Chapter 348 6 Fierce Money! Little Friend Stay Step (2 in 1)

Early morning, Weiyang Street.

The tofu is fragrant, and the shouting is loud.

Although the morning light is slightly dew, the streets are already crowded with people and horses, which is much more lively than Pingjiang City.

Zhou Dao took [Lei Yuan Rice] for refining and practiced all night, the energy was filled like a god, filling the big acupoints, the body was full of vitality, the blood energy was condensed like a pill, nourished by Lei Yuan, and the state reached its peak.

This feeling has never been felt before.

It has to be said that this [Lei Yuan Rice] is indeed a treasure of the ancient Taoist sect. In the dark, with the blessing of the ancestor, Zhou Dao is one step closer to opening the [Eight Apertures].

Early in the morning, Zhou Dao came to Weiyang Street with a full look, followed by a dog.

"Master, this Lin'an Mansion is much more prosperous than Pingjiang City, and the smell of meat buns is everywhere." Ha Shiqi straightened his nose, sucking greedily the scent that filled the air.

It's been a while since Zhou Dao left Pingjiang City, Ha Shiqi might be used to being a dog, and he misses it a little.

Of course, the main reason is that since Zhou Dao left, old man Xu, who was shifting, always looked towards their yard, looking at it as if he was watching a dog meat hot pot.

Out of the idea of ​​protecting the old man Xu, Ha Shiran traveled thousands of miles to Lin'an Mansion, and finally found Zhou Dao.

"Shut up, it's early in the morning, are you trying to scare someone?" Zhou Dao shouted in a deep voice.

Ha Shiqi is a [high-level ferocious] monster. In the eyes of Yu Yaosi, a monster of this level is extremely dangerous. Once it shows up, the three major [military guards] will take action.

Zhou Dao walked on the street, followed the scent, and came to the corner of the street.

"Um?"

Zhou Dao looked up and was stunned.

It was still the same steamed stuffed bun shop, empty and deserted. Compared with the thriving business of the noodle restaurant next door, it was almost eerily deserted.

Zhou Dao walked to the steamed stuffed bun shop, steaming like white smoke rising from the cage.

Before it was baked, Zhou Dao smelled the aroma of the steamed stuffed bun.

Compared with the craftmanship of Laowang Baozi Shop in Ping'an Town, the buns here seem to have a more extraordinary taste.

"interesting,

Even mixed with big medicine! ? "

Zhou Dao noticed carefully, and found that the steamed stuffed buns here are indeed different, in addition to the usual ingredients, there is even a hint of medicinal fragrance.

This kind of medicinal fragrance is very special, if there is nothing, it is intermittent, like... incense, it is difficult for ordinary people to detect it, even Zhou Dao himself did not notice it last time.

"Boss..." Zhou Dao became interested and called out.

Apart from the sound of charcoal burning and boiling water on the pot, there is no other movement in the small steamed stuffed bun shop.

"Boss, selling buns..."

Zhou Dao called out again.

Before the words finished, the emaciated boss came out slowly.

He frowned, seeing Zhou Dao, he was startled for a moment, and then he showed a strange look: "It's you again!?"

"You still remember me." Zhou Dao smiled.

He subconsciously looked around.

Although this steamed stuffed bun shop is located in a prosperous place, people come and go but turn a blind eye, no one patronizes.

This was unusual, compared to Zhou Dao who only asked twice, which was naturally impressive.

It's hard for the boss not to remember.

"You go, my buns are not for sale." The emaciated boss waved his hand, and even drove away directly.

It was the first time Zhou Dao saw such a business.

"Tsk tsk, boss, the decoration on your door is quite interesting."

Zhou Dao suddenly looked up, and there was a string of copper coins hanging under the door of the shop, connected with red strings.

Since ancient times, coins have represented the country, the country, and the luck of the country.

Throughout the dynasties, whenever a new emperor ascends the throne, new coins must be minted, the universe will be replaced, and the weather will be updated to show that the country is stable and the society is stable.

Therefore, all coins in the prosperous age are regarded as having strong blessings, luck in the body, and divine help in the dark.

Ordinary people connect the coins of the five prosperous emperors in series with red strings, calling them "Five Emperors Coins" to keep their homes safe.

"It's just an ordinary thing to ask for blessings."

The emaciated boss didn't fix his eyes, but his expression remained the same, he just said casually.

"Five emperors' money?" Zhou Dao smiled, this thing is also available in Ping'an Town, and many people's doors will hang a string.

However, there are very few real five emperors' coins. After all, coins are currency in circulation. Over time, wear and tear is inevitable. Today, there are very few surviving ones.

Of course, Zhou Dao has also seen the real [Five Emperors Money], this thing does not really have supernatural powers, nor does it have the blessing of Taoist magic. It's just that in the dark, he was contaminated with the luck of the country, gained the belief of the people, and has karma in his body, which can drive back ordinary evil spirits.

As the richest man in Ping'an Town, Wang Xiaoyi hangs a string of real "Five Emperors Coins" at the door of his house.

It is said that this string of [Five Emperor Coins] was bought through black market channels, and it is genuine.

Like the large and small shops in Lin'an Prefecture, in order to pray for safety and prosperous business, it is not uncommon to hang a string of [Five Emperors Money] no matter it is true or not.

It's just... There are six coins hanging in this bun shop in a string, the style is simple and there are notches on it, it can be seen that it is very old and has gone through the years.

"Boss, have you heard of the six fierce money?" Zhou Dao raised his eyes lightly, and said with deep meaning.

With just one glance, the boss's calm eyes suddenly flashed with a gleam of surprise and suspicion.

"I once saw a record from Uncle Qin in our town. It said that money in prosperous times contains great fortune and luck, but money in troubled times contains evil." Zhou Dao lightly waved his hand to disperse the moisture in front of him. , dimly, staring at the string of coins above his head.

Five emperors' money, adhering to the luck of the prosperous age, has its own blessings of luck in the dark, and can avoid evil spirits.

However, it is rumored that in troubled times, wars are everywhere, plagues cause disasters, starvation is everywhere, and severe droughts cause disasters... This dynasty has encountered great disasters, and the country has changed, and the coins representing the country are ominous.

From ancient times to the present, the six coins in troubled times have been connected in series, which is "six fierce coins".

It is said that this thing is a very ominous thing, if it is hung in a mortal's home, it will definitely bring bad luck, ranging from unsafe home and loss of money, to severe family ruin and death without a place to bury.

In ancient times, some people used this to harm others.

If there is an enemy, when they move to the ground, they will bury the [six fierce coins] in the foundation, within three years, this family will definitely be destroyed, and there will be no one in ten.

"I've seen a lot of people doing business to make money, but it's the only one that makes trouble." Zhou Dao said softly.

He can conclude that this string of [six evil coins] is genuine.

Because of this, he finds it even more strange that there are still people in this world who start a business and do not seek money, but only seek misfortune?

This is simply unbelievable and contrary to common sense.

"Little brother, you know a lot."

The thin boss gave Zhou Dao a cold look, opened the side door, and let Zhou Dao in.

There were only three tables in the small steamed stuffed bun shop. The owner dragged out a bench and signaled Zhou Dao to sit down, then turned around and watched the catastrophe unfold.

"When I was young, my family sold steamed stuffed buns... That year, the town suffered a catastrophe, and there was no harvest. No one had a way to survive."

The emaciated boss said coldly without turning his head: "On the way to escape from famine, I met a Taoist priest, and he taught me a way to turn evil into luck."

"Turn evil into luck!?" Zhou Dao subconsciously asked.

"For those who do business, open the door to attract wealth, especially in this prosperous place, where the popularity is strong."

"However [Six Fierce Money] can reverse luck, wipe out wealth from all directions, and calm people's anger like ghosts. Such a perverse action is like erecting a dam in front of a rolling flood. Once the water accumulates to a certain extent..."

"The flood is unstoppable, the form is reversed, and the torrential disasters are turned into endless blessings. Only then will there be great luck..."

While talking, the water steamed, the drawers creaked, and the steaming steamed buns gave off a tempting aroma.

When Zhou Dao heard the words, he showed a strange color.

People have three declines and six prosperity, and luck can be good or bad.

This method is tantamount to overdrafting all the bad luck in advance, and concentrating all the good luck in one place to explode.

It's like, some people can pick up a penny when they go out every day, but if they concentrate this luck, they will be poor for half their lives, and they will get a golden mountain in one day.

In contrast, the former is like gurgling water, which is not worth mentioning, while the latter is like a flood, shaking the sky with a blockbuster.

"No wonder your shop has no business." Zhou Dao whispered.

This boss is not open for business at all, he is accumulating misfortune, and once he succeeds, his luck will be reversed.

"Some people work hard all their lives, occupy at most three or two tile-roofed houses, and be a small boss..."

The emaciated boss shook his head and sighed, "If so, wouldn't life be boring?"

As he spoke, the boss picked up a basket of steamed buns and placed them on the table, and the hot aroma rushed to his face.

"I'm afraid not everyone can use your method?" Zhou Dao said lightly.

The boss sat on the side, he seemed to be alone for too long, the chatterbox opened up, he nodded, his expression became lonely.

"The Taoist said that this method is very fierce, and maybe it won't last until the day when you get lucky."

Speaking of this, a look of sadness flashed in the boss's eyes: "Over the years, my relatives and friends have passed away one after another, and now I am the only one left."

The six evils of money, causing disasters and disasters, this kind of retrograde method is not something that ordinary people can get their hands on.

This boss is also a lunatic, destined to be mediocre, but he actually wants to change his luck by this method, and become rich and wealthy, no longer ordinary.

In the end, only he knows who is more important than what he has gained or lost.

"Isn't it good to be a little boss?"

The boss shook his head, and looked at Zhou Dao indifferently: "Have you tried not to eat for three days and three nights, and was stared at like food?"

"Just like I am now, watching quietly, watching, they are looking forward to your death, watching you die, so that they can live and eat with peace of mind, because this is the food given to them by God... it can be Eat it up, don't even waste the juice..."

Hearing this, Zhou Dao couldn't help frowning.

"Sorry, I've talked too much today." The boss stood up, as if he was talking to Zhou Dao, or muttering to himself.

He shook his head, his expression becoming as indifferent as before.

"Eat, the steamed stuffed bun won't taste good when it's cold."

The boss started to get busy, adding firewood to the boiler, with his back turned to Zhou Dao, so he couldn't see his expression.

"There are a lot of medicinal materials in it, and the recipe was given by the Taoist... Actually, this bun is used to enshrine money."

As the breeze blew, the [Six Fierce Coins] on the door swayed slightly, making it particularly dazzling.

"The Taoist said that this is similar to incense in temples, only ghosts and gods can enjoy it, so I never eat it, if ordinary people eat it..." The boss sneered.

"Wow... so fucking delicious!?"

At this moment, a howl of excitement interrupted the boss's words.

His body trembled, and he turned his head abruptly, only to see that Hu Shiqi, who was lying on the ground, had already stuffed two buns into his mouth, and his saliva splashed all over the floor, his face was full of happiness and satisfaction.

Zhou Dao also tasted the steamed stuffed bun and got carried away.

One bite at a time, feeling the taste, it seems that they didn't listen to him at all.

When he was excited about eating, Zhou Dao and Ha Shiqi smiled at each other, and looked at the last bun in the cage.

The dog's paw swooped, and the palm fell...

At this moment, the boss can't tell who is the dog!

"You...you..."

"Damn it, did I bring you out to snatch buns?" Zhou Dao raised his hand, and it was a critical blow, which hit Ha Shiqi on the head.

The latter wailed, hugged his head, curled up under his feet, and made a "woo woo woo" sound.

Zhou Dao's desire was satisfied, he wiped the corners of his mouth, satisfied.

"Boss, your steamed stuffed bun is not bad, I will continue to patronize you next time."

While talking, Zhou Dao dropped the loose silver and walked out of the steamed stuffed bun shop, and at the same time, Ha Shiqi also followed.

The owner of the Baozi shop looked at Zhou Daoyuan's disappearing figure, and there was a gleam of light in his indifferent eyes, like an empty valley and a deep pool, with ripples spreading, which could not be calmed down for a long time.

"What a weirdo." The boss murmured softly.

...

On the way back, Zhou Dao felt a little dry and hot in his body, and a blush welled up on his face.

"Interesting, the Taoist priest this boss met is unusual." Zhou Dao squinted his eyes, circulated his blood energy, and easily refined the "fire" in his body completely.

"Master, this is the refining method of Daoist incense, this stupid thing is actually mixed into the steamed stuffed bun." Ha Shiqi stuck out his tongue.

He is a [high-level ferocious] monster, and this monster body can naturally withstand the power of the medicine in the bun.

"It's no wonder his buns are never eaten by others. Maybe he's right. The Taoist didn't lie to him. The buns are used to worship ghosts and gods."

Zhou Dao narrowed his eyes slightly, and the [Six Fierce Coins] rang out just now. It was fine to just hang it in the shop, but it was even worshiped with incense. It's hard to say for a long time.

"There are so many monsters these days." Zhou Dao couldn't help sighing.

"However, Master, this steamed stuffed bun is really tasty. If I come here for a cage every day, maybe I can cultivate into a big demon." Ha Shiqi never forgot about this steamed stuffed bun.

"What's the point? I'll visit you once a day from now on." Zhou Dao grinned.

He is not very interested in steamed stuffed buns, but he has a lot of ideas about the [six fierce money].

This [Six Fierce Coins] has attracted so much bad luck and enjoyed a long time of incense, if it really turns into a demon... tsk tsk, the patriarch's place can buy goods again.

Thinking of this, Zhou Dao couldn't help laughing.

"Little friend stay here."

At this moment, an old man shouted at the Tofu Nao booth next to him.

Zhou Dao turned his eyes and saw the old man with childish forehead hair, coarse clothes, and a warm smile, looking straight at him.

"Master, you called me!?" Zhou Dao was stunned, only felt that the old man in front of him seemed familiar, as if he had seen him somewhere, but he couldn't remember it for a while.

"Little friend, sit down and talk." The old man made a gesture of invitation.

"Are you..." Zhou Dao asked.

"King Huolong!!!"