The heroine eavesdropped on her heart, and my villain's character collapsed.

The two of them set up the stall until dusk, and there were not many customers between them at the end of the day.

I don’t even know who is spreading rumors that Tang Yu, a palm reader, is a dirty pervert.

As a result, the policemen from the Yamen came and almost arrested Tang Yu and sent him to jail.

"Brother, I'll treat you to whatever you want to eat."

After a hard day's work, the little Taoist priest looked at Tang Yu with the sixty coins he had earned.

Fifty coins of it belonged to Miss Xue, and another ten coins were given by an old man to tell her grandson's fortune.

"It's been a hard day. Reward yourself. You go buy some beef patties and meat buns, and I'll buy a chicken to roast for dinner."

"Huh? Then won't you eat all the money you earned today?"

"Today there is wine and today is drunk, and tomorrow's worries come tomorrow's worries."

"It makes some sense."

The little Taoist priest hadn't had a good meal in several days. After eating Tang Yu's half bowl of beef noodles during the day, he was still a little hungry.

The two of them split up, and the little Taoist went to buy beef patties and meat buns.

Tang Yu walked around and found a house. He exchanged sixty cents with the old woman for a chicken and asked for some condiments.

After the two met, they went to a small river outside the city.

After finding some dry branches to use as firewood.

The little Taoist priest also rarely used his Qi-refining skills and used a fire technique to ignite these dry branches.

After finishing the chicken, he put it on the fire and roasted it. Tang Yu took a pot of wine he bought along the way and encouraged the little Taoist priest to drink.

Unable to resist Tang Yu's persuasion, the little Taoist priest blushed and waved his hands to express that he couldn't drink after two sips.

When the roasted chicken was almost ready, Tang Yu sprinkled some condiments on it and ate it with the little Taoist priest, smiling as he ate.

"Little brother, have you ever thought about living with that Miss Xue? Do you think she is not a monk?"

Almost all monks will not find a mortal who cannot practice as a Taoist companion.

No matter how beautiful a mortal woman is, in the eyes of a monk she is just that.

There is a turbid air in the body of people who have not cultivated. Mortals may not be able to smell it, but monks can clearly feel it.

The little Taoist priest shook his head and said, "It's not that I dislike it."

"But it's okay if a monk doesn't look for a mortal. A monk has a long lifespan, but a mortal has a short lifespan. You can imagine the feeling of watching the beauty you once spent time with grow old."

Tang Yu tore off the sizzling and oily chicken legs. The taste wasn't very good, but there were a lot of condiments and the taste was strong, so it went well with wine.

The little Taoist priest looked up at the stars in the sky and smiled: "I never thought about this."

"Then what are you thinking about? If you don't concentrate on your cultivation, you won't think about ascending in the daytime, right?"

"What do you want to eat tomorrow? Do you have money to eat tomorrow? I only have ten cents in my pocket."

"You are quite a lively person."

Tang Yu laughed and took out another ten cents from his pocket and threw it to the little Taoist priest.

"Now you have twenty coins."

"It's not even ten cents per person. If we can't make money tomorrow, we can only eat three meat buns each."

The little Taoist priest was about to sigh, but he remembered that his elders said that sighing would take away blessings, so he quickly closed his mouth and raised his head to count the stars.

"Don't worry, you will make money. If you really can't, your eldest brother will sacrifice his beauty and use his face to eat. He will take care of you and take you to eat and drink well."

Tang Yu comforted.

The little Taoist priest turned his head and looked at Tang Yu's face illuminated by the firelight, but hesitated to speak.

"Don't believe it, my face is actually fake. Do you want to see it?"

Tang Yu chuckled.

The little Taoist priest hesitated for a moment, but still cast a curious look.

Tang Yu lifted up the magic weapon of the mask on his face, and quickly put it down again, letting this guy see what it means to be able to rely on his face to make a living, but he is willing to starve on his talent.

The little Taoist priest was stunned for a while with a doubtful expression on his face before he came back to his senses. He thought that if the elder brother used his face to set up a stall to tell fortunes, he could probably earn one tael of gold a day.

After the two of them had eaten and drank enough, a curfew was imposed in the city, and they couldn't go back even if they wanted to.

Fortunately, the little Taoist priest was experienced and took Tang Yu to an abandoned Taoist temple outside the city. There was a pile of hay in the corner of the Taoist temple.

He spread the hay on the ground, feeling a little embarrassed.

"Sleep here tonight, and let's take turns keeping watch?"

"Vigil? Are you afraid of robbers?"

Tang Yu looked at the little Taoist priest with an idiot look.

Let’s not talk about how many robbers he can fight.

This guy is a practitioner after all. No matter how strong a martial arts master is, he can't compare to an ordinary Qi practitioner.

"That makes sense."

The little Taoist priest looked embarrassed and ran to get some firewood. He made a ball of fire with his hands, lit the firewood, and fell down on the straw to sleep.

Seeing that this guy would rather sleep than practice in the middle of the night, Tang Yu couldn't help but lament that there were such arrogant monks in the world.

But he did like to get along with such people.

This kind of people are immersed in their own world and will not calculate others. It is easy to deal with such people.

Lying on the haystack, they closed their eyes and soon fell into a deep sleep.

The pile of firewood burning next to it made a slight popping sound from time to time.

Until the first part is burned out, the dilapidated Taoist temple and the night merge into one again.

In the dry well outside the Taoist temple, a black head suddenly poked out.

The waterfall-like hair covered most of the face under the head, and a pale face could be vaguely seen.

The head slowly floated into the air. Under the head was a red wedding dress, but the western limb of the body was missing.

It floated in the air like a paper man. The ghostly figure circled the Taoist temple twice and then suddenly flew to the door of the Taoist temple. A pair of hateful eyes looked at Tang Yu and Tang Yu who were sleeping in the Taoist temple.

A somewhat sad and mournful opera sound came from its mouth, as if a woman was crying softly in its ears.

The red wedding dress slowly flew into the Taoist temple.

The screams of the opera became louder and louder.

Tang Yu, who was sleeping, suddenly felt a chill. He opened his eyes a little after hearing the sound of opera in his ears.

He saw that streak of blood-red floating above, and the dark eyes without a trace of white were staring at him.

Tang Yu's anus suddenly tightened.

Fortunately, as an excellent man, he has the calmness to remain calm even if the toilet explodes.

So he chose to continue pretending to sleep.

Then he turned sideways and put his legs on the little Taoist priest. He also stretched out his hands and put them on his face, pinching his nose.

The little Taoist priest was sleeping heavily. After Tang Yu pinched his nose, he quickly became breathless and opened his eyes.

Then, he saw a ghostly face less than half a meter away from him. The dark eyes were staring at him, and bright red blood flowed from the eye sockets and dripped on the little Taoist priest's face.

The two sides looked at each other for less than half a second before the little Taoist opened his mouth and screamed.

The wedding lady ghost rushed towards the little Taoist priest like a flapping moth.

"Brother! There is a ghost!!"

The little Taoist screamed and jumped up from the haystack, but the sound he made was that of a girl.

The little Taoist priest jumped to the side and fought with the ghost.