Chapter 177: "Pig" on the palm 1

Chapter 177 "Pig" on the palm 1
In the morning, the streets are already crowded. The morning market has also been set up a long time ago, and there are bursts of attractive fragrances from the early stalls.
A little Taoist priest stood in front of the bun shop, yawning and said to Xiao Er: "Bring me two buns."
"Okay, the path is long, is it still stuffed with sauce?" Xiao Er obviously knew the little Daoist and asked familiarly.
"En." The little Taoist nodded. He is carrying a mahogany sword on his back, a gossip mirror hanging from his waist, and his hair is casually with cloth strips. The light blue coarse cloth shirt on his body is a bit worn out, and only the Tai Chi Dao pictures on the back can barely tell the truth. It is a Taoist robe. It seems that he is eighteen or nineteen years old and looks ordinary, with only those eyes, clear and energetic, adding a clear distinction to the overall appearance, slightly dark skin, and looking very energetic.
This little Taoist, named Yan Zhengya, was the only Taoist in the only Taoist temple within a hundred years. In this world, many goblins are rampant, and naturally there will be demon masters. The little Taoist is deeply rooted in the master’s true biography, and is a demon master.
Yan Zhengya took out a few copper plates and handed them over, then took the buns and began to chew. Just after eating a bun, there was a rapid footstep and a heart-piercing shout behind him.
"Long Dao! It's hard for me to find you." A loud voice suddenly sounded behind Yan Zhengya, almost dropping the bun in his hand in shock.
"Speak well." Yan Zhengya had a headache. In fact, as the only demon eliminator in more than twenty villages and towns nearby, his business is still good. But he often met some weird customers, and then put forward some weird requests, leaving him speechless. He has an ominous hunch now.
"Ah, Master Xiaodao, my master invites you to catch a weasel." The speaker stood firm in front of Yan Zhengya and said with a serious face, "The matter is very serious. This weasel is very cruel. Please. Be sure to catch it."
"Oh?" Yan Zhengya frowned, "Why is it cruel?"
"This ferocious weasel, came to drink my master's wine secretly. That's all. When the master entered the room, he put a fart on the master and vomited the master. The master told you to catch this one. Weasel demon. Then, let it fart and smell it so that it can get revenge." There was no joking on the face of the person who spoke, and he was extremely solemn.
"Oh, goodbye." There was a black line on Yan Zhengya's forehead, his hunch came true, and he met such a strange customer again and made such a strange request. After saying this, Yan Zhengya turned and left.
"Master said, ten taels of silver!" A voice floated.
Yan Zhengya stopped, stepped back, stood in front of the man with a righteous expression: "Expelling demons is to walk the way for the sky! It is our duty to eliminate demons! Let's go, take me to the crime scene first. Look, let me identify the evil spirit first, and I will definitely catch this fairy with my own hands and give your master an explanation."
"Okay, the trail will come with me soon." The speaker happily led the way.
Ten taels of silver! Yan Zhengya was thinking while walking. There is a place in the main hall of the Taoist temple that is leaking, so you have to buy materials to repair it. And autumn is about to end, so I have to buy cotton-padded clothes for winter. There is not much rice in the rice tank. It's time to buy rice. After buying these, there should be more than half of the ten taels left.
(End of this chapter)