Seventy-two Changes of the Evil Spirits - Chapter 86

Foreword summary:

Li Changan followed the guidance of the little yellow book and went all the way east to search for the corpse Buddha. On the way, he met Yan Xinglie, and instead of his ambition, he helped him regain the White Lotus Demon Girl. Go to Pingye City to supply supplies at the risk of revealing your whereabouts.

On the other hand, under the grand ceremony of the Thousand Buddha Temple, a zombie quietly sneaked into the Demon Cavern and worshipped the Buddha with a human head…

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The forelegs of the round-eyed sheep buckled their heads.

Faced with this weird scene, everyone reacted differently.

The mother and son flinched and hid behind, they had eaten up enough of the evil spirits, and they seemed to have nothing to do with them. And that Fu Jiulang, while horrified, was a little eager to try with his cheeks leaking face.

As for the white lotus saint, it was in the black bag of the boss on horseback.

Li Changan rubbed his chin, as if thinking of something. Yan Xinglie had already stepped forward, grabbing the horn with one hand, and drew a dagger with the other, and placed it on the top door of the strange sheep.

The sheep’s body trembled a few times, but it didn’t struggle.

The bearded man did not hesitate when he saw it, and he slid the tip of the knife into his scalp, and then slashed it along the top of his head, back to the base of the tail. When the blade passed by, only the skin was opened, but no flesh was seen, not even a drop of blood spilled out.

This is weird.

Li Changan leaned forward, and was stunned to see that there was not flesh and blood fascia, but another layer of skin under the open fur. Smooth and delicate skin is like…human skin?

With this effort, Yan Xinglie put away the dagger, grabbed the sheepskin and pulled it hard.

I saw a naked woman rolling out of the sheepskin!

………

Today outside the west gate of Pingye City, it was exceptionally lively.

The roaring gongs and drums and the loud voices blocked the front of the Chenghuang Temple.

Speaking of Pingye City God, it also has a background. The legend is that a hundred years ago, Pingye had a tyrant who committed evil, and the people of the people were miserable. It happened that Pingye had a scholarly master of spells. From the mouth of ghosts and gods, he learned that Taishan Mansion was traveling the world, so he had to pass through this city of Pingye. The scholar stopped the law to drive at night and was charged with tyranny. Hearing that the man was furious, the judge asked the judge to hook this tyrannical life. However, the heavens are permanent and cannot be changed without authorization. One life is worth one life, and the scholar died violently because of this.

The people of Pingye felt his kindness, and built gods, temples, and the city **** of Pingye, and they offered incense to him day and night.

But that was the situation decades ago.

In the past few years, the way of the world has deteriorated, and the people even have a problem with their own livelihoods. Where can they have spare energy to worship the city god, and in recent years, most of the people in Pingye have converted to a Buddha called the Baiyang Buddha, and this city **** temple has become more and more ruined. .

But now when I look at this century-old temple again, I changed the beams and columns, painted red paint, refurbished the bricks and tiles, and even hung red silk ribbons on the eaves of the doors, windows, and swaying in the wind, so impressive.

It’s just a pity that the masters of the temple, the Chenghuang Gong and Chenghuangpo, were respectfully invited out of the temple gate. A bare-chested Buddha occupied the central hall grandiosely.

After a while “cracking” firecrackers sounded.

The new host is about to attract several funded “great people”.

There was some commotion in the crowd.

It was a lame beggar knocking on a broken bowl and singing a song.

“Weird the world, weird the world, the official is a bandit, the bandit sits in the hall, the monk has occupied the Chenghuang Temple…”

When I didn’t play a song, I was surrounded by a few fat-bodied “good faith” for a good meal.

With this mess of work, the old man took the opportunity to squeeze the crowd away, then turned around and pulled out a few fat sheep from the crowd. Both the man and the sheep were covered with leaves of grass and morning dew. They came all the way early in the morning, but didn’t want to be blocked outside the city gate by the worshippers, and now they got out.

He counted the numbers with his fingers, and then rushed into the city gate.

At this time, a little boy pointed to the old man’s sheep and said:

“Aniang, why are the sheep’s pupils round?”

“What nonsense? Where are these sheep’s eyes round?”

The baby’s mother glanced, but didn’t take a closer look, just grabbed the child. How can you say such nonsense on the rejoicing day of the White Sun Buddha’s housewarming? Quickly say “Amitabha Buddha” a few times. But I didn’t see it. The sheep-boy turned around frequently, as if he had learned the description and appearance of this wife, and then he drove the sheep into the gate of the city.

Entering the city gate, the old lady walked along the roots of the wall, specializing in remote terrain, passing through a deserted street and alleys inhabited by squirrels and basil, and finally arrived at a lonely old courtyard with a white plaque hanging on the gate— Jingshen Village.

There is a saying in this world that statues of gods and Buddhas cannot be thrown away suddenly, otherwise they will turn into demons and harm people. Therefore, wherever there is spare capacity, a “respect for the gods” will be set up in various places to house the abandoned idols. This remote yard is exactly such a place. Because of the remote location and the unlucky few people came, it became the den of this old man.

“Stab it.”

He pushed open the door, and the target was a large weedy courtyard and three shabby houses. In the courtyard were the lame, broken arm, stunned, single-eared, faded… various gods and Buddhas or The seat stood up or up or down, falling on the vines and weeds, and a moment of wind squeezed in from the crack of the door, bringing up a few scents, accompanied by midges fluttering upwards.

The old man murmured a few words, but he was still a little uncomfortable with this yard. No matter how many times he visited, he always felt that these idols were like lonely ghosts, waiting for the living people coldly.

He spit on the front door, and led the sheep into the courtyard.

“Xixi Suosuo” passed for a while.

There were a few sheep missing and a few more people in the yard.

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In these rivers and lakes, although human traffickers are among the inferior ones, the most elusive existence, but they also have their own ways. This line is commonly known as “Daxuba”, and the Jiangnan area is called “Chaxu”. There is a trick in the industry, called “livestock”, that is, the secret method is used to concoct the fur of livestock, and then use this fur to wrap a living person, and then a person can be transformed into a livestock forcibly. Once this technique is performed, if the fur is not untied for a long time, the person in the fur will be completely transformed into a livestock. When it was introduced, the skin was peeled, the meat was chopped, and the pot was cooked. The shape and taste remained unchanged.

The old man has only fur, and the sheepskin in his hand can’t even change the eyeballs of people. If it takes a long time, let alone become a sheep, you have to pay back the body first, and then break the sheepskin. .

He peeled off the skins one by one, but saw that the yard was full of naked, but pretty young women, but each looked dull, with dull eyes, still had saliva in his mouth, and was kicked and dragged by this old man. Tucked into the side compartment.

Then fold the leather carefully one by one.

at this time.

There was a hustle and bustle outside the door, followed by a sudden and rapid knock on the door.

The old man looked tight, hid the leather in his hand in the corner, and stepped forward to stick to the door, put a hand in his arms, straightened his throat, and made a casual tone.

“Which is calling the door?”

Someone outside the door immediately responded:

“Is Uncle back? I’m Wang Cheng.”

The old man looked calmer, lowered the latch, pushed the door open, and saw a few young people outside the door carrying the statues of gods, all of them sweating profusely.

Seeing the door opened, they rushed in.

………

The new entry into this door is the city **** of Pingye.

It is shaped like a middle-aged official, the paint color is mostly faded, but the whole body is kept clean and there is not much dust.

The man who claimed to be Wang Cheng was a sturdy man who commanded a few young men to place the Chenghuangye in the corner, then gave a few coins to send away the idlers, and reached the door again.

The old man sat in front of the door, folded sheepskins on his own, and Wang Cheng began to incense the gods one by one. There are many idols in the courtyard, the old lady’s sheepskins are folded, but Wang Cheng’s incense has not been finished yet. He looked at him coldly for a while, and said:

“If these gods and Buddhas are alive, you must first clean up you and me; if they are not, what do you worship them for?”

Wang Cheng still politely bowed to the incense.

“Please peace of mind.”

The old man chuckled and happened to see Wang Cheng scenting incense to the newly-arrived Chenghuang. He wondered how he was still a pair of in-laws when he was in the Chenghuang Temple. How could he be born here in the form of a male Chenghuang only.

“Bring it back again.”

Wang Cheng gave the answer without looking back.

“The presiding monk said that he was lonely in the temple, and let the city goddess go with Baiyang Buddha as a company.”

This answer made the old man stunned, shaking his head and “tsk” for a while, until Wang Cheng finished the fragrance, sat in front of him, and asked:

“This time is one day later than expected?”

The old man said a few unlucky words one after another, and told the story of Fu Jiulang’s entanglement in the morning and night down the mountain.

Wang Cheng frowned and seemed to chew the old man’s words several times before speaking again.

“Are the’goods’ still available this time?”

“One is left…” the old man asked tentatively, “Should you abandon this yard?”

“That Fu Jiulang is a ranger from Sakon, not to worry about it, but the Taoist priest you mentioned and the man in black afterwards…”

Wang Cheng thought for a while.

“I heard that Bai Lianjiao recently offered a reward to search for a person. Listening to your description, it’s quite similar. It seems to be called Yan…”

“Yan Xinglie.”

“Yes, it is Yan Xinglie.”

Wang Cheng clapped his palms and smiled, but suddenly stared at the one-eyed one. The voice that reminded him was not from the old man next to him. Suddenly, like a wild cat with exploded fur, he leaped up, turned and pulled a short knife from the corner of the wall, and then looked in the direction of the sound source.

But seeing a Taoist with short hair squatting on the wall, beside the Taoist, a young man with dog skin plaster on his cheeks was shaking trying to maintain his balance.

“Why did the old man leave without saying goodbye.”

The Taoist smiled while talking, and at the same time jumped into the hospital, and then Shi Shiran moved a few steps, faintly blocking the direction of the door.

The old man saw Li Changan. He was taken aback for a while but quickly settled his mind. He winked at the squinting man, but changed his head to a smiling face. He followed Li Chang’an’s words and asked if it was right.

“It’s also not for the little old man, patronizing in a hurry…”

He took a few steps forward, then turned around to greet Wang Cheng.

“Acheng, what did you do with the knife? Put it down! Put it down! This Daoist is not a bad guy… Do it!”

The old man smiled and took a few steps closer, but suddenly changed his face, but the target was not the Taoist priest, but Fu Jiulang who had just jumped into the yard and had an unsteady footing. And that Wang Cheng also followed closely, holding a short knife without using his hands, and only lay between the Taoist priest and Fu Jiulang.

Only then did Fu Jiulang stand steady and watched this scene. I don’t know where he was regarded as a soft persimmon by the other party. Immediately he was furious, and didn’t use the new matching blade at his waist. Relying on his height and long arms, he opened his arms to catch the old man’s neck.

Unexpectedly, the old man didn’t evade, only shrank his thin body, covered his head, and bumped into Fu Jiulang’s arms. Fu Jiulang smiled happily, and then came to grapple, but he didn’t look at it, the old man quietly plunged one hand into his arms.

“Watch out!”

Fu Jiulang heard a reminder in his ears, a bright silver light burst into his arms.

In the moment, he only felt that the lead was tight, and he was actually dragged back by two steps in his life.

After a daze, he fixed his eyes and saw that the silver light in the old man’s hand was a fishskin dagger.

If it weren’t for the leader to take a step forward, wouldn’t he have been calculated by this old man and broke his stomach on the spot.

“Old thief…”

Fu Jiulang was so embarrassed and angry that he gritted his teeth and pulled out the matching blade from his waist to find the place back.

Unexpectedly.

The old man glanced at Wang Cheng, who was still rolling his eyes on the ground, and looked at the long sword that the Taoist priest had not been sheathed from beginning to end.

………

Fu Jiulang was so angry that he stuck his chest.

He glanced at the two traffickers who were **** by five flowers, the upper and lower molars were creaking. But on weekdays, he prides himself on being upright, disdainful of humiliating people who cannot resist, and now I can only breathe with myself.

Li Changan inspected the abducted woman in the wing, and when he came out, he saw Fu Jiulang like a stray dog, turning around in the yard, looking for something that was not pleasing to the eye, and cursing in his mouth.

“Oh, this kidnapper who should kill a thousand swords worships Buddha very diligently…” As he said, he pulled up a piece of incense, but sneered.

When Fu Jiulang mentioned this, Li Changan only noticed that even though the courtyard was full of green smoke, there was no smell at all.

“What you said is wrong.”

The old man covered his head and said nothing, but the squinting guard heard someone doubt his “piety”, but he was not convinced.

“One stall goes to one stall. Although I am doing a wicked business, I am not vague about paying homage to the Buddha and the gods. Every family in Pingye City worships Buddha and burns incense in households. You go out and ask, which one doesn’t know, this The odorless incense is the finest incense used to honor the Baiyang Buddha.”

After that, he glanced at Fu Jiulang with the remaining eye.

“You Fu Jiu is still Pingye…”

“This pickled syrup…”

Fu Jiulang immediately acted for sex, but after all he couldn’t suppress his anger and wanted to fix him, but Li Changan stretched out his hand to stop him.

The Taoist leaned forward and pulled up a pillar of incense from the gods and Buddhas whose arms were unknown.

From the standpoint of craftsmanship alone, it is exactly as the Sing Eye Guards said, it is a well-made and good fragrance, but it has no smell… Li Changan’s expression moved, his wrist was turned, and a dragon jade rune ignited at his fingertips, and the end of his nose With a sniff, it changed color.

The Taoist asked in a deep voice, “You said everyone in Pingye County is a good Buddha?”

Without waiting for Wang Cheng to answer, Fu Jiulang yelled and cut off the conversation.

“Where is the Buddha who would **** other gods as his wives? I think they are all fornicating fake Buddhas!” Fu Jiulang sipped, but the conversation changed. “But it is true that every family worships Buddha and households burn incense. Many of my elders also Worship this Baiyang Buddha.”

After all, perhaps to prove that he is from Pingye, he talked about a rumor.

“I heard that some idiots who came to Pingye because of avoiding the war, just because they believed in the Buddha, they would rather starve to death with their wives and children, and change their last possessions for incense candles to worship the Buddha, and ask for a pure land of white sun.”

So ridiculous? Li Changan frowned.

“In that case, the government has never controlled it?”

“Control?” Fu Jiulang sneered, “This Baiyang Sect was brought in by several officials.”

The Taoist nodded, thoughtfully.

………

A few hours later, a secluded courtyard.

“This is Chengliang, my former army Zhongpaoze, and the chief officer of Pingye Town.”

As agreed, Li Changan and Yan Xinglie met, and they were mysteriously taken to a secluded yard by their big beards, where a man in official uniform was waiting. The man’s demeanor and movement are quite similar to Yan Xinglie’s, with some traces of military service in his behavior, but he is a little blessed.

“This is Dao Xuan Xiao, this time I can reach Pingye safely, and it all depends on Dao Master’s help.”

“where…”

Just as Li Changan was about to say a few polite words, unexpectedly the man bowed down like a jade pillar pushing a golden mountain, and the Taoist hurriedly supported him.

“What is this?”

“Sizhong’s mission this time, others don’t know the dangers, don’t you know Cheng, if it weren’t for the help of the Taoist leader, he would be afraid of…”

Without saying the rest, he was dragged from the ground by the big beard.

“The freedom of favor that Yan owes to Yan will pay it back. Where do you need to pay your respects?”

As he said, the beard patted Chengliang’s shoulder again and smiled.

“I have said so many times, don’t call me “Jiangzhu”. You and I are no longer in the army. I am no longer the former captain of Zhechong, and you are no longer the generals of the Chinese army. You and I are brothers. Be commensurate.”

After finishing speaking, before the man could speak, he turned his head and said solemnly to Li Changan:

“The plan has changed, and I’m afraid it will be delayed for a day in Pingye.”

…

“Pingye doesn’t have a magic needle?!”

This result was unexpected. According to Cheng Liang’s explanation, although this magic needle is not very rare, it can only be distributed to various guards in the world, and only one or two can be prepared. Unfortunately, the Fusi of Pingye Town suppressed a powerful demon a few days ago, which consumed a lot of talismanic artifacts, and even the demon needle at the bottom of the pressure box was used.

“In that case, if you want to cross the magic needle, you have to go to other health centers?”

“It doesn’t have to be.”

Cheng Liang explained:

“The fact that the materials are exhausted has been reported long ago, and new talisman artifacts will be added to the treasury soon, but it will take some time.”

“how long?”

“According to the notice in the official document above, it will be delivered tomorrow.”

………

Narrated some old things and told some new things.

First, Chengliang had to deal with some official duties, and secondly, the two Taoist priests had to be slightly modified. He left and left the yard, turning around a few street corners, but suddenly stopped.

“how?”

An eager voice was inserted next to it. A bald head seemed to have been waiting here for a long time, and the fat head and big ears were the presiding monk who occupied the Chenghuang Temple this morning.

“Speak down!”

Cheng Liang made a silent gesture and pulled the presiding monk into the unmanned narrow alley next to him.

“Yes.”

He opened the corners of his mouth, where there was a little bit of previous boldness, and his face was full of gloom.

“Notify the young master that the saint is in Pingye.”