"The uncle who serves his father fulfills his filial piety, and tears the ghost of Mr. Zhonglang in front of the grave."

Zhang Guo looked at the outer wall of Du's house not far away, with the painful lessons of that day flashing before his eyes. He was still frightened and covered his chest.

"Sir, the noodles are here."

The noodle stall owner brought a steaming bowl of sea food and placed it in front of him, "I want a few heads of garlic."

Zhang Guo frowned, waved his hand and said, "I don't eat garlic."

"What's the point of not eating garlic?"

The noodle stall owner muttered and walked away.

Zhang Guo fiddled with the noodles with chopsticks and sighed.

Monks should eat less garlic, ginger, onions and leeks. This is a long-standing practice.

After all, monks and Taoists usually have to pretend to be a master and talk about everything when doing business. If the smell of leeks box comes out of your mouth and the believers and pilgrims cover their noses to avoid it, how can they start working?

However, people in Guanzhong are fond of garlic. It seems that in the local area, garlic is the staple food and noodles are a side dish.

Zhang Guo forked a few mouthfuls of noodles, ate them hastily, put down the bowl and coins, turned around and left.

When the old housekeeper saw him, he was still very impressed. Isn't this the young man who came to buy a donkey?

He did not associate Zhang Guo with the warlock lighting incense outside the wall, but greeted him warmly, "Taoist, what are you doing here again?"

"Meet an old friend, I am an old friend of Mr. Zhong Langjun in my house!"

A moment later, when Zhang Guo saw Zhong Sheng, he thought it was unfortunate.

The man in front of me, Mr. Zhong Lang, is not an old friend, but he had a brief acquaintance at the beginning.

"You said you and I are old friends?"

Zhong Sheng was still puzzled when he suddenly remembered, "Have we met on the road?"

"Zhong Langjun has a good memory, I'm going to Zhang Guo."

Zhang Guo heard him talking about 'Xuanwu Gate' and was curious, so he asked around and found that there had been no major events in Chang'an City recently.

Except for the night of the Nuo Festival, some people made a big fuss, but it happened in the east and west cities, and the imperial city was silent.

Xuanwu Gate is even calmer, and I don’t know why Zhong Sheng talks about this.

Well, a few years later, Zhang Guo learned the inside story and was in awe and fear of Zhong Sheng, so he ignored it.

Zhong Sheng waved his hand, and he also saw that although Zhang Guo dressed up as a Taoist priest, his behavior and tone were secular, and he was probably a Taoist priest living in the fire.

Although the Taoist priests of Huoju are named Taoist priests, they do not live in Taoist temples and are not subject to the precepts. They live at home as normal people, marry and have children. Once there are weddings and weddings in various places, they change their Taoist robes and come to work.

"My uncle's funeral has been completed and you are late."

Zhong Sheng originally thought that he was here to catch the autumn wind, but Zhang Guo shook his head and said, "I paid a visit to Mr. Zhong, but it was for another matter."

"What's the matter?"

"Borrow a donkey."

Borrow, borrow, borrow... Borrowing a donkey is not borrowing money?

Zhong Sheng finally reacted and said subconsciously, "If you want to borrow a donkey, you need to find the owner here. I will be a guest."

Du Ping has returned home, and he is in charge of Du's house. There are more than a dozen healthy donkeys in the livestock stable, and it is a matter of opening his mouth.

Zhang Guo shook his head, "If you don't find him, I will borrow your little donkey."

Before he came to the door, he had already found out clearly that the spirit beast was in Zhong Sheng's hands

Zhong Sheng laughed dumbly, "You can't control that stubborn donkey."

After a while, Zhong Sheng brought Zhang Guo to the stable, but heard the braying of a donkey.

The little donkey was so proud that he occupied a large area with a wine jar in front of him, drinking happily.

The other donkeys looked aggrieved, huddled in the corner and dared not say anything.

"Good baby."

Zhang Guo circled the little donkey several times, and the more he looked at it, the more excited he became. This should have been his chance!

The little donkey was displeased by the sight, so it raised its hind hooves and hit Zhang Guo's belly.

Zhang Guo's eyes were sharp and his hands were quick, but when he saw that he couldn't dodge, he jumped on the spot and rolled like a lazy donkey to avoid this hoof that would end his descendants.

This young Taoist priest seems lazy, but in fact he is quick to respond and responds well.

When he got up, his hair and body were covered with straw and donkey dung, and he was quite embarrassed.

But there was no hint of displeasure on Zhang Guo's face, his eyes were burning, and he was mumbling, "It's so spiritual."

"Unbridled."

Zhong Sheng shouted, and the little donkey drooped its ears and hugged its eyes with its front hooves, looking quite scared.

Even though Zhang Guo could see that the little donkey was pretending to be scared but was actually acting coquettishly towards its owner, he couldn't help but sigh.

"Mr. Zhong, can you part with this donkey?"

"Not for sale."

Zhong Sheng’s answer was decisive.

Zhang Guo was stunned, "Why? I am willing to spend a lot of money to buy it."

"I'm not short of money."

Zhong Sheng regretted it as soon as he opened his mouth. He wanted to save face. He was short of money, very short of money!

My sister-in-law is about to get married, but she hasn’t prepared the dowry yet!

You can't just wear gold bracelets and clothes on your wedding day, just like that.

Zhang Guo, however, believed it to be true. The Du family was a wealthy local businessman with a lot of money and food. If Zhong Chang lived here, he would definitely not be short of money.

He gritted his teeth. He originally expected to get it with two ingots of gold, but facing him was the famous Zhong Langjun, so he was bound to spend a lot of money.

The story of tearing out ghosts in front of graves has spread throughout the world through word of mouth by countless people that day.

The locals say that Mr. Zhonglang has a tough destiny and is born with evil spirits, so he can control evil spirits.

In addition, killing ghosts for the uncle's burial is in line with the traditional theme of loyalty and filial piety, and is praised by everyone.

Unknowingly, Zhong Sheng's reputation gradually grew, but he didn't know it.

"Mr. Zhong, I'll tell you the truth, I borrowed the donkey from you for a fortune."

Zhong Sheng likes secular Taoist priests who talk about money and seek truth and pragmatism.

If you tell me about immortality, I will yawn to see off the guests and talk about wealth, and I won’t be sleepy

"Please speak."

It turned out that Zhang Guo was in a water area and found an old clam borrowing seeds from the moonlight to give birth to a pearl.

"That orb can protect you from cold and heat, and is not hurt by water or fire. It also has the effect of dispelling diseases and exorcising evil spirits, and is immune to all poisons."

Zhang Guo emphasized, "It is extremely valuable and cannot be sold without a thousand pieces of gold."

Zhong Sheng asked, "What do you mean by a thousand pieces of gold?"

"A thousand taels of gold."

The price is empty, one thousand taels of gold is equivalent to one ton.

The Qianliang mentioned by Zhang Guo generally refers to the order of magnitude, which can be one thousand Liang or nine thousand Liang, it all depends on the result of bargaining.

Several tons of gold, divided between the two, is quite considerable.

Just look at Uncle Du’s family property. All calculated, it’s worth a thousand taels of gold.

"Okay, count me in."

Zhong Sheng thought to himself, I am qualified to invest as a donkey!

The only thing you need to be crazy about is that you have to beware of Zhang Guo plotting to kill him and steal the gold.

There is no way, the Taoist priest Lu Ziye, who lives in fire, is not bound by the precepts and has to guard against it.

Zhong Sheng could smell the faint scent of blood from the other party's body. This young Taoist priest had definitely killed someone before.

Zhang Guo still didn't know Zhong Sheng's psychological process, so she smiled and waved her hand, "That's it, it's a pleasure to cooperate."

With the conscience of heaven and earth, he knew that Mr. Zhong Lang before him was a rare murderer in ancient and modern times, and he had never thought of killing someone to seize the treasure.

"Ang, ang, ang."

The two reached an intention to cooperate and each had their own thoughts. The little donkey beside them was unwilling to be left alone and opened his mouth to yell.
Chapter completed!