Early the next morning, at the gate of the small courtyard, watching Yang Ling walk away with a long-legged beauty dragging a red suitcase, several men with blue noses and swollen faces couldn't help but wipe the cold sweat on their foreheads, and then took a long breath in unison. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Finally sent the plague god away.

"Boss, should we ......?"

The strong man slapped the two panda eyes on the head of the man who spoke, "If you want your uncle, you still want to hurt me, if you hadn't brought that Australian chick back yesterday, Lao Tzu would have broken tens of thousands of dollars......?

The man who spoke just now squatted on the ground with his head in his hands, silently picking at the wall and muttering, "How do I know? That little girl doesn't look like a foreigner anywhere!"

"That'...... Boss, is that all about it?" said the tall and thin man, who was still swollen on half of his face, and his speech was a little unclear.

The strong man remembered the terrifying scenes of encountering ghosts hitting the wall several times last night, and shivered a few times and looked back at a few of his subordinates, "Did you have any strange dreams or encounter any strange things last night?"

Several men nodded together, almost scrambling to say:

"I got up in the middle of the night to pee, and there was a basin standing at the door, and I was beaten by the basin, boss, you see, I still have a few bags on my head......"

"I was beaten with a towel......"

"I was beaten up by a pair of slippers......"

"I was beaten with a toothbrush......"

"I ...... I was beaten up by myself!"

Everyone turned to look at the person who spoke, then looked at each other, and shuddered in unison, and one of them stammered, "Old ...... Boss, isn't our house a trouble...... Haunted ......?"

In the early morning of September, the temperature was still very high, but everyone felt that a gust of wind suddenly hit them, and they were suddenly terrified and their hairs stood on end.

At this moment, a middle-aged man in his forties in the alley walked over in a blue-gray gossip uniform, holding a bell in his hand, shaking it as he walked, and chanting words in his mouth.

He walked straight to the door of the small courtyard, looked at this group of men with blue noses and swollen faces for a long time, and suddenly his face changed, and he pointed to the strong man and said: "Several Yintang are black, there should be a bloody disaster these days, I am a Taoist priest of Longhu Mountain, good at subduing demons and subduing demons, exorcising evil spirits and Jing Zhai......"

When he said this, he wiped his hand on his waist, and a pile of yellow talisman paper appeared in his hand, "As soon as the talisman comes out, the group of ghosts will avoid, this talisman is called an evil talisman, and it can be worn on the body to drive away ghosts and evil spirits and keep the body safe!

The strong man's cheeks twitched a few times, and he took it and looked at it a few times, "Really, how much is it?"

The middle-aged Taoist priest straightened his clothes and said with a serious expression: "Of course it's true, how can the records of the true scriptures of the imperial talisman handed down by Patriarch Zhang be fake? Three thousand sheets, eight of you, I will count you for a total of 20,000 yuan......

Before the middle-aged Taoist priest finished speaking, the strong man raised his hand and sprinkled a talisman all over the sky, and then raised his fist viciously and said, "What are you doing in a daze? Beat him!"

So seven or eight men rushed up, pressed the middle-aged Taoist priest to the ground and beat him wildly, and the middle-aged Taoist priest squatted on the ground with his head in his hands, crying and shouting: "If you don't buy it, you won't buy it, why do ......you want to beat someone?"

The strong man sneered a few times, and beat him even more ferociously, "You are a Taoist priest of the Zhengyi Sect who ran to the territory of our Quanzhen Sect to exorcise ghosts, and you look down on us, hmm~! Which Taoist master on Wudang Mountain is not boundless in mana? You still use these few broken rune papers, Longhu Mountain...... Longhu Mountain is a fart, call the police...... You also called the police, the police under the mountain are all the disciples and grandchildren of the Taoist master on the mountain......"

The middle-aged Taoist priest cried even more happily!

I didn't look at the yellow calendar when I went out today!

I don't blame the bad year, I just blame myself for being too anxious and crossing the line!

……

Today's Wudang Mountain is crowded with people, and a large number of tourists are coming for this Taoist event.

Taoist priests from all over the country, lay monks, Langzhong who shakes bells to sell dog skin plasters, fortune-telling priests holding gossip flags, anyway, the characters of the rivers and lakes that can only be seen in costume film and television works on weekdays are mixed with the crowd and looming.

Then the crowd slowly converged into a flow of people, and walked towards the entrance of the scenic spot of Wudang Mountain, Yang Ling and the girl were mixed in the crowd, and they couldn't go fast, so they could only move forward slowly, and after about half an hour, the two finally moved to the entrance.

However, what drove them crazy was that before it was their turn, a large railing was lowered at the entrance, and then the staff hung up a sign: stop checking tickets!

Now the people behind are gone, although there are a lot of people who go in, but there are also a lot of people who stay outside, under the big sun, everyone scolds, and many tourists begin to quarrel with the staff.

An administrator with an armband shouted with a small loudspeaker: "There are too many tourists entering the mountain, and many scenic spots in front of us have been blocked, and they are being diverted, please wait patiently......

Yang Ling felt that his back was poked a few times, and he didn't bother to turn his head back, so he couldn't help but ask angrily: "Hey~!, what's the matter with you?"

"Don't hey, my name is Yunxi!" the girl followed behind him and pouted a little dissatisfied.

"Okay, Miss Yun, what's the matter with you?" Yang Ling asked helplessly, although the two had known each other for a day, Yang Ling had never asked her name, mainly because he was too lazy to ask, anyway, after Wudangshan went back, the two would be like they had never seen each other in their lives, and they would never cross paths again.

"Do I still have to buy a ticket to enter the mountain?" Yun Xi asked in a low voice behind him.

Yang Ling was stunned for a moment, slowly turned his head to look at her, Yun Xi's face slowly turned red, and then lowered his head and hummed: "I hate it, why are you looking at people like this again?"

Yang Ling's cheeks twitched a few times and said, "Haven't you bought a ticket yet?"

Yun Xi nodded hurriedly, Yang Ling lamented in his heart, how stupid should this girl be to not be abducted by human traffickers, so he said earnestly, "Girl, you better go back to Australia, the mainland is really not suitable for you, have you ever seen the scenic spots in the mainland that don't buy tickets? Not only have geese plucked their feathers, mosquitoes flying over are eager to split off two taels of meat, and the public toilet has to be five cents last time, you dare not buy a ticket!"

Yun Xi stomped his feet anxiously, "Then what should I do?"

Yang Ling looked at the ticket gate in front of him, and estimated that he would really not let go for a while, so he pouted and said, "Let's go, go to the ticket gate first to see if the tickets are still sold today?"

Yang Ling walked in front, Yun Xi grabbed his clothes tightly in the back, and a T-shirt was about to be pulled into a deformed cloth pocket. (To be continued.) )