust of wind blew through, whirling around, blowing out the oil lamp. The inside of the inn immediately became dark and eerie. However, after the package was opened, no gold was revealed, but instead a
A pile of white paper money.
Zhang Yuan, Mrs. Zhang's face was pale, cold sweat was falling like rain, and her heart was beating loudly, as if it was about to jump out of her chest.
There was another sound coming from the side. The two of them were stunned and looked over subconsciously. They saw the headless corpse of the young Taoist priest in green, groping for the head, and then placed it on the neck. After playing with it a few times, it clicked and recovered.
the original condition.
The young Taoist priest in Tsing Yi looked at the two of them, with an expression on his face that seemed to be a smile but not a smile.
Zhang Yuan, Mrs. Zhang wanted to make a sound, but it was so tight in her chest that she made a squeaking sound, urine, tears, and snot all came out. She fell to the ground and was actually scared to death!
Shi Xuan played with the scarlet man's murderous intent in his palm. Sure enough, the stronger the murderous intent, the better.