The Bloody Taoist

As autumn sets in, the days get shorter and the sun rises later. The continuous drizzle yesterday made the air this morning particularly fresh and slightly cool.

It's not bright yet, but the breakfast vendors are already busy. The steamed bun shops on the street are steaming, and the steamers are filled with steamed buns of various flavors, and the aroma is overflowing. While the boss was skillfully wrapping the buns, he warmly greeted the passing customers. The soy milk stall next door is not to be outdone. The soy milk boiling in the big pot is rolling and gurgling, exuding a rich bean aroma.

On the front street, Xiao Suli took several large steamer baskets from a vendor, and the three steamer baskets were stacked together to cover his head.

"Brother Huang, I will bring the steamer back to you later."

"It's okay, don't worry, you and Boss Zuo will come back after you've finished eating!" The stall owner's voice came from the steaming heat,

Su Li held the cage with both hands and walked quickly to the inn. There were many shopkeepers and stall owners on the way who took the initiative to greet him and were very enthusiastic.

Now the whole street knows that Shifang Inn has a county background and is protected by monks. Even the status of the inn’s servants has increased!

Not far from the inn, Wang Mazi's donkey cart was parked nearby. The black donkey lay lazily on the ground, as if he hadn't woken up!

Su Li came to the inn, turned around and pushed the door open with his back, shouting loudly: "The buns are here, Qifeng come and pick them up."

"I'll do it, Brother Li"

The voice of the little maid sounded in the inn. She stretched out her hand to steady the open door, welcomed Su Li in, and then took the cage.

"What about that lazy guy from Qifeng? Why did you let Sister Ye'er come forward?"

"He was about to attack He Huyuan just now, but He Huyuan threw him all over the mud. He was changing clothes!" Xiao Yezi explained with a smile:

"Why is this idiot so crazy?" Su Li asked in confusion:

"When He Huyuan and the young master were fighting yesterday, he followed Brother Wang to buy goods. He was not at the scene. He was a little angry when he saw He Huyuan in the morning and wanted to avenge the young master!"

"Hahaha, this fool, He Huyuan is a monk with magical powers. He can't defeat even Wang Baotou, can he provoke him? Only our young master can defeat him!"

"You can't say that. I'm still a lot worse than Fellow Daoist He." At this time, Zuo Yinyang, He Qingni, and Qifeng behind them had already arrived in the hall.

"Master Zuo, don't say that. You have the magic from the Yunwu Sect, and my humble means will definitely not be able to match yours!"

"Of course you can't compare to my young master! My young master is the most powerful!" Qiao Qifeng quickly answered from behind!

Zuo Yinyang was speechless and quickly raised his hand to stop him and told him to shut up!

The servants arranged the seats, served breakfast, and then led Zuo Yinyang and He Qingni to sit down.

"We are all on our own today, so you three can come and eat together,"

Yesterday, after he asked everyone to clean the inn, he gave them a holiday. Firstly, everyone had been busy for many days, and secondly, the fight yesterday shocked them, so Zuo Yinyang took advantage of the situation and asked the old shopkeeper and the others to go back and rest for a few days. , even Liu Baozi went to visit Manager Liu, and the inn will open again in three days.

Now there are only three servants in the inn, Su Li, Xiao Zizi, Qifeng, and He Huyuan who just took up his post yesterday.

He Qingni completely accepted his fate and didn't say much. He opened his mouth wide, opened his bow from left to right, and took one big bun in one mouthful. In a short time, eight or nine buns had been eaten. Then he picked up the big bowl, which was not too hot. He drank half a bowl of hot porridge in one go. The three little guys were stunned by this look!

Generally speaking, except for monks who practice physical training, most monks are less likely to overeat when they reach the realm of evil training, and their taste will become lighter and lighter.

Zuo Yinyang saw He Qingni eating and said, "Fellow Daoist He, there's no need to be in a hurry. If it's not enough, I'll ask my servant to buy more!"

"That's enough, that's enough. It makes fellow Daoist Zuo laugh. I was born in poverty. I became an orphan when I was more than ten years old. I have lived at the bottom of a gang since I was a child. I rely on robbing for food. It is indeed a bit indecent!"

"It's okay, I understand. It seems that fellow Taoist He is also a hard-luck man. As the saying goes, when heaven is about to entrust this person with a great responsibility, he must first work his mind and starve his body. Fellow Taoist, he will definitely be able to cultivate the great path in the future!"

He Qingni was a little emotional when he heard Zuo Yinyang's words. He put down the food in his hand and said angrily: "It's not that easy for a monk to practice. I thought I had the opportunity to reach heaven in one step. I was destined to have a bright future. However, I never thought that the world of cultivation would be more cruel. I have gone through many hardships along the way, but in the end I still did not escape the control of these powerful forces. Fellow Daoist Zuo, I also know your situation. We are both pawns in their hands..."

Seeing that he was getting more and more excited as he talked, Zuo Yinyang hurriedly comforted him: "Friend He, please be careful. The boat will naturally straighten when it reaches the bridge."

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At the city gate, all three gates have been opened, and people waiting to enter the city are lined up in several lines. In late autumn, major caravans and horse teams come and go intensively, and merchants and mountain people in the mountains are also rushing to actively stock up before winter, selling various mountain products and medicinal materials to the city, and then exchanging them for various grain supplies. Accompanied by the shouts of the city guards, people crowded in, some carrying luggage, some pushing carts filled with goods, and some leading mules and horses. It was very lively.

In the crowd, a wrinkled old man was pulling a cart of mountain goods. He followed the flow of people to the city gate. Behind him was a young man with a yellow face, not very old. While helping push the cart, he looked around to prevent anyone from taking advantage of him.

In a crowded place, there are always people with unclean hands and feet.

Soon, it was the two's turn to enter the city.

The old man took the initiative to hand over the city entry certificate in his arms to the doorman at the door. There was a small silver leaf under the certificate: "Sir Sun, it's the same as before. It's still a cart of mountain products, all kinds of things. Please check carefully!"

The doorman surnamed Sun picked up the certificate expressionlessly, then turned around and signaled the two subordinates beside him.

After seeing the look in their boss' eyes, the two subordinates understood and came to the front of the car, pretending to search, and then turned back and said: "Sir, these are all mountain products and medicinal materials!"

Sun Menshi nodded, and then handed the voucher back: "Okay, Old Huang, go in!"

The old man took the voucher with a smile and replied: "Thank you, Lord Sun, there are so many people today, you have worked hard!"

Sun Menshi: "There is no way, the immortal official in the court said that winter will come earlier this year than in previous years, and we are preparing goods before then, damn it! At this time, there are still no fewer people."

Old Man Huang: "I heard about it too, and I don't know what the price of goods in the city is?"

"What is it, it must be going up, you have made a lot of money with this cart of things, okay, let's go quickly, don't block the door!" Sun Menshi waved his hand impatiently

Old Man Huang hurriedly apologized, then pulled the cart and led the young man behind him to the city.

In a compartment on the tower, two blue-robed monks were observing everything below through the formation on the city wall! The two men, one old and one young, had a blue sign hanging around their waists, with the ancient seal "Patrol" written on it.

"Fellow Daoist Liu, there are also some weak spiritual reactions in this cart of mountain goods!" One of the young men said:

The monk surnamed Liu glanced at it casually, and saw that in the formation, when the old man Huang pulled the cart into the city gate, a faint red flashed in the formation.

"It's okay, this Xianshan County is at the foot of the Black Cloud Mountain. Every day, hunters or herbalists in the mountains find all kinds of spiritual objects. No matter what kind of natural treasures, they will eventually flow into the city.

This is very common. Fellow Daoist Zhou has just arrived here, and he will get used to it in the future.

We, the blue-robed patrollers, just need to pay attention to suspicious people!"