On June 19th, burial is avoided and sacrifices are suitable.

Wu Qi stood at the entrance of the East Temple and looked up at the sky.

It was raining today, from the hour of Mao to the afternoon, the ground outside the temple had become muddy, and the flowers, plants and trees were lowered and their heads were hung.

The rain was not heavy or small, and it failed to completely eliminate the daily heat. Instead, it caused a heat wave on the ground, making the ground more humid, hot and dull.

Three days have passed in the Ghost Market.

It seemed as if nothing had changed, and it seemed that everything had changed.

Wu Qi opened the box and found the clay pot he had just bought.

This cheap container is more convenient and you won't be afraid of being broken.

Wu Qi tilted the spout of the pottery jar, and a purple-red liquid flowed out, pouring half a bowl.

He picked up the bowl and tasted it. It tasted sweet and sour, but it was still worse than the Sour Plum Soup in the Lotus Pond, and the water source was different.

These days Wu Qi returned to Fuyun Temple, put down everything and focused on making sour plum soup.

Sometimes when you think too much and too deeply, you will easily fall into a dead end. It is better to get out of here at the right time, and you will be more clear-headed.

Cooking and cooking is Wu Qi's way of relaxing and withdrawing.

The cat at his feet screamed, grabbed his Taoist robe and wanted to climb up.

"Drink?"

Wu Qi put the bowl on the ground.

Xuanmao's head was buried in the bowl, her tongue licked quickly, and the sour plum juice around her mouth was wet, and she didn't seem to hate the smell.

Wu Qi opened the wooden box again, and there was a handful of noodles and a small handful of vegetables. He bought it from Shu County and was about to go back and cook it to welcome his senior brother Chen Gao.

By day, Chen Gao should come back from Jiazhou today. He is connected with the government's affairs between the Yasha and the Ghoul. Wu Qi is very relieved.

However, the statue of the East Temple still did not respond today, and only had a few days of cultivation to replenish the supply.

Yasha Huang Shiro stood at the door and looked into the distance: "Honor, it seems that someone is coming."

Wu Qi scratched the cat's neck with his fingers: "It's okay, it's a guest."

A wet figure walked out of the rain.

He was about forty years old, with a beard on his chin and his hair was tied around his head. His wide-sleeved shirt was wet and stuck to his body. There was no other lining inside, revealing his smooth and wet chest and abdomen.

The man walked to the temple gate slowly and waved to Wu Qi, "Is there anything to eat?"

"Yes." Wu Qi said.

Yan Qing nodded and glanced at Huang Silang next to him: "There are few monks who are willing to use Yasha, and Fellow Daoist Wu is still so unique."

Wu Qi just said lightly: "The reputation is earned by oneself, Silang is very good."

Yasha felt her chest straightened.

Qing Yan laughed and sat on the ground after coming in. The floor was immediately wet.

"I'm hungry, please make some food for fellow Taoists. It's best to have noodles."

“It happens to be a little bit.”

Wu Qi took out a cloth bag from the wooden box, lifted up the four corners of the cloth bag, and exposed a handful of surfaces below.

He set up a stone stove and boiled water with a pot.

There were rumbling footsteps outside.

A group of people approached quickly on the mud and water, surrounding the Dong Temple.

The leader is Xu Shujing, next to him is Ji Zhan carrying Songyun Huchi, and behind them are more than a dozen Youwei guards carrying bows and arrows and holding spears.

Xu Shujing wiped the water on her face: "Xiang, you can't run out of Yizhou, come out quickly and surrender!"

"I know, and I didn't want to escape. The world is so big, and there is no place I can hide."

With a free and easy look on his face, he twisted the water from his clothes: "Give me a quarter of an hour, let me have a full meal, and I'll go with you."

Xu Shujing frowned and looked at Wu Qi who was below: "Master, this..."

Wu Qi didn't raise his head and focused on boiling the vegetables: "You are too wet with the rain, come in to take shelter from the rain."

"No, it's just a little storm."

Xu Shujing waved: "Everyone, wait outside."

He led the way, stood outside the temple gate, his eyes locked the vine demon lining inside.

Behind them, the You Guards also stood firmly with long spears in their hands, leaving the rain to the surface without moving at all.

Ji Zhan was also with Xu Shujing. He didn't know what method he had used, but he didn't get any rain stars on his body.

His opponent warned: "Don't do boring resistance. You'd better bring it to the truth."

"If you say it, no one will believe it, no one will investigate it. Why bother?"

Xi Yan sneered, lifted her clothes, revealing a wooden nail on her waist that was nailed into her lower abdomen, and there was a circle of blood around her: "Qingchengshan's 'Crane Crater Nails' have been nailed to me. You can find it wherever you run. Where can I go? Relax, don't be so serious."

"You have to wait a moment and drink a bowl of sour plum soup first."

Wu Qi poured him a bowl.

After drinking it all, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand: "It's good, it will relieve heat and reduce fire."

After finishing his busy schedule in front of the earthen stove, Wu Qi handed a bowl of green vegetables to the sausage.

Xi Yan took a sip of the noodles and praised: "It's this taste. The noodles you cooked before were too delicious. The noodles we ate before were so light."

"When I followed the Eight Ghosts and Commanders, many people were afraid of us. But when I heard that when the Ghost King was still there, everyone would just go to the city. When they were under the Ghost King, they would even buy meat a little cheaper."

He mixed the noodles with chopsticks: "Don't you ask me about fake money in the ghost market?"

"If you want to say, you will naturally speak. Why should I ask if I don't want to say it?"

Wu Qi sat cross-legged in the futon and slowly drank the sour plum soup.

"There are not many people like you now."

After eating two chopsticks of noodles, taking a sip of noodle soup, he continued, "When the Ghosts were still there, every time they were in a big move, whether it was a fire between the Ghosts or confrontation with the monks, before setting off, the eight bosses would always bring everyone here to worship the Immortal Taoist Lord."

"Even if the King of Chilian Ghost has been away for many years, this habit has not changed."

The fungus coughed twice suddenly, as if it was choking.

"Sometimes I feel that everything is like a cycle of reincarnation. Many years ago, the demons and ghosts in Yizhou were rampant, cruel and domineering. After the King of Chicago was born, they were calm for many years. When it left, the eight ghost coaches caused storms again, until they were killed by the Heavenly Master, Qingcheng Mountain rose and stabilized for several years."

"Now, it's a new period of chaos."

He sneered: "The world of Posa is so unpredictable and refuses to stop."

Xi Yan took out a ghost money from his waist: "Fellow Daoist, how about playing a small game?"

"Guess, is this ghost money true or not?"

Wu Qi took the ghost money, touched his finger, and heard a whisper in his ear.

"Be careful of Meng Changge."

The sound of the silly comes from the ghost money in your hands.

The vine demon in front of him took noodle noodles, saying, "I'll give it to you because I've given it to you."

Wu Qi remembered what Ji Zhan said three days ago.

...

Teng Yaoqian found Ji Zhan and said that Xu Zongjun was not in the ghost market, so he could only find Ji Zhan and wanted to ask him to help see if there was fake money in his hand.

Ji Zhan used a secret technique to explore it and found that there was indeed a fake money in it, so he asked him where he came from.

Xi Yan said it was given by a demon soldier, three real money and one fake money, and they exchanged for a pack of spiritual rice to leave.

Ji Zhan left fake money as evidence and asked Jing to find the demon soldier.

On the same day, Shu Ran made an appointment with Ji Zhan to discuss. Shu Ran had only got a ghost money in the ghost market. According to what he said, the money was just the same as the one who gave it.

After the discussion, he asked for the fake ghost money and said that he would study Buddhism to see if he could find clues.

Ji Zhan didn't care at that time. Xi Yan was also an old monster in Shu County and had always abide by the law. It was not until Wu Qi told him that something was relieved that Ji Zhan realized.

Most of the cultivators who are evenly matched in competition will be scratched and bloody.

The most likely result is that after both I and Shu Ran were injured, they were poisoned by Ikiki and lost their combat power together.

In this way, the ghost market investigation was forced to temporarily suspend.

Ji Zhan determined that the silence must be related to the fake money case, and at least one of his accomplices!

...

I ate a bowl of noodles with shii shii and even drank all the soup.

He slowly stood up: "To put it bluntly, for such a big Chengdu Prefecture, all I can believe is the only one who has only met a few times."
To be continued...