"Sir, sir!" You said, sir, but he glanced down through his glasses. He didn't see Cao An reaching out his hand, nor did he see a few coins lined up or piled up on the table. The younger brother was so interested. Suddenly I dropped a few points.
"Brother, do you know how to get to Baicao Zhai? Where is it located?" Cao An doesn't know much about this. Although on TV, we often see people in the world handing out a couple of silver coins, and the younger brother answers questions with a smile, but Cao An knows, If you do this, you may lose friendship with yourself for two hours.
The waiter wasn't that enthusiastic, but he answered Cao An's questions and was very professional.
"You are looking for Wu Pharmacist, right? Baicao Zhai is not in our county, but in Ding'an County. It is separated by four counties from here. You still have to travel almost half of Cangzhou."
Cao An was not in a hurry, nodded and thanked the waiter.
From his words, Cao An could also tell that this martial arts master was indeed somewhat famous. Everyone who walked into a small inn in the first city of Cangzhou recognized him, so there must be many people going back and forth to look for this martial arts master.
He knew clearly in his heart that if he lowered his head to cook, if he didn't hurry up, he would be severely swept away. He seemed to have put all his unhappiness on the matter of cooking, so that the matter of eating made him look awe-inspiring and ghostly. A very close look.
"None of these bull-nosed people are good, and their hearts should be black." A few angry people walked into the door of the inn, without deliberately suppressing the sound of the conversation, so that Cao An heard it while eating, and his movements There was a pause.
Fortunately, I reacted in time and looked over with the corner of my eye instead of talking about myself.
They were two young monks, wearing monk robes, holding long sticks, and a light yellow package slung across their chests. Looking at their momentum, they thought they were Erjing monks. Cao Anxin said: "Little bald donkey."
"Yes, it's just that he stayed for two nights and had a few fast meals. He actually dared to ask for 5 taels of silver from us. He thought they were looking at the Baoyue Tower."
It seems that these two young monks must have been cheated just now. They got 5 taels of silver in two days, which is indeed a scam.
The monk was not afraid of meat, so the two of them called the boy over and ordered several big dishes, some of which Cao An wanted to order but was glared at by Shen Shen. They even ordered a jar of flower carvings.
The monk is really rich.
He felt that the Taoist temple was in the right place. The two of them did not dare to challenge them even after suffering a loss. He thought that the Taoist temple was quite powerful.
"It's two fair-weather monks again." The voice came from the second floor. Judging from the tone, the owner should be a young woman.
"Who is talking behind your back? Stand up!" Without thinking, these words directly aroused the anger of the two monks. They immediately slapped the table and stood up with sticks.
"Isn't what my aunt said right?" The woman also had a fierce personality. When she raised her eyebrows and looked down, she saw that both parties were aggressive and refused to give in to each other.
When Cao An saw it, he realized that trouble was coming from his mouth.
There are two Taoist priests at the table upstairs, one old and one young. The man looks about forty years old, but may actually be older. The woman looks about seventeen or eighteen years old, with a bit of childishness on her face.
I guess it was the arrogant words the two monks made when they first came in that made them angry.
"Who am I talking about? It turns out to be a calf nose." The two monks looked at the middle-aged Taoist priest with some fear. Their aura was a little weaker and they did not dare to speak randomly. They also gave up their thoughts of taking action and only targeted the little Taoist nun. .
"Humph, you dead thief is bald." Courtesy is reciprocated, and the little Taoist nun is not dishonest.
The store owner and the waiter all shrank behind the counter. Seeing that they could no longer fight with their hands and feet, they brought in small stools to watch the show in peace.
Anyone who runs an inn will experience these things. These warriors are already full of energy, and they are all bloody. Their achievements without any bloodiness are not much higher, and they often get into fights without being dealt with after a few words.
The monks and Taoists were not able to deal with each other, and they were already somewhat dissatisfied with each other, so they started a war of words. The two sides exchanged words with each other, and soon it escalated from personal attacks to belittling of their respective beliefs.
For example, "My Buddhist family has a Dharma assembly," my Taoist school has a big altar, "xxx on the xx list is a member of my Buddhist sect," "xxx on the xx list is a high-ranking practitioner in my Taoist sect," "My Buddhist sect is better than your Taoist sect," I
The Taoist sect is just better than your Buddhist sect.
The middle-aged Taoist priest Lao Shen was there and ignored him at all. He ate slowly and allowed the two parties to quarrel.
Probably both of them realized that it was pointless to continue arguing like this, so the little Taoist nun rolled her eyes.
"Anyone can brag. If you have the ability, let's compare it with the real thing!"
"This place is not spacious enough. Let's have a competition outside."
The little Taoist nun smiled slyly and said, "He is indeed a brainless idiot who only relies on his muscles to show off his evil deeds. Let's compete to find out what's different."
Cao An's expression became strange, as if the little Taoist nun was deliberately stirring up trouble and waiting for the two monks.
"You draw the line, and we two senior brothers will follow."
"You must have come here to accept the Feng family's commission. We will meet the Feng family in three days. By then it will be clear who is really practicing and who is pretending."
The two monks looked troubled and looked at the middle-aged Taoist behind the little Taoist nun. "You have elders from the sect around you, so you can do countless things."
"Anyway, there are still three days left. I will allow you to go back and bring reinforcements. The loser will kneel down and kowtow three times to the opponent."
The scolding battle ended inexplicably, and Cao An had finished his meal. The two went out to buy materials, and Cao An realized what they were competing against.
The Feng family is a well-known wealthy businessman in the county. A month ago, the concubine of the family leader Feng Jizu hanged herself from a beam and died in a tragic manner. Since then, one person in the Feng family would die every three to five days. If there were not some loyal guards to shock her,
The Feng family's servants were probably all gone. Feng Jizu, realizing something was wrong, spent a lot of money to hire many people, but the situation did not improve.
This time, through the county's reward policy, a reward was issued in the hope of recruiting capable people to solve the Feng family's predicament.
"It feels like a ghost is causing trouble."
If it were in the past, Cao An would have disbelieved it and sneered at it, but now that there are demons, isn't it normal for ghosts to appear? It seems to be more natural.
"Brother Cao, why don't we go take a look too? Forget the bounty, the main thing is that you need a handy weapon." He said with a heavy face and a red heart, but even under Cao An's direct gaze, he could still look calm.
, looked at him with a sincere face.
"Are you sure it's not the money that has moved your heart?"
"Brother Cao, there is absolutely no such thing!"
"Don't cause another trouble. If we want to make money, we can use other methods. Although warriors are full of vigor and spirit, and gods and ghosts can change things, it depends on what level of gods and ghosts they are. The Feng family's matter has not been solved until now. It is very difficult.
The extent is evident.”
After a heavy thought, he reluctantly closed the county's reward policy and looked away from the words of one hundred taels of gold.
This purchase of materials cost nearly forty taels of silver again. It was really because Cao An bought better this time. Low-level puppets were not of much help to him now. He wanted to start making fifth-level puppets.
Returning to the inn, closing the door, Cao An took out the materials and everything was ready. Images of level five puppets flashed through his mind, and finally settled on a bald head wearing a cassock.
He originally planned to make Sanren Ning Daoqi, a fifth-level puppet, but just now, he thought of the strange things of the Feng family, which made him feel anxious. He was not afraid of monsters or warriors, but only It's just that I have a deep fear of those invisible and intangible ghosts.
Thinking about it, I laughed at myself. I am probably one of the few Taoist priests who are afraid of ghosts, right?
'I should have consulted my fellow Taoists at Longhu Mountain about Shanzimen knowledge. I don't know if the ghosts in this world are the same kind as the ghosts I understand.' In the memory of the original body, there is no knowledge of this type. It is also so superficial that it can be called barren.
For more than ten years, I was either trying to find ways to please the girl who looked so much like my younger sister, or I was studying Yanshi skills in the hope of revenge.
Therefore, the original Ning Daoqi was rejected by him, and he needed a man who could bring a strong sense of security.
He picked it up with his index finger, and a flat knife fell into his hand. In front of him was a piece of century-old locust wood that was more than two inches high. Those black and white eyes reflected the texture of the locust wood, engraved in his heart.
After a long time, Cao An moved his hand while holding the flat knife. He moved like a sword. Every move was precise and smooth, without any unnecessary movements. It was as clean and neat as a precision instrument.
There was some kind of indescribable sanctity on his face. Soon, a section of locust tree was divided into hundreds of parts, but Cao An's hand still did not stop. The large and small parts were quickly moved in his hands. There is no need to measure at all when molding. Dzogchen's Yanshi technique allows him to control the error to a minimum just by feeling.
This is a test for Cao An's wrist and physical strength. He started working on it before nightfall. When the parts were formed, the sky was already turning white. To make a puppet, the processing of parts was only the most basic part. The next step was For a truly tough battle, he needs to draw inscriptions with cinnabar on the corresponding parts.
The more advanced the puppet, the more inscriptions need to be drawn. This step is somewhat similar to how a Taoist priest makes talismans. The puppet he wants to make now requires a total of 108 inscriptions to be drawn when broken down.
After looking at the sky outside, he stood up and walked to the heavy door.
"I'm taking a break for the time being. I may not have time in the past two days. If you have time, you can walk around and learn about various news in the county. I'm not here. You have to be careful and don't conflict with others easily. This person You should use the third-level puppet first, just in case you need it."
Shen Shen did not refuse, and took the puppet generously. He saw that it was an image of an evil monk. Buddhism has Vajra's glaring eyes. The Bodhisattva lowered his eyebrows and said, Shen Zhan felt that the puppet in front of him was the best portrayal of Vajra's glaring eyes. He used the independent posture of a golden rooster. Standing, raising and lowering his hands, each holding a golden wheel.
The monk's robes are billowing and his sleeves are fluttering.
Four words are engraved on the base: Jinlun Dharma King