Daoist, I am not fragrant!

Zhong Tang raised his head and stood on tiptoe. His warm breath, with a faint fragrance of Tang flowers, fell on Li Bizhi's face.

Li Bizhi lowered his eyes, as if looking at his face, but when his eyes met, he avoided it again.

"There is no past." His tone pretended to be extremely cold, frosty.

But Zhong Tang didn't believe it, nor was he afraid. Instead, he leaned closer and relaxed his whole body into Li Bizhi's arms: "Is it not, or is it because the Taoist priest refuses to say?"

"No." Li Bizhi denied it again, and grabbed Zhong Tang's wrist that was about to hook his neck. At the same time, under the green robe, there was a sudden sound of chains and chains.

Zhong Tang lowered his head in doubt, he and Li Bizhi were so close, it was clear that the other party hadn't moved at all, but how could there be the sound of chains?

Thinking of this, he reached out his hand to lift Li Bizhi's clothes, but Li Bizhi held his hand.

"Don't move, someone is coming."

"What?" Zhong Tang was still thinking about the shackles, and he didn't come back to his senses for a while. He didn't turn away from Li Bizhi's arms until he heard footsteps behind him, and then saw the alley. A figure wearing a Tibetan Taoist robe.

"Li... Li Daoyou." The "Yumian Qianlang" Si Qianjin, the director, was looking at the two of them with an embarrassed expression at the moment, with a trace of inquiry in his eyes, "You are..."

Zhong Tang's wrist was still tightly held by Li Bizhi, while his thoughts were wandering, he voluntarily withdrew from Li Bizhi's arms, and stood aside obediently.

The emptiness in his arms made Li Bizhi frown slightly, but he did not let go of the hand holding Zhong Tang's wrist, and looked up at the people at the entrance of the alley: "Is there something wrong with the director?"

"Yes..." Si Qianjin withdrew his gaze restrainedly, and he looked like a modest gentleman in front of others. He was walking towards Li Bizhi, bowed down, and said respectfully: "Xiaodao came to thank Daoist Li for his righteous words today."

Standing behind Li Bizhi, Zhong Tang raised his brows lightly, but he didn't quite believe that this director really had the superficial innocence.

Li Bizhi's expression was indifferent as usual, and after hearing what he said, he just shook his head and said, "This is a matter of his own duty, and the chief minister should not worry about it."

"Li Daoyou doesn't care, but Xiaodao has to thank you." After finishing speaking, Si Qianjin took out a golden talisman from the wide sleeve of his robe, and offered it to Li Bizhi with both hands: "This is the view of the ancestor's speech." Daoist Li will accept the exorcism golden talisman that I cast personally before."

Li Bizhi didn't want to entangle him any more, so he took the golden talisman directly without any excuses, and said: "I heard that the golden talisman Fengkong Daoist is unique, since the director is willing to give it to you, avoid it." I took it."

Si Qianjin obviously didn't expect that Li Bizhi would accept it without even refusing, and almost couldn't answer for a while, before saying after a while, "You Li Daoyou accept it, just accept it."

"Is there anything else to do, Director?" Li Bizhi pressed on and asked again.

Zhong Tang almost laughed, but still half covered Li Bizhi's back, secretly fiddled with Li Bizhi's fingers holding him.

Li Bizhi frowned slightly, he loosened and tightened his hands, and wrapped Zhong Tang's troubled fingertips in his palms.

I don't know if the director saw the little actions of these two people, but even if he didn't, he was destined to have nothing to say in front of someone like Li Bizhi, so he had to continue talking hard, I said goodbye.

After finally sending the director away, Zhong Tang took advantage of the situation and lay on Li Bizhi's back, planning to continue interrogating the matter just now, but he didn't want to be supported by Li Bizhi's hand and lift him up. , and put it on the carriage.

"Hey!" Zhong Tang stretched out his hand and patted Li Bizhi's back, whispering to protest, but Li Bizhi said, "Be obedient."

"Stay well in the shop, I'll visit you when I'm free."

Zhong Tang pursed his lips, always feeling that Li Bizhi was coaxing the children, but he refused to let go of this promise easily, so he had to compromise and said: "Well, Daoist Li, don't forget, I'm waiting in the shop you."

"En." Li Bizhi only responded, seeing that he finally got into the carriage safely, then turned around and ordered the coachman to set off and drive the carriage carrying vermilion back to Wuweizhai.

After sending Zhong Tang away, Li Bizhi walked back to the alley alone, where two disciples of the Golden Crow Temple were already waiting. After seeing him, he bowed and saluted and said, "Uncle Li, on behalf of the temple master, they have heard what happened today. I want you to go back as soon as possible."

"Okay." Li Bizhi responded briefly, and then left with them.

It is said that when Zhong Tang returned to Wuweizhai, it was just after noon, which happened to be the hottest time of the day.Usually at this time, there would not be too many guests in Wuweizhai, so Zhong Tang hugged the kitten and walked in lazily.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he entered the door, he noticed a warm and cool breath in the shop out of thin air.

He picked up his eyes and saw a man and a woman standing in front of the pastry cabinet, choosing to eat.

The man was about 50 to [-] years old, dressed as a Xili businessman, and he seemed to have come to Lai'an to do business at the latest opportunity.

The woman is wearing a thin layer of silver gauze, with silver wreaths inlaid with miscellaneous treasures hanging on her neck, wrists, and waist, as if filled with moonlight, dispelling the heat of the afternoon.

Zhang Shunzi was a person who couldn't be idle, so it was rare for him to encounter business in the afternoon, and he followed the man and woman, Ke Jin enthusiastically introduced the snacks in the shop.

Zhong Tang shook his head inexplicably, and walked to them with Huang Li'er in his arms.

When the woman in silver clothes heard the movement, she turned her head and smiled at him, but Zhong Tang narrowed his eyes.

"Boss, are you back?" Seeing Zhong Tang coming, Zhang Shunzi greeted him, and deftly picked up the snacks the two had chosen, asking, "What else do you two need? Walnuts right now." Crisp and Yunpian Cake are almost ready..."

Not wanting to, Zhong Tang laughed, and leaned against the cabinet with his red sleeves on his arm, knocked on the counter that Zhang Shunzi had just tidied up, and said with a bit of distaste: "What two guests, you really don't wink any more, obviously... "

"Only one guest."

"What, what?" Zhang Shunzi was dumbfounded immediately, and carefully looked at the two people in front of him, but no matter how he looked at them, there were still two people, and he really couldn't figure out why it came to Zhong Tang's mouth, and there was only one left.

Zhong Tang curled his lips together, but he had never seen much smile on his face. Huang Li'er jumped from his arms onto the counter, and walked around in front of the Xili merchant.

"Meow--" the yellow raccoon's cry sounded, but on the tender little claws, a nearly transparent silk thread was hooked.

Zhong Tang took out the silk thread from the yellow raccoon's paw, and with a light tug, the Xili merchant's arm was lifted feebly.

"This, this..." Zhang Shunzi was almost stunned, and the woman in the silver gauze didn't get angry, she just smiled and took the silk thread from Zhong Tang's hand, and said gently and politely: "I'm buying something. Alright, we're leaving too."

Zhong Tang held his chin, looked at her, and said after a while, "People in Da Chong often say that the dead need to go to the ground to rest in peace, so why should the girl be so persistent."

After the woman heard this, she put the slightly rough hand of the Xili businessman on her delicate hand, and said softly: "Because he wants to stay by my side, whether he lives or dies, he doesn't want to leave me."

"I owe him a lot, so it's just such a wish, and it should be fulfilled for him."

After finishing speaking, he smiled at the Xili businessman, and the other party regained his flexibility like a stranger, and smiled at the woman with his head tilted.

The silver veil covered the scorching sun, and the woman and the businessman walked out of the Wuweizhai side by side, leaving Zhong Tang still leaning against the cabinet, looking out the door thoughtfully.

But Zhang Shunzi, who was still enthusiastic just now, stood behind the counter for a long time, his body was so stiff that he couldn't move for a while, and finally managed to squeeze out a few words to Zhong Tang: "The shopkeeper, just now... that person, really Is it a dead person?"

After hearing this, Zhong Tang shook his head: "I said, there is only one person, as for the remaining one—"

"I'm afraid it doesn't even count as a dead person."

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