Becoming an Immortal from the Northern Song Dynasty

Chapter 48
"It's been more than two days, these immortal generals are really powerful, they are really gods!"

In the Taoist Temple of Longevity, a few believers gathered in a group of yellow-turban wrestlers who looked at the back of the square in reverence, expressionlessly carrying wood, bluestone and white jade, and whispered.

"It's more than that. The immortal generals don't even need to eat, and they don't even accept incense offerings. Yesterday I was ordered by Lu Daochang to cook eighteen dishes for the immortal generals, but they were all rejected."

The chef at the side was holding a pot and spoon in his hand, and said with admiration: "I think that a certain restaurant was famous in Bianjing and inside and outside the mansion back then, and even the abbot of Daxiangguo Temple missed it for a long time, so he had to come to the door in person Come to invite someone, who doesn't boast and who doesn't know?"

"Chef Luo Du, your meals are for human beings. Immortal generals don't eat human fireworks, so they are not blessed to enjoy them."

"Tch, what do you know about a young boy?" Luo Duchu's chubby five-short figure tugged at the collar of the greasy Taoist robe and praised: "Didn't I say that the immortals don't eat incense, look at the tribute over there." table."

Several people heard the words, opened their eyes and looked, and they saw a mahogany tribute table with a length of two feet on the side of the square.

There are incense burners, yellow flags, talisman coins, fruit plates, roast ducks, braised pork heads and other things on it.

Green smoke curled up, but seeing all the immortals passing by, they turned a blind eye, as if they couldn't see the tribute table, they just walked around and continued to do their work.

"Good Immortal General, you can be said to be so valiant and full of vigor, he is about to build a temple!"

"If the immortal general hears your doggerel, you will be punished for a serious crime of disrespect."

The man was stunned immediately, and he slapped his lips and said with an apologetic smile: "The poor man is joking, no wonder..."

……

Not to mention that everyone in the Taoist temple was watching the yellow scarf wrestler like a curious baby and was chattering endlessly. Zhang Yuqing had already quietly concealed his figure, and flew out of the range of Xishan to the west of Bianliang.

"It's been two or three days since the magic star appeared. It's time to make some noise and stir up the atmosphere, lest everyone live too comfortably and forget about this important matter."

He murmured in a low voice, not long after he walked, he saw a town stationed about fifty miles away from Bianjing, with a few lines of blue cooking smoke hovering in the air.

Zhang Yuqing pressed his sword light and entered the small town, but he saw that there were about a thousand households in the area, and the center was built as a blockhouse, and the rest were scattered around the small town.

The owner of this place is surnamed Wang, who is mainly engaged in the tea business. Most of the villagers in the town are his relatives, employees, and servants, who are responsible for taking care of the surrounding tea mountains and recuperate here.

Wang Haoshen's nanny's family lives in the watchtower. He himself is not here at present, and only in September and October will he bring his family and children to the tea house to escape the summer heat.

'Just choose here. '

With a mental thought, Zhang Yuqing turned into a salesman carrying bamboo poles full of goods, dressed in coarse linen clothes, leaning on a bamboo stick, sweating profusely, and walked into the Wang Family Tea House.

He held a string of drums in one hand and beat the board with the other, and when he struck casually, there was a dull drum sound.

"Boom--!"

"Sewing and scissors, half a piece, egg brown sugar, quenching thirst and quenching thirst. The old man eats it, and the child does not panic. The child eats it, misses mother during the day, and does not wet the bed at night~"

The children in the village heard this, and hurriedly gathered over, shouting: "Wu Na shopkeeper! Do you have any fun gadgets?"

Zhang Yuqing glanced sideways at the child who made the noise, saw that he was eight or nine years old, with braids tied into the sky, and a longevity ring around his neck. He knew it well, shook his head and said, "My child, I don't sell those things, I only sell some. A good product for home, eat the seeds."

"Go and call your adults, don't make trouble!"

Seven or eight children scattered in a hurry, and after a while, the adults of each family came forward to pick out the goods.

"Hey, the things you sell are too commonplace, I have them in my house. What's the matter? Is there nothing new in Bianliang now?"

A white-haired old woman squinted her eyes to pick the goods in the load, and said in a tone of disgust.

Several women heard the words and observed them carefully. Sure enough, they saw that the sewing scissors in their hands were rusty. They were clearly unsalable under-the-box goods. Pickled things are here to play with us, who cares about you with these scraps of copper? Hurry up and put them away, and come back next time when you pick up good goods."

Zhang Yuqing retorted anxiously: "Where did you lie to me? My scissors are produced by a time-honored brand, and my needles and threads are also good things. Look!"

He pulled up a handful of messy thread and handed it to the onlookers, and it really was a dull, unrecognizable inferior product.

Everyone said kindly and said: One thing to say, your goods are indeed a bit rubbish, you should consider changing your career.

The two groups of people were arguing fiercely, but the old woman in the crowd suddenly asked: "The peddler, I ask you, where did you get this batch of goods from?"

Zhang Yuqing threw the needle and thread into the burden, and said angrily: "I have worked so hard to collect all these things from Luojia Village, and you still don't like it?!"

Unexpectedly, the old woman's face changed suddenly, and she asked again with a trembling tone: "You, you, you repeat it? Where did you get it from?"

"Luo Family Village!"

"Could it be, is it going downstream to Naluojia Village?"

"Exactly!"

"Ah!" In the clear sky, the old woman's face suddenly turned pale, and hurriedly threw the goods in her hand back into the salesman's burden, as if she had heard something unbelievable and was so frightened that she fell to the ground and shivered.

Many villagers in Zhuangzi were attracted by this scene at this moment, and gradually surrounded them.

"Then Luojia Village... three years ago, the whole village died because of the embankment burst upstream!" The old woman raised her finger tremblingly and pointed at the shopkeeper, her tone filled with incomparable horror.

"How... how is it possible..."

Everyone heard the disbelief in the salesman's tone, and the voice was intermittent, so they turned their heads to look at it, but saw that the ground was covered with stinky blood, and the salesman's facial features and seven orifices were all protruding, and his expression was a little confused. Unwilling, he opened his mouth to spit out blue and bruised water.

"Wow?! It's so weird!!" Everyone was shocked when they saw this, and they were startled almost at the same time, all of them panicked and fled in all directions.

Looking back, I saw the bulging body of the salesman exploded with a bang, and the smelly blood spilled all over the ground.

The old woman sees the opportunity quickly, and slips away with oil on the soles of her feet.

The next moment, the rotting body of the salesman trembled again strangely, wrapped around the things in the bamboo pole, and combined into a strange monster full of steel needles and came out!

"Roar--!"

The appearance of this demon is extremely frightening, and if you look at it, you will suffer from intensive phobia and die on the spot.

It raised its head and let out a stern roar, roaring in a vague tone: "Chang... Sheng... Da... Emperor!!! You can't hold back for too long, wait until I slaughter this place, resurrect my flesh and blood, In the future, I will use the blood sacrifice of thousands of human races to completely tear the blockade of the world, and let this world sink into a red sheep, and there will never be peace!!!”

(End of this chapter)