In the morning, the streets were already full of people. The morning market was also set up long ago, and there were bursts of tempting aromas from the stalls selling breakfast.
A little Taoist stood in front of the steamed bun shop, yawning and saying to Xiao Er, "Bring me two steamed buns."
"Okay, the little Daoist, is it still stuffed with sauce and meat?" Xiao Er obviously knew the little Daoist priest and asked familiarly.
"En." The little Taoist nodded. He carries a mahogany sword on his back, a gossip mirror hanging from his waist, and his hair is tied up with a cloth at will. It's a robe. It looks like he is 18 or 19 years old, with ordinary appearance, only those eyes are clear and energetic, adding a clear and beautiful appearance to the overall appearance, slightly dark skin, and looks very energetic.
This little Taoist priest, named Yan Zhengya, is the only Taoist priest in the only Taoist temple in this area for hundreds of years. In this world, many fairies are rampant, and there are naturally demon slayers. The little Taoist has won the true inheritance of his master and is a demon slayer.
Yan Zhengya took out a few copper plates and handed them over, then took the buns and started nibbling. Just after eating a bun, there was the sound of hurried footsteps and a heart-piercing shout from behind.
"Little Daoist! It's so hard for me to find you." A eloquent voice suddenly sounded behind Yan Zhengya, almost frightening the bun in his hand to fall.
"Speak well." Yan Zhengya had a headache. In fact, as the only demon slayer in more than 20 nearby villages and towns, his business is still good. But he often encounters some weird clients and makes some weird requests, leaving him speechless. He has an ominous premonition now.
"Ah, little Daoist, my master asks you to catch a weasel demon." After the speaker stood firm in front of Yan Zhengya, he said with a serious face, "The matter is very serious, this weasel demon is very ferocious. Please Make sure to catch it."
"Oh?" Yan Zhengya frowned, "How cruel?"
"This ferocious weasel demon, came to steal my master's wine, that's fine. When the master entered the room, he farted at the master and vomited. The master told you to catch this one. Weasel demon. Then, let it fart for it to smell, so that it can take revenge." There was no joke on the face of the speaker, and it was very solemn.
"Oh, goodbye." Yan Zhengya had a black line on his forehead, his hunch came true, and he met such a strange client again and made such a strange request. After saying this, Yan Zhengya turned around and left.
"Master said, ten taels of silver!" A voice floated.
Yan Zhengya stopped, stepped back, and stood in front of the man with a righteous face: "Exterminating demons is to act for heaven! It is our duty as demon exorcists! Let's go, take me to the scene of the crime first. Look, let me first identify the demon, and I will definitely catch this goblin and give your master an explanation."
"Okay, the little Daoist, come with me." The speaker happily led the way.
Twelve taels of silver! Yan Zhengya was thinking as she walked. There is a place in the main hall of the Taoist temple that is leaking a little rain, so we have to buy materials to repair it. And autumn is coming to an end, so I have to buy cotton-padded clothes for winter. There is not much rice in the rice jar, so it's time to buy rice. After buying these, there should be more than half of the ten taels of silver left.
(End of this chapter)