Invincibility Starts From Sacrificing Ancestors

Early morning, Weiyang Street.

The tofu is fragrant, and the sound is loud.

Although the morning light is slightly dewy, the streets are already full of people, cars and horses shuttle, which is much more lively than Pingjiang City.

Zhou Dao took [Lei Yuan Rice] to refine and cultivate for a whole night. His essence was full like a god, filling all the acupuncture points. His body was full of vitality.

This feeling has never been seen before.

I have to say that this [Lei Yuan Rice] is worthy of being a treasure of ancient Taoism. In the dark, there is the blessing of the ancestors, which makes Zhou Dao one step closer to opening the [Eight Apertures].

Early in the morning, Zhou Dao was full of energy and came to Weiyang Street, followed by a dog.

"Master, this Lin'an Mansion is much more prosperous than Pingjiang City. The aroma of meat buns is everywhere." Ha Shiqi held his nose and greedily sucked the aroma that permeated the air.

Zhou Dao has been away from Pingjiang City for a few days, maybe Ha Shiqi is used to being a dog, and he actually misses it a little.

Of course, the main reason is that since Zhou Dao left, the old man Xu who was playing the watch has always looked into their yard, looking at him as if he were watching a dog meat hot pot.

Out of the idea of ​​protecting old man Xu, Ha relieved and traveled to Lin'an Mansion, and finally found Zhou Dao.

"Shut up, early in the morning, do you want to scare anyone?" Zhou Dao shouted in a deep voice.

Ha Shiqi is a [high-level fierce] monster. This level of monster is extremely dangerous in the eyes of Yu Yaosi. Once it emerges, the three [military guards] will take action.

Zhou Dao walked on the street, followed the fragrance, and came to the corner.

"Um?"

Zhou Dao looked up and was stunned.

It's still the same steamed bun shop, with no one around. Compared with the booming business of the noodle shop next to it, it's almost eerily deserted.

Zhou Dao walked to the steamed bun shop, and the steam was so hot that it rose from the cage like white smoke.

Before it was released, Zhou Dao smelled the aroma of this bun.

Compared with the craftsmanship of Laowang Baozi Shop in Ping'an Town, the steamed buns here seem to have a more unusual taste.

"Interesting, it's even mixed with big drugs!?"

Zhou Dao noticed it carefully and found that the buns here are indeed different. In addition to the usual ingredients, there is a hint of medicinal fragrance.

This kind of medicinal fragrance is extremely special. If it seems to be absent, it is intermittent, like... incense, and it is difficult for ordinary people to detect it. Even Zhou Dao himself did not notice it last time.

"Boss..." Zhou Dao became interested and shouted.

Except for the sound of the charcoal fire and the sound of boiling water on the pot, the small steamed bun shop has no other movement.

"Boss, sell buns..."

Zhou Dao called out again.

Before he finished speaking, the emaciated boss walked out slowly.

He raised his eyebrows and saw Zhou Dao, he was stunned at first, and then showed a strange color: "It's you again!?"

"You still remember me." Zhou Dao smiled.

He subconsciously looked around.

Although this bun shop is located in a prosperous place, it turns a blind eye to people coming and going, and no one patronizes it.

This is strange. In contrast, only Zhou Dao asked twice, which is naturally impressive.

This boss is afraid that it is difficult to remember.

"Let's go, my buns don't sell." The emaciated boss waved his hand and even drove him away.

This is the first time Zhou Dao has seen such a business.

"Tsk tsk, boss, the decoration on your door is quite interesting."

Zhou Dao suddenly raised his head, and there was a string of copper coins hanging under the door of the shop, connected by red ropes.

Since ancient times, coins have represented the country, the country and the country.

Throughout the dynasties, whenever a new emperor ascends the throne, new coins must be minted, the universe will be replaced, the weather will be updated, and the country will be stable and the society will be stable.

Therefore, all the coins in the prosperous world are regarded as strong blessings, with good luck in the body, and there is divine help in the dark.

Ordinary people connect the coins of the era of five prosperous emperors with red ropes, calling it "Five Emperors' Coins" to keep their homes safe.

"It's just an ordinary thing for blessing."

The emaciated boss's eyes were not fixed, but his expression remained unchanged, he just said casually.

"Five emperors' money?" Zhou Dao smiled. Ping'an Town also has this thing, and many people will hang a string on the door.

However, the real money of the Five Emperors is very small. After all, coins are currency in circulation. Over time, wear and tear is inevitable. To this day, very few survive, and most of them are imitations by later generations, just for auspicious omens.

Of course, Zhou Dao has also seen the real [Five Emperor Money]. This thing does not really have supernatural powers, nor does it have the blessing of Taoist magic. It's just that in the dark, it is contaminated with the luck of the country, and it has gained the belief of the people. With karma in it, it can drive back ordinary evil spirits.

As the richest man in Ping'an Town, a string of real [Five Emperor Money] hangs in front of Wang Xiaoyi's house.

It is said that this string of [Five Emperor Money] was bought through black market channels and is genuine.

Like the large and small shops in Lin'an Prefecture, in order to pray for safety and business is booming, it is not uncommon to hang a string of [Five Emperor Money], whether it is true or false.

It's just... This bun shop has a bunch of six coins hanging in it. The style is simple and there are still nicks on it. At first glance, it is a long time ago and has gone through years.

"Boss, have you heard of Six Fierce Money?" Zhou Dao raised his eyes lightly, as if he had a deep meaning.

With just this one glance, the boss' Gujing's calm eyes suddenly flashed with brilliance, revealing a hint of surprise.

"I once saw a record from Uncle Qin in our town. It said that money in prosperous times contains good fortune, but money in troubled times contains evil." Zhou Dao waved his hand lightly, dissipating the water in front of him. , in the haze, staring at the string of coins on his head.

The money of the five emperors, adhering to the luck of the prosperous world, has its own blessing and blessing, which can avoid evil spirits.

However, it is rumored that in times of troubled times, wars of war, plagues, starvation, and droughts... This dynasty suffered great calamities, and the country changed, and the coins representing the villages contained ominous signs.

From ancient times to the present, the six major coins in troubled times have been linked together, and they are [six ominous coins].

It is said that this thing is a great ominous thing. If it hangs in the homes of mortals, it will definitely bring ominous things. Lightly, the house will be uneasy, money will be lost, and the family will be destroyed, and there will be no burial.

In ancient times, some people used this to harm others.

If there is an enemy, when they move to the ground, they will bury the [six evil money] into the foundation, and within three years, this family will definitely be destroyed, and there will be no one in ten.

"I've seen a lot of people who make money in business, but the only one who brings misfortune." Zhou Dao whispered.

He can conclude that this string of [Six Ominous Money] is genuine.

Because of this, he was even more surprised that there are still people in this world who open business, not for money, but only for misfortune?

This is simply incredible, contrary to common sense.

"Little brother, you know a lot."

The thin boss gave Zhou Dao a cold look, opened the side door, and let Zhou Dao in.

The small steamed bun shop had only three tables. The boss dragged out the bench and motioned Zhou Dao to sit down, then turned around and watched the calamity.

"When I was a child, my family sold buns... That year the town suffered a catastrophe. There was no harvest, and no one survived."

The emaciated boss, without turning his head, just said coldly: "On the way to escape from the wilderness, I met a Taoist priest who taught me a way to turn evil into luck."

"Turn evil into luck!?" Zhou Dao asked subconsciously.

"For those who do business, open the door to attract wealth, especially in this prosperous place, which is very popular."

"But [Six Ominous Money] can reverse the luck, wipe out the wealth of all directions, and flatten the popularity like a ghost. Such a reverse act is like erecting a dam in front of the rolling flood. Once the water potential accumulates to a certain extent..."

"The flood is unstoppable, the form is reversed, and the turbulent chaos turns into endless blessings, and then there will be great luck..."

As he spoke, the steam was steaming, the drawer creaked, and the hot steamed buns exuded a tempting aroma.

Zhou Dao heard the words, but showed a strange color.

People have three declines and six prosperity, and good luck and bad luck.

This method is equivalent to overdrafting all the bad luck in advance and concentrating all the good luck in one outbreak.

Just like, someone can pick up a penny every day when they go out, but if you concentrate this luck, you will be down for half your life, and you will get a golden mountain in one day.

In contrast, the former is like a gurgling water and is not worth mentioning, while the latter is like a flood erupting and making a big splash.

"No wonder your shop has no business." Zhou Dao whispered.

This boss is not opening the door to do business at all, he is accumulating bad luck, and once he succeeds, he will reverse his luck.

"Some people, working hard for a lifetime, occupy at most three or two tile-roofed houses, and become a small boss..."

The emaciated boss shook his head and sighed, "If that's the case, wouldn't life be boring?"

As he spoke, the boss picked up a basket of steamed buns and put them on the table, the hot aroma wafting toward him.

"I'm afraid not everyone can use your method?" Zhou Dao said lightly.

The boss sat aside, he seemed to be alone for too long, the chatterbox opened, he nodded, and his expression became lonely.

"The Taoist priest said that this method is very ferocious, and maybe it won't last until the day of the great luck."

Speaking of this, a look of sadness flashed in the boss's eyes: "Over the years, my relatives and friends have passed away one after another, and now I am the only one left."

The six evils of money, to bring about disasters, this kind of retrograde method is not something that mortals can get involved in.

This boss is also a lunatic, destined to be mediocre, but he wants to change his luck in this way, become rich and noble, and no longer ordinary.

In the end, what is gained or what is lost, only he knows who is lighter and who is heavier.

"Isn't it bad to be a little boss?"

The boss shook his head and looked at Zhou Dao indifferently: "Have you tried not eating for three days and three nights, and been stared at like food?"

"Like I am now, watching quietly, watching, they are looking forward to your death, watching you die, so that they can live and eat with peace of mind, because this is the food given to them by God... Delicious, not even wasting juice..."

Zhou Dao frowned when he heard the words.

"Sorry, I've talked a bit too much today." The boss stood up, as if talking to Zhou Dao, or mumbling to himself.

He shook his head, his expression becoming as cold as ever.

"Eat it, the buns won't taste good when they're cold."

The boss began to get busy, adding firewood to the boiler, his back turned to Zhou Dao, and he could not see his expression.

"There are a lot of medicinal materials in it, and the recipe was also given by the Taoist priest... In fact, this bun is used to offer money."

The breeze was blowing, and the [Six Ominous Money] on the door swayed gently, making it particularly dazzling.

"The Taoist said that this is similar to the incense in the temple, only ghosts and gods can enjoy it, so I never eat it, if mortals eat it..." The boss sneered.

"Ow... it's so **** delicious!?"

At this moment, an excited howl interrupted the boss's words.

He shook his body and turned back suddenly, only to see that Hu Shiqi, who was lying on the ground, had already stuffed two buns in his mouth, his saliva splashed all over the place, and his face was full of happiness and contentment.

Zhou Dao was also tasting the steamed buns and got carried away.

One mouthful, one mouthful, it seemed that he didn't listen to what he was saying at all.

When they were excited, Zhou Dao and Ha Shiqi smiled at each other and looked at the last bun in the cage.

Dog paws swooped, palms dropped...

At this moment, the boss can't tell who is the dog!

"You...you..."

"Damn, did I take you out to grab the buns?" Zhou Dao raised his hand and hit Hu Shiqi's head.

The latter wailed, hugged his head, curled up under his feet, and made a "woo woo woo" sound.

Zhou Dao's desire was satisfied, and he wiped the corner of his mouth, satisfied.

"Boss, you are a good bun, and I will continue to patronize you next time."

As he spoke, Zhou Dao left the scattered silver taels and walked out of the steamed bun shop. At the same time, Ha Shiqi followed.

The owner of Baozipu looked at Zhou Daoyuan's figure, and there was a strange brilliance in his indifferent eyes, like a deep pool in an empty valley, the ripples spread, and he could not calm down for a long time.

"What a weirdo," the boss whispered.

...

On the way back, Zhou Dao felt a faint heat in his body, and a blush appeared on his face.

"Interesting, the Taoist priest this boss met is unusual." Zhou Dao squinted his eyes, ran his blood energy, and easily refined the "fire" in his body.

"Master, this is the refining method of Taoist incense, and this stupid thing is actually mixed into the bun." Ha Shiqi stuck out his tongue.

He is a [Ferocious High] monster, and this monster body can naturally withstand the medicinal power in the steamed buns.

"No wonder he never let people eat this bun. Maybe he was right. The Taoist priest didn't lie to him. This bun is used to worship ghosts and gods."

Zhou Dao's eyes narrowed slightly, and the [Six Ominous Money] sounded just now, just hanging it in the shop, and even offering it with incense, it's hard to say with time.

"There are so many demons these days." Zhou Dao couldn't help sighing.

"However, master, this bun is really delicious. If you come in a cage every day, maybe I can become a big demon." Ha Shiqi was obsessed with this bun.

"What's this? I will visit it every day from now on." Zhou Dao grinned.

He is not very interested in steamed buns~www.readwn.com~ He has quite a few ideas about the [Six Ominous Money].

This [Six Ominous Money] has brought so much bad luck and enjoyed the incense for a long time, in case it really turns into a demon... tsk tsk, the ancestors can buy goods again.

Thinking of this, Zhou Dao couldn't help but laugh.

"Little friend stay."

At this moment, an old man shouted at the booth of Tofu Nao next to him.

Zhou Dao turned his eyes and saw that the old man had a boyish face, was dressed in coarse cloth, smiled warmly, and looked straight at him.

"Master, you called me!?" Zhou Dao was startled, only to feel that the old man in front of him seemed familiar, as if he had seen him somewhere, but he couldn't remember for a while.

"Sit down, little friend." The old man made a gesture of invitation.

"You are..." Zhou Dao asked.

"King Huo Long!!!"