The temptation of the wizard

The temptation of the wizard: Huo boss

This is a world where people and monsters coexist.

A traveler is working here as a witch.

There are the romance of Liao Zhai, the unrestrained martial arts, the blood of fantasy, the unrestrained spirit of Xianxia...

Chapter 1 Witch dress is not women's dress, it is professional dress

In southern Xinjiang, one hundred thousand mountains stretch endlessly.

There are several prefectures and cities in the eastern part of southern Xinjiang, and the central part is already a sparsely populated and wild area, with only scattered mountain towns and villages scattered among them.

Ailao Town at the foot of Ailao Mountain. There is a Nanta Village seven or eight miles northwest of the town. There are more than fifty households. The stone houses and wooden buildings are somewhat of the style of Zhongzhou architecture. The pavilions and pavilions are not elegant. , But exceptionally quiet.

At sunset, the villagers had an early dinner, put an incense table and fruit offerings outside the door, and then went home and closed the doors and windows. The village was silent.

There is a stone stairway in the bamboo forest more than ten meters to the left of the village entrance archway. The stone stairway extends 50 meters up the hillside. There is also a primitive fir archway with three large characters-Houtu Temple.

Houtu is one of the twelve witch gods, and most of the people in southern Xinjiang believe in the twelve witch gods. There must be a witch god temple within a hundred miles of the mountain village.

The Houtu Temple in Nanta Village has a good incense, and at this time there is still a faint green smoke rising into the air.

The temple building is also a Zhongzhou style attic, with a total of two wooden buildings and three bamboo sheds, covering an area of ​​one hundred feet square, very old, but clean and tidy.

I wish Yuntai sits on the wooden floor in the corridor of the main building, with a dreadful beast under one year old in his arms, calm and contented.

Playing pandas is really enjoyable!

People in this world call giant pandas Moyu beasts.

The sunset melted and the night was approaching, he had to put down the panda, patted its little butt, and said with a chuckle: "Go back, you should go home in the dark."

The little panda squeaked and crawled towards the bamboo forest next to the house.

I wish Yuntai gently dusted off the mud marks on his white clothes, stood up and walked towards the kitchen.

He put down a bunch of dried noodles, put a few soaked mushrooms, and sprinkled a handful of bean sprouts... After a while, he picked up two bowls of noodles, and walked up the second floor of the Shenlou from the outer stairs with a tray.

The second floor is where he lives, which is slightly spacious and deserted.

The living room was converted into a spiritual practice hall, with an incense table in the corner at the end, an incense burner and a red carved shrine on the table.

I wish Yuntai put a bowl of noodles and chopsticks on the incense table, reached out and knocked on the door of the shrine, and said calmly: "Baye, today is Zhongyuan, I wish you a happy holiday, and don't make trouble."

He walked to the corridor with another bowl of noodles by himself, glanced at the crimson moon slowly rising on the side of the mountain, and ate the noodles silently.

When he went back to clean up, he found that the porcelain bowl in front of the shrine was empty, and a few drops of soup had fallen on the case.

Zhu Yuntai packed up the dishes, stood on the hill and glanced at the direction of the west end of the village, then went back to the room and changed into work clothes.

"Witch" is generally called "Witch" or "Witch Zhu", who can communicate with gods and ghosts.

It is said that only the holiest woman can become a witch.

Zhu Yuntai is not a woman, but she is very beautiful, and she is born to be able to see ghosts. She was raised by a witch.

Now that the witch is not there, he has to complete this year's Mid-Yuan Festival ghost sacrifice mission alone.

Work clothes are very simple, a white double-breasted gown with a bright red skirt, a red belt tied with a bow, a bunch of black hair, tied with a red ribbon, and then put on bright red cloth shoes.

His skin is white and tender, his cheeks resemble freshly peeled eggs, his contours are not masculine, but his jade face and vermilion lips are soft, his legs are long and thin, his waist is slender, he is handsome, and his temperament is elegant and vulgar. His gender.

But witch dressmaking is already a female symbol.

He was quite used to this kind of attire, so he went out after a little tidying up and came to the village entrance archway.

There is also an incense table next to the archway, as well as an iron pot, three covered buckets, a pile of dry wood, and an earthen stove.

He first started a fire in the earthen stove, then set up an iron pot, and scooped the mushrooms, bamboo shoots, and white radish soaked in the bucket into the iron pot to cook.

In a short while, the aroma of Sanxian Tang diffused, slowly permeating the village with the wind.

The night breeze was blowing, and the scarlet moon in the sky was covered with a layer of tulle.

A dark long-tongued ghost came from the south, wishing Yuntai a bowl of three fresh soup and handed it to it.

When the tongue of the long tongue ghost rolled, the bowl was empty.

It grunts and swallows, squints its eyes and makes a sound of enjoyment, before saying, "Good!"

Yuntai smiled and gave it another bowl.

The shiitake mushrooms he cooks at the moment are dried, and the aroma is much stronger than the freshly picked mushrooms. The bamboo shoots are also blanched and soaked to remove the bitterness. With the already strong white radish, this pot of soup is simple, but very Tasty.

This is a world where people and demons and monsters coexist. The land is sparsely populated, the level of productivity is low, and the emphasis on food is far inferior to his hometown.

During the Mid-Year Festival, ghosts and monsters can break free and their ghost power will be greatly increased. They must be given face. On this day, every household will put offerings at the door to entertain them, and Zhuyuntai, as the only witchcraft in the village, shoulders the responsibility of maintaining order.

A head floated to the east, yelling "beauty" and rammed into the cloud platform, was copied by the spoon in his hand, threw the head into the earthen stove and burned, making a strange cry of "quack".

There was a "hissing" inhalation sound from all around, and several ghosts appeared.

"Idiot, the ghost dare to attack the witch!"

"It should be a new ghost."

"It's so fragrant!"

"Knock the fierce! Dare to kill ghosts on the Ghost Festival."

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The wet water ghost with a large canopy of aquatic plants on his head aggressively walked to the front of the incense table and asked: "Hu Lao! Li Jieshi will not give the ghost face!" The water grass on the head immediately opened his teeth and danced his claws.

Yuntai filled it with a bowl of Sanxian soup. The water ghost stagnated, and he hesitated to take the Sanxian soup. It was also a mouthful. He immediately said intoxicatedly, chewing the ingredients in his mouth. After smashing the bowl, the ghost yelled, "Important!" I completely forgot to ask the crime.

A mountain boy jumped out of the archway. It was a short, one-footed mountain ghost. He was wearing a quilt, and had a nose and mouth, but only one vertical eye. He jumped to the incense table and stretched out his right hand. There are two golds in the small hand. Naked child.

I wish Yuntai was a little surprised, "For me?"

Shantong nodded, and Yuntai took the golden naked child and served it a bowl of Sanxian soup full of ingredients.

Shantong jumped to the side to eat soup, and a ghost came to the end of the village, muttering "Come chase me, chase me..."

A corpse crawled from the ground, shouting all the way: "Who will carry my old scum, old scum is lost..."

When the moon hit the sky, the ghosts had already lined up two dozen meters long lines in front of Zhuyuntai's incense case, and some of them were regular customers he had seen in the past few years.

Yuntai had already boiled a large bucket of ingredients. He turned around and looked at the village. It felt quite quiet. The villagers should sleep peacefully. He also felt relieved.