Chapter 12: Old Prince There is a piece of dye hanging high on the white wall in the middle...
When they heard Li Zhou speak, everyone was stunned.
The sound was like a piece of jade falling to the ground, indescribably pleasant to the ear. The tone was innocent and the content was about catching evil spirits. It was clear that he was a young Taoist priest who was just starting out, upright and brave.
The trembling Guihua troupe master suddenly stopped trembling. This good voice made him want to be a talent. He walked forward carefully, grasped the monk Fadun's shoulder and looked over: "Little Taoist priest, so you are a human being."
That's what I said.
Li Zhou was not very happy and took two steps forward so that they could see his face more clearly: "I am not a human being. I will eat you all!"
She figured out that the evil spirit the boss was talking about was her.
Oh.
She made a grimace and said, "How is it? Does it look like an evil spirit?"
When the young boy with red lips and white teeth does this action, it not only does not make people feel scared, but also gives people a lively and agile feeling.
Not only the class owner, but everyone who was still afraid, all felt reassured and were no longer afraid in an instant.
Even Li Zhou herself did not realize that all their fear had been drawn into her body, nourishing her kidney energy.
The Guihua troupe owner smiled and said, "I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, it was too dark just now and I couldn't see clearly. Little Taoist priest, are you following us to help catch ghosts?"
What kind of help? Li Zhou glanced at the silent monk and nun and said tactfully, "As a demon hunter, I have no choice but to do this."
"It turns out to be the master from the Monster Hunting Bureau!"
The osmanthus troupe leader quickly bypassed the monk and rushed to Li Zhou: "Forgive me for my poor eyesight and for not recognizing you. Sir, the demon is just ahead, please follow me..."
This time the situation was reversed. Li Zhou was treated as the guest of honor by the troupe owner, while the monk Fadun and the female nun Tanyin could only follow behind.
Li Zhou took advantage of the class owner's inattention and curled the corners of his mouth in satisfaction.
"Monk, why didn't you say anything just now?" Tan Yin chuckled softly at the end of the crowd, "You also noticed that there was something wrong with that Taoist priest?"
"Amitabha." Fadun replied in a lighter voice, "I have dealt with the Demon Hunting Bureau before, but I have never heard of the Bureau employing non-human beings."
"Let's take a look at what this little Taoist priest who is shouting and catching ghosts is up to." Tan Yin stroked the bright red cassock with her slender fingers stained with cardamom, her eyes suddenly becoming charming, "The little Taoist priest's body must taste good."
Fadun's round face, which looked like Maitreya Buddha, trembled, and he looked at Tanyin in disbelief: "She is a woman."
"What's wrong with being a woman?" Tan Yin licked her lips with her bright red tongue. "Sometimes, women are happier with each other."
"Amitabha." Fadun quickly fiddled with the red sandalwood Buddhist beads and chanted the Buddha's name repeatedly.
Li Zhou, who was walking in the front, felt the gazes from behind him, and he had already put his hands on his hips in his heart. When it comes to grabbing business, it all depends on your own ability, so don't be too jealous.
How could she know that there was actually someone with impure mind who was still lusting after her body even after shaving his head.
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The group arrived at the house rented by the Guihua Keshe in Chunsheng Lane. The owner of the Guihua troupe opened the creaking door and said shyly, "The Keshe is used to touring everywhere, so we don't care much about living here... Ergou, why don't you turn on the lights quickly?"
Zhao Erbao muttered, "Calling by nickname again", but did not dare to delay. He took his two younger brothers and ran around in the yard. All the lights were lit, and the house was bright inside and outside.
It was hard to tell their ages because of the makeup, and it was dark just now. Only now could Li Zhou see the actors' faces clearly.
Apart from the troupe owner Zhao Guihua, the oldest one was only about fifteen or sixteen years old, and they were all children.
Perhaps he could see what Li Zhou was thinking, the Guihua troupe leader explained that the Keshe Keshe was a professional troupe that recruited orphans and children from poor families. These children followed him, learning while performing: "Masters, I am both a father and a mother to these children. I provide them with food and drink, and teach them everything I know. The children have never suffered any grievances under my guidance."
As he spoke, he naturally took the tips that his disciples had lined up and voluntarily handed over. Just as he was about to count the money, he remembered something and looked up and smiled at Li Zhou, Fadun and Tan Yin.
He put his purse in his pocket and led the three people to the back room. "This is where Sister Hua often comes... I buried her myself. She was such a well-behaved child, but she met with an accident and died just like that. Unexpected things happen. She was young and wanted to stay in this world. We can understand that, but understanding is understanding. The living still have to go on with their lives, right? She has to go home every night, and the children are weak and frail. How can they bear it?"
The Guihua troupe leader was mumbling as he stood in front of the wing room door. He took out the key and unlocked the door, then nimbly moved behind Li Zhou and the others: "This is it."
Seeing how timid he was, Li Zhou consoled him: "With this Taoist priest here, no monster or demon dares to act recklessly."
"The young Taoist priest is so mighty!" The osmanthus troupe's owner followed tactfully.
Glancing at the fat monk with drooping eyes, the little nun who seemed to be smiling, and Zhao Guihua and others who were standing far away, Li Zhou straightened his chest and thought, you see, she still has to be the backbone.
She opened the door and walked into the house first.
A gloomy smell of dust blew in Li Zhou's face. He was caught off guard and was hit. He sneezed five or six times.
Zhao Guihua and others took several steps back in fear, fearing that Li Zhou had been tricked.
Li Zhou opened her red eyes wide and looked around in the darkness. Suddenly, an oil lamp lit up. She looked up and saw Tan Yin looking at her teasingly, holding the oil lamp and walking towards the room on the right.
"Amitabha." With the vajra bell and pestle shaking lightly, Monk Fadun walked towards the room on the left in tacit understanding. It seemed that he had some secret that allowed him to walk on flat ground even without lighting a lamp.
The two of them reached an agreement at some point and searched the haunted house without interfering with each other. Li Zhou seemed like an outsider, feeling awkward staying where he was.
Zhao Guihua and others were observing from outside and felt that the atmosphere in the house was a little weird. They couldn't help but look worried, not knowing whether it was a troublesome female ghost.
Li Zhou rubbed her red nose and sighed secretly. She didn't want to isolate them either.
She was alone in the main hall and touched the candle on the table. Suddenly she realized a question: how did Tan Yin light the oil lamp?
Li Zhou, who didn't even know how to use a flint, stood alone in the dark for a long time, so long that Zhao Guihua and others outside the house began to look confused. Then the sound of vajra bell and pestle rang out, and Monk Fadun was about to come out.
Li Zhou was anxious, and her eagerness to see the surroundings was about to burst out. The simulator said that she was illiterate, but in fact it was not the case. This made her anxious, and she blurted out a sentence that is common in novels: "How can the light of a grain of rice compete with the brightness of the bright moon?"
"Is the young Taoist priest still here?"
Tan Yin, holding an oil lamp, also walked out with a faint light, and said in a teasing tone: "It's been a long time since I moved, but what happened..."
boom!
The whole house, inside and outside, suddenly lit up with bright candles and oil lamps.
No one expected that the room could be as bright as day.
In comparison, the candle in Tan Yin's hand was as insignificant as a firefly under the sun.
The corners of Tan Yin's mouth froze for a moment, then rose again. She felt the spiritual power released at that moment. This little Taoist priest really used authentic Taoist methods. Things were becoming interesting.
The confusion on Zhao Guihua and others' faces was instantly replaced by amazement. Just this skill of lighting a lamp was far beyond the reach of those street sorcerers.
I thought the young Taoist priest was young and unreliable, and they should slap themselves in the face.
On the other side, monk Fadun came out and looked at Li Zhou, bowed his head and clasped his hands together: "Donor, you have great magical powers."
Li Zhou, who had not yet figured out how to perform her magical powers, calmly enjoyed the gazes of the crowd. If she had a tail, it would have flown up into the sky long ago. She waved her hand and said, "It's hard work for you to search in the dark, but it's not worth mentioning. Have you found any trace of Sister Hua?"
"I don't have it." Tan Yin put down the oil lamp and looked around the bright hall.
"I haven't found it yet."
He finished, frowning slightly and looking towards the center of the room.
Li Zhou followed his gaze and saw two bright red candles. In the middle of the white wall hung a bloodstained wooden tablet. Below it was a table with a tablet on it. On the tablet was a line of words:
The throne of the prince
This tablet is placed in a container full of rice, which gives it a sense of strangeness.
Li Zhou took a step forward and suddenly smelled a sweet and tempting scent of blood. He couldn't help swallowing.
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