Enchanting Fox Spirit

Wearing a demonic aura

"Boss, a bowl of Bijing Congee and a Soy egg." A man in plain clothes came in and found a seat at several tables with many guests.

Zhou Laoping, the Taoist old man Dong'er met in the ruined temple, sells Congee in the street fair on a small business day. He earns some extra money where there is a funeral. He likes to drink a little wine when he is free. When he is drunk, he sleeps everywhere as he did when he met Dong'er that day. At the age of fifty, without a wife or children, being alone is comfortable.

"Here we go! Here we go!" Wusi tied a loose horse tail at random, and Donger, who was beautiful and beautiful, quickly scooped up a bowl of fresh green hot Congee from the pot and carried it to the guest. "Be careful, don't burn it!" The guest looked at Donger, who was industrious, and said, "Old Zhou, you are lucky to be old, and you can pick up such a beautiful girl at an old age." Old Zhou squatted in front of the Congee stove and added a firewood, saying, "Don't look at me old, and the little girl doesn't want to call my father!" He laughed, meaning Li is very satisfied and doesn't want to be misunderstood. He wants to eat tender grass. However, on that day in the temple, he immediately felt a demonic aura, unsure if it was from Dong'er. However, when he returned home, Dong'er was blocked outside the door by the demon slaying talisman he hung on the door, and she quietly dissipated the talisman before being able to enter.

Doubt that Dong'er is a demon? Observing Dong'er for several months, he was naturally kind and his behavior showed no signs of abnormality, but the atmosphere around him still made him hesitant to take it lightly.

Since Dong'er came to the stall to help with the business, he has been busy drinking less and less. It's better to worry about how such a kind girl looks like a demon than to wait for Dong'er to show her true form?

"Dad, Congee is almost gone, do you want to cook another pot?" Dong'er asked, his hands still busy in the hot pot.

Zhou Lao looked at the time and realized that it was still early before noon, so it was not a problem to sell another pot of business recently. "Okay, wash a few more rice and boil it," he said. Living together, we had feelings for each other, and she was so considerate. She sincerely treated her as her biological child. If she were really a demon, how could the situation be? Zhou Lao didn't know what to do.

Dong'er scooped a spoonful of rice from the rice bag and was about to wash it when a group of people, five or six, and two others fiercely wielded their knives. Dong'er was so frightened that she retreated to Zhou Lao's side. Zhou Lao stood up from the stove, smiled, and took out the usual money from his apron. He respectfully said, "Xiong Lao, this is what I'm paying you this month. See you laughing." Xiong Ba took the copper coin and raised the bell in his hand, seeming dissatisfied. He had heard that Zhou Lao had been doing good business recently. Glancing at Dong'er... it was this white and pure girl who brought him wealth. He gritted his teeth and glared at Zhou Laodao, "Business is so good, just a little bit?" He glanced at several tables of customers and pretended not to pay before flipping them over.

"My small business, a bowl of Congee, is worth a few pennies, and I just earned so much today." Old Zhou hurriedly explained, fearing to scare away guests.

"Don't be wordy!" The bully gave Old Zhou a push in anger. Old Zhou was unprepared. He accidentally fell back and landed on the table behind him. The person on the seat bounced up, and the table immediately overturned. Old Zhou followed the table and fell back. Suddenly, it was messy. The rice porridge spilled all over the floor, and there was an uproar.

Dong'er was taken aback by the situation and quickly put down the rice bowl. She panicked and helped Zhou Lao up. "Dad, are you injured?" She glared at them. Damn it!

"It's okay! It's okay!" Zhou Lao's waist flickered and he stood up in pain.

Dong'er angrily said, "You bandits haven't been taught a lesson and don't know how to restrain themselves. If you don't believe me, I'll teach you a lesson." "Hmph!" The bully snorted coldly and looked at Dong'er, who was not surprising and looked like water. He didn't panic and said, "With your hands powerless, I can even knock down a finger." He laughed heartily.

Dong'er felt angry in her heart. She waved her hand and her long sleeves fluttered gracefully. Zhou Lao felt a wave of yin energy coming up and exclaimed, "It's okay, it's okay, just give me two more coins..." He quickly calmed down and took out the money.

But he spoke a bit slowly. With a flick of Dong'er's long sleeve, he slapped Xiong Ba with a big slap. Xiong Ba was slapped by such a powerful demon, and he fell onto the street with all his feet in the air, his cheeks instantly swollen like a pig's head.

He covered his face and climbed up angrily, saying, "You... you... you witch!" This woman appeared weak, but was as strong as an ox, with iron fists and steel hands. She was not an ordinary person at all, and he was too timid to approach any further.

There were more and more onlookers, and the vendors who were usually bullied by the bullies applauded and cheered. The whole street was now the busiest here, with one after another watching the play, whispering and marveling at Dong'er, who had just slapped the bullies.

The Xiong Ba group was deafened by the applause and the brute force of Dong'er, and they wanted to flee, but the thunderous roar led to the patrolling officers and soldiers.

"What happened?" Several officials in yamen uniforms with swords at their waists walked into the crowd, making way for the crowd.

"Official, these people..." Dong'er's words suddenly shook her, and her face in front of her made her speechless. Her eyes stopped at Junrong in shock.

Mr. Zhou quickly intervened and said, "Master Wu, they came to collect the monthly payment. We had a misunderstanding with them, it's okay." People from the government can't even handle this kind of matter, and if they talk too much, it will be even worse in the future.

"It's you, the bully again. You're not afraid to eat in prison, can't you try to enter again?" Wu Wei scolded the bully, whose face was swollen halfway. He doubted who had twisted his face when he was usually domineering. He scanned around and couldn't see who.

The tyrant was not afraid and pushed back. "I'm afraid you won't succeed? If I catch you, I won't be locked up for a few days. If I don't kill or set fire, what will the government do to me?" Wu Wei mercilessly drew a sword and placed it on the Xiong Ba's neck. "Then let's see if I can spare you this time! Take all these people back to the yamen!" Suddenly, five or six people were all taken away, and the crowd dispersed. However, Dong'er remained in place, as if intimidated by the majestic Wu Wei.

She murmured in her heart, "Eun Gong, I am the white fox you saved. Do you remember? Eun Gong! Eun Gong!" "Dong'er! Dong'er!" Zhou Lao saw her suddenly call out to her.

"Pack up, go back earlier today," Zhou sighed, feeling a pain in his lower back. It wasn't because the tyrant came to make trouble, nor was it because the fall hurt his old bones, but... he was very worried!

"Boss, a bowl of Bijing Congee and a Soy egg." A man in plain clothes came in and found a seat at several tables with many guests.

Zhou Laoping, the Taoist old man Dong'er met in the ruined temple, sells Congee in the street fair on a small business day. He earns some extra money where there is a funeral. He likes to drink a little wine when he is free. When he is drunk, he sleeps everywhere as he did when he met Dong'er that day. At the age of fifty, without a wife or children, being alone is comfortable.

"Here we go! Here we go!" Wusi tied a loose horse tail at random, and Donger, who was beautiful and beautiful, quickly scooped up a bowl of fresh green hot Congee from the pot and carried it to the guest. "Be careful, don't burn it!" The guest looked at Donger, who was industrious, and said, "Old Zhou, you are lucky to be old, and you can pick up such a beautiful girl at an old age." Old Zhou squatted in front of the Congee stove and added a firewood, saying, "Don't look at me old, and the little girl doesn't want to call my father!" He laughed, meaning Li is very satisfied and doesn't want to be misunderstood. He wants to eat tender grass. However, on that day in the temple, he immediately felt a demonic aura, unsure if it was from Dong'er. However, when he returned home, Dong'er was blocked outside the door by the demon slaying talisman he hung on the door, and she quietly dissipated the talisman before being able to enter.

Doubt that Dong'er is a demon? Observing Dong'er for several months, he was naturally kind and his behavior showed no signs of abnormality, but the atmosphere around him still made him hesitant to take it lightly.

Since Dong'er came to the stall to help with the business, he has been busy drinking less and less. It's better to worry about how such a kind girl looks like a demon than to wait for Dong'er to show her true form?

"Dad, Congee is almost gone, do you want to cook another pot?" Dong'er asked, his hands still busy in the hot pot.

Zhou Lao looked at the time and realized that it was still early before noon, so it was not a problem to sell another pot of business recently. "Okay, wash a few more rice and boil it," he said. Living together, we had feelings for each other, and she was so considerate. She sincerely treated her as her biological child. If she were really a demon, how could the situation be? Zhou Lao didn't know what to do.

Dong'er scooped a spoonful of rice from the rice bag and was about to wash it when a group of people, five or six, and two others fiercely wielded their knives. Dong'er was so frightened that she retreated to Zhou Lao's side. Zhou Lao stood up from the stove, smiled, and took out the usual money from his apron. He respectfully said, "Xiong Lao, this is what I'm paying you this month. See you laughing." Xiong Ba took the copper coin and raised the bell in his hand, seeming dissatisfied. He had heard that Zhou Lao had been doing good business recently. Glancing at Dong'er... it was this white and pure girl who brought him wealth. He gritted his teeth and glared at Zhou Laodao, "Business is so good, just a little bit?" He glanced at several tables of customers and pretended not to pay before flipping them over.

"My small business, a bowl of Congee, is worth a few pennies, and I just earned so much today." Old Zhou hurriedly explained, fearing to scare away guests.

"Don't talk!" The bully pushed Old Zhou angrily. Old Zhou was unprepared. He accidentally fell back and landed on the table behind him. The person on the seat bounced up, and the table immediately overturned. Old Zhou followed the table and fell back. Suddenly, it was messy. The rice porridge spilled all over the floor, and there was an uproar.

Dong'er was taken aback by the situation and quickly put down the rice bowl. She panicked and helped Zhou Lao up. "Dad, are you injured?" She glared at them. Damn it!

"It's okay! It's okay!" Zhou Lao's waist flickered and he stood up in pain.

Dong'er angrily said, "You bandits haven't been taught a lesson and don't know how to restrain themselves. If you don't believe me, I'll teach you a lesson." "Hmph!" The bully snorted coldly and looked at Dong'er, who was not surprising and looked like water. He didn't panic and said, "With your hands powerless, I can even knock down a finger." He laughed heartily.

Dong'er felt angry in her heart. She waved her hand and her long sleeves fluttered gracefully. Zhou Lao felt a wave of yin energy coming up and exclaimed, "It's okay, it's okay, just give me two more coins..." He quickly calmed down and took out the money.

But he spoke a bit slowly. With a flick of Dong'er's long sleeve, he slapped Xiong Ba with a big slap. Xiong Ba was slapped by such a powerful demon, and he fell onto the street with all his feet in the air, his cheeks instantly swollen like a pig's head.

He covered his face and climbed up angrily, saying, "You... you... you witch!" This woman appeared weak, but was as strong as an ox, with iron fists and steel hands. She was not an ordinary person at all, and he was too timid to approach any further.

There were more and more onlookers, and the vendors who were usually bullied by the bullies applauded and cheered. The whole street was now the busiest here, with one after another watching the play, whispering and marveling at Dong'er, who had just slapped the bullies.

The Xiong Ba group was deafened by the applause and the brute force of Dong'er, and they wanted to flee, but the thunderous roar led to the patrolling officers and soldiers.

"What happened?" Several officials in yamen uniforms with swords at their waists walked into the crowd, making way for the crowd.

"Official, these people..." Dong'er's words suddenly shook her, and her face in front of her made her speechless. Her eyes stopped at Junrong in shock.

Mr. Zhou quickly intervened and said, "Master Wu, they came to collect the monthly payment. We had a misunderstanding with them, it's okay." People from the government can't even handle this kind of matter, and if they talk too much, it will be even worse in the future.

"It's you, the bully again. You're not afraid to eat in prison, can't you try to enter again?" Wu Wei scolded the bully, whose face was swollen halfway. He doubted who had twisted his face when he was usually domineering. He scanned around and couldn't see who.

The tyrant was not afraid and pushed back. "I'm afraid you won't succeed? If I catch you, I won't be locked up for a few days. If I don't kill or set fire, what will the government do to me?" Wu Wei mercilessly drew a sword and placed it on the Xiong Ba's neck. "Then let's see if I can spare you this time! Take all these people back to the yamen!" Suddenly, five or six people were all taken away, and the crowd dispersed. However, Dong'er remained in place, as if intimidated by the majestic Wu Wei.

She murmured in her heart, "Eun Gong, I am the white fox you saved. Do you remember? Eun Gong! Eun Gong!" "Dong'er! Dong'er!" Zhou Lao saw her suddenly call out to her.

"Pack up, go back earlier today," Zhou sighed, feeling a pain in his lower back. It wasn't because the tyrant came to make trouble, nor was it because the fall hurt his old bones, but... he was very worried!