I kill ghosts and gods with martial arts

Chapter 35 Snacks
The prosperity of Yushan is ten times that of Nantang.

The most intuitive manifestation is that there are a lot of snack vendors. These vendors with smiles on their faces and shouting to attract customers rely on the prosperity of the local area. People have a lot of spare money in their pockets. They can rely on the morning and afternoon. After researching and developing snacks, they catch gluttons and earn a lot of money.

These snack vendors, working hard, can not only make a living, but also have a monthly balance.

overflowing prosperity.

Let the people in Zhuxia's good place, as long as they are willing to work hard, they can always gain something.

The purple pine road that Wu Mourning was passing through was not too big or too small, and it was bustling and noisy. It was one of the famous snack streets in the area. To the left was connected to all kinds of offices in Yushan.

"Charcoal-grilled pepper cakes, freshly baked charcoal-grilled pepper cakes, come here."

"Stir-fried snails, no sand and no disease, delicious!"

"Fish noodles, fish noodles, spicy red oil fish noodles."

"Sell~~meat dumplings!"

"Thousand-layer finger cakes are soft, glutinous and sweet, and each layer is thinner than paper. If you don't believe me, buy a piece and tear it open."

Grab a pie?
The familiar words brought back the memories of his previous life, Wu Mourn stopped for a while, and was immediately spotted by the sharp-eyed hawkers. With the reflexes comparable to first-class fighters, these hawkers waved at Wu Mourn and showed off their signature snacks.

They are all food vendors on the same street, so it is inevitable that there will be some rolls. After all, at noon, the gluttons who are aroused will only have a small meal, and they will wait for dinner without eating too much.

Wu Mourn locked on a simple and honest man who was making pancakes, and took care of his business today.

"Give me a piece of cake, add eggs, green onions, meat cubes and lettuce, add more meat cubes, don't make it spicy."

"Okay, sir, wait a moment, I'll be on it right away."

This hand-cooked cake looks really good, and the signboard is very stylish with a photo, so that people can know the color of the baked cake at a glance.

They dare not say that the packaging pictures are for reference only.

Otherwise, two bad-tempered customers from the nearby martial arts gym will see that your picture is wrong, and they will smash the stall by raising their hands.

"Street owner, do you often set up a stall on this street?" Wu Mourn's nose twitched. Compared with the hand pancakes in his previous life, the fragrance seemed to be weaker, but it was more intense.

"Oh, guest officer, you can just call me Lao Huang, how can I bear the title of stall owner." Lao Huang in the pancake smiled warmly. "I do often set up a stall in Yusong. The location here is good and there are many customers."

"Old Huang, I heard that the city god here is very spiritual, and I want to pay homage to him for a smooth future. You set up a stall here, did you hear that the incense sticks are really spiritual?" Wu Mour touched a piece of minced meat Throw it in your mouth and chew.

It is pork with a particularly fragrant meaty taste.

"Guest officer, if you want to ask this, you are asking the right person, let me tell you..."

When it comes to Chenghuang, Lao Huang's chatterbox has been completely opened up, his hands are turning over cakes non-stop, and his mouth is as eloquent as Zhu Xia's Wuhou-style machine gun.

Yushan City God is Xianyou Bo, the City God of Simin.

The enshrinement is a civil servant who died praying for rain for the people, called Zuo You, so the locals in Yushan are used to calling him Master Zuo.This old master Zuo keeps burning incense, and it is said that he has appeared several times after the establishment of the temple, but there has never been a time like a month ago when the civil and military judges of the Town God's Temple stepped down from the god's throne to appear so holy.

Lao Huang happened to be selling cakes at the Chenghuang Temple.

Seeing a strong wind suddenly blowing up in the temple, there was constant noise and panic, and a black-faced and a white-faced figure floated out of the temple, scaring him so much that he couldn't even hold the cake and threw it on the ground.

The cake happened to be passed by a black-faced figure.

When the wind stopped, the frightened Lao Huang went to pick up the cakes, but found that the cakes were rotten and moldy.

It was only later that Lao Huang found out that the black-faced one was Wu Ping, and the white-faced one was Wen Ping. Someone offended the magistrate, so Master Zuo let them out, punished the man, and blocked his nose, ears and mouth. A demented and deaf fool.Those present were so excited that they were beaten to death by those fools.

Lao Huang said with joy, as if he regretted not being able to participate at that time.

This is to say that when the head and eyes are excited, they cough again and again.

After Wu Mourn heard what happened in the Town God's Temple, he was at a loss for words for a while, took his cake and left the stall amidst Lao Huang's enthusiastic farewell sound.After walking a few steps, he let go of his clenched fist, lowered his head and let out an undetectable sigh.

'No wonder you're so cloudy. '

'Beating to death...'

'What an apparition. '

Concentrating the five senses and concentrating the mind, looking at the City God in Wu Mour's field of vision, one can see the ominous cold yin energy rising continuously under the sunlight, and finally being dissolved and dispersed by the sunlight.

What made Wu Mourn feel chills down his spine the most was that he saw a very straightforward thing in the Yin Qi.

people!
Human taste, human resentment, human resentment, human hatred, human fear, human limbs wriggling and distorted, human beings pulling deformed facial features, these things that belong to human beings are stripped of their skin and bones along with their vitality and yang energy. come out.

The pain and despair of human beings made the originally magnificent Town God's Temple look extremely dark, but the wide-open temple gate is full of pilgrims.

Nobody cares about this?

Wu Mourning had already gone to many Taoist temples in the afternoon, but he hadn't seen any capable real Arhats, and there were quite a few people bluffing and deceiving.Unexpectedly, this Town God's Temple gave him an unexpected surprise.

The plan to visit the Chenghuang Temple was cancelled.

Wu Mourning turned around decisively and left this place.

If you compare Yushan to a game map, Huifeng Martial Arts Hall is a temporary safe spot, and this Town God's Temple is a copy.

The strength of those yin qi varies.

But there are many.

Assuming a cloud of Yin Qi and a head of ghosts, Wu Mourn thinks that he, who is still a second-rate warrior, will end up being eaten by all the ghosts when he rushes to kill demons and slay demons.

So start with a wave of heart.

Try fishing to kill Heiwuchang and then continue fishing.

As long as he can snowball, he can say anything.

Just when Wu Mourn turned around and started walking, there was a noise from the snack street. A convoy squeezed in from the intersection. The bodyguards who opened the way were unceremoniously shooing away the hawkers. The store door was jammed, and even the unlucky ones were beaten in the face by these uniformly dressed guards.

Open the way, disperse the idlers, and close the road.

These vicious guards turned their heads and entered the convoy. They immediately bowed their heads in admiration.

But no one dared to disobey what they did, and no one thought it was wrong.

The reason is very simple. This luxury convoy with many clouds, water, and cranes engraved on its body is a convoy of aristocratic families, and the local dignitaries of aristocratic families have always traveled like this.

Wu Mourning has not yet dissipated the perception he has condensed.

He saw the car in the middle of the convoy...

A round of qi and blood rose into the sky like smoke!Hot!ferocious!overbearing!The martial artist's contempt meant that the rage was undisguised!

This is beyond the realm of first-rate warriors!

(End of this chapter)