Chapter 177: "Pig" On the Palm 1
In the morning, the streets are already full of people coming and going. The morning market has also been set up early, and the tempting fragrance wafts from the stalls selling breakfast.
A little Taoist priest stood in front of the bun shop, yawned and said to Xiaoer, "Give me two buns."
"Okay, Taoist priest, is it still stuffed with sauced meat?" Xiao Er obviously knew the little Taoist priest, and asked familiarly.
"En." The little Taoist nodded. He was carrying a mahogany sword on his back, a gossip mirror hanging from his waist, his hair was tied up casually with strips of cloth, and the light blue coarse cloth shirt on his body was already a bit worn out, only the Taiji Dao diagram on the back could barely see the original It is Taoist robe. He looks like he is eighteen or nineteen years old, with an ordinary appearance, only those eyes, which are clear and energetic, which add to the overall appearance. The slightly dark skin looks very energetic.
This little Taoist priest, named Yan Zhengya, is the only Taoist priest in the only Taoist temple within a radius of a hundred miles. In this world, many goblins are rampant, so there are naturally demon exorcisers. The little Taoist has won the master's true biography and is a demon exorcising master.
Yan Zhengya took out a few copper coins and handed them over, then took the buns and started to chew. Just after eating a steamed stuffed bun, there were hurried footsteps and heart-piercing shouts from behind.
"Xiao Daoist! I had a hard time finding you." A voice full of emotion suddenly sounded behind Yan Zhengya, almost dropping the bun in his hand in fright.
"Speak well." Yan Zhengya had a headache. In fact, as the only exorcist in more than 20 nearby villages and towns, his business is still good. But he often meets some weird clients and makes some weird requests, which makes him speechless. He now has a premonition of foreboding.
"Ah, Xiao Daoist, my master asks you to catch a weasel demon." After standing firmly in front of Yan Zhengya, the speaker said with a serious face, "The matter is very serious, this weasel demon is very cruel. Please Make sure to catch it."
"Oh?" Yan Zhengya frowned, "Why are you so cruel?"
"This ferocious weasel demon came to steal my master's wine. Forget it. When the master entered the room, he farted on the master and vomited the master. The master asked you to catch this one!" The weasel demon. Then, let it fart for itself to smell, so that it can avenge its revenge." There was no hint of joking on the speaker's face, and he was unusually serious.
"Oh, goodbye." There was a black line on Yan Zhengya's forehead, his premonition came true, and he met such a weird client again and made such a weird request. After saying this, Yan Zhengya turned around and left.
"The master said, ten taels of silver!" A voice floated.
Yan Zhengya stopped, stepped back, and stood in front of the man, with a righteous face on his face: "Exterminating demons is to do justice for the heavens! It is our duty to exorcise demons! Let's go, take me to the scene of the crime first. Look, let me identify the demon spirit first, and I will definitely catch this demon with my own hands and give your master an explanation."
"Okay, Xiao Daochang quickly follow me." The person who spoke happily led the way.
Ten taels of silver Hey! Yan Zhengya was thinking while walking. There is a place in the main hall of the Taoist temple that is leaking, so we have to buy materials to repair it. And autumn is coming to an end, I have to buy cotton clothes for winter. There isn't much rice left in the rice tank, it's time to buy rice. After buying these, there should be more than half of the ten taels of silver left.