The old Taoist priest looked down with a puzzled expression. When he saw those eight characters, he was obviously stunned. Then he instantly understood the meaning of Hua Weiluo's subtle look just now. His old face suddenly became
red.
"This... who added these words to the poor Taoist!??" The old Taoist priest held the "Monster Book" in his hands with trembling hands, and his beard almost stood up with anger.
"Senior brother, what's wrong??" Several senior uncles standing beside him all leaned over and looked at the book in his hand.
"This..." Several uncles looked at each other with confused expressions.
"Brother, don't be anxious. Think carefully about whose hands this book was last time?" An uncle comforted the old Taoist priest.
"Zhi Shan! Come here!" The old Taoist priest stroked his beard and waved towards Zhi Shan.
"Master..." Zhishan stood tall and walked to the side of the court with great dignity, stood there, clasped his hands in fists, and shouted respectfully towards the old Taoist priest.
"Master, I'm asking you, this is the last time for you to read the "Monster Manual", but you read it?" the old Taoist priest asked him, blowing his beard and glaring at him.
"Yes." Zhishan's answer was concise and concise.
"Have you ever lent it to others to read??" The old Taoist priest was angry, but he understood the virtue of perfection, and with his character, he would never write such words in the book.
"I lent it to Xiaodouzi in the town at the foot of the mountain a few days ago." Zhishan thought for a while and replied respectfully.
"...Little Douzi?? That seven-year-old naughty boy?" The old Taoist priest was quite impressed by this name. When his parents came to the Taoist temple to ask him to come down the mountain to eliminate the demon for Little Douzi, when he arrived, the child was foaming at the mouth.
, kept rolling his eyes, twitching all over, and kept talking nonsense. He was startled when he first saw it, wondering what kind of monster was so powerful, but when he took a closer look, he couldn't feel any monster.
Later I found out that he was pretending to be possessed by an evil spirit to scare his parents. Little Douzi was only three years old at the time and was already so naughty.
Year after year, day after day, Xiaodouzi tried every means to trick him into going down the mountain. After a long time, the old Taoist priest helplessly said to his parents: "Everyone in this town can be possessed by evil spirits, but he can't."
Yes, with his naughty temper, monsters will stay three feet away from him when they see him!"
So later on, if anything happened to Xiaodouzi, he would let Zhishan go down the mountain.
"No wonder, it's time for him to learn to read and write..." The old Taoist priest stroked his beard with a headache, threw the "Monster Book" in his hand into Zhishan's hand, and said helplessly: "That's all, that little ancestor, I
I get a headache when I see it, just go and deal with these words. Really, how unbecoming it is!!"
Zhishan lowered his head slightly, his eyes as bright as stars glanced at the eight characters on the inside page, and a trace of blush appeared on his fair cheeks. Then he turned to look at the flowers sitting on the old banyan tree before they fell. She
He was looking at himself with a curious and gossipy expression.
"Yes, disciple, let's go now!" Zhishan lowered his head, saluted the old Taoist priest, and then turned around to leave.
"Wait a minute." The old Taoist priest called out to him.
"Master, what else do you have to say??"
"On paper, I feel that your senior sister has had enough rest these days. Tomorrow you will take her down the mountain and walk around the town. If there is anyone who needs to slay demons, you can take her to see her.
