The restaurant is located in a thriving bazaar.
Various butcher shops, tailor shops, fish stalls, pawn shops, preserved fruit shops, cloth shops, rouge shops... The shouts of people doing business on the ground, accompanied by the noise of passers-by and the sounds of bargaining, can be described as filling the sky.
But it was not them who made the noise, but a vendor carrying a basket selling steamed cakes along the street.
He had just entered the market, and before it opened, he was entangled by a beggar for some reason, begging for a steamed cake. The hawker was also a big and thick man. Seeing that the beggar could not be chased away or scolded, but he kept pestering him and delayed his business. In anger, he raised his fist and tried to hit the beggar, causing the beggar's face to explode. A colorful shop.
But before the raised fist fell, someone next to him was heard shouting.
"Wait a minute and do it."
A Taoist man emerged from the crowd of onlookers.
This Taoist priest was young, with a round face that seemed to be smiling but not smiling. He walked slowly into the market with his hands behind his back, and started blaming the vendors.
"This man is very arrogant. He won't give anything if he doesn't want it. Why beat him?"
The hawker angrily defended: "This scoundrel keeps pestering you, isn't he asking for a beating?!"
"Why be so stingy?"
The round-faced Taoist shook his head.
"There are more than a hundred steamed cakes in these two baskets. What's the harm in giving alms to this miserable man?"
"This little Taoist priest is so clueless."
The vendor put the load on the ground, pointed at the Taoist's nose and cursed.
"No matter how many steamed cakes I have in my basket, which one is not steamed by me from dawn to dusk? Seeing that he has all his hands and feet, no matter how little he gets, which one is made by him with his own hands?"
The hawker was aggressive, and the round-faced Taoist didn't argue with him. He just raised and lowered his eyebrows, making a sneer, and suddenly asked.
"How much does this cake cost?"
The vendor was stunned and instinctively responded: "The big one is four cents, the small one is three cents."
After hearing this, the Taoist smiled and took off the robe from his shoulders, counted three copper coins, asked for a cooking cake, put it in the robe, and handed the opening of the robe to the beggar.
"Here, please have some cake."
The beggar must have been extremely hungry, so he hurriedly thanked him, put his hand into his robe, took out the steamed cake, and swallowed it in two or three mouthfuls.
But it’s okay if I don’t eat it. Once I eat it, my belly will growl.
If he was a shameless person, he would probably retreat in shame, but this beggar was "open-minded" and did not bother the two masters. He looked at the round-faced Taoist again longingly.
At this time, the onlookers were in an uproar, and the vendor even crossed his arms and said sarcastically.
"You see, little Taoist priest, how can these shameless rice buckets be fed?"
The round-faced Taoist was not angry at all. Instead, he laughed and opened his trousers.
"Go ahead and take it! There's still some in there. Eat as much as you want?"
People were greatly surprised when they heard this.
The round-faced Taoist's bag was not big, and it was just fine for holding some money and documents, but after one or two steamed cakes were stuffed in it, the bag was too big to hold it. But the Taoist put aside his bold words and said that he could just take it?
But what happened next was shocking.
But I saw the beggar took out a steamed cake from his cassock with his left hand. After finishing it in two or three mouthfuls, he took another cake and stuffed it into his mouth with his right hand... He fired his bow seven or eight times, and every time he kept hitting the target.
Not to mention the appearance and amount of food that the beggar ate after being hungry for eight lifetimes, the round-faced Taoist's method of making steamed cakes out of thin air aroused the admiration of the people around him and stunned the vendors.
"Transportation Technique."
In a restaurant.
The people at Li Changan's desk looked disdainful.
"Little Doyle."
But Li Changan could see clearly next to him, there was clearly envy in his eyes.
The Taoist priest then smiled and just watched the excitement without commenting.
I didn't mention the reactions of others. I just said that the round-faced Taoist might be a little younger. Listening to the exclamations around him, and even words like "living immortal", I felt a little confused for a while.
But gradually, he suddenly noticed that the expressions of the people around him changed from surprise to a bit frightened.
Fang Zi was confused.
"Taoist Master."
There was a vague voice behind his ears, and he looked sideways and saw the beggar swallowing the cake in his mouth, holding on to his robe with both hands, and looking at him intently.
"The steamed cake is gone."
The round-faced Taoist was stunned for a while, looked at the beggar, and then at his flattened robe.
His eyes were as round as his face.
"damned."
he blurted out.
"Have you become a good person?!"
He wiped off the cold sweat and was about to run away, but the beggar spotted him and pestered him to make steamed cakes. For a moment, I couldn't pull it apart.
I don't know anyone in the crowd who is narrow-minded.
"There are more than a hundred steamed cakes in this sack. What's the harm in giving alms to this miserable person?"
These words caused a burst of laughter in the audience, making the Taoist blush with laughter, but the beggar held on to him tightly and would not let go until he gave him steamed cakes.
at this time.
Suddenly there was a loud shout from the crowd.
"Taoist thief!"
But when the grumpy hawker kicked over the basket, the steamed cakes that were supposed to be full were completely missing. He picked up the pole and rushed into the field.
"If you dare to use sorcery to steal someone's steamed cakes, I'll get you!"
The round-faced Taoist ran away with his head in his hands, but unfortunately he was entangled by the blinded beggar and could not escape. He was hit several times and screamed loudly.
"Don't fight! Don't fight!"
"How is Taoism considered stealing?"
"Stop it now!"
"There are four big ones and three small ones. Look at the other cage. The big ones are all there!"
"Ouch!"
…………
Li Changan ate his fill of wine and food, and was satisfied with the excitement.
But the signature dish was nowhere to be found.
Waited for a while.
The waiter actually announced in the lobby that the signature dish was gone, please come back tomorrow!
But what's even weirder is that the diners in the restaurant are more regretful than angry, and they have promised to come back next time, which makes Li Changan puzzled.
But it was getting dark, and the Taoist priest didn't bother to care.
I just called the waiter, packed some wine and meat, and went to find a hotel nearby to stay.
It's a coincidence that this Di store is in the east of the city, and the store owner's surname is Yu.
Like many families, the husband seems to be loyal and the wife is shrewd. The couple has no children and only takes care of a little niece of the family.
After Li Changan checked in, the host arranged a private room, cleaned it, put on bedding, and added lamp oil.
Before leaving the house, he confessed:
"Forgive me, Taoist Master."
"In the past few days, a customer has suddenly increased his appetite. He has eaten up all the store's inventory and cannot buy enough. I'm afraid tomorrow's breakfast will be later in the evening."
"It doesn't matter."
The Taoist priest waved his hand.
"I just happened to go to the restaurant across the street. His family still owes me a signature dish."
The shopkeeper grinned, hesitated for a while, and whispered:
"Taoist Master just arrived in Xiaoshui today, I'm afraid I don't know much about it."
"Recently, I heard that thieves broke into the door at night to kill people and steal money. Remember to lock the door tightly at night and be cautious!"
The Taoist priest nodded.
He remembered that when he entered the city gate today, there were many people gathered under the yellow list, saying they were recruiting martyrs and offering rewards for thieves.
"I know it."
After saying that, the store owner was about to leave, but was stopped by Li Changan.
"Shop owner, do you recognize an old man named Yan Song?"
Yan Song? elder?
The shopkeeper shook his head.
"I don't recognize it."
Just saying goodbye and leaving, he seemed to have thought of something, but then shook his head, laughed, and called out.
"Amei?"
"Why."
A little girl popped out of the corner.
"Go and give that big donkey some fodder."
…………
A lamp in the room is as bright as a bean.
Li Changan covered the yellow-covered book and scratched his head, feeling quite helpless.
Usually he had a clear goal every time. He only needed to follow the guidance of the yellow shell book, find the monster, and find a way to kill it.
But this time it was better, it was directly given to a city. How did this teach him how to start? Is it possible to demolish the entire city?
Then it's not easy to use the secrecy, swordsmanship, exorcism, and wind control. You have to open a space door and go to the real world to pull a team of excavators to be reliable.
He took a boat around the city today, trying desperately to find any abnormalities.
But apart from the eight words "prosperity, live and work in peace and contentment", nothing was found.
If you really want to raise any doubts, the only word that can be used is "clean".
This "clean" not only refers to the cleanliness and tidiness of the streets, or the spiritual outlook of the residents, but also refers to monsters and monsters.
As the saying goes: There are many fairies in the wilderness, and there are many ghosts in the towns.
What it says is that in the wilderness, where there are few people and the heaven and earth are full of spiritual energy, monsters and spirits are often born. But in cities, people have complex desires, hatred, jealousy, greed, arrogance and all kinds of evil thoughts, and many ghosts thrive there. .
But the Taoist priest drove the "Chonglong Jade" around today and smelled it. He didn't smell any ghosts and ghosts at all. It was really strangely clean.
But then I thought about it, what’s so weird about “clean”? Could it be that I have been in filth for so long that I mistake normality for abnormality?
No clue left or right.
Li Changan simply lay down on the bed.
whatever.
all will be good.
sleep!
…………
Smells of blood.
In the darkness, Li Changan suddenly opened his eyes.
The light in his eyes was like lightning, which caused the sword box on the couch to buzz, but the Taoist priest pressed it weakly and it fell silent obediently.
He picked up the sword again, got out of bed, turned on the lamp, and opened the door.
Outside the door, the moonlight was dimly lit in the small atrium, and the mist that appeared at some point was lightly "spread" all over the ground. Under the moonlight, it showed a gravel-like texture.
The night wind blew by, and the "white sand" in the pool began to flow, slowly pouring into the ajar door opposite.
And the faint smell of blood escaped from the gap in the door.
…
"Crunch."
The sound of the door shaft turning was particularly harsh in the silent night.
Li Changan opened the door.
The pale moonlight mixed with the fog poured into the room.
Everything seemed to be normal in the room, and there were no signs of fighting. There was only one man lying on his back on the bed, eyes wide open, silent, and had no reaction at all to Li Changan's uninvited arrival.
Li Changan knows this person.
It was the guest of this room. The Taoist priest had talked to him a few times before. He said that his surname was Qian and his name was Dazhi, but he laughed at himself that he had no ambition at all. He only wanted to have a rich family, a family full of children and grandchildren, and a group of wives and concubines. He came to Xiaoshui this time to sell wine, but he came early. This year's new batch of wine had not yet left the cellar, so he had to stay temporarily in Didian.
Unexpected, ambitions that were not ambitions were not realized... Li Changan's eyes turned down and fell on the red teacup-sized patch on his chest. He silently stepped forward to touch his eyes...and died here quietly. In the foggy night.
After saying "offended", Li Changan examined the wounds on Qian Dazhi's body.
Master!
After a little inspection, Li Changan came to such a conclusion.
The deceased's fatal wound was on the left chest. The wound was narrow and thin, so he had been dead for a long time. The blood leached from the wound was enough to make a mark the size of a tea cup on his clothes. The smell of blood escaping was felt by Li Chang'an in the opposite room. Awakened.
But it's deep enough to penetrate clothes, flesh and blood right down to the heart.
Look at the utensils in the room and the quilt thrown aside on the bed.
It can be imagined that in the middle of the night when everyone was quiet, the murderer sneaked into the room silently, lifted the quilt from the deceased, and when he woke up from his sleep and opened his eyes in panic before he could scream, he used a light and thin The narrow sharp instrument pierced through the clothes and flesh in one blow, then passed through the space between the ribs, and finally penetrated into the heart of the deceased.
Clean, sharp, ruthless, kill with one hit!
Finally, he quietly retreated, not forgetting to calmly close the door before leaving.
…
Li Changan's expression was a little solemn for a moment, not only because of the murderer's clever methods, but also because...
After getting closer, he smelled a very slight evil spirit from Qian Dazhi's body.
And at this time.
Suddenly there were messy footsteps and shouts in the night.
Not long after.
The door that was half closed was kicked open.
A pair of guards with open fire broke in.
Li Changan looked at the body on the bed, and then at the blood on his hands.
"I said it wasn't me. Do you believe me?"
