C47

I told everything that happened in the old manor to the slovenly Daoist. From start to finish, the slovenly Daoist didn't say a single word and just listened silently. The only difference was that the expression on his face became more and more serious.

After I finished speaking, I felt a lot more comfortable in my heart. Finally, I found someone to pour out his heart to. The past few days had been really hard for me to hold in.

If I were to tell this to an ordinary person, they would definitely treat me like a lunatic. Fortunately, in front of me is a Taoist, whether he is a true Taoist or a fake one, at least he would listen to me.

After a moment of silence, the slovenly Daoist took a deep breath and said, "Oh god, you're so unlucky to have encountered such a troublesome object. Do you know what you've encountered?"

I looked at the slovenly Daoist Priest and snappily replied, "Aren't you a Daoist Priest? Why are you still asking me? I still want to ask you."

The Sloppy Daoist shook his head and helplessly said, "That's not what I meant. What I meant was that the ghost you met was very powerful and not an ordinary ghost. It has cultivation experience, and there are also many types of ghosts.

"If it's not a ghost, then what the heck was it?" I wondered.

"What you have encountered is something even more vicious than ghosts and demons. This thing is called Ghost Demon, it is cultivated to a very high level, it is not that this humble Taoist is boasting. Fortunately, you encountered me today, otherwise, you would have been killed by ghosts tonight …" The slovenly Daoist priest said in all seriousness.

"So, you can deal with that... What ghost fiend is that? " I looked doubtfully at the Sloppy Daoist.

He thumped his chest, and with a 'bang' sound, he guaranteed, "Of course, I have practiced my Tao technique since I was young. Although that Gui Sha is powerful, he can't enter into my eyes, so tonight, I will go with you to collect that Gui Sha!"

"Are you sure you want to come with me?" I asked uncertainly.

"No matter what you say, you will never be able to keep it up!" The slovenly Daoist patted his chest again.

"Not taking my money?"

"No way!"

"Then I'm relieved. Let's go now." I stood up and patted my butt. I raised my head to look at the sky and saw that it was already dusk. I didn't expect that after chatting with this sloppy Daoist for so long, I had almost forgotten what I was doing here.

I was looking for the old fortune-teller who had lied to me about the money, and when I looked around, I saw that the fortune-tellers had come again, but I couldn't find the old man who had lied to me about the money. I suddenly remembered what the old man at the stall had said, that these people at the stall often fought guerrilla warfare, and that after changing places every three days, the old man probably felt guilty, so after lying to me for two hundred dollars, he gave me a broken charm that didn't work for fear that I would come looking for it, so he didn't dare come today.

But today I did not come for nothing. I met this slovenly Daoist, regardless of whether he has the ability or not, I'll drag him out and give it a try, since it's not like I'm spending money.

The old man who lied to me about the money won't get away with it. When I have time, I'll find his bad luck.

After thinking about this, I brought the slovenly Daoist to leave and conveniently gave Mazar back to the big brother who set up the stall.

The expression in that big brother's eyes when he looked at me was a little strange. He whispered to me, "I say, big brother. Why are you being tricked again? These fortune-tellers are all liars. Don't be fooled by them."

"Big brother, don't worry. I won't give him a single cent. I just want him to do me a small favor."

After saying that, I put down Mazar and brought the slovenly Daoist to the direction of Flowerflower Lane.

After walking for a while, night came and the lights dimmed. The night life in the city started again, the streets were filled with men and women, and there was a steady stream of cars. I walked along the streets of the city with a slovenly priest, looking out of place.

That slovenly Daoist man was a chatterbox, and he never stopped talking. Along the way, he told me about his heroic deeds, how he killed demons and helped the heavens to get rid of devils, and continued to spout on the spot. My ears itched just from listening to him.

At this time, we happened to pass by a small restaurant. That slovenly Daoist Priest suddenly stopped and stared straight at the entrance of the restaurant. His eyes even started to emit a green light.

When I saw him like this, I thought maybe he was hungry, so I remembered that I hadn't eaten for a whole day, so I asked, "Are you hungry?"

The slovenly Daoist turned his head and looked at me before chuckling and said, "Isn't that so? It's been a few days since we've had a proper meal. Why don't we go in and have some?"

"How can you not be hungry? After walking this path, your mouth has never been idle. Are you tired just talking about it?" I said sarcastically.

"What are you saying? This Penniless Priest is not bragging. What This Penniless Priest said to you was all true. Back then, This Penniless Priest …"

"Stop, stop, stop!" "I did promise to treat you to a meal, but I didn't say that we would just find a place to eat. To be honest, you're poor, and I'm not much better off than you are. We're in the same boat."

The cultivator chuckled and said, "Who dares to pity you? Although I'm poor, I don't recruit ghosts. Not only are you poor, you also have a short life …"

"Heh …" Why is this fake Daoist mouth of yours so harsh? " I don't like it.

"Alright, alright …" "This Penniless Priest isn't joking with you. There's a stall on the ground, so let's hurry and eat. This Penniless Priest's stomach is already growling …"

As he spoke, the slovenly Daoist priest strode forward, searching the stalls as he walked. His wretched appearance made it seem as if he wasn't even a Daoist. I was still thinking, was I cheated again? This Daoist Priest was trying to trick them into eating a meal. However, when he thought about it, it was just a meal, and it would only cost him a few dollars.

After we walked two more blocks, we came across a stall selling slate. The slovenly monk sat down on Maza's seat and put his Sapporo to the side. He then shouted at the owner, "Boss, give me two large bowls of noodles, four eggs, two in one bowl …"

Damn, this Taoist really knows how to eat. He even added so many eggs. I sat down opposite him and said, "Sir, you should also ask for my opinion on how to eat. I didn't say that I want two eggs, did I?"

The slovenly Daoist laughed, revealing a mouthful of white teeth, and said, "The two bowls of noodles and eggs I want are all mine. If you want to eat them, eat them yourself."

F * ck, he really can eat. It seems like this guy didn't care about me at all.