The Heartless Mage Chapter 21: Meet the Taoist priest

Yue Qiluo firmly believes that she needs nourishment, and even hopes that she can continue to grow at the age of a hundred years ago. She decided that she was a beautiful woman, but unfortunately the years were frozen in the cardamom tip. It's a pity not to bloom once in a flower.

Putting out her thin lips, she sucked on the tender tofu-like baby meat with relish. The meat was soft like soup, and the soup was soft like meat. She ate and drank the meat and soup, and suddenly burped with satisfaction, she asked, "Brother, why don't you eat it?"

Wuxin shook his head in the steaming mist: "I am human, and people don't eat people."

Yue Qiluo spat out a thin bone: "Who said people don't eat people? Have you ever seen people eat people?"

Wuxin replied: "Those who are eaten will die, and those who eat people will also die. It is better not to eat them."

Yue Qiluo stretched out her arms and used chopsticks to fish in the casserole: "Brother, it's a pity that your flesh and blood are poisonous, otherwise I must taste you."

Wuxin thought about it for a while, but asked, "Is Duan Saburo delicious?"

Yue Qiluo changed the spoon and scooped out the minced meat: "You also know Duan Saburo? Duan Saburo is nothing good, I just took his soul to play, and when I got tired of it, I let him die. "

Wuxin smiled: "But the Duan family didn't spare you lightly!"

Yue Qiluo pursed her lips and tilted her head at him with a slight smile: "What is the Duan family? It's just a broken house. If someone wants to deal with me, they can find an opportunity no matter what; Duan Saburo's life is his chance!"

Wuxin looked at her with interest: "Who is 'he'?"

Yue Qiluo took a sip of the broth, then shook the spoon at him: "I won't tell you."

Wuxin stood up: "I'm leaving."

Yue Qiluo put down the spoon: "Don't go!"

Inadvertently, he turned and ran, rushing out of the restaurant door in an instant. Seeing that Yue Qiluo couldn't catch up, she immediately got up and pulled out a long string of paper figurines from her arms. The paper figurine flew up into the sky, and at the same time she chanted words and drew symbols in the void. Finally, she suddenly waved her sleeves to the window, and she shouted: "Go!"

The paper figurines floated out of the window with the gust of wind, and vaguely transformed into a human figure, chasing Wuxin with their teeth and claws. Wuxin is not afraid or not, but he is too lazy to tear and tear with a group of paper people. After running two miles in one breath, he turned a corner at a fork on a whim, and was almost crushed into a cake by the galloping open-top carriage.

The big carriage is very mighty, with two Arabian horses in front and two bright wind and rain lamps hanging in the back. The driver hurriedly reined in the reins, only to hear people screaming for horses, the car stopped suddenly, but the people in the back seat were caught off guard and fell forward screaming. Inadvertently, he heard the sound of "dong", and it was a whisk that fell from the sky and hit the top of his head and heart.

Wuxin knew that he was in trouble, and hurriedly bent down to pick up the whisk. The passengers in the car had fallen on their horses, but now they got up by themselves. Wuxin took a look and saw that the other party was wearing a Taoist crown and a Taoist robe. The Taoist priest flicked his robe sleeves, cupped his hands at Wuxin, and said loudly, "Blessed and immeasurable Heavenly Venerate!"

Wuxin didn't expect Taoist priests to be so self-disciplined that they wouldn't curse people even after falling into a dog and eating shit. He was about to apologize, but the Taoist priest suddenly changed his face, and his hand was a big mouth: "Well, you bastard, what are you running around in the middle of the night? If you fall out of the Taoist master, you will pay for it. Are you up?"

Inadvertently, he received a slap in the face, and immediately covered his face and asked angrily, "Who are you? Why are you hitting someone casually?"

The Taoist priest raised his white face beside the wind and rain lamp, and answered proudly: "I'm a fool, the president of today has to call me a real person. I beat you tonight, are you still not convinced?"

Wuxin swallowed a mouthful of bad breath, raised his hand and pointed back: "Master, there are ghosts ahead! I kindly came to stop you, don't you appreciate it?"

Chen Zi sneered, stepped forward and grabbed the whisk, then turned around and got into the car. Sitting upright, he flicked his whisk, and said arrogantly: "Joke! Poor Daoist is here, let's see who dares to make trouble!"

The voice fell, and a white figure flickered in front of him. It was the paper figure who was following him. The coachman got into the car, obviously frightened. He waved his whip and didn't dare to make a sound, but Chu Chenzi sneered and said in a loud voice: "Don't be afraid, go!"

The coachman closed his eyes and flicked his whip, and the big carriage clattered on the road again. The farther the carriage moved forward, the fainter the figure became, and when the big carriage turned a corner onto the road, the figure disappeared without a trace. Chu Chenzi was proud of himself and took out a white silk handkerchief to wipe the dust off his palms. He threw the handkerchief backwards in the wind. After tossing the handkerchief, he felt that something was wrong. He looked back suddenly and was confronting Wuxin!

Wu Xin had been clinging to the back of the car seat. At this moment, Chu Chenzi discovered his whereabouts, so he turned over the seat with both hands and feet and sat next to Chu Chenzi. The two stared at each other for a while with big eyes and small eyes, and finally opened their mouths unintentionally: "Master, are you the abbot of Qingyun Temple?"

Chu Chenzi didn't answer, he raised his eyebrows and asked him: "Who let you in the car? Get off!"

Unintentionally looked at Chuchenzi up and down, thinking that this person really seems to have some skills, and I can't let him go easily. Even if he refuses to come forward to help, it is good to give a few spells.

Inadvertently, I made a wishful thinking, and I couldn't live or die by relying on the carriage. It is hard to rely on Qingyunguan all the way. At dawn, Yue Qiluo left the restaurant and walked towards Wenxian alone.

Before leaving, she played a prank and made the shopkeeper and his wife sit at the messy table. After she went out, she released the souls of the two of them, but after a while, the couple would come back together. Facing the table full of bones after the resurrection, Yue Qiluo couldn't imagine how they would react.

She can never get enough of tricks like that. If she didn't mention Duan Saburo involuntarily, she might have completely forgotten him. Duan Saburo died very lively and was her second puppet; the first puppet was the little maid next to her. The little maid must not understand why she loved the young lady so much-because her soul was in the hands of the young lady.

Yue Qiluo wants to find a place to live, but she doesn't like to be a man, so she will use him to conquer him. In fact, what is the use of conquering? It doesn't seem to work either. She couldn't eat Wuxin, even if she made Wuxin into a pill, she didn't have the guts to take it. Let him love her to accompany her? But it will get tired after a long time, and he doesn't love her at all.

The road that Yue Qiluo took was very remote, and no one else passed by. Reaching into her clothes to cover her slightly protruding breast, she narrowed her left eye in the dazzling sunlight.

The right eye is dotted with an unintentional drop of blood, already blind.

That night, Wuxin went home.

Everything is peaceful at home, and Crescent Moon is waiting for him eagerly. Wuxin took out a stack of paper talismans from his arms and handed it to Master Gu: "Old Dao, the abbot of Qingyun Temple, drew it himself. If this is useless, then I can't do anything about it!"

Master Gu didn't sleep well in the middle of the night, and his neck was stiff. After reading it, the spirit came: "Master, it's up to you! Let's go up the mountain again tonight?"

Inadvertently took the towel from Crescent Moon and wiped it with a full face: "We won't go, you can go by yourself!"

Master Gu immediately opened his mouth: "Huh?"

Inadvertently handed the towel back to Crescent Moon: "Do you know how big the bull nose is in Qingyunguan? I don't want my face, so I insisted on pestering him to draw so many pictures for me. Master Gu, think about it in your own heart. , am I doing my best to you?"

Crescent Moon felt very energetic after hearing Wuxin's words, not a weak husband. But Master Gu was completely dumbfounded, holding the paper talisman and opening his mouth.

Wu Xin ignored him and called Crescent Moon into the Westinghouse. Pulling out a piece of paper and a pen, he asked Crescent Moon to take out the yellow talisman in his purse, and drew a picture of the gourd in the same way, intending to go to Qingyun Temple again, and let Chu Chenzi recognize its origin. He couldn't sit at home and wait for Yue Qiluo to call, he had to prepare early.

But he didn't say much about Crescent Moon, especially not to mention Yue Qiluo. I'm afraid that I say too much, which will make Crescent Moon scared.

After three days, Master Gu hesitated and did not go up the mountain alone, but Wuxin ran the long way to Qingyun Temple again.

Qingyun Temple is located on Qingyun Mountain, with a majestic momentum, like a heavenly palace. In all fairness, Qingyun Mountain is not much better than Pig's Head Mountain in all aspects except for its beautiful name. It is only because of the Qingyun Temple that it has become an incredible place of interest.

Qingyunguan belongs to the positive faction, and the air in the view is relatively free. Wuxin walked around the main hall under the guidance of the little Taoist priest, passed a few gates and turned a few turns, and finally in a quiet and picturesque little courtyard, he saw Taoist Master Chuchenzi.

Chu Chenzi was wearing a white satin trousers and stood in the veranda with her hair disheveled, holding a glass of Martell from the capital in her hand. Looking condescendingly at Wuxin, he leaned sideways against the corridor, while raising his glass and taking a sip of wine: "I heard you have a strange talisman that you want to show me?"

Inadvertently asking for others, very respectful, he unfolded a folded white paper with both hands, stepped forward and brought it to Chuchenzi. Chu Chenzi took it and looked up and down twice, but there was no expression on the well-maintained white face: "Where did you trace it from?"

Wuxin replied: "From a coffin."

Chu Chenzi suddenly laughed out two crow's feet in his forties: "I don't understand."

Wuxin nodded and bowed his hands to Chu Chenzi: "I disturb the Taoist priest, since the Taoist priest does not understand, then I have to say goodbye. By the way, Taoist priest, I will say one more thing to you-- The person in the coffin came out a while ago."

Only heard a crisp "click", and the dusty glass fell out of his hand and shattered on the slate floor.