Parasitic Cultivation: Start Bound to Mimic System

Chapter 59 The suffering of mortals, the beginning of the game (for further reading)
On the third day after the incident in Lai'an County, Daoist Chilian from Dongxuan Mansion came to Shuntian Mansion again!
And he's only here for one thing!
Tianlinggen Zhao Yunlong's death!
……

On this day, Feng Ping opened the door of the blacksmith's shop, instead of picking up the hammer and starting to strike iron as usual.

Instead, he sat alone on the threshold, watching the people coming and going on Zhenghua Street.

As for the reason, it was all because of the news that Zhang Mazi brought back at dusk yesterday.

The real Chilian is here.

Caishikou is dead.

The one who died was Yan Yunquan, the deacon of Dengxiang Pavilion. It is said that after his sea of ​​Qi was dug out, he was beaten into Chi Lian's sword in public, and was finally refined by a magic weapon.

The innocent people in Caishikou also died.

It is said that in the evening yesterday, nearly a hundred pedestrians turned into a puddle of blood, condensed into countless blood snakes, and disappeared from people's sight.

It is said that the magistrate also turned a blind eye to this matter. He did not raise any objections, and he never even made a letter to the capital.

After hearing the news, Feng Ping didn't sleep a wink all night, and even the drawing of talismans and practice were put on hold.

He knew that the world of cultivating immortals was a world where people cannibalize people. In just a few months, Feng Ping had personally killed more than two people.

However, humans are not animals after all.

Zhenghua Street is full of people, although it is only one street away from Caishikou, but there is no atmosphere of fear or sadness.

Feng Ping stood up, patted the dust behind him, and walked along the street to the tailor shop next door.

After coming here for a long time, he has not lost Aunt Zhang, Aunt Zhang, and he came here this time just to see her reaction.

"Aunt Zhang, did you hear about what happened at Caishikou yesterday?"

As soon as Feng Ping opened his mouth, Zhang Cuifen's face turned pale instantly.

She quickly put down the scissors in her hand, pulled him into the house.

"It's not fun to say that!"

"Why? But the monk killed someone."

"Kill it, kill it, what else?"

Feng Ping could clearly feel the sadness in the other party's tone, but these words seemed so cold-blooded.

"Aunt Zhang, aren't you afraid?"

"Afraid! Why aren't you afraid? But again..." Zhang Cuifen swallowed half of her words.

She didn't dare to say any more!

"They! They! And they!" Feng Ping pointed at the casual passers-by on the street, and asked, "Aren't you afraid?"

"Hey, why aren't you afraid? You don't dare to be afraid." Aunt Zhang seemed to feel the other person's thoughts, sighed deeply, and continued:
"It's okay for us to do our own thing safely, and under normal circumstances, monks will not kill us at will.

But once any dissatisfaction or resentment is shown, the monk killing us is no different from killing chickens. "

Feng Ping looked at the elderly woman who was over fifty years old in front of him, sighed deeply, and then left the tailor shop.

He knew the answer, but wanted to hear it from someone else, or from the general population.

Only in this way can we strengthen our hearts!
Only then can the next decision be made!

Feng Ping returned to the blacksmith's shop, picked up the hammer again and started forging.

In the evening, Zhang Mazi came and brought back a carriage.

"Master Feng, what do you need to clean up?"

"No need." Feng Ping put down the hammer, turned around and entered the room.

He picked up the cloth bag and walked straight into the carriage without saying anything to Zhang Mazi.

Seeing this, Zhang Mazi didn't understand why, but he also knew whether he should ask more questions. He sat in front of the carriage, gave the driver a wink, and set off towards the house in the west direction of the city.

The place he found was not far away, and it took about an hour to arrive.

After getting off the car, Zhang Mazi paid the driver a hundred and ten Wen, then opened the curtain and called Feng Ping to come out.

"arrive?"

"arrive!"

After getting off the car, Feng Ping glanced at the house the other party had found for him.

A wealthy family.

The three-meter-high lacquered mahogany door has a pair of stone lions on both sides, and the identity of the original owner is unusual.

open the door.

Rockery, pool water, a few plants of heather.

Although the courtyards in the north are not elegant enough, it is not easy to have these.

"Master Feng, this is your bedroom."

Zhang Mazi closed the door and led Feng Ping into the opposite room.

Eight Immortals table, lacquered wooden stool, Nanmu table, Taishi chair.

The same is readily available.

Almost everything imaginable is included.

"How much money did it cost?"

"Not much, not much, a total of 40 taels of silver a year, except for bedding and clothing, everything else is rented."

Zhang Mazi had already guessed Feng Ping's thoughts.

This young master's temper is very strange, some Yin Zihua's eyes did not blink, while others were very tight.

"not bad."

"Master Feng, why don't you rest and change your clothes first?"

"What's the matter?" Feng Ping walked from the living room to the bedroom, put down the package in his hand, and asked.

"Today, Dianli Chen is going there." Zhang Mazi said seriously, his expression changed.

Feng Ping turned around and sat on the bed.

He shook his head, "You go today, remember to do what I say, it's not time for me to show up."

"understand!"

"If there are special circumstances, remember to report to me at any time."

"Master Feng, don't worry, I can still handle this trivial matter."

"That's good, is the money enough?" Feng Ping asked casually.

"Enough, enough."

"Well, then you go."

"Subordinates retire."

After Zhang Mazi left, Feng Ping walked around the house twice.

He returned to the house and took out a series of unsightly things such as exercises, spells, letters, tokens, yellow paper, porcelain bottles, etc. from the package.

Then hid in the kitchen next door.

When it got dark, I took out the yellow paper and started drawing symbols...

"It's time to find a way to get a snow wolf back!"

……

Zhang Mazi trotted all the way to "Zhishangquan".

Chang Wei was very impressed with this housekeeper.

After all, I have been here for four consecutive days, and each time I have to spend seven or eight taels of silver!

"Brother Zhang, are you here again? Huang Yingying is not here, she went with an important guest." Chang Wei greeted him with a smile.

This person in front of him is the gold master!

Zhang Mazi nodded, took the other party's fat arm and walked into the corner.

"Boss, I need your help with something."

"But it doesn't matter! What are you doing so mysteriously?" Chang Wei said with a straight face and feigned anger.

"It's like this, my young master paid for Chen Dianli's expenses today? What do you think?"

Chang Wei looked at Zhang Mazi with wide eyes, puzzled, "He didn't come alone, there were other merchants."

"Count it together and count it together."

"Let me tell you, that's not a small sum, it can't be paid without two or thirty taels of silver!"

Without saying a word, Zhang Mazi took out three silver ingots from his pocket and stuffed them into the shopkeeper's hand, "Is it enough? I still have more. You must not accept their silver."

"Your young master wants to climb the high branch of Chen Dianli? Why didn't he invite him in person?" Chang Wei was still a little puzzled.

"No, shopkeeper Chang, if Chen Dianli asks about it later, just say that you don't know us either!"

As he said that, Zhang Mazi took out another ingot of silver!
(End of this chapter)