benefactor, i'll save you

The owner of the noodle restaurant was flustered, and he recognized it from a distance. The customer who can eat so much, he, he is here again!

She is obviously petite, thin and frail, and has a delicate and elegant appearance, and even walks a little weakly.

but!

This is the seventh bowl of small wontons he has eaten!

The bowls can be put together to stack Arhats, okay?

Terrible, the boss guessed that it wasn't that the small wontons in his shop were too delicious, but that this customer was not edible by ordinary people.Well, it's still the kind of food that doesn't make you fat, and your thin body needs to make up a lot of calories...

After eating the eighth bowl of small wontons, Ji Hetu wiped his mouth clean and called the boss to pay the bill.

The boss stepped forward and counted, good guy, eight empty bowls, he ate eight bowls of small wontons!

"Guest, guest, eight bowls of wontons, a total of [-] Wen."

Ji Hetu took out an ingot of broken silver from his sleeve, put it on the table, and said, "You don't need to look for it anymore, it's your reward."

This noodle dish is very average, but the small wontons are delicious, and I will come again next time.

Ji Hetu sat in the store for a long time, and finally a third customer came, a miser in old patched clothes.

Looking at the shabby clothes on his body that were washed white, Ji Hetu had a question in his heart: Will he be willing to spend money to buy things?

It's not that he has a prejudice against miser, it's that this kind of ghost is too famous, it is said that he is the most stingy ghost.

When the miser saw the owner of the grocery store, the little idea of ​​bargaining in his heart was immediately eliminated.

"Senior, is the No. 9 unnamed real person on the invincible list in the cultivation world?"

Ji Hetu was stunned for a moment, and suddenly remembered that the original owner really had such a shameful title, and quickly asked, "Hey, do you know me?"

Miser lowered his head shyly, and said in a low voice: "To tell you the truth, I know everyone on the invincible list. I bought small portraits of you, as well as stories and picture books in various versions."

Ji Hetu was a little embarrassed, so what, he was still wondering if he came to buy something just now!Never thought that he also has fans, and he is still a miser.

"Hey, if you practice hard, you might become very powerful in the future."

Miser received encouragement from his idol, and his determination to pursue the supreme way became firmer in his heart.

The unknown real person is still practicing in the world of mortals, constantly honing his state of mind.I have been a mere ghost for hundreds of years, how can I slack off!

After giving himself a wave of chicken blood, the miser asked sincerely: "Master Wuming, I heard that the grocery store sells all kinds of sundries. So... do you have your copybooks, paintings, or other items that can be framed and collected?"

Yaoshou, this is really not the case.

Whether it is the original owner or Ji Hetu, none of the four major skills of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting have been lit up at all...

So, facing the miser's sincere eyes, Ji Hetu couldn't bear to deceive him, so he told the truth:

"Sorry, there is nothing for sale in the store. I don't know calligraphy, I don't know the rhythm of the piano, and I don't know how to draw."

The miser was lost for three seconds, he clenched his fist violently, with a firm expression on his face, and said:

"Really, I should imitate you to concentrate on cultivation, instead of half-heartedly studying miscellaneous learning and coveting pleasure. Is the fairy trying to tell me that only by focusing on nothing else can I become a fairy? I understand, thank you for your guidance."

Looking at the miser's energetic face, Ji Hetu was speechless.Indulging in cultivation is also a good thing, just let him go, and make up your mind as you like.It may be that he has lived too long, and he doesn't understand the thoughts of young people.

……

The grocery store closes on time at sunset, ending the day's business.After closing the door, Ji Hetu still chose to eat the delicious little wontons - if it wasn't for the strange look in his eyes from the boss, he would have eaten an extra bowl.

Even the wind is sultry on summer nights.

Ji Hetu was carrying a big bag, seeing passers-by whose clothes were drenched in sweat, looking like a hot dog, and felt that it was not bad to be a mortal, not afraid of ghosts and ghosts, and not invaded by cold and heat.

Taking brisk steps, Ji Hetu walked from the street to the corner, his eyes fixed on the dirty trash can.

There was a ghost's arm there, it should be the whole right hand that was cut off, the incision was smooth, and the murder weapon was very sharp.

Ji Hetu stared at Master Song's original work tightly held by the ghost, with a gloomy expression.

Today, this ghost still talked to him, his clothes were clean and tidy, and he tidied himself up very decently.

Ji Hetu remembered that he had no sins on him, so he was a good ghost.Seriously speaking, Ji Hetu opened a shop in this area, murdering innocent ghosts here, that would be a slap in the face of Ji Hetu!Therefore, Ji Hetu is ready to find the murderer and avenge the innocent hanged ghost.

After discovering that the guests who were fine in the morning were murdered, Ji Hetu was no longer in the mood to pick up trash.

Putting the ghost hand invisible to ordinary people into the big bag, Ji Hetu rummaged through the storage bag while walking back.

His guests who were alive and kicking this morning turned into dead ghosts tonight, it was too miserable.What's more, being a monster in this land is tantamount to provoking him and making things difficult for him.In a word, I can't bear it!

When it comes to tracking down the murderer, Ji Hetu also needs to use unique props.

An unremarkable gray incense stick was found from the storage bag. The corners of Ji Hetu's mouth curled up, and he found it. It was exactly the incense stick he needed. Its smoke could track down the most serious murderer.

Ji Hetu took off the sleeve from the hanged ghost's arm, and silently lit the fire.

The sleeves burned with the tracking incense, and after burning out, a gray smoke seemed to give birth to consciousness, extending along a certain place.

A smile appeared on Ji Hetu's delicate face, "It's causing trouble in my territory, hmph, if you catch him, you will definitely be beaten up."

The smoke took him to a dilapidated hut and disappeared.

Ji Hetu smelled the evil spirit around the hut, and secretly confirmed in his heart that the murderer should be here.

Without saying a word, he grabbed the air with his hand, and a simple willow whip with a cold light appeared in his hand.At the same time, the murderous aura on his body became stronger.

It is the original owner's natal weapon, a willow whip that has been smelted for thousands of years.Its toughness can be called a magic weapon.

"The monster inside, come out, your monster aura can't hide from me at all."

Ji Hetu shook his hand, and the willow whip instantly stretched, and the roof of the hut was blown away with one whip.

The demon in the house finally couldn't sit still, the dilapidated wooden door of the hut was pushed open with a creak, and a middle-aged beautiful woman in a red cheongsam came out without a sound.

"The little demon has seen the senior."

"Huh." The image of Ji He saw something unbelievable, wiped his eyes with a small white hand, and said in confusion:

"You never hurt anyone?"

It is really strange that there is no cause and effect for evil in the banshee.Maybe he found the wrong person, and even lifted the roof of his house...

The banshee covered her mouth and said with a smile: "Senior, what jokes are you making, the little demon dare not."

Ji Hetu thought for a while, and suggested to the banshee with a cold face: "You're not harmful, so I won't beat you to death. Let the hanged ghosts in the house go."

The banshee froze for a moment, then changed her face, and her voice was sharp: "I will not give him to you! He is mine! He is mine!"

Avoiding the banshee's sharp claws, Ji Hetu struggled with the banshee, dragged him, and tried to break into the hut to save the ghost.

The banshee's eyes were shattered, and the corners of her mouth let out sharp screams, which caused Ji Hetu a headache.Seeing that the banshee wanted to leave the battle and go to the house, Ji Hetu forcefully forced him back with a whip.

He paid attention to the proportion of his shots and tried not to kill her.The two fought for a while, but the banshee was no match for Ji Hetu after all, so he tied her up with a willow whip and threw it aside.

Ji Hetu entered the house and came out with the hanged ghost, who was still rubbing his eyes.

"Thank you senior for saving me. Sigh, my luck is bad, I can't beat it, I was robbed and tied up into rice dumplings, and I had to cover my eyes with cloth strips. The cloth was tied too tightly, and my eyes hurt..."

The banshee stopped, her beautiful eyes were full of tears, she stared at the hanged ghost with resentment and love.

"Cissy!"

When the hanged ghost saw the true face of the banshee, he couldn't help but exclaimed.

Ji Hetu turned his head and asked him, "Do you recognize this monster?"

The hanged ghost didn't care about the sticking out tongue, and nodded desperately, pleading for the banshee:

"Senior, please let her go, Sissy was my wife before she was alive, and she has never harmed anyone."

Ji Hetu glanced at his ghost body missing his right hand, and asked seriously, "You really don't plan to pursue it?"

The hanged ghost stuffed his tongue back into his mouth with his left hand, and replied firmly:

"Yes, senior, Sissy must have misunderstood me to strike so hard. I am willing to forgive her."

"Since it's a misunderstanding, don't fight and kill. The two of you should make it clear."

"What the seniors have taught is."

The hanged ghost admitted that the wrong one was called active, and he was afraid that Ji Hetu would suddenly go berserk and kill the banshee.

Ji Hetu reached into his pocket, and handed to the Hanged Ghost the authentic handwriting of Mr. Song that he was carrying.

"Here, the calligraphy and painting you bought. I wanted to find your corpse and make it whole, and then burn it to you."

The hanged ghost saw the original handwriting that was lost along with his right hand, looked at Ji Hetu's delicate and soft face, made a big gift, and said with a sob:

"Senior first looked for me with the intention of avenging me, and he didn't forget to bring my "relics" to return to their original owners.Such pity for the weak and compassionate heart, I would like to use my life to repay the kindness of my predecessors. "

Ji Hetu shook his head and rejected him.

"No, it's just a matter of little effort for me. It's only by fate that we become husband and wife. The two of you have a good talk. Now that there's a monster and a ghost, it's not impossible to continue the relationship."

Ji Hetu cast a spell on the banshee to imprison her demon power. Seeing the nervous expression on the hanged ghost's face, he explained:

"Temporarily seal her demon power, and it will be unlocked automatically after an hour. Tell her well, I should go."

"Thank you senior!"

……

Before dawn, Ji Hetu continued his great career of picking up trash.

His long black hair blew a few strands with the night wind, and then fell down gently.

Bending down to pick up a glass cup exuding aura, and shining it on the moonlight, it is translucent, a good thing.

Ji Hetu opened the mouth of the bag and carefully put the fragile item in.