Catalog of Destruction

Next to the official road in Baili Mountain, under the afterglow of the setting sun, the dead vines and old trees are dimly lit by crows, showing the desolation and vicissitudes of life.

Among several old trees, there is a simple and dilapidated inn. Walking in front and back, the green tiles are broken and the loess is exposed on the walls. From time to time, flies fly out of the inn and rush in without hesitation and risking their lives. , making passers-by thirsty, hungry, and ready to feast.

Sitting by the window sill in front of the door was a voluptuous woman, wearing a yellow shirt and an old gold hairpin. She was shaking her fan in a bored manner, looking at the empty official road as dusk was approaching. He muttered: "The two countries have been fighting recently, and there have been few pedestrians for several days. If this continues, let alone making some money, I'm afraid it will be difficult to survive. Do we have to go back to our old business?"

A man in brown clothes with murderous brows, fierce eyes, and thick hands and feet like mallets came over and said in a hoarse and rough voice: "The wind is very tight during this period. There are many masters in the court near the battlefield. We still have to endure it for the time being. Hey, many people in the city have asked me why the delicious and creamy premium secret buffalo meat is no longer available for sale this month.”

"You won't go back to them directly. The officers and soldiers have blocked the area and the 'buffalo' can't be transported in!" The enchanting woman replied angrily, and suddenly her eyes lit up: "Master, a guest is here."

The sky was getting dark, and a wandering Taoist priest walked slowly down the dim and dark road. He was wearing a green Taoist robe, with a young face, and carrying a large package on his back.

Zhang Yuan, a big man in brown clothes, saw a Taoist priest from a distance and sighed: "A broken nose, I'm afraid there won't be much money."

"Giggles, my boss, didn't you just say you'll be patient for the time being? Why did you just think about the oil and water?" Madam Zhang said with a sweet smile.

Zhang Yuan scratched his head: "I'm used to it, I'm used to it. But then again, Niubi will probably only order a few steamed buns and a pot of tea, and he won't even make much money by asking for the price."

"No matter how small a mosquito is, it's still meat. Go and wait in the back. Don't scare people away with your appearance." Zhang's eyes flashed. Seeing that the young wandering Taoist priest was approaching, she quickly straightened her clothes. , "Sir, do you want to stay in a hotel? It's already dark. If you go to the county town, it will probably be midnight. Our Zhangjia Inn is a century-old hotel in nearby villages and towns. It's genuine and affordable."

The young Taoist priest wearing a green robe looked around, frowned slightly, and then stepped inside: "Let's just stay for one night. I'll give the poor Taoist four white-flour steamed buns and a pot of tea."

Mrs. Zhang secretly cursed in her heart: "You are so awesome, you can only afford tea and steamed buns, yet you dare to despise my inn. If you must avoid the limelight, I want to taste your tender-skinned meat tonight!"

Even though she was scolding her in her heart, Mrs. Zhang still had a charming smile on her face and led the Taoist priest in green into the shop. She wiped the table a few times and said, "Sir, please take a seat. The steamed buns and tea will be here soon."

The young Taoist priest in green nodded, took the package on his back, put it on a bench, and sat down next to it.

The package was placed on the bench, which actually made the bench sink slightly. When Mrs. Zhang saw this, her eyes could not help but condense, showing a bit of heat. On the pretext of urging steamed buns and tea, she quickly walked to the back and entered the courtyard, turning in. kitchen.

"The boss, the boss! It's the big fat sheep!" Ms. Zhang tried her best to lower her voice, but she couldn't hide the enthusiasm in her tone.

The kitchen was in a mess, with flies flying everywhere, especially on the meat fan hanging in the corner, which emitted a strong smell of blood.

Zhang Yuan waved the rag on his hand to drive away the flies. The appearance of the flesh was vaguely visible, as if it was an eight or nine-year-old child whose legs and hands were removed, leaving only half of his body: "Big fat sheep? Madam, can you see it?" Are you careful?" He was also a little excited.

"The weight pressing on the bench, even if I haven't seen a hundred, is still eighty. There is definitely a bag of gold inside!" Mrs. Zhang affirmed, patting her trembling chest.

Zhang Yuan rushed out of the kitchen, glanced secretly behind the door curtain, then turned around, greedy: "Such a big package, I'm afraid it costs hundreds of taels of gold! It's better than us working hard for more than ten years!"

"Master, do it? Or not?!" Zhang's voice was trembling, implying a lot of worry, but more of it was excitement.

Zhang Yuan gave a ferocious smile: "It's already dark and no one is aware of the ghost. What are we afraid of? Besides, after doing this, even if you escape far away from home, you will still be rich and have no worries!" As he said this, he walked back to the kitchen, "Then Where can I use the remaining sweat medicine?"

"No, here." Mrs. Zhang pulled out a palm-sized yellow paper bag from the rice vat and handed it over, "I have been sheltered from the limelight during this period, and there is still a lot left."

Zhang Yuan took it, poured the fine white powder into the tea, and then shook it vigorously. When he saw that it was completely dissolved without much trace, he picked up the steamed buns and handed them to Zhang: "Hurry and give it to that person." Little Taoist."

Mrs. Zhang smiled brightly and seductively. She walked up to the young Taoist priest in Qingyi and said in a coquettish voice: "Sir, here are your four steamed buns and a pot of tea."

The Taoist priest in green glanced at her lightly: "Put it down, don't bother me."

After putting down the steamed buns and tea, Mrs. Zhang returned behind the door curtain with itching teeth and said, "Is this Taoist priest blind? You can see it later!"

Then, the two of them hid behind the door curtain, quietly opened a crack, and watched the Taoist priest in green eating and drinking.

"Why are you just eating steamed buns and not drinking water?!" Ms. Zhang was anxious about waiting and couldn't help but complain in a low voice.

"Okay, okay, okay, let's drink the tea!" Zhang Yuan finally saw the young wandering Taoist pour a cup and drink it all in one gulp, with joy in his voice.

Mrs. Zhang kept chanting: "Down! Down! Down!" But after waiting for a while, the Taoist priest in green was still eating the steamed buns in high spirits. She looked at Zhang Yuan anxiously and doubtfully: "Master, why hasn't the Mongolian sweat medicine happened yet?" effect?"

Zhang Yuan's murderous intention became more and more intense, so he waited more and more impatiently. After hearing Zhang's question, he cursed in a low voice in anger: "You prodigal woman, is it possible that the sweat medicine you bought is fake? ?”

"I used it once half a month ago. Wasn't it very effective?" Mrs. Zhang felt extremely aggrieved. She usually scolded Zhang Yuan herself, but she never got scolded by him.

Zhang Yuan glanced outside and said, "Bring out another pot of tea with some spices, and say that today is the 100th anniversary of the opening of our Zhangjia Inn, so we specially give you a pot of tea."

After taking the medicine for Mongolian Sweat again, Zhang became suspicious and planned to test the effect of the medicine, so she took a sip.

"How is it? Is it useful?" Zhang Yuan asked eagerly.

Zhang felt dizzy and quickly drank two mouthfuls of cold water before she recovered; "Okay, surprisingly good!"

"Perhaps that little Taoist priest has a special physique." Zhang Yuan guessed.

After Mrs. Zhang sent the pot of tea away and returned, the two of them continued to hide behind the door curtain and peek.

But half a quarter of an hour later, the Taoist priest in green didn't feel any dizziness. Instead, he took out a Taoist scripture from his arms and started to read it while shaking his head.

"Will we meet a master?" Ms. Zhang was pounding in her heart.

Zhang Yuan shook his head and affirmed: "I can be considered a second-rate person. Although I can't beat those masters, I can still recognize them. Look at the little Taoist priest, who is fair and tender. He is not very old. He doesn't show any kung fu when he walks. It should be just An ordinary person. Besides, if he was a master, he would have found out about Menghan Yao and came to settle the score with us. "

Driven by greed, they love to find all kinds of excuses to strengthen their confidence and turn a blind eye to many flaws.

The night was already dark, and the cool breeze blew into the inn, bringing out a hint of gloominess in the coldness.

Zhang has done countless evil things. Although he seems not to care about it, deep down in his heart, there is always a softness. Every time he hears stories about ghosts, he gets scared.

Being blown by the gloomy cool breeze, seeing that the night was completely dark, and seeing the monk in Tsing Yi outside drinking two pots of Menghan tea as if nothing had happened, eating steamed buns and reading scriptures, she spontaneously had some terrifying thoughts that frightened her, and said in a trembling voice : "Dang, the head of the house, tell me, will you encounter a ghost coming to take revenge?"

Zhang Yuan had not thought of this incident at first, but when his wife reminded him, he couldn't help but feel scared and tried to calm down: "Look at the shadow under his feet, it is definitely not an evil ghost!"

"But it's always weird. Why don't we just forget about this deal?" Zhang suggested timidly.

Zhang Yuan hesitated for a moment, and was about to agree, when he suddenly saw the green-robed Taoist priest outside shaking his body, leaning to the side suddenly, knocking the package to the ground, making a crisp sound, revealing a gap, and shining with golden light.

Breathing heavily and his greed intensifying, Zhang Yuan's murderous intention almost reached its highest point. He gritted his teeth and said: "Taoist ghosts and the like are most afraid of people with extremely evil and murderous auras. It doesn't matter if the Taoist priest is not a ghost. If he is a ghost, I will let him Come or go!”

Picking up the axe, Zhang Yuan opened the door curtain and strode out, with Mrs. Zhang cautiously following behind.

The young Taoist priest in green clothes was lying on the table. Zhang Yuan quickly came up behind him and swung the ax with a murderous intention. With one stroke, he chopped off the head of the young Taoist priest.

As the ax was swung, both Zhang Yuan and Zhang slumped to the ground as if their strength had been drained.

The two of them thought that they were too nervous and exerted too much energy to react like this. They looked at each other and smiled, relieved that the Taoist priest was not an evil ghost!

Mrs. Zhang reached out her hand and opened the package.

But at this moment, a gust of wind blew through, swirling around, blowing out the oil lamp, and the inside of the inn immediately became dark and eerie. However, after the package was opened, no gold was revealed, but instead a A pile of white paper money.

Zhang Yuan and Mrs. Zhang's faces were pale, cold sweat was falling like rain, and their hearts were beating loudly, as if they were about to jump out of their chests.

There was another sound coming from the side. The two of them were stunned and looked over subconsciously. They saw the headless corpse of the young Taoist priest in green groping for the head, and then placed it on the neck. After playing with it a few times, it recovered with a click. original condition.

The young Taoist priest in green looked at the two of them, with an expression on his face that seemed to be a smile but not a smile.

Zhang Yuan and Mrs. Zhang wanted to make a sound, but they felt stuffy in their chests, making a squeaking sound. Feces, urine, tears, and snot all came out. They fell to the ground, and they were actually scared to death!

Shi Xuan played with the scarlet man's murderous intention in his palm. Sure enough, the stronger the murderous intention, the better.