Chapter 108 The Dry Well

"That's a monster." Tassel, who had recovered enough to easily identify the monster's aura, couldn't wait to express: "I sensed the monster's aura."

Qin Yi always felt that sensing the evil spirit was quite miraculous.

After the monster takes shape, it is no different from a human being, and there is no animal smell. Like Yeling Chenghuang, they are all fragrant, one is pleasantly fragrant, the other is charming and heart-warming, and the two are even different in fragrance. How on earth can you tell if there is a monster...

So I asked.

Liusu said unhappily: "Who told you that it is smelled by the nose. Demons and humans have different cultivation foundations, and the aura produced by cultivation is naturally different. This is judged by divine sense, not nose!"

"Then what kind of demon was that just now?"

"That's a kind of mouse, a good ingredient."

"Ingredients?"

"Yeah, it tastes good, and it can increase your affinity for thunder and lightning after using it. If Chenghuang's favorite food is changed, she might have stewed it, no wonder I have to dare to enter the demon city..."

"Why do I think the thing you're talking about is called Pikachu?"

"what is that?"

While speaking, the Taoist priest Qinghe had already arrived at the well surrounded by the crowd. Qin Yi didn't desert Liusu any more, and squeezed his way over to poke his head to look.

The well was so deep that most people couldn't see to the bottom, but with Qin Yi's current eyesight, he could easily see that the bottom was dry. In this heavy rain, there was no stagnant water below, and some moisture could be seen gradually being absorbed at the bottom of the well.

If it is said that the groundwater is dry, it will not even run out of water in the stinky ditch... This is not a problem with the well, and "professional plumbing" is probably meaningless.

Qin Yi's expression was a little dignified. He felt that there was something underneath... It was an extraordinary force beyond the norm that was affecting everything.

Is it the mouse's fault?

What's the point of having a well?

At this time, the head of the family also came out after hearing the news, and smiled at Taoist priest Qinghe: "I'm really sorry to trouble the Taoist priest with trivial matters at home."

This is the Wang Yuanwai... Qin Yi took a look, but he was an elegant old man with a certain temperament, but he only had a pair of triangular eyes, and his face was not very good. Liusu didn't learn divination, and naturally he didn't learn physiognomy. Qin Yi couldn't judge people by their appearance, so he looked away after one glance.

Daoist Qinghe stroked his beard and said with a smile: "Whether it's a blockage or some other force, the poor Taoist only needs to cast a spell to lure the groundwater to flow, the blockage will clear up, and the strange force will dissipate by itself, but it's a trivial matter."

Wang Yuanwai said with great joy: "Then there will be a Daoist priest, and the remuneration will satisfy the Taoist priest."

"Just for the peace of the village, why bother to pay?" Taoist Qinghe said seriously: "Please prepare the magic weapon."

"What magic weapon does the Taoist priest need?"

"Black sandalwood incense table, yellow paper with thousands of dollars, cinnabar and peach wood, three hundred and sixty-five stars and lights in the courtyard..." Daoist Qinghe kept reporting more than a dozen things along the way.

The king's face turned green.

Qin Yi grinned.

The techniques that Tassel taught him never needed these mediums and strange "dojos". One technique was all it took, and only the formation needed various corresponding items. Of course, it is also understandable why others need a medium magic weapon. In fact, it is the same as human beings who use tools. What you can't do by yourself, you can use tools.

I don't know if this is the Taoist Master Qinghe's own practice philosophy, or if the modern practice is different from the ancient ones, from putting more emphasis on oneself to relying on external forces.

After tossing in the yard for a long time, it was already dark, and the heavy rain had stopped slightly, leaving only drizzle, which was very comfortable on the face.

The ashram has been prepared, lights are lit around it, Daoist Qinghe is holding a wooden sword, stepping on the seven stars, chanting words.

"Quick!" A sword stabbed out, stringing up the yellow paper flying in the air.

With a "boom", the yellow paper burned by itself, and there was a hint of spiritual energy overflowing.

The audience applauded loudly.

"It's kind of real." Tassel commented: "It's just too stupid, the form is bigger than the reality, a simple trick of water diversion has been made more complicated than life-sustaining skills. If people practice like this today, it's really disappointing."

Following the voice, there is hidden spiritual energy in the well spinning, and the groundwater can be seen slowly overflowing upwards with the naked eye, like a vortex.

Daoist Qinghe pointed his finger into the well and made an upward ticking motion.

Groundwater gushes out.

"Finger hooked water!" The servants were overjoyed.

Qin Yi was amazed at this sentence.

Daoist Qinghe withdrew his finger complacently, and just as he was turning the wooden sword upside down and was about to reap the power, the water fell silently and slowly, disappearing in front of everyone's eyes.

Daoist Qinghe was taken aback for a moment, and quickly swung his sword.

"Bang!" There seemed to be an electric current in the well, and the last jet of water rushed up, spraying him all over his face.

But there was no more sound in the well, and it became dry again.

"Pfft..." Liusu was overjoyed: "Interesting, interesting."

Qin Yi frowned.

From the bottom of the well, there was a faint... a smell of desolation, just like being in the desert.

There is obviously groundwater, the water veins have not dried up, and it is still raining in the sky. How can there be a desert feeling?

What about the current?

Daoist Qinghe was ashamed and said sharply: "This place is very evil, you can prepare magic weapons outside the king, tomorrow the poor Taoist will fight to the death with him!"

Qin Yi frowned and quietly backed out.

"Hey!" The butler had sharp eyes, caught a glimpse of Qin Yi who was about to run away, and suddenly shouted: "That boy, didn't you say that you came to dredge the well! Why don't you go down and have a try?"

Are you rushing down the well to die?

Facing Daoist Qing and Daoist's stare at competitors, Qin Yi brushed off the corner of his clothes, and said with a smile: "I can only tell the truth now, how can Xiaosheng know any wells? I just heard that Miss Wang's family is educated and reasonable, so I'm here to help you." one sight."

"Really?" The corridor rang loudly, and after a short while, a meat ball weighing more than 300 kilograms rushed out, pushing Qinghe Daoist away all the way: "Who wants to go?" see me?"

Qin Yi had already fled in despair.

"It's really bad luck." Qin Yi put away his umbrella resentfully, let the drizzle hit his face, and walked towards the only lively place in the town at night.

It was a small inn.

As soon as he reached the door of the inn, he froze for a moment.

Inside, a fat man in yellow was sitting behind the counter, staring straight at the door.

That gaze was not at Qin Yi, but behind him.

Qin Yi turned his head, but saw that it was in the direction of Wang Yuanwai's mansion, and he could still see the dots of lights at this moment. From this angle, the smoke rising from the lights gathers lightly, and it looks like a human form from a distance...

And all the rainwater disappeared after passing through this human form.

"The shopkeeper?" Qin Yi suddenly called out, "A jug of wine and two catties of cooked beef."

The fat man in yellow shook his face, and put on a philistine smile: "Guest officer, just sit down for a while, it will be fine."

Qin Yi randomly found a corner and sat down, looked at the appearance of the fat shopkeeper drinking, and smiled with great interest: "What have the shopkeeper been looking at just now?"

Then a drinker spouted his drink, slapped the table with a laugh and said, "The shopkeeper admires Miss Wang's family and thinks about it day and night, who doesn't know?"

There was a ball of laughter in the inn, and the fat shopkeeper just laughed.

Qin Yi's eyes became more and more meaningful.

A changeling monster, a strange well.

A seemingly failed spellcasting turned into a puff of human form.

Whether others believe it or not, Qin Yi does not believe it...