I will survive with proficiency

Back to the house.

The first thing Chen Ping did was to arrange evil spirits at home.

He now has a large number of evil spirit talismans in his hand. He brought more than 300 pieces from Lianyun City, fifty or sixty of them were discarded in the middle, and the remaining 200 or so pieces have different degrees of consumption of spiritual power, but they can still be used.

I originally wanted to find a chance to sell it.

'There's been a lot of evil during this time, and I don't know if the price of the evil-proof talisman has increased? '

'Mostly there is an increase. '

'Forget it, don't make this small difference, and keep it for your own use, after all, life is more important. '

In addition to these more than 200 pieces, now I insist on drawing 3 evil spirit talismans every day, and have accumulated 243 brand new evil spirit talismans so far.

As for the Suppressing Evil Talisman, there are 106 more.

Among them, 70 pieces have lost their spiritual power, and 20 pieces were painted during this period, but the paintings were not perfect. The rest were bought in Lianyun City and had full spiritual power.

At this time, if you don’t choose, you can use it.

Chen Ping placed some evil talismans and evil talismans in every corner of the house, on the walls, on the pendants, behind the doors, on the beams...

various risky places.

After putting away the talisman, he also took out the remaining pieces of Ten Thousand Thunder Bamboo from the storage bag and hung them on the roof beam.

Looking at the room full of talismans, Chen Ping felt a little relieved.

'It's still not enough, I won't practice today, let's draw a talisman. '

Chen Ping took a ladle of clear water and poured a few sips. After meditating, he went to the talisman making room and began to draw talismans at his desk.

Evil talisman +1.

Sense of security +1

night.

Tonight's night is extremely dark, without a trace of moonlight.

Chen Ping watched the dark night all night and felt that it was dangerous everywhere, but for his own safety, he decided to go to Brother Cao Yabo.

He lifted up the robe, and covered his arms and legs with evil-suppressing talismans.

The same goes for the back and arms.

Take a deep breath and sink into the night.

Unfortunately, Cao Yabo's house was not lit, and the house was pitch black.

Chen Ping knocked on the door for a while, but still didn't get any answer.

Chen Ping looked at the house of the female nun next door, and muttered 'sorry' in his heart, so

…increased the knocking.

Sure enough, a nun wearing a thin dress came out:

"Fellow daoist, don't take pictures. I didn't see fellow daoist Cao come back tonight. Maybe it's because I haven't finished my business outside."

Didn't come back.

Chen Ping's heart tightened.

Immediately, he regained his composure, apologized to the nun, and quickly left there.

A sleepless night.

Thankfully, nothing happened.

the next day.

Unwilling, Chen Ping went to Cao Yabo's house again.

Not surprisingly, there was still no response.

Chen Ping let out a breath. For some reason, he always felt uncomfortable because he didn't understand this matter. It was like a stick in his throat, as if his fate was being pinched in the hands of others, and he was worried.

He turned his head and looked towards the outer city to the south.

outer city.

Fugui Building.

In the center of the stage, the dancer is wearing a crimson dance dress, wearing a bird feather on her head, a long veil, and silver bracelets on her bare feet, dancing to the beat. Suddenly the eyebrows are frowning, showing infinite sorrow, and suddenly the smiling cheeks are bright, showing boundless joy...

It caused bursts of applause from the crowd.

On an elegant seat on a high platform, a frail scholar was admiring the agile dance of the dancer, while enjoying the tea and water poured by the two flower girls beside him.

I can't enjoy it.

This weak scholar is Chen Ping.

He spends a lot of money, and the two girls around him are considerate in service and answer all questions. Under his persuasive guidance and constant guidance, he told a lot of news about "he is rotten to others, but he doesn't know much about it".

Although this Fugui Building is located in the outer city, and the singers and dancers inside are all mortals, monks often come and go here, and everyone is already familiar with it.

There is a big person behind the Fugui Building, and it is likely that there is a foundation standing behind it. This is also the information that Chen Ping and Hua Ji guessed after chatting.

In Fugui Building, you can speak freely.

Don't worry about talking too much.

But outside the Fugui Building, it is best for ordinary people not to talk about monks, otherwise it is easy to get burned.

Because monks come and go frequently, many things about Midtown can be found here.

Fugui Building is a small dye vat.

"Did you hear about the evil happenings in Midtown recently?" Chen Ping asked calmly while drinking spirit tea.

"This matter has become an after-dinner conversation in Fugui Building, and everyone knows it." Speaking of this, a clingy Hua Ji became interested:

"Immortal Master, the little girl also knows a thing or two. I don't know what the fairy teacher wants to hear. The little girl can tell the fairy teacher one by one."

Chen Ping glanced at her:

"Let's chat casually."

This casual chat lasted for a long time, but what was mentioned was the same as what Mo Xuebi had said, not much different.

Did not ask why.

This made Chen Ping slightly disappointed.

"Little girl heard that another immortal master died last night. It is said that it was on Osmanthus Street in the west of Zhongcheng. Many people are discussing this matter today." Hua Ji added.

Um?

Another death?

Chen Ping tensed up, still dying.

"Really? You are quite well-informed, do you know the situation of that fairy master?" Chen Ping said calmly.

Hua Ji hurriedly said:

"The little girl also heard from a sister this morning. She didn't know the situation of the immortal master."

well.

Chen Ping heaved a sigh of relief.

I don't know if it is a monk from Lianyun City.

Looking at the dancers dancing gracefully on the stage, Chen Ping suddenly felt that the dancing posture was not so charming anymore.

Osmanthus Street.

After a little inquiring, Chen Ping knew which fellow Taoist was the one who suffered the misfortune.

After arriving, I looked at it from a distance, and found that the corpse was still in the yard and had not been disposed of. A few white-robed monks held a magic weapon covered with runes, still carefully surveying the scene, and seemed to be waiting for someone.

Just like Chen Ping, there were a few people watching from a distance. Some people watched for a while and shook their heads and left. The next moment, a newcomer joined the crowd.

But they didn't get close, obviously it was a bit taboo.

It is evil after all!

Chen Ping also stood far away, and looked at the corpse from several angles. The body and face were so distorted that it was impossible to tell who it was.

But that Taoist robe became more and more familiar.

The more I look at it, the more my heart sinks.

‘Sure enough, it’s another fellow from Lianyun City. '

He recognized that Taoist robe. During the migration, after Brother Cao returned from collecting herbs for the first time, that is, when Chen Ping bought Wanlei Bamboo, he once saw a monk buying medicinal materials from Brother Cao. He was wearing this robe. It is a special Taoist robe with a white edge and a blue background with a corner cut by vegetation.

Although I can't tell the person's name.

Chen Ping looked at it for a while, then turned and left.

‘It’s really not easy for the monks in Lianyun City. He tried his best to come to Yunzhong City, but in the end he had to suffer. '

It's a pity that I don't know many people in this city, so it's not convenient to find out a lot of information. Put yourself in a passive state.

Evil, right?

bring it on!

It's not impossible to meet for a while!