In the morning, people are already coming and going on the streets. The morning market has been set up early, and the tempting fragrance wafts from the stalls selling breakfast.
A little Taoist priest stood in front of the bun shop, yawned and said to the waiter: "Bring me two buns."
"Okay, little Taoist priest, is it still stuffed with soy sauce?" The waiter obviously knew the little Taoist priest and asked familiarly.
"Yes." The little Taoist priest nodded. He carried a mahogany sword on his back and a Bagua mirror hanging on his waist. His hair was tied up casually with cloth strips. The light blue coarse cloth on his body was already a bit shabby.
Tai Chi Dao Tu could barely tell that this was a Taoist robe. He looked about eighteen or nineteen years old and had an ordinary appearance. He only had those clear and lively eyes, which added to his overall appearance, and his slightly dark skin.
very energetic.
This little Taoist priest, named Yan Zhengya, is the only Taoist priest in the only Taoist temple within a hundred miles. In this world, many demons are rampant, so naturally there are demon exterminators. The little Taoist priest has learned the master's true teachings and is a
Exorcist.
Yan Zhengya took out a few coins and handed them over, then took the bun and started to nibble. As soon as he finished chewing a bun, there were rapid footsteps and heart-rending shouts behind him.
"Little Taoist Priest! I've had such a hard time finding you." An affectionate voice suddenly sounded behind Yan Zhengya, almost making him drop the bun in his hand.
"Speak carefully." Yan Zhengya has a headache. In fact, as the only demon exterminator in more than 20 nearby villages and towns, his business is still good. However, he often encounters some strange customers and makes some strange requests.
Let him look up to the sky without words. He now has an ominous premonition.
"Ah, little Taoist priest, my master asked you to catch a weasel demon." The speaker stood firm in front of Yan Zhengya and said with a serious face, "The matter is very serious. This weasel demon is very cruel. Please
Be sure to catch it."
"Oh?" Yan Zhengya frowned, "Why are you so cruel?"
"This ferocious weasel demon came to steal my master's wine. Forget it, when he came into the room, he farted in front of him and made him vomit. I told you to catch this one
Weasel demon. Then, let it fart for you to smell, so that you can get revenge." The person who spoke had no intention of joking at all, and was extremely solemn.
"Oh, farewell." There was a black line on Yan Zhengya's forehead. His premonition came true. He met such a strange customer again and made such a strange request. After saying this, Yan Zhengya turned around and left.
"Master said, ten taels of silver!" came a voice.
Yan Zhengya stopped, walked back, and stood in front of the man, with a righteous look on his face: "Expelling demons is to do justice for heaven! It is the duty of our demon exterminators! Let's go, take me to the crime scene first.
Look, let me identify the evil spirit first, and I will definitely catch this evil spirit with my own hands and give an explanation to your master."
"Okay, Mr. Xiaodao, come with me." The speaker happily led the way.
Ten taels of silver! Yan Zhengya was thinking about it as he walked. There is a leak in the main hall of the Taoist temple, so I need to buy materials to repair it. Autumn is coming to an end, so I need to buy cotton-padded clothes for winter. There is not much rice in the rice jar.
It's time to buy rice. After buying these, there should be more than half of the ten taels of silver left.