Zhou Yi lowered his head and stared at the leaves in his hand.
It is different from the round leaves of the two elm money trees in the courtyard, which are as round as coins.
This leaf is particularly long and narrow, and its petals are sharp, like pointed toes extending in all directions, like withered yellow animal claws.
A picture emerged in his mind:
The moonlight swept across the mountains and rivers, and at the entrance of the Wangcai Village, which hid all the filth and filth, there were corpses lying everywhere and next to the blood-stained stream, there stood a large locust tree over eight feet tall, round and winding, with lush branches and leaves.
At first glance, the large locust tree looks no different from other old trees, except that it lives longer.
But that night Zhou Yi visited Wangcai Village and stroked the branches under the tree at the entrance of the village for a long time.
The keen perception brought about by smoking green cigarettes made Zhou Yi faintly discover the difference of this old tree.
Later, the old locust tree's "voice transmission" made Zhou Yi realize that the locust tree had actually become a spirit for a long time, but its way of becoming a spirit was somewhat unique.
In other words, this old locust tree is too low-key and conservative, too stubborn and too cowardly.
Even Shaotou, who was born with a sinister nature, didn't know that the old locust tree outside Wangcai Village had become a spirit.
It wasn't until Zhou Yi killed the big demon Gui Che and obtained the bones of Ye Ma that he understood the cause and effect of all this——
...The old locust tree is inextricably linked to the pregnancy of Ye Ma Fu Gu.
…
"Master, that locust tree has been in our village for a long time. According to my damn old man, my grandfather often played under the old locust tree when he was a child. The old locust tree at that time was already thick and long..."
"It's still very hard." Xiangzhu added expressionlessly.
Xiao Wuzuo was stunned: "Yes, Sister Xiangzhu has touched her."
Xiangzhu smiled: "Your master Yichen has also touched it."
Zhou Yi glared at Xiangzhu who wanted to lead the young man into evil, and then asked Chen Chi: "Aside from being thicker and harder, is there anything unusual about this old locust tree?"
"This... seems to be gone."
Suddenly, Chen Chi remembered something.
"Oh, yes, there is a strange thing... I remember my mother said that one night when I was about a month old, there was a sudden strong wind in the village, and there was lightning and thunder.
Someone saw a gray shadow standing next to the locust tree, seeming to want to leave, but was smashed into pieces by thunder falling from the sky.
The next day, I saw that all the leaves of the old locust tree had fallen off, and its branches were charred and black, as if it was dead.
The villagers wanted to use the branches as firewood, but they were as hard as iron and they couldn't chop them down, so they had to give up.
Who would have thought that less than half a year later, the old locust tree would sprout new buds and leaves."
Zhou Yi twisted the leaf stems with his fingers: "This is indeed a strange thing."
Chen Chi curiously asked: "Master, why do you have locust leaves in your hand? Did you go to the village again recently?"
Zhou Yi shook his head slightly, turned around with a smile, and walked towards the back room.
"Chen Chi, study hard. If you don't understand something, ask Song County Magistrate. Anyway, you used to go to his house often... Try to become the first scholar in the Tang Dynasty as soon as possible."
"Ah...Teacher, Master."
Chen Chi's face turned red, but he clenched his fists subconsciously.
I originally thought that Master Yichen wanted me to read more books so that I could become a scholar in a few decades, which would be regarded as smoke rising from the graves of my ancestors.
Unexpectedly, Master Yichen actually asked him to take the Jinshi examination?
I? Chen Chi? A lowly scholar who has just been studying for a few days?
Did you hear that right?
The monk's lazy voice came from the back room.
"By the way, this locust tree leaf floated here by itself. If a leaf can float so far, there is nothing impossible in this world."
Hearing this, both Chen Chi and Xiangzhu were stunned.
Although Wangcai Village is located near the outside of the county, it would take more than half an hour to enter the county seat even with an ox cart.
Not to mention this small courtyard located further away in the south of the county.
It would be amazing if this leaf could really fly from dozens of miles away!
…
Xiangzhu shouted that she was going to make bilo for her husband to eat.
But as the most powerless "delicate" maid in Xu Mansion, she usually acts like a vase with her head held high and her chest raised, and rarely works, let alone the kitchen.
It took two full days and I didn't even make half a biloba.
At the critical moment, it was the fairy silver that had been provided by Qingchun Tower that worked.
Only thanks to the free takeaway provided by the restaurant, the three of them did not go hungry.
In the dead of night, in front of the cold kitchen stove.
"We must successfully make a complete Piro tonight!"
Xiangzhu rolled up her sleeves, revealing her tender arms like lotus root, and vowed.
Familiar footsteps sounded.
"Sir...why aren't you sleeping yet?"
Xiangzhu quickly adjusted her makeup, then turned around, revealing a charming smile that she thought was charming.
It’s time to launch the bed-warming attack clarion call again!
Zhou Yi said calmly: "I was about to fall asleep, but you woke me up. Who are you trying to scare with your dark face and bared teeth?"
Xiangzhu's smile gradually stiffened, and she looked down at her hands covered in pot ashes, thinking about her dark face at the moment, and the corners of her eyes twitched slightly.
"That's it, little monk will teach you how to do it."
Zhou Yi sighed softly, then glanced sideways, as if thinking deeply.
Xiangzhu's face was immediately full of admiration, and she clasped her hands together: "Wow, sir, can you still do Piro?"
Apart from me, Xiangzhu, who else can find such a handsome monk who can work in restaurants and kitchens?
Zhou Yi stared at his side for a long time before slowly speaking:
"Biluo is a kind of flour snack wrapped with stuffing, popular in all parts of the north and south of China.
Well... its dough is actually not difficult to make, it is roughly similar to steamed cakes and baked naan.
Therefore, it is divided into steamed biloba and grilled biloba.
Yes...it is difficult to choose the stuffing. Large families mainly use meat stuffing, lamb liver, crab roe, and sometimes fruits, such as cherries.
...Of course, we only make sopira. The taste is divided into sweet and salty...Xiangzhu, do you like sweet or salty?"
Xiangzhu covered his face with his sleeves, and the corners of his lips were slightly raised... Needless to say, sweet Xiangzhu naturally likes sweetness! It's strange how the monk can even do Biro...
"Sir, I..."
Before she could say anything, the monk was already talking on his own.
The corners of Xiangzhu's eyes twitched again.
But it wasn't long before she noticed something was wrong.
Every time the monk said something, he would pause, and his eyes would fall to the other side intentionally or unintentionally, as if he was observing the person next to him.
But next to him, apart from the stove, there was only the dark night outside the window lattice.
The cold autumn night wind blew silently into Xiangzhu's pink neck.
She listened intently, her face gradually turning pale.
The sound of the wind was vaguely mixed with the whispers and whispers of ghosts.