Showdown: Hanba is hiding in my house

Chapter 84
In the paper shop, two girls took off their masks, which made Shen Lang almost laugh out loud.

"What are you laughing at? If you laugh again, I'll pull out your tongue!" She Manman said angrily, and was about to punch her.

Shen Lang hurriedly begged for mercy: "No, I was just joking, but you look like a tabby cat now, and you're quite cute!"

"You are the big tabby cat!" She Manman said, but she soon smiled, "I am much cuter than the tabby cat!"

"Oh, sister, what time is it now? If we continue to change like this, the ghost knows what we will become!" Maimeng on the other side was very worried, because her left hand had no hair in the morning, but now her left hand is hairless. Hair also appeared on the back of the hand.

In comparison, Xueqi has the least hair.

It seems that this is also related to personal cultivation.

For example, Long Xueqi, who has the highest cultivation level, has the least hair on her body, while Mai Meng, who has the lowest cultivation level, has the most hair.

Shen Lang was scratching his head and wondering, when he suddenly saw a person passing by on the street. His eyes widened: "It's the fortune teller!"

Seeing this, the girls hurriedly chased after her, but after taking two steps, Mai Meng returned to the store and obediently put on the mask. After all, her appearance is really scary now, it would be bad if she scares the children.

When they came to a bridge, the fortune teller also stopped. Shen Lang said: "Senior, it's so hard for me to find you. What did you mean by what you said yesterday?"

"Literally." The fortune teller smiled. He was holding the wine gourd and wanted to drink a few sips, but found that the wine gourd was empty.

Shen Lang rolled his eyes and said, "Senior, why not go to my shop? I have wine in the shop."

"If you have to talk about wine, you should honor the old man with the jar of drunken gods that your grandfather left behind." The fortune teller said.

Shen Lang only felt a shock all over his body. It must be known that not many people knew about the jar of wine that his grandfather buried. His old man planned to open the jar to drink with his old brothers on his 80th birthday, but he didn't expect it to disappear later. Opportunities open up.

Shen Lang took a closer look, and suddenly remembered that when he was playing in the yard, his grandfather would always drink with an old beggar. Now, although the sloppy Taoist in front of him has white hair all over his head, it seems... that is him?

"Are you that beggar grandfather?" Shen Lang said tentatively.

"Oh ho, the kid has a pretty good memory!" The slovenly Taoist threw the wine gourd to Shen Lang, "Go get me two catties of soju."

"Convenience stores are all bottled now, where can I get alcohol?" Shen Lang took the wine gourd.

The sloppy Taoist smiled and pointed forward: "There is also a Four Seasons Winery in the old alley over there, and now he is the only one in Jiangcheng who still sells loose wine."

"Old Jianghu." Shen Lang raised his thumb.

Back at the paper figurine shop, the sloppy old man couldn't help but feel emotional when he looked at the familiar furnishings around him.

There are still some old objects used by the old man around. The sloppy old man is holding a mahogany sword in a daze, and there are still a few scratches on it: "I didn't expect this old guy to still treasure it all the time."

"No, my grandfather used this wooden stick to pass through the sewer." Shen Lang came back with the wine.

"Ah?!" The sloppy old man was taken aback, and dropped the mahogany sword as soon as he let go. However, when Shen Lang stepped out, he put the mahogany sword on it. He raised his toes, and returned to his hand with the mahogany sword , put the scabbard in: "Grandpa beggar, why didn't you come to my old man's funeral?"

"Not here? I'm here, but I can't show up." The sloppy old man sighed.

"He is a decent person. A long time ago, the good and evil factions in Jiangcheng were at odds with each other. Even now, many decent people still disdain to associate with us." She Manman said.

The old man took a look at She Manman, and said in his heart that it was true.

He said, "How is your grandma?"

"It's good, but I've been suffering from bad legs recently. I take care of a lot of work in the company, but I'm just going through the motions. I still work as a teacher at the Art University." She Manman said.

She looked at the clothes of the old Taoist: "You come from Yunwu Taoist Temple? Is that old guy still alive?"

"Alive, you know."

"I know all about it." She Manman said, she leaned on a wooden pillar, thoughtful.

The old man sat on a bench, opened the bottle cap and drank a couple of sips of wine: "This is my senior brother who is sorry for your grandma, but he has no face to see you."

"What does it have to do with me? He's not my grandfather, but a senior... What can you do to undo the curse on us?" She Manman didn't have the leisure to continue chatting, and went straight to the point.

The old man let out a breath of alcohol, and said, "It wasn't there before, but now it is."

"Now?"

"Well, Long Laolan's granddaughter seems to have digested and absorbed the silkworm Gu of that day. Now it should be her natal spiritual Gu. If this girl is allowed to completely absorb the power of the silkworm Gu, I think..." The old man He raised his head and did not continue speaking.

Shen Lang heard something else from his words: "Are there any risks?"

The sloppy old man seemed to deliberately avoid Shen Lang's question, he said: "Do you know the origin of the monster hidden in this mountain?"

Shen Lang shook his head.

The sloppy old man stood up: "1000 years? Oh no, maybe 2000..."

It turns out that during the Tang Dynasty, ghosts were prevalent. The mage Xuanzang went to Tianzhu to seek scriptures. There was no Sun Wukong or Zhu Bajie around him, but the mage went to Tianzhu alone.

Because Xuanzang himself is a person of profound Taoism, he does not need the transitional help of others.

When he was leaving, he held a water and land meeting and saved some ghosts and ghosts, but he didn't save all of them, but missed a lot.

After all, the Dragon Kingdom was so big that Xuanzang could not do it perfectly by himself.

Among them are five great masters.

Later, at the end of the Tang Dynasty, the five great immortals saw that the Tang Dynasty was about to run out, so they came out to snatch the last luck of the Tang Dynasty.

This disruption continued intermittently until the early Ming Dynasty.

Liu Bowen, the avenue, summoned capable people from all over the world to reseal the five immortals, and the yellow immortal among them is in the Mist Mountain.

And Huang Xian was born with miasma to protect his body, and the mist of Mist Mountain is the poisonous gas sprayed out by Huang Xian.

It has been diluted a lot now, but in recent days, the dense fog in Mist Mountain has begun to thicken again.

When Shen Lang heard this, he also realized that he seemed to have come into contact with something, and he said, "Could it be that this Huang Xian is about to break through and come out?"

"Well, according to our patriarch's calculations, it should be a hundred years later, and our generation will not be able to see it, but because Long Laolan helped his granddaughter refine the Celestial Silkworm's natal Gu in Misty Mountain, the leaked aura awakened This is an old monster that has lived for a thousand years." The sloppy Taoist said.

(End of this chapter)