"Let's go! Go home and sleep! The old blind man yawned lazily, and said weakly while holding Ma Chengfeng's shoulder.

"That's it? Aren't you going to chase that demon? ”

"Are you a mountain cannon? Can we get past him on the big night? Don't worry, this Zhao Da will find that guy for us. ”

After going back, Ma Chengfeng lay on the kang and tossed and turned without sleep, but the old blind man snored like thunder, as if he was not worried about the demon running away at all.

Early the next morning, Huifang brought them breakfast.

"This is the dish my dad added to you." Huifang's father has always disliked Ma Chengfeng, not only him, but almost all the people in Tunzi don't like Ma Chengfeng and treat him as a broom star. But today's breakfast was extraordinarily rich, and the old man specially bought a roast chicken for Ma Chengfeng to get up early in the morning and go to the town.

"What kind of ecstasy did you pour on my father? My dad said I should be nice to you in the future......"

Ma Chengfeng smiled bitterly, and it was not easy to say that he had broken the old man's good deeds last night.

"Okay, don't mumble about the two of you, eat quickly, the old man will take you two to play after eating!"

The three of them walked west along the village road until they reached the door of Zhao's house, only to see that the paper man and the paper horse in the mourning hall disappeared at some point, and there was an extra line of horses' hoof footprints on the snow at the door. Ma Chengfeng, who watched it, was dumbfounded.

The three of them followed the horse's hooves and continued to walk forward, and the horse's hooves first went up the grave hill behind the village, then went around the grave hill to the east end of the village, and finally disappeared in front of the broken temple not far outside the village. There was a pile of paper ashes at the door of the broken temple, but although the paper man and the paper horse had burned out, only a pair of blood-red eyes on the paper man's head did not burn, and he still fell on the snow and looked into the broken temple, his eyes were extremely weird!

"Ahem...... cough ......" the old blind man coughed heavily.

It didn't take much effort, an old monk came out of the ruined temple full of broken bricks and tiles, and he was the same as he saw two days ago, he held an umbrella in his hand no matter where he went, the umbrella was by no means used by our modern people to cover the rain, but a paper umbrella, the umbrella surface was jet black, and there was no flower case.

"Amitabha, is there anything wrong with the three donors?" The old monk asked with a smile on his face and folded his hands.

The old blind man pushed Ma Cheng Feng away, stepped forward, and folded his hands and returned a Buddhist salute. "Master, the paper man and the paper horse in the mourning hall at home were lost last night, I don't know if the master has ever seen it?"

The umbrella monk looked down at the eyes of the paper man under his feet, hesitated for a moment, and then shook his head.

"Huh...... Maybe the old man is looking in the wrong direction, right? The old blind man rolled his eyes and walked around him. Master, how much grain has been transformed into a cold winter wax moon? ”

"Enough is enough, enough is enough!" The monk didn't know the details of the old blind man, and he didn't dare to act rashly, and replied casually.

"Oh, the weather is cold, this dilapidated temple is difficult to shelter from the wind and snow, why doesn't the master go to Old Master Hu's mansion to live for a few days? That's a big place. ”

When the old blind man asked this, the monk was obviously stunned, but he quickly put away his panicked expression. "The poor monk is not familiar with the place when he first comes to Guibao Land, so he just wants a place to shelter from the wind, and he doesn't care about the donor."

"Hey...... I am the person who worships the Buddha the most, since I have met the master, you and I are fated, come and come, I still have a steamed bun here, if the master does not dislike it, eat it while it is hot! As he spoke, the old blind man took out a hot steamed bun from the basket that Huifang was carrying and handed it to the monk.

The monk frowned, and he couldn't understand what the old blind man wanted, but he didn't dare to refuse in front of the three of them, took the steamed bun and thanked the three of them, then stuffed it into his mouth and took a bite.

"Master, you can eat slowly! Beware of choking!! The old blind man dragged Ma Chengfeng with his left hand, and Chang Xiaoman with his right hand turned around and left.

"Thank you, thank you! The donor sincerely bows to the Buddha, and my Buddha's mercy will surely bless the donor with a long life. ”

The three of them quickly walked out of the ruined temple and walked along the village road towards the town, without turning back to deal with the strange old monk.

"It's over, the person didn't catch it and built a steamed bun!" Ma Chengfeng sighed and complained to him.

"You know a fart, you have to get dirty when you catch a thief, old man, this is to test this demon first." The steamed bun was smeared with meat oil just now, and the monk didn't even notice it, which means that he is a fake monk.

The old blind man walked through the crowd with his two children to the end of the market, and he walked to a paper shop at the end of the alley and tapped on the door.

"Who? In the morning, there is no time for the dead? Don't let people sleep? The paper-binder inside shouted impatiently.

This paper shop has been around for many years, the only one in the town, who has to come to his house to buy those boys and girls who are dedicated to the dead, I heard that the boss's surname is Huang, and the three generations of grandparents are doing the business of the dead, Huang Boss has good skills, and the paper people who tie him can be real, and the villagers in ten miles and eight towns call him Huang Zha paper, presumably the paper man and paper horse in Zhao Dalingtang are also from his hands.

"Humph! It's really sad early in the morning, why are you still alive, you blind man? Come on in! "Huang Zha Paper seems to be very familiar with the old blind man.

"What? Are you so anxious to tie a paper figure to Lao Tzu? Let me tell you, if Lao Tzu dies, you have to tie 500 virgins to Lao Tzu, according to the face of the female star, do you listen? ”

"Hmph...... I haven't seen you for many years, and the blind man still has this face. If you don't go to the Three Treasures Hall for nothing, let's say, what's going on this time? ”

Huang Zhazhi is about the same age as the old blind man. The old blind man told Ma Chengfeng two days ago that he had been to Master Hu's mansion a few years ago, and he had gone with Huang Zha Paper back then. They were also entrusted by others that time, but the two of them were not skilled, and they didn't even dare to enter the door of Old Man Hu's mansion before they were scared back by that yin qi.

"Then the play should come out of the Hoho people." The old blind man said mysteriously.

"Oh? Came out? Huang Zhashi clearly understood who he was talking about.

"It's true, I've already killed a person in Lishutun, and Lao Tzu is thinking that this matter is not trivial, so I have to discuss it with you, an old thing. We have to do it today! Otherwise, it won't be easy to deal with when he inhales a few more men's yang energy. ”

Huang Zha Paper turned around and went back to the back room, knocked down a few paper figures with strange faces, and took out a bag from behind, the mouth of the bag was tied with hemp rope sturdily, and I didn't know what treasures were in it.

"Here, just wait for the thief star!" Huang Zhaji looked at Ma Chengfeng and then at Zhang Huifang, unable to tell which of these two children was the reincarnation of the legendary thief star.

"Little deflated calf, do you dare or dare to let you steal the fox fairy skin? That demon's skills are all in the fox skin, if there is no fox skin, I have my own way to deal with him! ”

Huang Zhazhi looked at Ma Chengfeng incredulously, eager to see the dust on every strand of Ma Chengfeng's hair. Cheng Feng lowered his head very shyly and showed a shy face.