Taoist Temple: I was broadcast live while preaching to animals

Chapter 587

Zixu blinked and took out the gossip disk he was carrying.

"I want to laugh when you hear this, even if there is really something dirty, the three of us will be afraid of it here?"

Dan Yangzi smiled disdainfully, he thought it was something terrible, it turned out to be a Piao.

"Disperse, disperse, that thing in broad daylight will not come out easily, and even if we do, the three of us should all have the ability to protect ourselves, right?"

Zixu nodded with a smile, looking eager to try.

"Listen to me, it's not that simple.

Zhang Qingyang shook his head slowly and said in a deep voice: "Although there is something wrong, I didn't find anything wrong with this couple."

"I followed my husband out just now, he was indeed just buying vegetables, and he could bargain normally, there was no superfluous behavior, and there was no sign of being leaned over by Ah Piao.

Danyangzi pursed her lips, "That's the pregnant wife?"

Zixu also nodded, it seemed that there was only this option left.

"No, I observed her with my divine sense, and there was not the slightest trace of yin qi on her body. "

If you don't have a husband or a wife, then you must be too careful!" Danyoko sneered.

"Senior Brother Zhang, is it because the feng shui here is too bad, the yin qi and evil qi are heavier, and you don't have a good rest?"

Zi Xuan wanted to ask, was he nervous?

Zhang Qingyang shook his head, "Actually, I also thought about whether it was because of feng shui that caused me to misjudge." But just now..."

...

Half an hour ago.

Zhang Qingyang followed the mustache, Xie Yu followed Zhang Qingyang, and the three went to the nearby farmers' market one after another.

It was not yet five o'clock, the sky was dark, and the streets were deserted in the winter.

Many stalls have not yet been set up, and it is too early to buy vegetables now, right?

This is also the reason why Zhang Qingyang is sure that the mustache is greasy.

It's a huge farmer's market, and only the larger shops are lit up and busy putting out their dishes.

Zhang Qingyang followed the moustache on another road a few meters away, wearing a thick coat and a surgical mask, observing the moustache with his divine sense.

I saw that he didn't ask the price, passed the brightly lit shops, and walked straight to the depths of the farmers' market.

This behavior is clearly somewhat unusual.

Zhang Qingyang was about to follow quickly, when he suddenly found another somewhat strange figure in his consciousness.

It was a round figure that seemed to be following him all the time.

At first, he didn't think there was anything, just a passer-by who happened to be on the same road.

But when he fell behind his mustache and went straight to the depths of the farmer's market, the fat man was still behind him?

Where is a normal person

who stalks a big man in the early morning in broad daylight?

This person is definitely tired!

Xie Yu also thought of it, and was sure that this guy was not a good person.

Who is not good at tailing, and he wants

a mustache at tail? He is not a young girl, I am afraid that this person has a hole in his brain, right?

Zhang Qingyang does not know Xie Yu's identity, and he can't care about him at this time, because the mustache has already walked into a dark house.

The surroundings of the house were terrible, and there was blood everywhere.

Zhang Qingyang's eyes froze, but he could be regarded as being caught!

The divine sense immediately probed into the room.

I saw the mustache greet an eight-foot man with a cigarette on his face, and said with a smile:

"Brother Qiang, I'm here! Did the first batch of goods kill this morning?"

Hearing the sound of the mustache, the big man took a puff of cigarette, and most of the cigarette was dried out in one puff and only the filter remained.

"Huh-

" The big man took a big breath of smoke and scolded with a smile:

"You are the best guy, you can be regarded as coming, and you have stayed up all night for your labor! Those bosses who are raised by ** have a plague and call to urge people, so many goods have not been killed, just waiting for you!"

The mustache hurriedly smiled and said, "Thank you Brother Qiang for taking care

of you," Hearing the conversation between the two, Zhang Qingyang frowned.

What kind of goods? Haven't killed yet

? Why do you have to wait for him

? The goods in his mouth, is it referring to people?

Zhang Qingyang's eyes froze, and he reached out and took out a thunder talisman from his pocket.

Just as he was about to break down the door and ask for clarification.

In his consciousness, the eight-foot man washed his hands and deliberately made soap.

"I know that your mother-in-law can't get the smell of smoke, so you wait for me to wash my hands.

After washing, he asked the mustache with a smile: "How many months does your mother-in-law have to give birth?" "

I've been pregnant for six months, and it's almost three months in time." "

I'm going to be a father, congratulations!"

"Hey, hey, happy and happy." The

corners of the mustache's mouth couldn't stop rising.

This conversation suddenly made Zhang Qingyang stunned, could he have misunderstood?

The next moment, I saw that the man didn't know where to pull out a suckling pig, and he was carried to the pig killing platform with a snort.

The man picked up a butcher's knife, looked at the mustache, and scolded with a smile:

"If it weren't for your begging for Lao Tzu, where would you kill pigs with this thing now?"

"Huh?" The

mustache was stunned, "Brother Qiang, aren't you a pig killer?" "Why don't you kill pigs with

a knife?" "Times have changed, now they are all fully automatic, do you understand

the assembly line?" Brother Qiang smiled and explained: "I haven't killed a whole pig seriously for many years with this knife, and the pork outside is all meat from the assembly line of a big factory, and it will be vaccinated regularly, okay!"

"Actually, it's okay to do this, and the piglets are less painful. I still remember the first time I killed a pig, the little guy shouted so heartbreaking that he couldn't do it at all.

Brother Qiang's eyes darkened slightly, recalling the picture of the year.

The mustache said sneeringly: "Ah, this, then I can't break Brother Qiang's

ring?" "Can you do it?" "Break the ring of a hammer?" Lao Tzu's cooperation with the factory is to save trouble, and killing pigs is a technical job, but also a physical work. Not easy. Brother

Qiang picked up the pig-killing knife, put it on the whetstone, and began to sharpen the blade.

"You look at the way it looks, it's scared, it's scared, you think it's just a pig, but it probably understands everything. It knows what it means for me to sharpen my knife..."

Listening to Brother Qiang's more and more fascinated words, the mustache shook inexplicably, and subconsciously shrunk his neck, as if he had become the pig to be slaughtered.

He saw the pig's eyes, shining, as if tears were glittering.

Talking about killing pigs in front of pigs, you know how to torture.

"I don't know why you have to kill the first pig that Lao Tzu killed today.

Brother Qiang shook his head, picked up the pig-killing knife, and dripped the blood that had been prepared in advance.

"Look!"

As soon as the words fell, he aimed at the pig's heart and stabbed it down!