Outside a restaurant, three Taoist boys looked eagerly at the old Taoist priest.
These three Taoist boys were all identical in appearance, height, and voice, as if they were three brothers from the same mother.
Triplets were rare, and people passing by on the roadside couldn't help but take a few more glances.
"No!"
The old Taoist priest shook his head and said, "When we are hungry, we go to beg for alms. We must not enter restaurants."
After that, he took the three brothers and left abruptly from the door of the restaurant.
When I left, the aroma of wine and meat wafted from the door and window, and my stomach growled louder.
After a while, the four masters and apprentices sat under the willow tree by the river, wrapped a ball of cold rice in lotus leaves, covered their heads and ate.
"Master, why are you so frugal? Don't we have money?"
The old Taoist priest had a goatee and looked quite shrewd. He shook his head after hearing this.
"This is Xiejiazhuang. If you want to live longer, you can't touch money."
He sighed and said to the three brothers, "Your master, I have been wandering around the world for so many years. Although I have no knowledge or skills, I have accumulated some skills."
"The true cultivation of magic is naturally not related to me, but the gods and ghosts are quite familiar with it."
"Weird things have happened frequently in Xiejiazhuang recently, do you know?"
The three brothers shook their heads. They followed their master and passed by Xiejiazhuang. They just wanted to stop and fill their stomachs, but they had no intention of asking about the local strange news.
"I want to hear it!"
A young Taoist priest next to him came over, smiled and handed over to the old Taoist priest, "Fellow Taoist, you are polite."
When the old Taoist priest saw that he was a fellow Taoist, he immediately became wary.
"what is your job?"
Wang Fu, a young Taoist priest, smiled and said, "It's just about telling fortunes and making a living."
The old Taoist priest breathed a sigh of relief. He was a Feng Shui expert. There was no business conflict between us and we could chat.
"What are you doing here in Xiejiazhuang? It's not peaceful here lately."
"Uh, passing by."
Wang Fu handed over a handful of dry food and said, "Fellow Taoist, please continue."
The old Taoist priest stroked his beard and said slowly, "Have you ever heard of Qian Qian?"
I've heard of "working for a tiger", but I've never heard of "working for a tiger".
Wang Fu shook his head, and sure enough, the three disciples of the old Taoist priest also shook their heads.
"According to legend, there were bandits who were proficient in black magic. After robbing a large amount of money, they would put it into earthen jars and wooden boxes and bury it on the ground to hide it."
"However, in order to prevent others from finding him, he will use an evil method."
"Before burying the money, you will find a person to sacrifice as a living sacrifice, and use all kinds of methods to torture him, so that he will be filled with resentment and will die in peace."
"The gangsters will force the person to be sacrificed alive. After death, they will turn into evil ghosts. They will also protect the money from being taken away by outsiders. They will give them a happy life only after they agree."
"After the death of the person who was sacrificed alive, over time, he turned into a money man, mixed with the money buried in the ground, and became indistinguishable from each other."
"Over time, these money will become the essence of money. Anyone who touches it with his own hands will be haunted by evil spirits and die in peace."
The old Taoist priest spoke vividly, and the triplets of Taoist boys also shouted loudly.
"The old man is saying that the 'life-demanding money ghost' who is causing trouble in Xiejiazhuang is the money man?"
"That's right!"
The old Taoist priest stroked his beard and nodded, "Before I came here, I heard that there were ghosts in Xiejiazhuang who were wreaking havoc with the help of money and claiming people's lives everywhere."
"There are hundreds of ghosts and monsters among the people, and the only ones who meet the requirements are money minions."
Money?
This was the first time Wang Fu heard it, and he subconsciously took out a pen and paper to record it. There was nothing he could do, it was a sequelae of the school.
"You idiots should learn from this!"
The old Taoist priest's eyes turned red with envy, and he quickly scolded the three disciples.
However, Wang Fu always felt in his heart that money might not be the cause.
According to the old Taoist priest, Qian Yi is a ghost that possesses gold and silver jewelry and spreads everywhere through people's greed.
According to Yun Yangguang's information, the so-called 'life money' is not real money at all, but paper ingots. In other words, it is fake money.
"Fellow Taoist, I would like to advise you, don't touch money when you are in Xiejiazhuang."
After the old Taoist priest finished eating and drinking, he asked the three disciples to leave, and waved to Wang Fu before leaving.
"Farewell!"
Wang Fu responded politely and watched them leave.
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"You guys walk faster, there is a road boundary ahead, just take a few more steps to leave Xiejiazhuang."
It was getting dark, and it was about to fall into the night. The surroundings were still desolate, with no tiles to protect them from the wind and rain.
The old Taoist priest couldn't help but become anxious and scolded the triplets.
"Master, I haven't eaten enough and I'm hungry. I can't walk!"
The three brothers complained incessantly, obviously they were very dissatisfied with their master's excessive caution.
"A lazy ass grinds his hands and urinates a lot. If I wasn't worried that no one would offer incense during the Qingming Festival and Double Ninth Festival after my death, I wouldn't have accepted you idiots as my disciples."
The old Taoist priest moved his nose and smelled something wrong, and his eyes instantly became sharp.
The third of the triplets looked fearful and took a few steps back.
"Take things out of your sleeves."
Facing Master's stern gaze, Lao San muttered, "Master, is it really nothing?"
"Take it out, you will die."
The old Taoist priest's voice was fierce, and the last words were almost shouted out.
The third child was so frightened that he stretched out his hand from his cuffs. Unable to hold it, something yellow and orange fell to the ground.
It's an ingot of gold ingot.
When the old Taoist priest saw it, the world was spinning for a while. He had taken all precautions, but he still failed to take precautions!
"You beast, where did you get this gold? Don't hide it, otherwise you will kill me and your two brothers."
"I picked it up, I really picked it up."
The third child was so panicked that he finally realized that he might cause a huge disaster.
"How many times has Master told you not to touch money of unknown origin in the wild, as it is very likely to be life-threatening money!"
There are often vicious ghosts who use money as an inducement to ask for life. If you pick up the money they drop, it is equivalent to signing a contract and selling your life to them. This is the origin of money asking for life.
"I just told you the story of the money man, have you forgotten it?"
The third child argued confidently, "Master, you picked it up before you told me."
The old Taoist priest was so angry that he took out a torn piece of paper from his arms, which was filled with densely packed runes. He cut out a hole in the center, which happened to be enough to see through with his eyes.
This is his only real ability, the ability to detect ghosts.
He has no cultivation and cannot open his eyes, but he can use this treasure to see the whereabouts of ghosts.
The next moment, the old Taoist priest put his eyes to the paper hole and froze immediately.
The wilderness that seemed to contain only four masters and disciples just now turned into five silhouettes from Pokong's perspective.
At some point, a dark shadow appeared behind them.
Black shadows were scattered behind the triplets, with wisps of black mist lingering. They slowly raised their heads towards the old Taoist priest, condensing into a... grimace that looked like a smile but not a smile.
"ah!"
Several rapid screams rang out in the wilderness, and then there was no more sound.
The wind suddenly picked up, and rolled up the torn paper, along with the gold ingots on the ground. The light instantly dissipated, turning into ingots tied with gold lacquer paper, and went with the wind, disappearing without a trace in an instant.