"Sir, the medicinal materials you want have been bought, do you see?"

Zhang Jiao looked at the shopkeeper who rubbed his fingers in front of him, and threw a corner of the silver at his fingers, and then said, "Shopkeeper, remember to warm me up two more hard dishes."

The shopkeeper with a stingy face in front of him immediately took Yinzi. He bent down and said, "Don't worry, this hero, I'll prepare you for you. If you have any needs, just give me instructions."

Zhang Jiao responded, picked up the long knife around his waist, and walked back to his room.

One room with a bedding and two stools.

This place is a small town outside the Beiguan of Changqi County, only more than 20 miles away from Beiguan. People come and go on weekdays, so it is also a prosperous place.

Zhang Jiao originally thought that after entering Changqi County, he would see a corpse everywhere, Liao Wuyan's death.

Because in the news he heard, the place suffered consecutive disasters last year, which was a constant stream of natural disasters and man-made disasters. It seems that it was particularly tragic.

But I didn't expect that after coming here, although the number of refugees I saw was very large, it was not as barren as I imagined, but instead had a deformed prosperity.

The upper class still lives a luxurious life, only the refugees below struggle with death and hunger.

Every day, many caravans come in and out of North Guanzhong and deliver a large amount of goods. Countless refugees from Changqi County rushed here to ask for a bite.

Zhang Jiaozhang looked at Beiguan from afar and found that this was the most prosperous city he had seen after coming to this world.

At the same time, he also discovered his goal for this trip, the Sanyang Society.

People from the Sanyang Society will serve porridge outside the city every day to preach and attract believers. This is also the reason why so many refugees are rushing over here.

Zhang Jiao planned what to do next. While closing the door and waiting for the footsteps outside the door to gradually walk away, he took off his hat covered with black cloth and placed it on a stool. Then he opened the medicinal materials he had bought, and after carefully distinguishing the medicinal materials, he took out the five-fold he needed and prepared to start making hair dye.

If he enters the city with this appearance, it is really eye-catching. I am afraid that it will be recognized in a short time.

So, you should disguise yourself first.

According to the recipe obtained from the old doctor in the town, Zhang Jiao first crushed the five-fold vegetation into powder, then mixed it with pine leaves, lotus seed grass juice, sesame oil, bristle and other objects, stirred it evenly, and then summoned the red ghost and let it spray low heat at the clay tank until it condensed into paste.

The fire ghost bulged his cheeks and carefully controlled the force, so as not to let the flames spurted out of his mouth bring yin energy, otherwise the yin fire would be emitted and the clay pot would not be able to be boiled.

Zhang Jiao next to him was holding a scripture and chanting in a low voice.

"The immortal way is valuable for life, and the infinite way is valuable for people. The immortal way is valuable for life, and the ghost way is valuable for the end. The immortal way is always good, and the ghost way is always evil..."

As the sound of chanting scriptures, the hair dyeing medicinal materials in the clay pot finally slowly condensed into paste.

The red ghost came to Zhang Jiao happily. Before he could take credit, he squeezed it into the fire evil spirit and sucked it into his body.

Zhang Jiao took the clay tank and just sat on the small stool, and immediately four arms stretched out from behind him.

The smooth and white palm gently stroked his white hair, and then grabbed a ball of black paste-like object from the clay tank and carefully applied it to each of his hair.

The sound of sobs and sorrows echoed in his ears.

"No! My white hair!"

"Please beg me, don't get sick!"

"Wait a minute, let me take a look at it again!"

Zhang Jiao looked at several of himself who were lying on his feet in pain and said indifferently, "If you have such idleness, go and recite the scriptures for a while."

"No, I'll leave first if I have something to do."

He lies at his feet and cries bitterly, and immediately stops crying and disappears one by one before his eyes.

Zhang Jiao stared at the shadow that showed his appearance in the fog, and raised the corner of his mouth proudly, "Ha, don't I understand myself yet?"

More than ten minutes later, after the four arms behind him wiped all his hair, Zhang Jiao looked at the mist that had already spread out most of the room and took a breath.

The gray mist immediately retracted into his body, and the room returned to its original appearance.

Um?

wrong.

There is one more thing.

In the corner of the wall next to the wooden bed, a yellow-brown mouse was froze in the cracked crack in the wall.

Zhang Jiao looked at the dead mouse and subconsciously opened his mouth and vomited out a mouthful of red and green flames.

The flame immediately turned the mouse into ashes, and there was a chirping sound outside the crack of the wall, and several mice immediately dispersed and fled out.

Zhang Jiao just took a look and didn't care.

He loosened his hair, waiting for it to dry naturally.

More than half an hour later, Zhang Jiao, who felt that he had done something similar, immediately changed into tight clothes and dressed up like a young man in the martial arts world.

"This should avoid a lot of trouble."

Zhang Jiao thought to himself, "You are looking for a white-haired Taoist, what's the matter with me, the young man with black hair."

As soon as he walked out of the room, he saw the shopkeeper who was scolding his son.

"A little wink, the guest came in and asked if you had gone to the room, but you said you didn't go to the room?"

"Are you stupid? We have the final say from time to time when we go to the house? Isn't the dirt house next to you rented out like this? You can't even learn how to learn it. Why did I give birth to such a fool?"

"If it weren't for me, you might have starved to death?"

He was scolding his son, but when Zhang Jiao walked over, he stopped immediately, not afraid that he would hear what he had just said, and immediately said with a smile.

"Hero, you're out! That dish is still hot for you. Why don't you bring it to this hero?"

The shopkeeper's son ran out immediately.

Zhang Jiao didn't care about what he said before, and asked about the news in Changqi County without any trace.

When the shopkeeper's son brought the meal, he suddenly said casually as if he had thought of something.

"Shopkeeper, please pay attention. There are mice in your house that have made a nest."

The boss was stunned for a moment when he heard this. He said in a daze, "Hero, don't worry about this. Our family is a century-old store, and there is no possibility of a mouse."

"If anyone doesn't eat this idea, what are the mice eating? If there are really mice, they will have been eaten up by the starving ghosts outside."

"Within a radius of twenty miles in North Pass, you can't imagine seeing a living creature with only four legs."

Zhang Jiao was stunned for a moment when he heard this. A layer of blood gradually spread in his eyes and said quietly, "That may be because I saw it wrong. The shopkeeper, then you go and do it first. I'll take it back to the house to eat."

The shopkeeper responded and was about to come up to help, but he saw Zhang Jiao walking back with a thin layer of steamed rice covered with a steamed rice with a thin layer of steamed meat.

He didn't care, and turned around and continued to teach his son a lesson.

In the room.

Zhang Jiao stared at the crack in the corner of the wall, his eyes filled with blood, and looked at the rat that had just been burned to death.

On the crack of the broken wall, a blood-colored mouse that seemed to be without a body suddenly bounced out of the crack of the wall.

The mice circled around the place where they died as if they were alive.

Zhang Jiao stared at it, and countless pictures of information began to flash in his eyes.

In the end, a cruel picture was frozen in his eyes.

In the dark secret room, a white-haired mouse the size of a dog was enshrined on the Eight Immortals table, surrounded by offerings.

It lay lazily on the table, grinding its teeth with a man with a thick bone.

The human skull is covered with tooth marks.
Chapter completed!