Live broadcast: The female heavenly master slays demons and protects the Tao in the power plot

Daqian has always been strict about the management of non-governmental organizations, and the powerful usually recruit no more than ten followers.

There are 9,000-year-old foreigners all over the place. I am afraid only he knows how many people there are in total.

In order not to be accused of treason, even though he was as powerful as nine thousand years old, he would not hang the Yishido sign on the door.

He built an inn in a slum in Kyoto where various religions were mixed.

Travelers, singers, entertainers, vulgar fishermen, and even stranded refugees can all move in and make noises everywhere. You might say it's chaotic, but actually it's orderly in chaos, rough and natural.

Danzhu quietly told Du Manzhi: "Not all guests are accepted here. The more chaotic the place, the faster the news will travel. We must tighten the seal, understand?"

I understand, this inn is only for our own people. Du Manzhi showed an understanding smile and raised his feet to avoid the gang of rotten vegetables at the door.

There was only one person watching the scene in the lobby of the inn. The shopkeeper was flipping through the ledger. Tables and chairs were piled nearby. Anyone who wanted to use them could take down a set. But most people were too lazy to bother, squatting or standing, and went out after eating.

The big-headed dwarf in the corner looked at the pretty lady at the next table, and half of the bun fell out of his mouth.

A tall and thin man passed by, without turning his head, he picked up the lower part of his belt and whipped the bun head away with strong wind.

The dwarf chuckled, flew up and caught it in his mouth, falling to the ground silently.

Back and forth, both sides showed impressive skills.

But as soon as they walked out of the inn, they all turned into poor people with poor appearance, their energy and spirit were all gone, like dried vegetables.

According to Du Manzhi's secret observation, many tenants have changed their appearance.

Judging from the joy that could not be hidden in the corners of Danzhu's mouth and eyebrows, the masks they wore must have been produced by her workshop.

Tsk, we really entered the lair of the Xichang spy.

Danzhu went to the counter to ask for a room, and something flashed out of his sleeve, indicating to the other side that it was one of his!

The shopkeeper looked at Du Manzhi and thought in surprise, he is so young!

Last night I heard that a real foreigner would come to report today. I didn't expect that she would be such a clean and beautiful girl, with such kind features and eyes, she was inexplicably lovable.

In Du Manzhi's eyes, it was the shopkeeper who smiled kindly at her, a sense of tolerance that he was looking at the younger generation in his family.

Unexpectedly, the shopkeeper said: "Girl, the outside room is full. For an extra fifty dollars, we can move it to the back and open a single courtyard for you."

Du Manzhi understood that this was not asking for money, but that her identity had been confirmed and allowed to pass - the real way to the Yishi Hall was to go back.

Danzhu patted the heavy money bag to him.

"Shopkeeper, my friend is new here, please don't let her be bullied."

"Okay, where is the little magpie? Come and pick up your distinguished guest!"

Many eyes were invisibly focused on her.

Du Manzhi was initially as if nothing had happened, but the next second his eyes froze - little magpie... little, magpie? !

What a cute name. Who would have thought that what would come out would be a big man as strong as an iron tower, with a waist that was thicker than her four thighs put together!

Brother Magpie smiled honestly: "Sir, please come inside!"

"..."

Du Manzhi rubbed his ears that were hurting from the shock.

It’s really a passion that most people can’t bear.

Danzhu watched her leave at the counter: "If you can't get used to living here, go back to my house!"

……

"Is the person here?" Jiu Qiansui asked.

The secret agent answered yes.

If Du Manzhi had been at the scene, he would have discovered that this was the tall, lanky man who whipped Wotou with his belt in the morning.

He has no other abilities, except that he is tall, has long legs, can run fast, and his mind is full of how to take shortcuts in the streets and alleys.

Therefore, he is the best choice for reporting news during the day.

Jiu Qiansui knew the character of those strangers very well: "On the first day she went there, she didn't face any difficulties?"

The secret agent said: "My subordinates heard that the little magpie led the way. They must have passed through Litang. The person on duty today is Niu Dali."

Jiu Qiansui hesitated: "A weak girl, Litang really won't embarrass her. Niu Dali, what do you say to this person?"

The secret agent replied: "This man is extremely foolish and filial. His wife has lost two children, and his mother has died suddenly. For this reason, he has been searching for ways to summon ghosts and gods. He has gone crazy and forced three Taoists, two fortune tellers and a witch doctor away one after another."

Nine Thousand Years Old smiled.

The spy asked whether he could secretly help Du Manzhi, but he rejected it.

"It's time for Niu Dali to fall over today, let's wait and see."

……

Du Manzhi followed the little magpie out of one of the gates in the backyard and entered a neighborhood that was as messy as the front street, but a closer look allowed her to find clues.

The whole street is dedicated to hard work.

There are three blacksmith shops and two carpentry shops. In addition, there are shoe cobblers, stone chippers, tofu grinders, and boat nailers...

There is also a conspicuous bag in the middle of the road, and he is performing a show of breaking rocks on his chest!

The little magpie said hello naively: "Good morning, Uncle Dali!"

The conspicuous man was a man with a beard. He turned around and saw the girl he was leading. She was good-looking and as thin as if she hadn't had enough to eat. She deliberately teased him, "Magpie, you brought a girl here to compete with us?"

The little magpie waved her hands hurriedly: "No, no!"

As if he had just woken up, he turned around and asked her: "Sister, what do you know?"

Du Manzhi was also confused.

She just realized that Brother Magpie seemed to have intellectual problems, otherwise why would he call her sister?

The bearded man laughed loudly, took out the old book from his pocket, tore out a page and gave it to Du Manzhi. Someone next to him brought a bamboo brush dipped in ink.

"Girl, fill it out before you leave. If you don't know how to read, just tell me and I will write."

Du Manzhi has recently mastered Da Gan's traditional Chinese characters and can basically understand them.

Looking at it, okay, it looks like the entry form.

The top questions asked are name, place of origin, age, and family relationships.

At the bottom are things like what you are good at, who you have worked for in the past, and whose connections you borrowed from to get the Yishido.

Du Manzhi knew how to read but not how to write, so he said, "I am a psychic medium and can read fortune tellers. It was Miss Danzhu who sent me here today."

She deliberately didn't say that she was good at making underworld weapons.

The jade amulet and sword talisman exchanged were mainly for protection against ghosts and monsters, but could not protect against living people whose strength value was higher than hers.

The skillful hands of a paper maker are so precious and must be carefully protected. This body will not be able to protect itself in the short term, so she must save one hand.

Anyway, her ability was revealed in front of Zhao Tie, and the big boss also knew it. When she arrived at the Yishi Hall, just letting others know that she could communicate with ghosts was enough in the feudal era.

Niu Dali's pair of copper bell-like bull eyes lit up instantly.

"Psychic? You can be psychic?!"

"Ah."

He suddenly took the paper: "You are not allowed to leave, Master, please teach me, I..."

"Niu Dali, you are crazy again!"

Du Manzhi silently retreated to the corner, watching the two bearded men with a similarity of more than 60%.

A small hand gently pulled her sleeve.

Oh, it's the big-headed dwarf who lost his head in the lobby.

The dwarf smiled comically, revealing half of his front teeth, "You said you are a spiritual medium, someone who knows the magic of the underworld, knows the language of ghosts and gods, and invites immortals to pray for you to exorcise evil spirits?"

Du Manzhi felt that he couldn't talk too much.

"I know a little bit."

The dwarf was very happy: "Then you should leave quickly! Niu Dali killed my mother and son, drove away my mother-in-law, and got mad. He scared away six psychics, and you are the seventh!"