The afternoon sun is lazy.
On the old eaves of the Salesian Home, there are clusters of dog tails and wild chrysanthemums.
A white-gloved raccoon cat with flat ears said: "Aow, meow, meow, meow, meow~"
A big fluffy orange curled its tail: "Meow ooh ooh ooh~"
Li Changan sat cross-legged in the backyard, basking in the sun and watching the cats quarreling.
The disaster in Cave City scared Tan Qiu'er to death.
After August 8, there were more than a dozen wild cats in the Salesian Home. They roamed around on the roof and walls all day long, turning the Salesian Home into a big cat nest. The rats nearby were in trouble, and even the neighbors were scolding me.
The long-haired thieves know how to develop sustainably. They will never touch the chickens and ducks raised by others, but the eggs they lay and the salted fish and bacon hanging in the house will depend on whether they are well hidden.
It is inevitable that people in the public are slandering: Could it be that He Wumei was attracted by some rich man? Made a profit? It used to be difficult to raise a group of children, but now I have time to feed wild cats.
What happened next also further spread the rumor.
"Brother Gui! A guest is coming."
He Wumei hurriedly ran into the backyard, with the big black cat closely behind her.
Li Changan yawned in response.
On the night of August 8th, he used his soul to control the thunder talisman. Although it was not actually activated, it consumed a lot of energy. For several days in a row, his body was very tired.
"Which one is it again? Just tell them the same thing: Leave the gift and the person will disappear."
After returning from Feilaishan, Li Changan has been guarding the Salesian Home to guard against possible revenge.
But three or four days passed without seeing the ghosts and gods of Cave City. From time to time, people came to the door to give gifts. Each one was more expensive than the other, which caused a lot of gossip.
The gifts they gave were not heavy, but they were not light either.
The answer was vague and mysterious, but after a moment's thought, you could figure out what these people were planning.
It's just that after the Ghost King's banquet, Li Changan's name spread. Some people were eager to get to know him and were concerned about the Ghost King's face, so they did these sneaky things.
One day after another.
More and more people come to visit.
Li Changan also gradually became impatient with these people who hide their heads and ignore their tails.
But this time it's different.
"This is Master Wuchen."
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Monk Wuchen is very interesting.
He can serve as the envoy of the Thirteen Families, which shows that he has a high status in Qiantang. Every time I see him, he is dressed in white and spotless, surrounded by stars and beautiful women. He does not look like a pure monk, but more like a bald prince and grandson.
He had made an appointment with the Taoist priest to visit him, and he thought that there would be a lot of cheering and fanfare during the introduction, but he didn't expect that when he actually came to the door, he carried the food and wine by himself, just like an old friend dropping by, and came alone.
Although he is still dressed in white, he feels at ease in a humble room.
Li Changan invited him to sit down in court.
The tables and stools had been used for too long, and there was a layer of dirt on them that couldn't be wiped off.
He immediately sat down without any hesitation.
But when the food and wine arrived - and the food was quite sumptuous - he frowned.
Li Changan: "Where is the waste? They are all given by others."
"Oh?" Wuchen obviously also knew about the gift-giving. He didn't ask further questions and just smiled, "It's just a good time for the poor monk to share a portion of the meal."
After saying that, he picked up a piece of steamed meat with his chopsticks.
"Coral is as soft as meat, amber is as bright as fat, the taste is bland, and the fragrance comes from smoke. Good! This is the finest Jinhua ham!"
Get another glass of good wine.
"The aroma is distant and the taste is refreshing. It should be wine brewed from cold springs in the mountains. It's a pity that there are no lotus leaves. Otherwise, large lotus leaves would be used as green cups. The wine will taste mixed with lotus scent, and the fragrance will be colder than water."
Li Changan saw that this monk was talking about drinking and eating meat.
"What a monk, where are the rules and regulations?"
Wuchen took his time and said: "What a Taoist, where are your rules and regulations?"
Li Changan said confidently: "I am a wild Taoist."
Wuchen raised his glass: "A certain monk who broke the precepts."
The two looked at each other, smiled, and drank together.
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Wuchen was so good-looking that all the girls and wives from nearby families came to look at her secretly, not knowing where the information was coming from.
But he discovered that he called Amitabha.
The women either laughed or panicked and dispersed, and the movement startled the wild cats lying on the wall to explode their fur and scream and curse.
As usual, he looked around and ignored the woman asking about the man first.
"Isn't Senior Brother Huang here?"
"There have been more and more gifts given in the past few days. Brother Huang said that those people are local snakes and have good ears and eyes. They must have received some news and dared to come frequently. He couldn't sit still and quietly went out to find out the news."
"So, the poor monk came a little late."
Li Changan stopped his cup in surprise.
The implication is that Huang Wei guessed correctly?
Wuchen sighed, smiled apologetically, and spoke carefully.
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"The ghost king established a temple?"
"That's right. Cave City has been clamoring to build a temple every year, but it has always been refuted by the Thirteen Families, and this year the noise is particularly loud."
Wuchen said with hatred.
"The ghost king has been using his evil ghosts and minions to practice evil scriptures and exploit all living beings in Qiantang, making it difficult for both the living and the dead to live in peace. Even so, he still wants to build a temple, but I don't know how to peel off the fat and get the ointment!"
Li Changan knew that the Thirteen Families had a high status, but he never thought that the Ghost King would have to bow his head and obey orders.
"Has the Ghost King been refuted again?" he guessed.
So I put my tail between my legs and be careful.
Wuchen remained silent. After drinking three cups in a row, his face looked sad.
"No, the Thirteenth Family agreed."
He smiled bitterly and explained to the Taoist priest.
"The Cave City is busy building a temple and has no intention of causing any more complications. Not to mention everyone's contribution. If he wants to erect a golden body and cannibalism, he has to apply some makeup and make his face look better."
"That's why you don't come to trouble us?"
Li Changan couldn't tell whether this was good or bad, but it was always beneficial to him.
While thinking.
Wuchen suddenly stood up and bowed to Li Changan.
"Wuchen would like to thank Taoist Master for this!"
The Taoist priest was puzzled.
"Master, could it be that I'm telling you the opposite? At the Ghost King's Banquet, if you hadn't helped me, I might not have been able to walk out of the cave city intact."
Wuchen shook his head.
"Does the Taoist Master know why the evil spirits dared to break into Xianyi Nunnery and abduct the monks, nuns and musicians in the nunnery?"
"Because of you." Li Changan said bluntly.
Wuchen was stunned for a moment and shook his head mockingly.
"The Taoist priest speaks quickly."
He also stood up and stopped beating around the bush.
"After going through Qiantang, the poor monk was the most opposed to the ghost king building a temple. I regard him as the leader of all evils, and he naturally hates me as a thorn in his side and a thorn in his flesh. The reason why he did this great evil is just to humiliate me."
"To be honest, when I learned that Master Jingxiu had been kidnapped, the poor monk even had the idea of pretending not to know..."
"But you went anyway."
Wuchen nodded: "Fortunately, the Thirteenth Family asked me to attend the banquet as an envoy, which is a blessing to the poor monk. At the birthday banquet, although I remained silent and acted as a puppet, my heart was always burning like a fire. Whenever I thought of me Bow to that evil thief..."
Wuchen gritted his teeth.
Li Changan said for him: "Are you going to violate the precept of anger?"
"It's not just anger..."
The cold light in his eyes flashed away.
He breathed a long sigh of relief again and said thanks again:
"So I want to thank the Taoist Master for saving the poor monk from the fire and water!"
Li Changan waved his hand.
"The Taoist priest should thank the monk more."
The two of them declined.
At this time, He Wumei finished serving the food and came over to sit with her.
See what they look like.
One person poured a glass of wine.
"Thank you, thank you. The food and wine have gone cold. How about selling me, the master, a thin noodle and pretending to be even?"
Li Changan then clasped his palms together.
"Amitabha, good, good."
Wuchen also followed suit.
"Blessings are boundless, it's the best, it's the best."
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He Wumei was once considered an oiran.
With her presiding over the banquet, the banquet will naturally be joyful.
Li Changan talked about the past when he first met Huang Wei.
Wuchen suddenly interrupted.
"Which mage called Fa Yan?"
Li Changan nodded.
"What's the problem?"
Wuchen's expression gradually became serious and he thought for a moment.
He said sternly:
"Does the Taoist priest know about Lunzhuan Temple?"
