What kind of monster is the blood demon and why it sucks blood? There are always different opinions in the outside world.
But with the appearance of the blood demon, everyone gradually discovered a pattern. The blood demon will only appear in summer and autumn, and will disappear without a trace in winter. Moreover, it does not appear every year, and often appears only after several years.
It will appear again, and no one knows what it is doing during this time.
Therefore, the blockade of villages and towns will end in late autumn at most. By that time, even if the blood demon is not solved, it will leave on its own.
The next time the blood demon appears will be several years later, and it doesn't matter where it appears, and there will be a long period of calm.
Wang Xu is still young, not even a child, has no culture, has no chips to participate in the game, and can't do much.
Because there is a blood demon outside, he has been confined to his home. Even Mrs. Wang, who loves him very much, no longer allows him to run around.
Time passed day by day, and rumors of being attacked by blood monsters appeared every day. In just three days, Jiuquan Town seemed to be isolated. There were no more merchants coming from the north or south, and it was as if leaving the town was like seeking death.
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Affected by this, the prices of grain, oil, vegetables, and meat fluctuated, especially meat. Without the supplement from the countryside, the price really changed every day. Even Wang Xu felt the influence of the blood demon from the dinner table.
On the fourth day, a team of police officers came outside, saying they were sent by the county.
These detectives walked around the town, posted two notices, and then left. They bluntly said that the county could not spare any manpower, so everyone had to endure it, and the blood demon would leave on its own in late autumn.
Regarding this, everyone dared to be angry but dare not speak out. It would be easy to put it bluntly. If the autumn harvest is delayed, many people will starve to death in winter.
In the blink of an eye, another three days have passed, and a week has passed. The autumn harvest is getting closer and closer, and the town has begun to become panicky.
Someone suggested that since the blood demons don't know how to clone themselves, they might as well agree on a date and go out to the town together to collect food. Even if the blood demons don't know how to do it, they can't kill them all.
And just when everyone was eager to try and have a fight with the blood demon, the invited experts finally arrived.
"Amitabha, Poor Monk Jinshan Mansion, Jinshan Temple, and Monk Mo Yan are here to help you all."
Two monks came, an old one and a young one. The old monk looked to be in his seventies and had psoriasis on his head, which made people's scalp numb.
He is a young monk, only eight or nine years old. He is eccentric and very cute in his white monk clothes. People can't help but want to pinch his face.
"Why did you invite a monk?" Seeing that the person invited was a monk, some people showed disgust.
Confucianism has been respected only for millions of years. Confucianism and literati are orthodox, while Buddhism and Taoism are just heresy.
In the minds of the people, the first thing that comes to mind when something goes wrong is the Confucian scholars, and the Buddhist and Taoist families can only be considered as the top priority.
"We have no choice but to ask Liao Juren from the county. Liao Juren said it would cost two thousand taels before he would go there. If he wrote a poem to suppress the demon, he would have to pay more! This great monk is a senior monk from Jinshan Temple. He once suppressed the fourth-level snake demon.
, is comparable to a Confucian scholar at the Jinshi level, but he only has one thousand taels to make sesame oil, how would you choose instead?"
After hearing the answer, everyone looked at each other.
The third-level monster corresponds to the Juren, and the fourth-level monster corresponds to the Jinshi.
The monk's cultivation is comparable to that of the magistrate of Liyang County, but he only accepts money from ordinary people. You can't get along with money.
"Buddhist!"
Wang Xu glanced at the leprosy-headed monk. This man was surrounded by bursts of Buddha's light. He looked simple, but he was actually a very capable fourth-level master.
Moreover, while walking or lying down, he kept holding the magic weapon in his left hand, obviously practicing some kind of magical power.
It's a pity that the culture of this world naturally restrains all laws, whether it's Taoism, magic, or Buddhism, all must be restrained.
Although the leprosy-headed monk is good, in a fight with the Liyang County Magistrate, all his magical powers and secrets will be neutralized. In just a few moves, thousands of years of practice will be wasted.
This is also the reason why Confucian scholars who live less than a hundred years are orthodox in the Confucian world and outweigh the Buddhist and Taoist schools.
Practicing hard for a thousand years is not as good as taking the Jinshi exam in ten years, and where can I go to explain things?
"Amitabha, the poor monk came here just for the blood demon. If it doesn't come out, the poor monk will have a fight with it. Please don't worry, all the donors." The scarlet-headed monk saw everyone's concerns and took care of him.
opened his mouth and said.
The third elder took the initiative and asked the man to have a fast meal and rest for a night before going to look for the blood demon, but the man refused.
The leper-headed monk was also impatient, so he only settled the young monk in the town and then left alone with the golden bowl.
"Little monk, what's your name?" After the scabby monk left, Wang Xu took the initiative to find the young monk.
The young monk was dressed in white monk robes, carrying a bamboo basket handed to him by the master, and replied: "Young monk Fahai of Jinshan Temple has met the donor."
"Fahai!" Wang Xulu was stunned for a moment and looked at Fahai up and down. What was the relationship between this cute little monk who was about the same age as him and Fahai in the Legend of White Snake?
What a coincidence, if the little monk is really the Fahai of Jinshan Temple, wouldn't there be green snakes and white snakes in this world, as well as the heavy-tasting Xu Xian?
"How did your master arrange for you?" Wang Xu became interested in him when he heard that the young monk's name was Fahai.
Little monk Fahai scratched his head and replied: "Master asked me to go to the town to find an inn to stay. He didn't say anything else."
"Don't go to the inn. It costs 24 cents to stay in an inn for a day, which is enough to buy a bag of steamed buns. Besides, how can a monk spend money to stay in an inn? Of course he has to ask for alms. Why don't you come and stay at my house? I won't charge you.
With your money, you can give lectures to my mother, so you can save some money and bring it back to the temple to buy sesame oil for the Buddha. Do you think it’s okay?”
"this"
Facing Wang Xu's invitation, the young monk was a little moved, but hesitant and asked: "Can you make the decision?"
"sure!"
Wang Xu answered decisively. The young monk thought about it carefully. It would be good to save some money, so he agreed with hesitation.
There was no reaction from people around Wang Xu's invitation.
In their view, the leprous monk is just a wandering monk who pays money to do things for him and then leaves after the things are done, and has no interaction with anyone in the future.
The young monk's apprentice could live in the Wang family, which not only showed their sincerity, but also saved them from having to worry about the young monk, killing two birds with one stone.
At Wang Xu's invitation, the young monk was taken back.
Looking at the servants guarding the door and the deep courtyard of the mansion, the young monk was a little surprised: "This is your home, your home is really big!"
"It's not as big as Jinshan Temple, right?" Wang Xu replied subconsciously.
"It's bigger than Jinshan Temple. There are only two people in Jinshan Temple, me and my master. Master and I travel all over the world and don't necessarily go back once a year. I almost forgot what Jinshan Temple looks like."
Fahai answered seriously, looking around with envy.
Wang Xu was wrong when he heard it. The Jinshan Temple in the Legend of White Snake was also a large temple that occupied an entire island and had over a thousand monks. It could not be so small.
Could it be that I really thought wrong? The Fahai in front of me just has the same name and has nothing to do with the Fahai in the Legend of White Snake.
Or maybe Jinshan Temple became famous later and is still not well-known at the moment, so it is not as majestic as in the Legend of White Snake.
It is really possible. The leprous monk's cultivation level is not low. With such a Buddhist and Taoist master sitting in charge, Jinshan Temple should not be in decline.
In addition, over the years, the leper-headed monk has traveled all over the country, conquered demons, and obtained a lot of sesame oil money. I am afraid that when he returns to Jinshan Temple this time, it is time to start building a temple.
"Mother, I'm back. This is my new friend. His master has gone to subdue the blood demon, so let him stay at home first." Back home, Wang Xu took the little monk and found him playing with flowers and plants.
Mrs. Wang.
Mrs. Wang put down what she was holding and looked at Fahai up and down. The handsome little Fahai became more and more attractive the more she looked at him: "Little master, have you eaten yet? I'll tell the servants to prepare some vegetarian food for you."
"The little monk is not hungry"
Fahai replied shyly. Before he could finish speaking, his stomach growled.
When he heard his stomach growling, Fahai's face instantly turned red and he chanted repeatedly: "Amitabha, Amitabha"
Seeing Fahai's bewildered expression, Wang Xu couldn't help but snicker secretly. If the little monk Fahai in front of him was really Fahai of Jinshan Temple in The Legend of White Snake, this world would be more interesting than he thought.