Vol 6 Chapter 145: Greedy and murderous

Chapter 145: Greed and Fierce Murder
Beside the Bailishan official road, in the afterglow of the setting sun, withered vines and old trees and crows, full of desolation and vicissitudes.
Among a few old trees, there is a ruined inn, two in front and back, the blue tiles are broken, the yellow soil is exposed on the wall, and flies buzzing out of the inn from time to time, and rushing in without hesitation and forgetting to die. , So that people with dry mouth and hunger, ready to feast on the pedestrians' appetite.
Sitting by the window sill in front of the door was a enchanting woman, dressed in a yellow shirt, with a half-old gold hairpin in it, swaying a fan in a very boring manner, looking at the empty official road because the evening was approaching, He muttered: "Recently the two countries have fought, and the pedestrians have been sparse for several days. If this continues, I won't say earning some powder money. I am afraid that it will be difficult to survive. Do you have to go back to the old industry?"
A brutal man with a murderous eyebrow, his hands and feet sturdy like clubs walked over, his voice hoarse and hoarse: "The wind is tight during this period, and there are many experts in the court near the battlefield. We still have to bear it temporarily. Hey, many people in the city asked me why the delicious and creamy premium secret buffalo meat has not been sold this month?"
"You won't go back to them directly. The officers and soldiers blocked the vicinity, and the'buffalo' could not be transported in!" The enchanting woman replied irritably, and suddenly her eyes lit up: "The owner, there are guests here."
The sky was getting dark, and a faint Taoist priest walked slowly in the distance on the dimly yellow road. He was dressed in a blue Taoist robe, with a young face and a large package on his back.
Zhang Yuan, the big man in brown clothes, saw that he was a Taoist priest from afar, and took two mouthfuls: "It's a broken nose, I'm afraid it's not oily."
"Hey, the master, didn't you just say that you can bear it for the time being? Why did you think about it directly?" Zhang Jiao smiled.
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. It won't even make much money for sitting on the ground."
"No matter how small a mosquito is, it's not meat. Go to the back and wait, you don't want to scare people away." Zhang's eyes waved, seeing that the young Taoist priest was approaching nearby, and he quickly adjusted his clothes. "The guest officer, but you want to stay in a store? It's getting dark. If you go to the county seat, I'm afraid it will be midnight. Our Zhangjia Inn is a century-old store in the nearby townships and villages. The goods are genuine and fair-minded."
The young Taoist priest in the blue Taoist robe looked around, frowned slightly, and then stepped in: "It's okay to live for one night. Give the poor Tao four buns with white flour and a pot of tea."
Zhang secretly slandered: "You bull nose, you can only afford tea steamed buns, and dare to dislike my old lady's inn. If you have to avoid the limelight, you have to taste what you look like with delicate skin and tender meat tonight!"
He cursed and cursed in his heart, Zhang's face still had a faint smile, and brought the Taoist priest in Tsing Yi into the shop, wiped the table a few times: "Guest officer, please sit down, steamed buns and tea will come soon."
The young Taoist priest in Tsing Yi nodded, took the package on his back in his hand, put it on a stool, and sat down next to him.
The package was placed on the stool, and the stool sank slightly. Zhang saw it, his eyes condensed, and there was a bit of scorching heat. He used to urge the steamed buns to make tea, and walked quickly to the back into the yard and turned into it. kitchen.
"The master, the master! It's a big fat sheep!" Zhang's voice was kept as low as possible, but the eagerness in his tone couldn't be concealed.
The kitchen was in a mess, flies flying around, especially on a piece of meat hanging in the corner, and it gave off a strong smell of blood.
Zhang Yuan waved the rag on his hand and drove the flies away. The appearance of the meat is faintly visible, as if the year-old child had his legs and hands removed, and his body was halfway left: "Big fat sheep? Lady, you can see. Careful?" He was also a little excited.
"The weight of the weight on the stool, even if the old lady has never seen a hundred, there are eighty, and there is definitely a bag of gold in it!" Zhang Shi affirmed, patting his trembling chest.
Zhang Yuan rushed out of the kitchen, glanced secretly behind the curtain, and then turned around, greedy: "Such a big package, I am afraid that there are hundreds of taels of gold! It is better than we have worked for more than ten years!"
"Master, do it? Or don't do it?!" Zhang's voice was trembling, which contained a lot of worry, but more was excited.
Zhang Yuan grinned grinningly: "The sky is dark and I don't know what the ghosts are. What are we afraid of? Besides, if you make this ticket, you will not worry about wealth and honor even if you are far away!" He said as he walked back to the kitchen, "then What about the remaining Mongolian sweat medicine?"
"No, here." Zhang's turned out a palm-sized yellow paper bag from the rice tank and handed it over. "There is still a lot to stay away from the limelight during this time."
Zhang Yuan took it, poured out the finely divided white powder in the tea, and then shook it vigorously. It was completely clean and there were no traces of it. Then he picked up the steamed buns and handed them to Zhang, "Quickly give that Little Taoist."
Zhang's smile was bright and charming, and he walked to the young Taoist priest in Tsing Yi and said in his voice: "Guest, these are your four steamed buns and a pot of tea."
Taoist Tsing Yi gave her a faint look: "Just put it down, don't bother by the side."
Putting down the steamed buns and the tea, Zhang returned to the curtain with bitterness: "Is this Taoist priest blind? Wait for you to look good!"
Then, the two of them hid behind the curtain and quietly opened a gap, watching the Taoist priest in Tsing Yi eat and drink.
"Why eat steamed buns without drinking water?!" Zhang waited anxiously and couldn't help whispering.
"Okay, okay, okay, drink tea!" Zhang Yuan finally saw that the young Taoist priest poured a cup and drank it clearly, his tone was full of joy.
Zhang's mouth kept chanting: "Pour it! Pour it! Pour it!" But after a while, the Taoist priest in Tsing Yi was still eating the steamed buns vigorously. She looked at Zhang Yuan anxiously: "The master, why hasn't the Mongolian sweat medicine happened? effect?"
Zhang Yuan's murderous intent became more and more intense, so he waited more and more impatiently. After listening to Zhang's question, he whispered angrily: "Wu, the prodigal lady, is the Mongolian sweat medicine you bought is fake? ?"
"I used it once half a month ago. Isn't it effective?" Zhang was extremely aggrieved and scolded Zhang Yuan himself on weekdays, but he never scolded him.
Zhang Yuan took a look outside: "Take another pot of tea and go out, saying that today is the 100th anniversary of the opening of our Zhangjia Inn. A pot of tea is specially given away."
After re-administering the Mongolian sweat medicine, Zhang was puzzled, planning to try the effect, and took a sip.
"How is it, is it useful?" Zhang Yuan asked eagerly.
Zhang's dizziness, he quickly took two sips of cold water before he recovered; "Okay, it's amazing!"
"Perhaps the little Taoist has a special physique." Zhang Yuan guessed.
After Zhang sent the pot of tea out and returned, the two continued to hide behind the curtain and peer.
But after a quarter of an hour, the Taoist priest in Tsing Yi did not see any dizziness. Instead, he took out a copy of the Taoism from his arms and shook his head and read it.
"Will you meet a master?" Zhang's heart beat a drum.
Zhang Yuan shook his head and affirmed: "I'm also considered second-rate. Although I can't beat those masters, I still recognize it. You see, the little Taoist priest is white and tender, and he is not very old. Ordinary people. Besides, if he were a master, he would have found Mongolian sweat medicine to come to us to settle accounts."
Under greed, they all love to find all kinds of excuses to strengthen their confidence, turning a blind eye to many flaws.
The night is dark, and the cool breeze blows into the inn, bringing out a trace of gloom in the cold.
Zhang did countless evils. Although it seemed that he didn't care about it, there was always some softness deep in his heart. Every time he heard a ghost story, he was scared.
Blowed by the gloomy cool breeze, seeing the darkness of night, and seeing the monk outside Tsing Yi drinking two pots of Menghan tea but casually eating steamed buns while reading the scriptures, she had some horrible thoughts to scare herself, and she trembled. : "Dang, master, do you think you will encounter ghosts to retaliate?"
Zhang Yuan didn't expect to be reminded by the lady in this section, and he couldn't help but feel calm: "Look at the shadow under his feet, it's definitely not an evil spirit!"
"But it's always very weird, why don't you just forget about this deal?" Zhang suggested fearfully.
Zhang Yuan hesitated for a moment and was about to agree. He suddenly saw the Tsing Yi Taoist priest outside swaying and leaning to the side, knocking the parcel to the ground with a crisp sound, revealing a trace of gaps, gleaming golden light.
With heavy breathing and even more greedy desire, Zhang Yuan's murderous intent was almost at its highest point. He gritted his teeth and said: "Dao Dao ghosts are the ones who are most afraid of evil and murderous auras. That Daoist is not a ghost. If it is a ghost, I will let him Can't come and go!"
Lifting the axe, opened the curtain, Zhang Yuan strode out, and Zhang followed carefully.
The young Taoist priest in Tsing Yi crouched on the table, Zhang Yuanfei came to his back, murderously swung a sharp axe, and swiped the head of the young Taoist priest.
With the axe swinging, both Zhang Yuan and Zhang clan fell to the ground as if they were exhausted.
The two of them thought it was too nervous and exhausted to have such a reaction. They looked at each other and smiled and relaxed, the Taoist priest is not a ghost!
Zhang stretched out his hand and opened the package.
But at this moment, a gust of dark wind blew, whirled, and suddenly blown out the oil lamp. The inn immediately became gloomy and gloomy. After the package was opened, no gold was revealed, but a Pile of white spent paper money.
Zhang Yuan and Zhang's complexion was pale, cold sweat was falling, and their hearts were beating like rain, as if they were about to jump out of their chests.
There was another noise next to them. The two were dull and dull. They looked over subconsciously, and saw the headless corpse of the Tsing Yi young Taoist groping to find his head, and then set it on his neck. After a few fiddling, he clicked and recovered. The original state.
The young Taoist priest in Tsing Yi looked at the two with a smile on his face.
Zhang Yuan and Zhang wanted to make a sound, but they were suffocated in their chests, ho ho ho ho, poop, urine, tears, and nasal mucus came out, and they fell to the ground, scared to death alive!
Shi Xuan played with the murderous intent of the scarlet person in his palm, and as expected, the more murderous the intent, the better.
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