You have mastered the art of thunder and you tell me that it is in a strange world?

Chapter 135 The Village Invites the Taoist Priest to a Banquet

Zhou Miao leaned back slightly, his eyes wide open.

Han Bai next to him stretched out his hand tremblingly and pointed his index finger in the direction of Mr. Donkey:
“Monster…monster…”

He was mumbling for a long time, but in the end he couldn't pronounce the word "怪".

"What kind of monster are you? I, your grandpa donkey, am a fairy's mount, please show some respect to me!"

Mr. Donkey also snorted, obviously a little dissatisfied.

Seeing that Mr. Donkey was getting angry, Zhou Miao simply reached out and covered Han Bai's mouth.

Han Bai made two humming sounds in his throat and finally calmed down.

Zhou Miao swallowed his saliva, looked around, and seeing that no one was paying attention to this place, he immediately took Donkey Uncle to a place with relatively few people.

Only then did he stop and bow respectfully in the direction of Mr. Donkey.

Noticing that Han Bai was still a little dazed, he kicked him in the butt. Han Bai then reacted and hurriedly performed a funny salute.

"Well, that's pretty polite."

Mr. Donkey nodded with satisfaction.

Seeing that he was happy, Zhou Miao asked cautiously:
"Master Donkey, who are you? Why did you just tell me that gambling is not good?"

"I am not a deity, I am just the Taoist priest's mount. I listened to the Taoist priest's lecture one day, and over time I developed some spiritual knowledge and can speak. As for why I say gambling is bad..."

Donkey Master glanced at Zhou Miao in front of him:

"Shuaer lost everything in a single thought. Would you like to swear at him with me?"

"Ah?" Zhou Miao scratched his head: "That's just small change..."

"Don't talk nonsense to me!"

Mr. Donkey scolded Zhou Miao, who immediately shrank his neck.

"You are rich. There are only a few people as rich as you in this world. I have traveled to so many places with the Taoist priest. Most people find it difficult to take out a few coins! You spend money like water without feeling any loss, but you don't know how many ordinary people's livelihoods you have ruined!"

He turned around again and pointed his big donkey head at Han Bai who was still listening to the opera:
"Let's talk about him. I heard your monologue just now and know that you want to make money through gambling, but aren't you afraid that he will think gambling is an easy way to make money? And become addicted to gambling? If you weren't with him, his life would be in danger!"

Zhou Miao felt that this old donkey's view of things was a little extreme, and people with a normal mind would not be led astray by him. However, when he thought that the person opposite was a fairy's mount, Zhou Miao kept everything he wanted to say in his stomach and said nothing.

After hearing Donkey Master finish his scolding, he smiled bitterly and said:

"But, Master Donkey, this is the only hobby I have in my life. Every day I study various gambling games, raise crickets, dogs and chickens, play dice, cards and other games. If you let me stop this game, it would be like asking for my life!"

"Hey! You are such a stubborn guy! What's wrong with your brain that you like to play with this thing?" Mr. Donkey was also angry: "I said so many things for the cow!"

"If you want me to give up this hobby, you have to give me a substitute." Zhou Miao also looked very innocent.

"Then why are you asking me? I'm just a donkey."

Zhou Miao: “…”

The atmosphere around them suddenly became awkward.

"Brother Zhou, are we still going to the gambling village?"

"Go... or not." Zhou Miao saw the donkey still glaring at him, and could only smile helplessly: "Donkey Master, I didn't want to come here today. An old friend of mine from Kyoto in that village invited me to go over. Can I not go today? I'll go meet my friend, and then give some money to my new brother and ask him to save his sister. That should be fine, right?"

"Someone asked you to go to the gambling village? Who? Have you seen him?" Donkey Master glanced at him.

"He is a pen pal of mine in Kyoto. We have been exchanging letters for a long time. He is also a gambler and we have many similarities."

"Why do I feel like this is a pig-killing scam?" Donkey rolled his eyes: "You can't have never been to the underworld, what if you get robbed?"

"I don't have any special abilities, so I've prepared a lot of ways to save my life. It shouldn't be a problem."

Mr. Donkey has nothing to say.

He always felt that this Mr. Zhou was like the silly son of a landlord.

"Did your pen pal give you anything?"

"It's true." Master Zhou searched his arms, took out a bronze plate and held it in his hand.

The word "痴" (idiot) is written on it.

"He thought I was a gambling addict, so he gave this to me. It's well made. I like it very much."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhou Miao suddenly felt a slight vibration under his feet.

Looking up in confusion, he looked towards the other side of the river.

Half of the sky over there was burned blood red.

And beside his ears, he could hear the shouts of other people in the village:
"There's a fire in the gambling village!"

……

Zuo Chen took Caiyi and flew across the river. This time he flew a little lower on purpose. Although Caiyi's legs were weak, at least she didn't fall on the clouds.

I managed to overcome my fear of heights a little bit. When he reached the top of the gambling village, Zuo Chen looked down and found that this place was indeed much larger than the village he had just visited.

The whole village is arranged in an orderly manner. The roads in the middle are paved with bluestone or wooden boards, and various trees that bring wealth and treasure are planted on the sides. Although the area is not large and there are not many houses, looking from top to bottom, it is even more prosperous than the Linsen City outside!

From the perspective of observing Qi, Zuo Chen saw a large area of ​​turbid air, one piece connected to another, rising and falling, like a wave of muddy water.

Among them, there are a few small streams of clear air that are like small boats in a storm. It seems that if they are not careful, they will be swallowed up by the huge waves and there is no way back.

Probably one tenth.

It is impossible that the entire gambling village is filled with evil people who are obsessed with gambling. There are also honest people who were deceived into coming in and ended up losing everything.

After thinking for a moment, Zuo Chen took out a thick stack of talismans from his arms and handed them to Caiyi.

Caiyi was slightly stunned when she got the talisman in her hand. She originally thought that Zuo Chen had stuffed a handful of disaster talismans into her hand and asked her to stick them up in the village. But when she turned over the talisman, she found that most of these talismans were used to avoid disasters and save lives.

What happened? Did the Taoist priest change his personality?

As if he had seen through Caiyi's thoughts, Zuo Chen explained helplessly:
"There are still good people in the village. I may not be able to take care of them if I start a fight, so I need you to lead them out of the village."

Caiyi finally understood, nodded seriously, and patted her chest to assure herself that she could do it.

There was actually a long table in the central square of the village, which was filled with all kinds of delicious food. The style was no less impressive than that in Sima's mansion.

It seems like he is going to entertain someone.

Waving his hand to disperse the clouds under his feet, Zuo Chen fell from the sky with his colorful clothes.

After reaching a safe height, Caiyi's expression eased a lot. She seemed to suddenly feel that it was not impressive enough to appear like this, so she pinched out a few small beans in her hands and scattered them into the air.

The next moment, six people in colorful clothes appeared, three on the left of Zuo Chen and three on the right. They all held various musical instruments in their hands and sang an unnamed tune, which was elegant and fresh, just like literati using a ditty to express their emotions.

Zuo Chen laughed in silence, but didn't say anything to Caiyi. He just put his hands behind his back and went down with Caiyi.

The traveling merchant who was waiting at the banquet also heard the unusual noise coming from the air. He looked up subconsciously and saw this scene at a glance.

Even though he was mentally prepared, the traveling merchant's heart still skipped a beat when he saw this.

He had seen the immortals on earth and the princes who commanded heavy troops, but no matter who appeared, none of them had such style.

It is not the strength of numbers, nor is it the strength of a hermit master.

It can't even be said to be the aura of an immortal.

He simply felt that the momentum was suffocating him.

It was as if the emperor was traveling on a golden road, and the sky was tilting with him.

But the traveling merchant soon calmed down.

Just because I can’t deal with it myself doesn’t mean the Grand Master’s formation is ineffective!

Seeing Zuo Chen land, a group of people in colorful clothes also transformed and became one. The traveling merchants did not move, but bowed in the direction of Zuo Chen across the entire table:
"I have long heard of the Taoist master's name. Seeing him today, I can see that he is indeed extraordinary, like an immortal. It really opened my eyes!"

Zuo Chen looked him up and down.

He was wearing a slightly ragged coarse linen outfit, three layers of thick and bloated clothes inside and outside, with a wide upper body and thin lower body, looking like a wooden man. He was wearing a jacket on the outside, a hat made of three pieces of cloth on his head, with a layer of dirty cloth wrapped around the outermost circle, and two different colors of cloth sewn in front and back on the top of his head.

At first glance, he looked very plain, not much better than the old farmer who grew vegetables in the fields.

His face was a little pale, with a small black mustache hanging on his chin. Looking closely, it didn't look like it had grown naturally, but rather looked like it was painted on.

Zuo Chen could tell that the person in front of him was not a real person, but a paper figure.

He probably valued his life and was afraid of being slapped to death by Zuo Chen, but he also really wanted to show off in front of him, so he used this method.

After taking a look at his attire, he suddenly asked, "Are you someone who doesn't want to forget about me?"

The traveling merchant was slightly startled, then immediately smiled and said:
"Have you seen me, Taoist priest?"

"I haven't met you before, but when I was traveling in Xuzhou, I had a traveling companion. He had a village, and many people in the village were harmed by a traveling merchant."

After saying this, Zuo Chen looked at the traveling merchant with burning eyes.

"Is that you?"

The paper-made traveling merchant showed no change in expression and fell into silence.

After a while, he spoke:

"I spent a lot of effort to raise that baby..."

"very good."

Zuo Chen snorted coldly and said nothing more. He formed a magic spell with his left hand and dark clouds were already rolling in the air.

Pure white barrel-shaped thunder rolled among the clouds, like a thunder dragon hovering in the air.

The itinerant merchant who was fiddling with paper figures in his courtyard raised his head, and his breathing seemed to have stopped.

Half a second later, still with determination:
"Open the formation! Let's have a good fight with the Taoist priest!"

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(End of this chapter)