Li Muchen smiled and said: "You can't even break through the formation I set up casually, how can you fight me to the death?"
The statue said: "I accidentally fell into your trap. If you are really capable, just let me go. Let's challenge each other!"
Li Muchen shook his head. This guy had such quackery that he didn't know where he learned it.
"Don't you dare?" The statue said again, "Just now in Li's house, I was defeated by you accidentally. If I had been prepared, I would not have lost."
Li Muchen didn't say anything, just watched it perform.
"Look, look, look, I've known for a long time that you don't dare to even block my farts, how can you beat me, hahaha!"
The statue babbled a lot of irritating words again. Seeing that Li Muchen was still not fooled, he finally got discouraged and said:
"Hey, at least I have a temple here, and I can be considered a deity. Can you give me some face?"
"If you are so disrespectful, it will be difficult for you to get along on the street in the future."
"I asked you, why do you look like a piece of wood? You actually talk!"
"Okay, okay, I'm convinced, I'm convinced! Okay? Tell me, what do you want?"
"Exalted Immortal! Please forgive me, Immortal. I'm just a mouse. I've never done anything bad. At most, I just watched Widow Wang bathing and stole some bacon from Aunt Six's house. But I can cook it for them.
It’s hard to live a good life!”
"Okay, okay, I confess, I admit, that old man Liu Tou got two chickens from the countryside. I was greedy and stole them from them a few times, but it was a mutual pleasure and I didn't force them.
In the end, Old Liu Tou stewed them all by himself, and I cried several times!"
…
The weasel was hiding under the statue and chattering.
Seeing that Li Muchen remained indifferent, he finally shut up.
After a few minutes of silence, the weasel let out a long sigh and said, "Okay, I admit defeat, you can draw a line."
Li Muchen knew that the demon's energy had been exhausted, so he raised his hand to close the magic circle and pulled the weasel out of the ground.
"Do you really think you can challenge me to a duel?" he asked, grabbing the skin of the back of the weasel's neck.
Weasel raised his hand in the air: "I told you to admit defeat. I definitely wouldn't dare to fight in a one-on-one fight. What do you mean?"
Li Muchen laughed and carried the weasel back to the Li family's old house.
When he got to the yard, he threw the weasel to the ground and said, "Before you ran away just now, you seemed to have sworn that if you told a lie, you would be struck by thunder from heaven, right?"
"Yes, that's what I said," Weasel lay on the ground, "It means there was no thunder, which means I didn't lie. God is my witness."
"Huh, glib!"
Li Muchen raised his hand, creating thunder out of thin air, and a bolt of lightning struck in front of the weasel.
"Fuck!"
The weasel cursed, jumped up in surprise, and fell to the ground with a squeak.
This time he didn't even dare to fart.
The person in front of me is really good at magic. Unlike him, he uses his tail as a broom and his farts as firecrackers. He also cheats people with food, drinks and hens. If he really wants to fight with magic, he will die with a thunderbolt.
"If you have anything to say to the Immortal, just ask, I will tell you everything you know."
"I'm not an immortal. I told you, my surname is Li and my name is Li Muchen."
Li Muchen introduced himself to the family just to see the weasel's reaction. If this thing is the same as the shadow demon, then he should know his name.
The weasel was really shocked.
"What's your name?" He almost jumped up, "Your name is Li Muchen?!"
"Li Muchen...Li Muchen..."
The weasel began to circle on the ground, pacing back and forth like a person encountering something troubled, and kept rubbing its two front paws.
"I've heard of this name, Li Muchen... Li Muchen... yes, it's Li Muchen, I know, I've heard of it..."
The yellow rat murmured to himself.
Suddenly he looked up at Li Muchen, his two small round eyes staring closely at him without blinking.
Li Muchen frowned and said, "No need to look, I am Li Muchen. Where are your accomplices?"
"Accomplice? What accomplice?"
Weasel asked in confusion, his eyes still staring at Li Muchen, as if he wanted to see every detail and every pore on Li Muchen's face.
"It's a bit like! Very similar! Well... that's right, it's you!"
The weasel suddenly jumped up, jumped to the same level as Li Muchen, pointed at Li Muchen's nose and said.
Li Muchen was startled by him: "What are you doing?"
"Master! You are the master!" the weasel shouted excitedly.
"What?" Li Muchen was shocked. Could it be that this thing knows my parents?
"You are Mrs. Gong's son. I have seen your name tag before. When Mrs. Gong was about to give birth, Master Li named you. Hahahaha, I thought everyone in the Li family was dead, but I didn't expect you to still be alive.
!Mrs. Gong’s son is still alive!”
"What are you talking about? What palace lady?" Li Muchen asked doubtfully.
"Master! You don't know everything, do you? You are Madam Gong's son! I, I -" Weasel pointed at himself, "I am Ah Huang, Xiao Huang who was inspired by Madam Gong!"
Li Muchen felt a little excited, and slowly weaved a simple story in his mind. His mother's surname was Gong or Gong, and this weasel became a spirit after being inspired by his mother.
But he still kept calm, because the weasel's words may not be credible. Judging from the previous contact, this little thing is very cunning!
And how to explain the demonic energy hidden in this thing?
Therefore, Li Muchen just looked at the weasel coldly and said: "Don't be surprised. What do you know? Just tell it from the beginning. I'll listen. Remember, if you tell a lie, you will be struck by lightning."
.”
"Okay, okay, let me start from the beginning."
The weasel changed his previous nervousness and became cheerful now.
"I was originally an ordinary weasel, living in a nearby alley, catching mice, and occasionally going to other people's homes to steal sausages or something. I didn't dare to come to this house until one day.
There was a big banquet, many chefs were invited, and many delicious dishes were cooked, and the aroma spread for ten miles."
The weasel seemed to remember the delicious food and sniffed it in and out, looking intoxicated.
"I couldn't bear it any longer, so I slipped in through the back door and stole a chicken that had just come out of the pot. I was hiding in a corner and eating it when someone discovered me. I was caught and locked in the kitchen and listened to
They said they wanted to stew me, and they said the skin on my body was so good that they wanted to peel it off and offer it to today’s distinguished guests.”
Li Muchen thought to himself that he could understand people's speech at that time, and it seemed that he had already opened his spiritual wisdom. In folk terms, he had become a spirit. It would be a bit wasteful to stew it directly for cooking.
Weasel continued:
"I was ready to die at that time. Anyway, I filled my stomach. Speaking of which, the cook's skills are really good. Being able to eat such delicious chicken and being a stuffed weasel makes this life worthwhile.
Later, a woman came to the kitchen and took me away. She took me to the inner house and met Madam Gong. Oh, she was not Madam Gong at that time, so they called her Miss Gong.
I am a weasel. Generally speaking, in my eyes, chickens are more beautiful than people.
But when I saw Miss Gong, I was astonished.
Oh my god, there are such beautiful people in this world!
At that time, all I could think about was that if I fell in love with her, I would rather be stewed into a pot of meat and become this woman's meal."