Under one person: I, Zhang Zhiwei, the arrogant Zhang

Zhang Zhiwei followed Zhang Jingqing all the way, getting more and more sideways, even deviated from the official road, and came to a river.

The barren grass is luxuriant, and the fog and rain are vast.

Zhang Jingqing took Zhang Zhiwei to stop by the river.

Zhang Zhiwei didn't ask Zhang Jingqing why he brought him here, because he had already discovered the clue.

I saw a mass of dark black air lingering in the river ahead, just like the color of ink melted in a lake, bottomless.

There is a ghost here...

Zhang Zhiwei understood instantly, and said, "Master brought me here to go fishing and enforce the law?"

"Spoken nonsense, fishing is fishing, law enforcement is law enforcement, and subduing demons is subduing demons!"

Zhang Jingqing stretched out her hand and touched Zhang Zhiwei's head to cover up his blazing yang energy.

Zhang Zhiwei cultivated both life and life, his body was full of energy and blood like a dragon, and he would never dare to get close to the general evil spirit. If he didn't cover it up, how could he attract this evil spirit in the river?

As a Taoist celestial master, Zhang Jingqing has a lot of experience in subduing demons. Under his operation, it didn't take long for the fish to take the bait.

In the distance, a small boat broke through the calm water and came lightly, accompanied by a veil-like white mist.

The white mist spread quickly, engulfing Zhang Zhiwei in just a few breaths, making everything around him seem a bit like a dream.

Soon, the boat went from far to near, and arrived at the shore not far from Zhang Zhiwei.

At this distance, even if the fog is heavy, the situation on the ship can be seen clearly.

The one at the bow of the boat was a skinny middle-aged man, looking very lifeless, he was pushing the boat every now and then.

"You two, do you want to take a boat?"

The boatman's voice was a little hoarse, and it was also lifeless. It was as unpleasant as iron scraping against glass, which made people feel physically uncomfortable.

"Of course sit!"

Without too much nonsense, Zhang Jingqing and Zhang Zhiwei Shi Shiran stepped onto the boat.

"Sit down, let's go!"

The boatman didn't ask the two where they were going, the boat stirred, and the boat headed for the middle of the river.

On the boat, Zhang Zhiwei saw through at a glance that the boatman was a dead man, and he was a dead man with a very penetrating appearance.

However, as a Taoist priest of the Talisman Sect, Zhang Zhiwei is naturally not afraid of these, and his confidence is his ability.

Zhang Zhiwei looked at his master, Zhang Jingqing, and didn't understand the significance of getting on this boat. Wouldn't it be good to kill such evil spirits with a single blow?

Seeing Zhang Jingqing as if she didn't see it, she sat cross-legged on the boat, closed her eyes and meditated.

Unable to figure out what master's plan was, Zhang Zhiwei was not in a hurry to do it. He looked at the dead boatman and asked:

"Master, how is business doing recently?"

"It's not very good, sometimes two or three a day, and sometimes one in two or three days!" The boatman's voice was still ugly.

"Hey, isn't that a good business? By the way, we are your first business today!" Zhang Zhiwei asked again.

"You... are the first... order!"

"That's an honour!"

Zhang Zhiwei grinned, showing a mouthful of white and straight teeth. The boatman's voice was very hoarse just now, and the word "Dan" at the end always reminded him of the word "Meal".

Occasionally two or three a day, and occasionally one in two or three days, the appetite for dead things is not small!

When the boat reached the middle of the river, the fog on the water surface was much thicker than before, giving people a feeling of floating in the fog.

Perhaps it was a common fault of the driver. The boatman who used to be careful with his words suddenly became more talkative, but his voice was still unpleasant.

"There is heavy fog on the water, and the boat moves slowly. How about I tell you a story?" the boatman said.

Zhang Zhiwei sat on the boat with a golden knife, and said with a smile: "Okay, I like listening to other people's stories the most."

The boatman's hoarse voice began to tell.

"The protagonist of the story is Lu Ren, a traveling merchant. One day, he went to fetch water from the river, and came across a drowning child. Lu Ren immediately dropped the goods, jumped into the river, rescued the child, and sent him back to the village. "

"During this process, Lu Ren bumped into villagers who came to look for the child. As soon as these villagers saw Lu Ren, they regarded him as a human trafficker and beat him to death without listening to his explanation."

"After his death, Lu Ren's body was stripped and thrown into the river to be eaten by fish and shrimp, but those villagers returned to the village happily with the child he had just rescued and his money and goods. "

"Actually, as soon as we started, the rescued child explained Lu Ren's identity as the rescuer, but the villagers didn't stop when they found out."

"Because Lu Ren dropped a few silver coins when he was beating people, and the villagers saw that they were blind to money, so they made mistakes and beat him to death as a human trafficker."

"Lu Ren, who died unjustly at the bottom of the river, has a lot of resentment, his soul has nowhere to go, and he gradually turned into a ghost."

"Lu Ren wanted revenge, but he is a ghost in the river and couldn't get to the shore, so he thought of a way. Since he couldn't get to the shore, he raised a monster who could go ashore to avenge himself."

"Therefore, he turned into a boatman on the river, threw the guests into the river, and fed the fish that ate his body, hoping that one day, the fish would become a monster and go ashore to avenge him. "

That's all for the story.

As the story of the boatman ended, the boat gradually moved closer to the center of the river.

The surrounding fog became thicker, and the scenery on the shore gradually became blurred.

The boatman squinted and looked straight at Zhang Zhiwei: "Brother, what do you think of this story? Is Lu Ren wronged, and the villagers deserve to die!"

Zhang Jingqing still meditated with her eyes closed, as if giving Zhang Zhiwei the leadership of the matter.

That being the case, Zhang Zhiwei also let go of himself, and instead of answering the boatman's question directly, he said:

"In that case, since you told me a story, then I have a story here too, do you want to hear it?"

"What do you think!"

The boatman stopped the oar in his hands in no hurry, and the boat that had lost its power stopped firmly in the middle of the river as if it had let go of its anchor.

Zhang Zhiwei leaned against the side of the boat and slowly said:

"In ancient times, there was a man named Zhang Heng by the river. He thought he was a good man who would do justice for the heavens, but in fact he had a bad heart and a vicious means. He was a living hell on the water."

"Zhang Heng's daily job is to pretend to be a traveling guest and board some small passenger boats. When he arrives in the middle of the river, Zhang Heng will draw out a knife, give the boatman and other guests on the boat a choice, and ask him to eat 'bandao noodles' Or 'wonton noodles'."

"What do you mean? This 'Ban Dao Noodle' is chopped to death with a knife, and then thrown into the water. The 'Wonton Noodle' means that you can jump into the river by yourself, so as not to dirty Zhang Yanwang's knife."

"But then...!"

The story came to an abrupt end, and Zhang Zhiwei stopped talking halfway through, stood up and said:

"I like to hear about Guan Gong fighting Qin Qiong the most."

"Boater, tell me, if your boatman pretending to be an evil ghost bumped into me, the living hell king who treats you to noodles, what would happen?"

"Boatman, do you want to choose Bandao noodles or Chaotic noodles?"