Start with the humble bridegroom

Chapter 34
Zhang Zhe glanced at Sanqi first.

Sanqi hesitated and said nothing, obviously knowing what was going on there, and probably something happened against Zhang Zhe's family.

Zhang Zhe put his hands behind his back, and took the lead to detour there from another path. Sanqi wanted to pull but didn't dare.

An old wooden table with peeling paint, the ginger cloth is covered with strange symbols, covering the entire table.

Eighteen yellow talismans written in cinnabar handwriting were neatly pasted on the edge of the table, seven strange incense sticks were inserted in the incense burner, and candles were lit on two copper-plated lamp holders.

In addition, bells, tokens, swords, talisman papers, and cinnabar are all available. Three white porcelain bowls filled with unknown water are placed in the middle, and fruits and vegetables are provided in front of the water bowls.

An old Taoist priest with white hair and long beard was dancing and muttering.

"Wow, the god of the East has heard it, please come down and listen to me; ah, the god of the west, please come down and help me!" The old man looked very strong, his movements were like flowing water, and the antelope's horns did not touch the slightest Deliberately.

Behind the old Taoist priest, the first person was the patriarch of the Zhang family, followed by a large group of people surnamed Zhang watching the excitement.

There was also a woman who took the child to kowtow to the old Taoist priest, saying that she would be able to get a bowl of talisman water for the child to drink later.

The old Taoist suddenly became silent, closed his eyes and began to chant.All the villagers behind the old Taoist held their breath for a moment, looking at the back of the old Taoist with reverent and awe-inspiring eyes.

"Hey!" The old Taoist suddenly opened his eyes, and yelled at Zhang's small courtyard, "It really is a ghost that harms people! Seeing that I am here, I have not yet shown my original shape!"

Hearing the old Taoist say that there are really ghosts here, the villagers were all bluffed, only the old patriarch had a weird expression.

The old Taoist picked up a yellow talisman casually, shook it towards the small courtyard, then picked up the sword and threaded the yellow paper, he took a mouthful of talisman water from a bowl and pointed at the talisman paper on the sword Spray away.

The old patriarch who was actually the operator behind the scenes also turned pale with fright, because after the yellow paper was sprayed with talisman water, a red figure clearly appeared!

The old Taoist changed color slightly: "What a domineering ghost, look at my law of heaven and earth!"

The token drew several arcs in the air, and then pressed hard on the yellow paper.

"Squeak, squeak~!" There was a series of "ghost screams" from the yellow paper, scaring the old patriarch to sit on the ground, and half of the villagers behind him dispersed.

"How evil, how dare you resist!" The old Taoist chanted a mantra with his beard and hair, and then wrapped the yellow paper with another yellow paper. Once the sword was worn, he lit it on the candle.

Bursts of will-o'-the-wisp green light appeared on the burning talisman paper, frightening the people behind them, their legs went limp, and they shouted, "Tianshi help!"

"Has this ghost been removed?" someone asked the old Taoist behind him.

The old Taoist looked at the small courtyard with a heavy expression, and shook his head: "With a certain ability, it is only temporarily suppressed. This is the first ghost in Taowan since the millennium. If you can't invite Sifang Fumotian to come down, it won't take two or three The sun is bound to break free and murder the lives of the Manchurians!"

"Dare to ask, how can I invite the general to come down to earth?"

The old Taoist thought that what this person said was exactly what he wanted in his heart. He pointed to the small courtyard and said loudly to the people behind him: "Everyone, don't panic, all you need is a piece of sincerity and filial piety from all the villagers! The method of inviting saints in today's gatha will definitely invite a general to come down to earth and accept this ghost!"

"I just don't know how much appearance fee the Heavenly General needs to deal with this ghost?"

The old Taoist was taken aback, "Appearance fee"?
At this time, he also noticed that the movement behind him was a little too quiet.

As soon as the old Taoist turned his head, he saw that almost none of the hundreds of villagers behind him had run away, only the old patriarchs were so frightened that they were paralyzed and unable to get up.

And the person talking to him was clearly a handsome scholar.

The old Taoist had never seen this scholar before, but he also heard that the grandson of the old patriarch was at this age and was still studying in a nearby private school, so he might be the young man in front of him.

"This kind of ghost is too fierce. The general I invite must be someone who has been enshrining cigarettes for thousands of years in my view. A hundred catties of brass is indispensable!"

The young man smiled slightly: "One catty of brass is about a hundred copper coins, so this is 100 taels of silver?"

The old Taoist sighed softly: "Forget it, I suffered a bit from the view, 100 taels is 100 taels! The people's livelihood is miserable, and I and other monks really can't see it. This time I lost a little bit, but it was just a few months of simple food in the view. , is also my practice."

"No!" The young scholar shook his hand lightly, "This price is not suitable."

The old Taoist was startled, it was the first time he had seen someone bargaining for such things.Every time they didn't watch his spellcasting, the villagers were too frightened to give the offering obediently or in addition.

The old Taoist took a peek at the old patriarch. The old man was lying on the ground with his mouth slanted, his eyes staring blankly at his "grandson". He might have been frightened by his spell just now, so he might sell a bowl of talisman water and In his house, the mosquitoes are not big but they are still meat anyway.

Unexpectedly, the young scholar said with a smile: "100 taels is not good, the Daoist is too bad, I think 150 taels is very good! Daoist, what do you think?"

The old Taoist breathed a sigh of relief, and thought to himself: Well, seeing that you are so sensible, your grandfather originally charged half a tael for that bowl of water, and I will give you an ex-factory price later, one hundred Wen.

"So, okay?" The old Taoist looked at the patriarch with a slanted mouth and slanted eyes with a questioning look, but the old man was speechless at this time, and just desperately pointed his chin at the young scholar.

The old Taoist understood and listened to the young scholar.

It's a comfortable business!The old Taoist brought a bowl of talisman water to the young man, and gave it to his "grandfather" to eat.

But the young scholar lowered his voice: "The Taoist earns so much, how about sharing the account with a certain four or six?"

Hehe, the old Taoist sneered in his heart, so that's it!This dark-hearted scholar actually planned to take kickbacks.

"How can you talk so nonsense about catching ghosts and exorcising evil spirits?"

But the young scholar took the talisman water from the old Taoist priest's hand, and said in a low voice, "When this talisman water is sprayed on yellow paper, little ghosts will appear? But why does this smell a smell of earth salt?"

The old Taoist's beard trembled uncontrollably.

The young man grabbed a piece of yellow paper on his desk and sniffed it: "We call the stuff on this paper starch. What do you call it?"

The old Taoist immediately widened his eyes.

The young scholar pointed to another stack of yellow paper: "The old Taoist is the most courageous, this phosphor powder that glows green when it encounters fire, did you get it from the grave yourself, or did you ask your apprentice to go?"

"Of course it's the apprentice, uh," the old Taoist was careless for a moment, and almost slipped his mouth.He hastily pulled the young scholar: "It's impossible to break four or six, at most three or seven!"

Hearing the old Taoist's counter-offer, the young scholar seemed a little embarrassed.

"Actually, what I really think about is [-]." The young scholar was a little embarrassed.

"Hehe, the young master has fooled the old man, of course it is possible on the [-]th!"

When the young scholar saw that the kickback had agreed, he pointed to the table curiously and asked, "Where did the mouse hide? I couldn't find it for a while."

When the old Taoist heard him ask this, he lowered his voice triumphantly: "The secret technique of Guanzhong is not passed on to outsiders."

"150 taels, divided into 120 to [-] taels, the young master collects the silver taels, and only needs to give the old man [-] taels."

"The Daoist was joking, the 120-[-] share that someone said is that someone gets the [-] taels."

The old Taoist was so angry that he let out a low voice: "Why?"

The young scholar withdrew his smile, pointed to the small courtyard in front of him and said, "It's just because I happen to live there!"

The old Taoist looked anxious, packed his props indiscriminately, and hurried out of the village.

A few villagers who had been hiding here for a long time rushed forward to meet them.

"Master, what's the matter?"

"Someone just made a mistake. It's not a ghost. It turns out that another fellow Taoist lives here in seclusion! Hahahaha, farewell, farewell!" The old Taoist ran into the dark night with a hahahaha.

As soon as the villagers heard that there was no ghost, they encouraged each other to find the patriarch.

Just in time to see Zhang Zhe standing in front of the table with his hands behind his back, a round of moonlight shining from behind him, he is really not like a mortal.

Several people rushed to help the patriarch up, and some people commented in a low voice: "The Taoist said that Erlang is also a master of cultivation? How did the patriarch become like this?"

A few people looked at each other tacitly, and they all guessed that the patriarch hated Zhang Erlang, so he became like this because of the spell cast by the other party.

Zhang Zhe was only two feet away from them, and he was still at a disadvantage, so he listened to their arguments.Feeling anxious for a moment, he took out a thumb-sized spotlight on a keychain from his sleeve, and pressed the switch on those people.

A dazzling white light flashed, and Zhang Zhe shouted coldly in the darkness: "Eat me with a palm thunder!"

A few villagers threw the old patriarch into the haystack by the side of the road, and ran away with a yell.

(End of this chapter)