unscrupulous spirit catcher

Chapter 47 Freedom
When we got to the place, the carriage couldn't get in.

Mian Yuan Street is just an alley, not to mention carriages, not even sedans can get in.

The people who live here never thought that they would ever be able to make a comeback, so they never had to worry about it.

"Let's go, it's not far." Song Yu got out of the car first.

Zhong Liqing put on the hat and got out of the car.

Song met Li Waining, who was about to sell the pills at a local stall.

Li Waining carried the burden and said loudly: "Hey, you two, who are these distinguished guests?"

Song Yu winked at him: "Don't go out today. I'll buy some medicine from you."

Li Waining immediately regarded Zhongli Qing as a fat sheep and said, "I have all the medicines you want here. Do you want to be proud of the spring breeze, or have fun every night? I have everything you want."

"Who wants those messy things from you? Lao Su has closed the door." Song Yu kicked Li Waining. "You can rub two tonics now. You can rub them how this man says. Your money is indispensable."

Su Mian was very helpless and stepped forward to close the door.

This is a lawless bastard who even dares to fake the medicine he gives to the emperor.

Zhong Liqing is not a good person either, harming his uncle.

"Tonic medicine?" Li Waining patted his thigh, "It's all on me."

Zhong Liqing briefly mentioned some medicinal materials, and then he went to look for them in the house.

The medicine in the pills is not all fake medicine, half real and half fake, it will not kill you if you eat it. You can use the crushed angelica, crushed astragalus, crushed hawthorn that are not available in the drug store, plus bean flour and paste, and it is almost enough.

"If you want to say that this medicine is not tonic, the angelica and astragalus in it are not fake. There are also whole grains. This is my ancestral handicraft. No one in Bianjing will know it again."

He was proud while doing it.

Emperor Zhongli Qingxindao can take more of this medicine in the future to clear his stomach.

Years of traveling incognito for private visits, eating and drinking all the time, made people gain a lot of weight.

Once the pills were rolled, they were all the same size and smelled the same, with a bit of a sour taste.

"One tael of silver and one grain, that's fair." Li Waining looked at Zhong Liqing as he was either rich or noble. He thought he was a bastard.

Zhong Liqing took out two silver beads, one of which was exactly one tael. They were made by the government and were not adulterated at all.

Song Yu stopped him midway, kept one pill for himself and gave one to Li Waining.

"I'll look for you next time."

Li Waining was aggrieved, thinking that you just stood here for a long time. I provided the strength and the medicinal materials, but you still have to pay [-]-[-].

However, he was afraid of Song Yu and did not dare to say a word, so he took the one tael of silver.

Zhong Liqing took the medicine and hurried out.

Before he reached the entrance of the alley, he saw a young man holding a big wax figure. He looked like he was talking to the wax figure and stopped for a moment.

This wax figure is not very young yet. It is made like a clay figure, with clothes and a hat.

"spirit?"

Song Yu nodded: "This is the eldest son of the old Dou family."

"No, I mean the wax man." Zhong Liqing looked back again.

Song Yu said: "I'm talking about the wax man. The wax man is Lao Dou's eldest son. The second son of Dou was born in metamorphosis, and the wax man is the eldest son."

In the seventh month, wax oil is used to make a baby-like shape, called 'Mohora', which is used to pray for a child. At night, it is placed in a bowl of water and placed on the bedside to achieve "transformation".

On the Zhongyuan Day in the Furong Hall, water beats the silver plate to create metamorphosis, which is a scene in Bianjing during the Zhongyuan Period.

Mahora was the son of the Buddha during his secular life. He was hidden in his mother's womb for seven years and was born on the day when the Buddha became enlightened. It is said that all the children born through transformation are the sons of the Buddha.

"He is so old, why does he still have this wax man? And he has also attracted spiritual creatures." Zhong Liqing was very confused.

No one would keep a wax man that long.

Song Yu said: "Dou Laoer doesn't like to talk to people or go out. His mother was afraid that he would be alone, so she asked the wax man to accompany him. Later, the wax man was too small, and she even melted it again every day. If you stay with living people, it will be strange if you don’t summon spirits.”

There are too many complicated spirits, and Song Yu saw many of them in the outer city.

Some spirits will squat in people's homes and follow people in and out, some spirits like to soak in wells and scare people, and some spirits are idle and do nothing.

This spirit obviously belongs to the idle category.

"Don't you need to worry about it?" Zhongliqing asked.

"Don't worry about it, just Dou Laoer will treat it as a treasure," Song Yu walked directly to Longjin Bridge, "Sir, would you like to have a midnight snack?"

She wants Zhong Liqing to pay the bill.

Su Mian's eyes lit up when he heard about the late night snack: "Just in time to eat the last one."

As soon as the Mid-Autumn Festival is over, the autumn wind sweeps away the fallen leaves in Bianjing, and people who are freezing are rubbing their hands.

I have to wear cotton-padded clothes.

The three of them walked out of the alley in the cold wind.

No one saw a translucent hand stretch out from the wax man and grab Dou Laoer's clothes.

The wax man and Dou Laoer almost melted together.

Spiritual beings are too free.

The number of spirit hunters is too small, the Jiuding has disappeared, and no one can restrain the spirit creatures. They have become unscrupulous.

On the narrow street, the golden apricot leaves were swept together by the wind, and a strange bird call came.

More shadows emerged from the wax man, looking around as if searching for the source of the sound.

"Cuckoo"

The sound was like something that should come out of a baby's throat, but Dou Laoer didn't hear it at all.

Shadows fell on Mian Yuan Street.

He went home with the wax man in his arms. There happened to be guests at home, and it was his aunt who came.

"Second brother, call someone quickly."

Dou Laoer felt that everyone in the room was looking at him, and his toes were scratching the ground in embarrassment.

He was afraid that others would look at him like this, as if he were a piece of meat on the chopping board, and they would pick and choose him, and even use a knife on him.

The more people looked at him, the more suffocated he felt.

"aunt."

He squeaked like a mosquito, and then ran back to his house.

Several women outside laughed, and they would probably call him out soon to ask him one more time.

"Brother, come on, let's switch. I don't want to go out. You go out and help me deal with these people."

He placed the wax figure on the chest and begged.

Soon, a translucent hand stretched out from the smooth and oily hand of the wax figurine, piercing through Dou Laoer's brow, and Dou Laoer's eyes changed from anxious and shy to dull.

Sure enough, a voice called out from outside: "Second brother, I'm going to pick up some fruit. Come and stay with my aunt!"

Dou Laoer stood up stiffly, with a dull expression on his face, as if he was trying to make a smile, but this smile made him look even weirder.

When he walked out of the door, he moved freely, just like Dou Laoer.

And Dou Laoer's soul is wandering around. He can't leave too far and can only wander around.

His mother was in the kitchen getting some salty and sour fruits to go with the tea.

Pepper plums, ginger plums, pickled cucumbers, and fried corn kernels.

The second Dou's soul was standing next to his mother, watching his mother put salt in the corn kernels, said anxiously: "Oh mother, it's salty, there are pickles, how can you put so much salt."

Naturally, his mother couldn't hear it and kept putting salt in it.

"Salt doesn't cost money. Hey, forget it. Let's talk to mother tonight."

(End of this chapter)