Great Sui Storyteller

Chapter 218 217. Not a Taoist Priest, but an Evil Ghost
Along the way, he was worried that he had nowhere to tell a story.

And now this yard...

If nothing else, just say that the environment doesn't look bad.

First of all, it is built on a soil slope, about a dozen steps away from the flat ground.

Secondly, the door is very wide. Although the width is not as exaggerated as that of the nobles, but just by looking at the door, you can tell that the area inside should be quite large.

And only 100 taels?

100 taels can buy a suite in Beijing?

Li Zhen was moved.

Although the best place for storytelling is in teahouses and restaurants, the problem is that objective conditions do not allow it.

Too noisy.

And storytelling can’t be said in such a place?

The answer is yes.

His Chunyou Club is in the form of a small theater.

Pay per person.

Although there is no reward...but you sell tickets.

One ticket per person.

If the business can be done, it is much better than watching the sky to eat.

His Chunyou Club also cooperated with teahouses in the early days, and later he came out to do it alone.

Although Li Zhen doesn't know how many people can fit in it...and the 100 tael investment actually looks stupid.

But the problem is that the two star bottles in my body are now empty.

100 two.

Buy a new protector.

Is it worth it?
The answer doesn't matter at all.

As for the so-called haunted house... what kind of international joke are you making?
Pindao is a Taoist priest.

That Piao Piao met Piao Piao, maybe he was more afraid than Piao Piao when Piao Piao met Piao Piao.

I'm talking.

Anyway... I am also at ease!

The more you ponder, the more excited you become.

After thinking about it, he turned his head and stepped up the steps.

Let's see if the environment is suitable or not.

And as soon as he climbed the steps, the fat man noticed him.

Seeing that he was a Taoist priest, although he was not dressed in shabby clothes, he didn't have much money, so he waved his hands in distaste:

"Go and go, I'm just getting annoyed if I want to go to another place for alms."

Li Zhenyile:
"Fusheng Wuliang Tianzun, this layman Xu, does not want to ask for alms, but intends to take a look at this house."

"What the hell. Are you buying it?"

The fat man's face was full of disgust.

But Li Zhen nodded:
"If it's suitable, why can't I buy it?"

"……Um?"

Fatty suddenly froze...

He looked at Li Zhen again... now he saw something.

This Taoist...

Really poor.

He was so poor that maybe it was just this one piece of clothing, and the sleeves were full of dirty ink stains, so he couldn't bear to wash it.

Probably unwashed clothes.

Well, you stinky Taoist priest, are you entertaining your grandfather?
The annoyance generated by the duck that had just landed in his mouth flew away made him want to grab the collar of the Taoist priest who came to him instantly, but he missed it.

The next moment, Li Zhen's figure appeared at the gate of the house.

"Oh?"

There was a sound with a bit of surprise.

Then he strode in.

Fatty Xu was taken aback...

His face suddenly changed.

Could it be that... a cultivator?
He thought for a while, and was about to chase after him...but his footsteps stopped suddenly.

Subconsciously glanced at the sky.

The setting sun is out.

It's almost... dark.

He hesitated.

But when he thought that the other party might really want to buy it, he simply gritted his teeth and chased after him.

The face also became hotter:
"Daozhang, oops... Daozhang, wait for me, wait for me~"

……

The house is indeed not small.

Although it looks dilapidated, it can be vaguely seen that someone should have taken care of it recently.

Considering the conversation between the two just now, Li Zhen reckoned that Fatty Xu should have done it.

The whole courtyard has the style of the Wei and Jin Dynasties.

There is no luxurious decoration, on the contrary, the largest building in this place is a hall with a frame structure.

There are three steps on the east side of the hall, above which is a platform.

Then, except for the pillars, the entire hall was not covered in the slightest.

Li Zhenguang took a look, and in his eyes, a group of romantic people from the Wei and Jin Dynasties came here, one person at a table, drinking and laughing.

And I want to come to the platform on the steps should be the place where the owner's house puts the table?
Suitable.

Just right.

A gleam of satisfaction flashed in his eyes.

Then went straight through the hall to the backyard.

Huh.

There is also this small pool in the backyard.

The water is now frozen.

There is also a rockery.

Next to the rockery are the wing rooms on both sides.

It's just that the door is locked tightly, and nothing can be seen.

But that's the case, Li Zhen already thinks it's okay.

One of the side rooms on both sides is cleared out, and it can be used as a bedroom.Usually storytelling is done in the lobby.

If the lobby is loosely arranged, twenty tables are no problem.

A table is calculated as seating 6 people.

If it's full, that's 120 people.

Not counting tea and snacks, just talking about Maori, if the ticket price is set at 10 cents, a book is at least one or two cents.

Two games a day.

It doesn't matter whether you get back the money or not.

As long as the number of people is full and a new guardian is summoned, then the 100 taels will not be a loss.

What's more...the Chunyou Club in the previous life had more than just ticket money.

Melon seed tea is also an added item.

All of a sudden, all kinds of past life experience flooded into his heart, making his heart become hot.

this yard...

you can!

Then next...

He turned his head to look at Fatty Xu who came in from the door, with a warm smile on his face.

"Fusheng Wuliang Tianzun, Master Xu, why is this place called a ghost house?"

"..."

The corner of Fatty Xu's mouth twitched...

But if the other party doesn't know, then forget it, but now that you've asked all the questions, you must say it.

So he waved his hand:
"Master Daoist, that's just rumors spread by outsiders. I just asked someone to clean up this house two days ago, and I also invited Master Gao Gong from Longmen Mountain to do a ritual to exorcise evil spirits from the town house. How could it be a ghost house? ~"

"What happened before that?"

Li Zhen was not fooled at all, and continued to question.

The fat man hesitated for a moment and said:

"This house... has died before. After the founding of the Great Sui Dynasty, a whole house of Wei and Jin survivors took poison collectively in order to be loyal to Emperor Jing of the Northern Zhou Dynasty. It's just that people died. Don't worry, Taoist priest, I have asked people to pass through it long ago. ... What's more, the Taoist priest himself is also a Taoist priest, right? Don't be afraid."

Li Zhenxin said that if this place is really as simple as I told you, if it's just a "haunted house", then it won't make the old man go away.

But he didn't break it either.

If this house is very famous, then you can definitely find out if you go to other places to inquire.

And now...

Looking at the fat man, the smile on his face became more and more kind:

"How much are you going to sell?"

"100 taels."

Fatty Xu quoted the price.

Then I saw the Taoist smiling even more happily.

I muttered in my heart, is it possible that this person really bought it?
Are you mad?
Buy this haunted mansion?

But just as he was thinking this way, he suddenly saw the Taoist stretch out five fingers, his eyes full of compassion.

The most fucking nonsense words in the world came out of his mouth:

"Buy it, 50 taels. You pay the transfer fee."

"..."

At this moment, the setting sun is setting.

Fatty Xu saw a ghost that ate bones and sucked marrow alive.

(End of this chapter)