Heroine’s Road to Becoming Scum: The eleventh bowl of soup (3)

But there is also an advantage, that is, you don't have to be punished by Huanmei to face the wall. Old man Lang smiled and was about to run out, when Qing Huan asked, "Where are you going?"

"Uh, this... Sister Huan, look at this person from outside, as the master of the view, you have to go out and see if you are a teacher, do you think so? Let Shuli be your teacher instead. Face the wall!" After speaking, she wanted to slip away, but Qing Huan smiled with a pair of beautiful eyes. "Master, if you have the ability, you can show it to me."

Old man Lang immediately stopped and didn't dare to move any more, his mouth pouted, like a child, he kept thinking, Huanmei is not a good child, Huanmei is not a good apprentice Huanmei bullies him, this lonely old man must be bullied I don't want to serve him and take care of him, I don't want to recognize him as a master... It's endless.

He went out early in the morning and couldn't take it anymore.

The elder brother outside has calmed the noisy people. When Qing Huan went over, he saw the medicine bowl on the stone table and his face sank: "Senior elder brother."

Senior elder brother's spring breeze immediately froze. He quickly looked at Qing Huan, and then he remembered that he had not taken the medicine for conditioning his body. . Qing Huan glanced at him, one by one, not letting her worry. "Dear folks, what happened, why did you come up the mountain?"

"Miss Qinghuan! Miss Qinghuan, you can save us!"

"Don't get excited, Mr. Chen, sit down and talk slowly."

This old man Chen is quite familiar with the five masters and apprentices of the Taoist temple. In the past, when the temple was not built up, he came to incense very diligently. Later, when the temple came to the big monk, I never saw him again. But Qing Huan still remembered him. Although this old man was a little superstitious, he had a good heart. Even if he didn't add money for sesame oil later, he often asked people who went into the mountains to bring rice and noodles.

As the saying goes, the mountain eats the mountain, and there are countless delicious delicacies in the mountain, but there is no rice, white noodles, salt and soy sauce at the foot of the mountain, so the old man Chen is considered to be very familiar with their master and apprentice.

Old Uncle Chen sat on the stone bench beside the stone table under the big tree and sighed: "If this is not a serious matter, we don't want to come to you. The key... The key is that the monks in this and this temple are also It's been a disaster!"

"What's the matter? Can you tell me more about it?" Qing Huan asked softly.

Her voice is sweet and soft, as if it can calm one's emotions in an instant. Uncle Chen, who was full of panic, finally calmed down. After the elder brother finished drinking the medicine, Uncle Chen poured a cup of tea and put it in front of him. Old Man Chen held up the teacup with trembling hands: "This matter, it has to start from a month ago..."

A month ago, something strange suddenly happened in town. First someone heard the woman crying in the middle of the night, then the white shadow outside the window, and then the gatekeeper of Yizhuang, who was looking after the corpse, died suddenly, with his eyes wide open before he died. Then several families whose sons were in their prime went missing! They went to report to the officials, and the government sent troops out to find them and couldn't find them. Everyone searched and searched and couldn't find it, but after a few days, the body of the missing Erlang appeared in Yizhuang! The townspeople discussed it and thought it might be haunted, so they pooled money and asked the monks from the temple to do it.

Who knew that those monks went to Yizhuang in a mighty way. That night, the townspeople were too timid to follow them. As a result, a young monk survived the next day, and was frightened. If you know what to say, don't come over, don't come over, and don't listen to other words, no matter who talks to him.

Further on, there were incidents in several villages close to the town, and all the missing persons were young men aged seventeen or eighteen! Who is not a piece of meat this big guy, which one is willing? Some are still the only seedlings at home! No, there is really no way out. Uncle Chen remembered that there was a Taoist temple on the mountain.

He took out a small cloth bag from his arms and spread it out. There were some pieces of silver and copper plates in it, and he said a little ashamedly: "We raised money for the monk together before, this, this is all the village can collect... "

There was a hint of unbearableness in the big brother's eyes, and he was about to open his mouth to refuse, but Qing Huan put away the small cloth bag, put it in his arms, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, Uncle Chen, I will let Master wait until tomorrow. Senior brothers, they go down the mountain to have a look."

Uncle Chen and the others left with great gratitude. After they left, the senior brother asked, "Sister Huan, why do you want to accept their money? They have already had a hard time..."

"Can't we live without suffering?" Qing Huan glanced at him, "If it weren't for me, you would still be living in a pig's kennel." When she was a child, she couldn't speak or walk, and she could bear it. After a little bit, I can't stand it anymore, these guys are really sloppy.

They just made do with it, just eat and drink, no matter the taste. I still remember Qing Huan almost vomited when she tasted the food cooked by her master and her brothers when she was young. That's all game. They can make it look like **** and eat it.

Senior brother blushed and was ashamed.

"It's better for us to receive money to do things than not to receive money." Qing Huan said. "Didn't you see Old Man Chen breathed a sigh of relief? The incense of our Taoist temple is not strong, nor is it effective. He recommended us, but he took risks. If we don't charge money, maybe they still don't believe us. After the ghosts are caught, I'll make new clothes for you, look, it's been ten years since you've worn them." He sewed and mended everywhere, a man as handsome as a fairy, who made him look like an elder of the Beggar Gang. They are Taoist priests, not beggars, and it is not that whoever has more patches on his body is more powerful.

Looking at the beautiful girl with a coquettish look in front of her, the senior brother's eyes became more gentle.

An hour later, Old Man Lang, who was granted permission to stop facing the wall, breathed a sigh of relief together with the third senior brother, and fell back, lying on the hall. When Qing Huan saw them like this, she was speechless, and she didn't say what she had planned to teach them - they were all children who didn't grow up, saying what they were doing.

Old man Lang was very excited when he heard that he was going to go down the mountain to catch ghosts. He had been on this mountain for more than ten years, and there was nothing exciting at all. He simply felt that life was meaningless. This time it's good, I'm busy with something, and I can still make money!

At dawn the next day, the old man Lang, Qing Huan and the second senior went down the mountain together. When he didn't come back at noon, Qing Huan cooked cold noodles, made a few plates of side dishes, and told Senior Brother not to forget to remind Third Senior Brother when it was time for dinner, and then went down the mountain.

Of course the town is much more lively than the mountain, and although it's haunted, people still go their separate ways during the day. Qing Huan strolled around the street, while the old man Lang and the second senior brother went to inquire about the news to check the terrain. She tugged at some cloth, thought about making new clothes for everyone, and bought some seasonings and snacks. As for the rice and flour...they shouldn't be on the mountain for a long time.

If she feels right, there will be catastrophe in the world.

Even without Moze, Qing Huan is very sensitive to time and space. She can feel everything in the world, but how can she not feel the dangers facing this world. For today's plan, it is indeed to go down the mountain quickly and find a way to adjust the body of the brothers. As for the rest, we will talk about it when the time comes.

After shopping, she stored it in an inn. It seems that she can't go back tonight, and I don't know if the third senior brother can have a good meal.

"Huanmei, if Master asks your second senior brother to take you home, don't come with you, okay?" Old Man Lang rubbed his hands together and asked with a drooling smile.

Qing Huan glanced at him: "Master, am I worse than the three brothers? Don't you always say that I am your most talented apprentice?"

"You are inexperienced and you can't eat your talent." The old man murmured, not daring to say a word in front of the head of the family, but he still warned, "If you are afraid, hide behind your second senior brother, he Those with rough skin and thick flesh are not afraid of being beaten."

Second Senior Brother stared: "What did you say, stinky old man? Can't I protect Sister Huan?"

"Humph." Old man Lang saw the opportunity and hit the second senior brother's **** with his kick. "When the master speaks, the apprentice interrupts!"

Second Senior Brother was aggrieved to find out the reason for Huan's criticism: "Sister Huan, look at this stinky old man!"

"Shh--" Qing Huan hurriedly raised his food sign to signal him to keep silent. She knew that in the middle of the night, the exposure was deeper, and all the sounds were silent. They were in a dead place like Yizhuang. Master and brother quarreled just because she was nervous and scared.

The three stood in the courtyard of Yizhuang, and the dim yellow lantern kept swaying... swaying... The whole Yizhuang was extremely quiet. After the gatekeeper guarding the Yizhuang died, no one dared to come here again. coming.

"Master, look, it's so strange. Before we came in, there were moons and stars in the sky, but now there's nothing left." Qing Huan pointed to the sky.

Old man Lang looked according to his words. Indeed, the night sky was as black as ink, and he couldn't see any light. Except for those few lanterns, I can no longer see anything.

It's a bit like Huangquan Road, Qing Huan thought. There is a section of road before reaching Naihe Bridge, and that section is called Huangquan Road. Huangquan Road was pitch-dark, and when you opened your eyes, you couldn't see the surroundings, and when you stretched out your hand, you couldn't see the five fingers, and the soil on the ground couldn't see the color.

Of course this Yizhuang can't be compared with Huangquan Road. Huangquan Road is the road of the soul, and this Yizhuang... is full of stench.

"Master, this is a ghost hitting the wall." Second Senior Brother said calmly. That lantern has been hanging there since the beginning. No matter how big the village is, they should walk from the door to the lobby. They have walked almost half a column of incense, but the distance from the lantern has not changed, isn't it? What is the ghost hit the wall?

"Huanmei, although you have been with Master for so many years, you haven't seen Master's majesty!" But a little ghost, old man Lang really doesn't care, why do you need such a small role? He made a move, even a guard with crippled legs could easily clean up. "Master will show you his majesty and majesty today!"

Old man Lang, who especially wants to show off in front of his little disciple, is about to start acting as a demon.