I have a long pupil

Chapter 53 Jade Spirit Civet Cat

Old things can be born with time.

The flesh and blood creatures take form as humans, who are good at changing, and those who are proficient in magic are called demons.

The blood burst, the temperament is irritable, and the body changes to a huge size.

Those who give birth to spirituality from utensils are fine.

Among the twelve sects of Fang Xiangzong, "Multiple Stomach Eats Tigers" specializes in dealing with monsters, while "Xiong Bo Eats Fairies" is good at restraining demons and spirits.

Although Zhang Biao did not get these two inheritances, he also had some brief introductions to Nuo Mian Jiang Liangzhong.

When utensils become refined, they will cause harm over time.

For example, if a broom in someone's house becomes a spirit, it will secretly absorb the blood of the owner, making the whole family sleepy all day long, and everything is not good, it is a "broom spirit".

After some became powerful, they even turned into evil gods and forced the people to build shrines and temples for them.

Of course, they are also monk targets.

The blood of the "weird" is strong, and the fur and bones can be used to make magical instruments, and the flesh and blood are also the materials for cooking medicinal meals.

The refined utensils are the embryos of dharma utensils, and they can be used after a little refinement and subjugation.

This jade cat, Zhang Biao already had an idea in his mind.

Although its elves are not powerful, they are good at hiding, and they are just used as messengers or to spy on information.

After wandering around, he got this reward, which made him feel good, and he went to Jiaxing Fang with a gift...

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Jiaxing Workshop is located in the west of the city. Although it is also a gathering of civilians, most of the people in the workshop work in the workshop of the Ministry of Industry, and they live a good life.

"You child, you still know how to come to the door!"

"Come in, your uncle is here, I'm going to get some side dishes right now, you two have a drink..."

Wang Butou's wife, surnamed Du, is outspoken and outspoken. When Zhang Biao came to the door, she began to chatter.

The words are not polite, but full of concern.

Wang Butou happened to be at home, changing into plain clothes, and squatting in the yard cutting pickles.

These days, except for the hot spring gardens of the royal family, the common people cannot eat fresh vegetables during the winter, so every household has to pickle pickles and make pickles.

Seeing Zhang Biao enter the door, Catcher Wang hummed and turned his head away, cutting the pickles more forcefully in his hand.

"Let's cut it!"

Zhang Biao chuckled, grabbed the kitchen knife, swung it around, and started cutting.

The shadow of the knife is like the wind, and the incision is as neat as paper.

With a dark face, Wang Butou squatted beside him lighting a big cigarette stick, took a few puffs, and then muttered: "No matter how fast a knife is, what's the use? Are you still going to mess with the rivers and lakes?"

Zhang Biao blinked, "It's not bad to be a rich man in the capital."

"shit!"

Catcher Wang scolded, "What's the conflict between earning money and resigning from public office? Isn't there a lot of private business in the Yamen?"

Zhang Biao smiled calmly, "If I don't leave the six doors again, I'm afraid I will lose my head."

As soon as these words came out, Wang Catcher fell silent for a long time, and then sighed: "It's the same virtue as your father, if Mr. Xiao is still there, it won't be like this..."

At this moment, someone pushed the door and entered the courtyard again, but it was a scholar with a square face and elegant demeanor, carrying a brown paper bag in his hand.

Seeing the two people in the courtyard, he immediately smiled and said, "Brother Zhang is here. It just so happened that I brought some snacks."

After all, I opened the oiled paper bag, and there were various pastries inside, some were as crystal clear as snow, and some were glossy and covered with icing sugar.

"Lotus seed cake, longevity cake..."

Zhang Biao's eyes lit up, he picked one up and stuffed it into his mouth unceremoniously, and said while chewing: "These are things that only exist in the palace, which nobleman rewarded them?"

The scholar was Wang Guanshan, the eldest son of Wang Butou. He smiled and said: "The King of Yue went to the son of the state to listen to the lecture today, and gave questions to test the students, and then gave the cakes."

Wang Butou's expression changed, "Did he ever invite you to a banquet?"

Wang Guanshan nodded and said: "I won the first place in mathematics. The King of Yue invited us to participate in the garden poetry meeting during the autumn harvest festival."

"Don't go!"

Wang Butou's face was gloomy, "On that day, it will be said that he caught the cold and recuperated at home."

Wang Guanshan was unwilling, and retorted: "I know my father is worried, but among all the princes, only the king of Yue is open-minded, respectful and virtuous..."

"That's called ignorance of current affairs!"

Wang Butou said angrily: "You don't teach much on weekdays, you'd rather be mediocre than gamble, just wait to enter the Ministry of Industry honestly, don't mix with those people."

Wang Guanshan's face was flushed, but he still sighed, bowed his head and said: "My child is wrong, just listen to my father's orders."

Seeing this, Zhang Biao quickly smoothed things over and said, "Don't worry, Uncle Wang, Guanshan is intelligent, and he must know your painstaking efforts."

"You are also a careless person!"

Wang Butou was obviously in a bad mood, so he replied.

"What are you talking about, let's go eat!"

Seeing this, Catcher Wang's wife came out and cursed, the three of them quickly shut up and sat down to eat obediently at the table.

The food and drink are rich, and the atmosphere is a bit dull.

Du Shi winked, and Wang Butou quickly said to Zhang Biao: "Have you considered what you said last time?"

Zhang Biao was stunned, "What's the matter?"

"Marry a wife!"

Du's eyes glared, "You are old and not young, and you haven't married a wife yet, how can we be worthy of Brother Zhang, if we don't make a charter today, don't even think about leaving!"

"what…"

Zhang Biao's head grew dizzy when he heard this.

"Ah for what!"

Mrs. Du kept nagging, "Let me tell you, Miss Murong is a rare virtuous woman, knowledgeable and sensible, if it wasn't for her poor family..."

Zhang Biao's scalp was numb, and he hurriedly interrupted: "Murong... this surname is rare in court."

"The Murong clan of Youzhou!"

Wang Guanshan said: "His ancestor was a prominent family in Youzhou. Later, the Golden Horde Wolf Kingdom invaded, the whole family was slaughtered, and lost power in the court..."

"Oh, so it's that Murong."

Zhang Biao suddenly realized, he laughed and said: "No matter how you say it, if you are a descendant of a famous family, it must be wrong for you to be able to see me as a martial artist..."

"What do you know, Miss Murong Chang..."

Boom boom boom!
Mrs. Du was about to reprimand, but someone hurriedly knocked on the door, "Is Catcher Wang here, the yamen called urgently!"

Wang Catcher frowned, stepped forward to open the door, and said helplessly, "What's the hurry?"

The catcher who knocked on the door cupped his hands and said, "It was the chief catcher who gave the order, and the subordinates don't know."

"Okay, I'll start now."

Wang Butou had no choice but to change his clothes in a hurry, equipped with a horizontal knife and went out.

Du Shi said in a bad mood: "It's better to quit the job of the six doors earlier, I'm so busy all day that I can't even eat well..."

Zhang Biao laughed dumbfounded, thinking how to escape from this place as soon as possible...

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When I left the palace, it was already You hour.

Zhang Biao wiped the cold sweat off his brow, turned his head to look at Jiaxing Square, feeling lingering fear.

This Aunt Du was nagging him for a while, if not for the absence of Wang Butou, the marriage would be arranged on the spot.

Zhang Biao was obsessed with cultivation, how could he agree.

Fortunately, his daughter and son-in-law came to visit relatives, so he found a chance to sneak out.

It seems that it is better to think of a way to decline.

Or just leave home and seek enlightenment...

Zhang Biao went to Anzhenfang thoughtfully.

It was about to set at sunset, and the sky was full of sunset. When passing by Zhengyang Street, I saw two people galloping past on horseback.

Zhang Biao quickly avoided, thoughtful.

The one in the lead was Liu Changkong, the six-door bronze-plated arrester. He also recognized the fair-faced and handsome man behind him, who was dressed in a black official uniform.

The man's name is Qiu Chenyi, the young minister of Dali Temple, and he is a well-known detective in the capital.

But different from them, he is a descendant of a famous family, young and promising, who is the dream lover of many women in Beijing.

Is there another big case?
Zhang Biao shook his head, turned and left.

In contrast, the killing religion and the ladies from famous families all feel that they are clear and boring.

In his mind, there is only one thought at the moment:
That Jade Elf Cat, how should it be refined is more appropriate...

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South of the city, Tongzhengfang.

Hulu!
The horse raised its hooves and neighed, and stopped in front of the six doors.

Liu Changkong jumped down sideways, threw the reins in his hand to the running policeman, cupped his hands and said solemnly: "Lord Qiu, please!"

Qiu Chenyi dismounted without haste, glanced at Liu Changkong thoughtfully, and said with a smile, "The six doors are indeed hiding dragons and crouching tigers. Liu Butou, I wonder if you are interested in coming to my Dali Temple?"

"Master Qiu, it's a bit careless to poach people at my six-door gate..."

Zhuge Wanjun strode out, first made a joke, and then said solemnly: "There is something wrong with people, Mr. Qiu, follow me quickly."

After finishing speaking, he led Qiu Chenyi into the cell.

"Ok?"

As soon as he entered the cell, Qiu Chenyi frowned.

Monk Fashan was tied to the wall with blood all over his body, his eyes full of fanaticism, and he kept muttering, "I heard it! I heard it! It's Anawadado calling..."

Qiu Chenyi said in a deep voice: "This person is already insane, and I'm afraid he won't be able to hold on if he uses the Soul Conjuring Illusion Technique."

Chief arrester Guo An said, "As long as he confesses, life or death doesn't matter!"

Qiu Chenyi took a deep look at Guo An, nodded and said, "Forget it, it depends on luck."

After finishing speaking, he took out the medicinal powder and began to configure it.

He knows the style of Six Doors, and he is working on a big case, so he doesn't care about the life and death of criminals.

These medicinal powders are not spells. To put it bluntly, they are mandala flowers, poisonous bacteria and other hallucinogenic things.

As the medicine powder poured in, Fa Shanchang became drowsy, Qiu Chenyi also asked softly: "Master, what did you see?"

"Anava Dado is screaming!"

"The devil, the devil is coming to the world!"

"Where's your senior brother?"

"Hey hey, you are all going to die!"

Just as everyone was tempting confessions, the sky was getting dark.

From a private house in Tongzhengfang, a huge figure slowly crawled out...

(End of this chapter)