A gust of black wind blew, and the smoke dissipated, revealing an old man wearing a small round hat and a three-part mustache.
The little old man was dressed in black and was skinny. When he saw the mouse corpse in Yan Shi's hand, he cried loudly: "Honey, you died so miserably!"
The old man cried twice, looked at Yan Shi with a fierce look in his eyes, and yelled: "I will fight with you!"
"Old man, I didn't mean it. I didn't know you were such monsters!" Yan Shi argued with the little old man while defending.
Although the little old man can transform into a human being, his cultivation level is not high and he doesn't look much better than ordinary people.
After arguing for a while, Yan Shiyi pushed him, and the little old man stumbled back a few steps, bumped his head on the stone steps at the door, opened his mouth, and made no move.
"Old man, old man?"
Looking at the little old man who turned into a mouse, Yan Shi's expression changed and he murmured, "Dead!"
"Grandpa, grandpa!"
Several fat boys threw themselves on the rat spirit and howled loudly, crying: "Dad, it's bad, grandpa was beaten to death too!"
Wang Xu: ""
Woo woo woo
A gust of evil wind blew, and another lean man with a panicked look on his face came over.
Just when Yan Shi was about to speak, Wang Xu, who had been sitting on the altar, moved and raised his hand with a palm.
boom!!
Pale white palm prints flew out and stamped firmly on the lean man's chest, knocking him out of the mountain temple and falling to the ground into a puddle of pus.
"What kind of mess has stirred up a rat's nest?"
Wang Xu used three more palms to beat several little mice to death. Then he glanced at the shocked Yan Shi and said: "The revenge for killing my father must be avenged. Since Liang Zi has formed a knot, there can only be
No one will be spared if he kills the wrong person."
"I"
Yan Shi wanted to say something, but when the words came to his lips, he couldn't speak. They turned into a sigh: "Hey"
Light a fire, grill, and have a delicious meal.
During the whole process, Yan Shi seemed very silent, but Wang Xu didn't take it to heart at all. He ate and drank when he should, and stopped after eating a whole roast chicken and half a rabbit.
After having enough wine and food, it was almost time to go on the road.
He glanced at Yan Shi, who was a little dull, and walked out, asking, "Why, are you unhappy?"
Yan Shi was speechless and could only smile bitterly in return.
Wang Xu got on his horse and laughed loudly and said: "Heaven has brought all things to the world, but there is nothing in return for heaven. Gods, immortals, Buddhas, humans, demons, devils, ghosts, monsters, all can be killed!"
"Drive!" Wang Xu rode away and said loudly: "If you can't figure it out, stop thinking about it. The more you think about it, the softer your hand holding the sword becomes. Look forward and backward, and go home and embroider!"
Yan Shi looked at Wang Xu's back as he rode away, his eyes gradually became firm, and he said loudly: "Sir, wait for me!"
Fuzhou City
As one of the thirty-six states in the world, Fuzhou City, the provincial capital of Fuzhou, is certainly not a desolate place.
A canal passes through the city, dividing Fuzhou City into two cities, north and south.
Luxuries, boats, passenger boats, and fishing boats are all dotted on the Fuzhou River. In the evening, the lights on the river are brightly lit, and young girls in cool clothes are wearing them. They are all very polite and call everyone they meet.
Riding a tall horse, Wang Xu rode across the Furong Bridge.
Before people reached the bridge, the sound of reading loudly hit them. Looking up, it turned out that there was an academy on the other side of the bridge. Many scholars aged seventeen or eighteen were studying the Book of Songs with a teacher in white.
After crossing the bridge, you will see a night market street, which mainly sells late-night snacks.
Wontons, sesame seed cakes, soy milk, glutinous rice balls, noodles, claypot rice, all kinds are available.
On the Fuzhou River, porters who had been working on loading and unloading all day sat in groups of twos and threes in front of a wonton stall, asking for a bowl of wontons and two sesame seed pancakes, chatting happily with each other about who made more money today.
As they were being welcomed and sent off, some respectable people waving folding fans or scholars in robes avoided the small stalls where these rude people went, and then turned around and went straight to the brothel.
vulgar, vulgar.
Ya, daya.
A street seems to be divided into two worlds. Listen carefully, the sounds of reading, shouting, calling guests, arguing, laughing and cursing, all the sounds of three religions and nine streams can be heard.
To sum it up in one word: "Elegance and vulgarity are both appreciated."
"Sir, it's so lively here!" Yan Shi walked in front to lead Wang Xu's horse. Looking at Fuzhou City, which was filled with flowers, he felt like he was being dazzled.
Wang Xu nodded slightly, no matter how chaotic the situation below was, the town was under the control of the imperial court.
Fuzhou City is the capital of a state. Unless there is a change of dynasty or a natural disaster, it will be difficult to shake the prosperity here.
Even monsters and ghosts avoid this kind of place. When you enter, you have to act like a monster with your tail between your legs, otherwise you will never survive.
"Amitabha, the poor monks are going to give porridge outside the city. If it's convenient, please make good friends."
An old monk walked towards him, holding a gray bowl in his hand, wearing patchwork patches on his body, and leading six young disciples. He smiled at everyone he saw.
If you have money handy, just give him three to five cents. If you don't want to give it, just wave your hand and the old monk won't bother you.
Soon, the old monk led his apprentice and walked up to Wang Xu.
Seeing Wang Xu riding a tall horse and Yan Shi, who was suspected to be a servant, responsible for leading the horse, the old monk quickly said: "Amitabha, poor monk."
"Someone fell into the water, someone fell into the water!"
Before the old monk finished speaking, suddenly there was a noise from the crowd, and it sounded like someone had fallen into the water.
"Master, someone fell into the water!" The young apprentice pulled the old monk's robe, pointed to the front and whispered.
As soon as the old monk grabbed the gray bowl, he no longer asked Wang Xu for alms, and kept saying: "Go and save people quickly."
Wang Xu looked back and found that the place where he fell into the water was right next to the academy.
On the second floor of the academy, many scholars crowded together and shouted something. It sounded like the person who fell into the water was their classmate.
"Let's go take a look too." Wang Xu got off his horse and came up with Yan Shi.
When I arrived at the river, I saw that the scholar who fell into the water had been rescued, and the old monk was treating him.
"Cough cough, cough cough cough"
After spitting a few times, the scholar slowly woke up and looked around weakly.
The old monk checked his pulse and said in a solemn voice: "Scholar, why are you so confused?"
"No, I was studying upstairs. Suddenly I heard someone calling me. I took the probe and took a look, and I was pulled down." The scholar was frightened and his face looked very pale.
When the old monk heard this, he frowned slightly and looked at the location of the academy.
The academy is on the second floor. Looking up from here, it is at least four meters high from the window.
How could someone pull him down from such a high position, unless the person who pulled him was not a human being at all.
After gently sniffing his nose, the old monk looked around. Because the academy was next to the Fuzhou River, the smell of water was very strong, so even after sniffing, he didn't notice anything wrong.
"Master, how are you?" The young disciples gathered around and asked the old monk.
The old monk shook his head slightly, took out a peace talisman from his arms, and said, "Donor, keep this peace talisman. Try not to go out in the past few days, and don't go near water."
"Master, have I encountered something dirty?" The scholar himself was frightened, and he became even more frightened when he saw the old monk's actions.
The old monk hesitated slightly and said softly: "It's hard to say. If you encounter something strange, you can come to me at Qingjing Temple in the north of the city. Monk Mo Yun is the host of Qingjing Temple, a poor monk."
"It's actually Zen Master Mo Yun. It's amazing. I heard that Zen Master Mo Yun was born in Xiangguo Temple and is a famous eminent monk."
"I know Qingjing Temple. I heard that the incense is very effective. I must go and pay my respects when I have time."
People around were talking a lot. Wang Xu hid among the crowd, looking at Monk Baiyun who was neither sad nor happy, and thought to himself: "Zen Master Moyun, from the Xiangguo Temple lineage!"
The thought flashed past, and Wang Xu looked at the fallen scholar again, feeling that today's affairs were not over yet.