Chapter 598 The Witch Arrives

A few days later, the sun shone through the morning fog in Youzhou City and onto the busy streets.

Xi Yu walked into the room where Su Yu worked with anticipation.

When he saw the finished product of the first Youzhou Weekly, his eyes shone with excitement.

His hands were trembling slightly, as if he were holding a precious treasure.

"This newspaper is simply outstanding! Sun Zhaomeng and Su Yu, you have done a great job!" Xi Yu's voice was full of appreciation.

Sun Zhaomeng and Su Yu showed modest smiles on their faces.

They said in unison: "Your Excellency, the Prime Minister, you have given me the award."

The room was filled with a faint fragrance of ink, and various maps and documents were hung on the walls.

The sun shines through the window, illuminating the newspapers neatly stacked on the table.

Xi Yu raised his head, looked at Sun Zhaomeng and Su Yu firmly, and said, "Now, we want this newspaper to spread throughout Youzhou City. The soldiers are ready, let them distribute the newspaper to every corner. ”

Sun Zhaomeng and Su Yu nodded and said, "Yes, Prime Minister!"

Afterwards, Xi Yu led the soldiers onto the streets and alleys of Youzhou City.

Their steps were firm and powerful, as if they were carrying an important mission.

In the lively market, Xi Yu personally handed each newspaper to people's hands and said loudly: "This is our Youzhou Weekly. I hope everyone likes it!"

People gathered around, flipping through the newspapers curiously, with expressions of joy on their faces.

Under the sunshine, the entire Youzhou City is full of vitality and vitality. This newspaper, like a ray of light, illuminates people's lives and brings new hope to the city.

The early morning sunshine shines on the lively market, people come and go, and noisy sounds fill every corner.

"Look, what is this?" A young man pointed to the newspaper in his hand in surprise.

"This is a new newspaper!" the person next to me replied.

"Wow, there is so much information on it, it's really interesting!"

"Yeah, I never thought I could get information like this before."

"You think this is the prime minister's idea, right?"

"It must be him, he is such a wise man!"

People started talking one after another, their faces filled with excitement and admiration.

At this time, an old man came over, looked at the newspaper in his hand, and said with emotion: "The Prime Minister really cares about the people. This method of publicity allows us to understand national events more conveniently."

People around him nodded in agreement.

There was a lot of noise in the market, and people were immersed in discussions about new things.

In a teahouse on the corner of the street, several people sat together and talked about the emergence of newspapers.

"The Prime Minister is really amazing. This innovative idea will definitely change our lives."

"Yeah, we can learn more about things through newspapers in the future."

“I hope this good publicity can continue.”

The teahouse is filled with the faint fragrance of tea, and people's conversations are full of expectations for the future.

Ouyang Linlin was also reading the newspaper. She said to Xiaohong: "I didn't expect that there is such a way to convey news in the world."

"It shows that the Prime Minister is really powerful."

The store where Jia Xu is located.

In the early morning, the sunlight shines through the windows of the cloth shop and onto the shelves filled with colorful cloths.

Jia Xu stood silently in the store, sighing secretly.

As a former counselor, he now works as a clerk in this small cloth shop, so his heart is naturally full of imbalance.

The store is filled with the faint aroma of cotton, and customers come in and out, choosing their favorite fabrics. Jia Xu stood behind the counter with a helpless expression, but his thoughts had already drifted into the distance.

At this time, a customer came to the door and said angrily: "How come you didn't give me a few feet of cloth in this store!"

The boss heard the sound and rushed over. When he saw this scene, he angrily reprimanded Jia Xu: "Old Jia, how do you do things! You can't do such a small thing well!"

Jia Xu did not tell his real name, but called himself Jia San.

Jia Xu lowered his head and said softly: "Boss, I'm sorry, it was my negligence."

The boss glared at him.

"There won't be another time, or you won't do it here!"

After saying that, the boss turned around to appease the angry customer.

Jia Xu looked at them silently, with mixed feelings in his heart.

He secretly told himself that in order to survive, he could only slowly adapt to this new identity.

At this time, the streets outside the store were bustling with people rushing on their way.

But Jia Xu felt a little lonely and helpless in this lively atmosphere.

Several days later, Jia Xu was busy in the cloth shop.

The sky outside was gloomy and covered with dark clouds. After a while, it started to rain in a steady stream.

People on the street hurriedly fled. Jia Xu looked at the rain curtain outside the store and couldn't help but feel a little upset.

At this time, a figure walked into the cloth shop.

Jia Xu took a closer look and saw that it was an old monk.

He was very surprised because this old monk was the one who received him when he went to the temple that day.

The light in the store was a little dim, so Jia Xu quickly stepped forward to greet him and said with a smile: "Master, why are you here? It's raining really hard."

The old monk smiled slightly and replied: "Amitabha, the poor monk passed by here and saw that the rain was getting heavier, so he came here to take shelter. It is fate that he met the donor here."

Jia Xu asked the old monk to sit down, handed him a cup of hot tea, and said: "I benefited a lot from the master's enlightenment in the temple that day. I didn't expect to see the master here again today. What a coincidence."

At this time, the rain outside was getting heavier and heavier, hitting the windows, making crackling sounds.

The pedestrians on the street gradually became sparse, and the whole world seemed to be shrouded in rain.

The old monk drank a sip of tea and said slowly: "Everything in the world has cause and effect. It is also fate that the donor can meet the poor monk here."

Jia Xu nodded thoughtfully and said: "Master, what you said is very true. I am now working as a clerk in this cloth shop. Although I still feel unwilling, I am slowly adapting."

The old monk smiled and said: "Life is impermanent, don't be too persistent. The donor can adapt to the times, which is a kind of wisdom."

After hearing this, Jia Xu's mind suddenly became clear.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the raindrops were hitting the doors and windows violently. A thin layer of puddles had accumulated on the street.

The old monk looked at the rain outside the window, frowned, and said, "I'm afraid I can't leave tonight. I have to find an inn quickly."

Jia Xu thought for a while and said, "Master, this place is far from the inn. It's raining heavily outside and the road is slippery. Why don't you squeeze in with me tonight? My bed is very big and spacious."

The old monk hesitated and said, "Will it be too much trouble for you?"

Jia Xu waved his hand and smiled, "Master, you received me in the past, and I can also receive you today. This is also a kind of fate. Master, you don't have to refuse."

At this time, the lights in the store seemed particularly warm, in sharp contrast to the bitter wind and rain outside.

Jia Xu looked at the old monk with sincerity in his eyes.

The old monk smiled and nodded, saying, "Thank you very much, donor."

The rain outside was still pouring down, with no sign of stopping.

The old monk soon fell asleep on Jia Xu's bed, his breathing was steady and his expression was peaceful.

Jia Xu felt a sense of peace in his heart as he watched the old monk fall asleep.

He gently covered the old monk with a quilt, and then he lay down beside him.

Jia Xu's bed was indeed very large, and he felt a little empty when he lay on it.

However, he was very relaxed.

Although the boss didn't like Jia Xu, he gave him a big bed.

Jia Xu closed his eyes and gradually fell asleep.

In his dream, he seemed to see his glorious moments, and those wisdom and strategies flashed in his mind.

In the second half of the night, the moonlight sprinkled on the floor of the room through the window, forming patches of mottled light and shadow.

The old monk got up gently, put on his cassock, and walked carefully to the toilet.

Jia Xu woke up in a daze in his sleep and rubbed his eyes.

Suddenly, his eyes fell on the back of the old monk.

In the moonlight, he saw some scars, which were crisscrossed and particularly shocking.

Jia Xu was startled and sat up quickly, asking softly, "Master, what's the matter with the scars on your back?"

The old monk turned around, a faint smile appeared on his face, and said, "These scars are the marks left by the hardships I experienced many years ago."

His voice was calm and gentle, as if those scars had become a part of his life.

Jia Xu couldn't help but frown and asked with concern, "Master, what have you experienced?"

The old monk slowly walked to the window, looked at the bright moon outside the window, and after thinking for a moment, he said, "Everything in the world has its cause and effect. What I have experienced is also a part of life."

The room was silent, with only the moonlight quietly falling on the ground.

The old monk turned around, looked at Jia Xu, smiled and said, "Don't worry about me, these scars are a thing of the past. Now, I am more focused on my current practice."

Jia Xu nodded silently, full of admiration for the old monk.

At this time, the breeze outside the window blew gently, bringing a cool feeling.

Jia Xu frowned slightly, thinking to himself: "No, the wound on the old monk's back doesn't look like it was left many years ago, but it looks like it was newly added. Why did he hide the truth?"

He was full of doubts and worries.

After a while, the old monk turned over and fell asleep again.

Jia Xu was struggling in his heart: "Should I expose the old monk? What is he hiding? Maybe I should observe him again..."

He lay quietly on the bed, his thoughts surging like a tide.

In the end, Jia Xu decided not to expose the old monk for the time being.

He thought to himself: "When the time is right, I will find a suitable opportunity to ask him. Maybe there is some hardship, I can't act rashly."

Jia Xu also gradually fell asleep.

After a while, a figure appeared outside the door, as if blending into the night.

The man approached the window carefully, holding a thin tube in his hand.

At this moment, the man broke the window paper and blew air into it.

A strange fragrance instantly spread, and Jia Xu and the old monk were the last to be knocked unconscious, and their bodies gradually went limp.

Seeing that they had lost consciousness, the person gently pushed open the door and stepped into the house. She was wearing a black nightgown, her face hidden in the shadows, with only a hint of cold light flashing in her eyes.

The candlelight in the house swayed gently with the breeze, as if adding a touch of mystery to the tense atmosphere.

This person was the witch.

Her eyes were full of astonishment.

"He's still alive..." The witch looked at Jia Xu and murmured to herself, with an unbelievable tone in her voice.

The witch stood in front of the old monk, with a cunning light in her eyes, and was about to cast a spell against him.

At this moment, the old monk suddenly opened his eyes, and he quickly reached out and grabbed the witch's hand.

The corners of the old monk's mouth slightly raised, and he said calmly: "I'm not afraid of your little tricks. I expected you to come."

The witch stared at the old monk fiercely, her voice was sharp and harsh: "You old thing, you are so cunning."

The two of them were deadlocked, and neither of them was willing to give in.

The old monk held the witch's hand tightly, and the force gradually increased.

The old monk whispered: "Don't think about escaping, today is your end." His voice was steady and firm.

The witch struggled desperately, and she shouted angrily: "Let me go! You hateful old monk!"

Her face was full of anger and unwillingness.

Suddenly, the witch's body began to tremble violently, and her face turned extremely pale.

The old monk laughed loudly when he saw this: "You evildoer, you can't defeat me after all."

Soon, the old monk easily dealt with the witch.

The witch fell to the ground weakly, wondering in her heart: "Why hasn't Lei Tiangui gone back? I haven't sucked blood for a long time, and now my strength has greatly decreased..."

Her eyes were full of doubts and worries.

The old monk stepped hard on the witch.

He opened his eyes wide and cursed loudly: "You are an extremely stupid fool! In this situation, you dare to come to me, it's ridiculous!"

The witch fell to the ground, and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of her mouth.

She stared at the old monk viciously and hissed: "I am in this situation today, and it is all related to you, the old monk! Even if I become a ghost, I will never let you go!"

At this time, there was a strong smell of blood.

Finally, the old monk raised his foot and stepped hard on the witch's chest, ending her life.

The old monk looked at the witch's body and said coldly: "You evil monster, today is your death."

Then he slowly returned to bed, closed his eyes, and continued to sleep.

Until the next morning, the first ray of sunlight came in and illuminated the old monk's face.

After a while, Jia Xu woke up slowly. He slowly opened his eyes, his vision gradually became clear, but he was frightened by the scene in front of him and almost jumped out of bed.

There was a corpse lying on the ground, and a strong bloody smell filled the room.

Jia Xu's heart was beating violently, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

He calmed down and moved his eyes to the corpse, and found that it was the so-called witch.

There was an inexplicable fear in his heart.

Jia Xu took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down.

He looked at the witch on the ground, his heart full of doubts and confusion.

The old monk saw Jia Xu's reaction and felt a little strange.

He asked softly: "Jia Xu, do you know this witch?"

Jia Xu nodded quickly.

The old monk looked at the pale Jia Xu and asked softly: "What is going on? Why do you know this witch?"

Jia Xu told the relevant situation.

The old monk frowned slightly, and after thinking for a moment, he said: "This witch has always lived by sucking the blood of talented people to obtain their wisdom and energy. And you can escape from her hands, which is really a miracle."

Jia Xu couldn't help but feel nervous when he heard it.

He looked down at the witch on the ground, and a chill rose from the bottom of his heart.

"Okay, it's getting late, I have to leave too, thank you so much."

Jia Xu asked anxiously: "Master, how should the body of this witch be disposed of?"

The old monk was slightly stunned, and slowly said: "Leave it to me, I will handle it properly."

Jia Xu nodded, watching the old monk carrying the body of the witch, and a trace of doubt rose in his heart.

The old monk came to the store carrying the corpse.

The shop owner happened to be standing at the door. When he saw the old monk carrying the corpse, he showed a surprised expression on his face and asked hurriedly: "Master, what's going on? Why did you come here with a corpse?"

The old monk put his hands together and said softly: "This is a cause and effect. The fate of this witch has twists and turns. I need to find a suitable destination for her."

The shop owner frowned and said worriedly: "Master, will this cause us trouble?"

The old monk smiled and said: "Don't worry, everything is predetermined. I believe this is also her destiny."

After the old monk left, the shop owner looked at his back as he walked away, thinking.

After a while, he turned to look at Jia Xu and asked in confusion: "Old Jia, what is going on? How come this old monk and the corpse appeared here together?"

Jia Xu sighed and said slowly: "Well, it's a long story. I have received the old monk's favor before, so he stayed in my room last night. As for how this witch got in, I really don't know."

The owner looked at Jia Xu seriously, with a reproachful tone.

"Don't bring such a person here again in the future. Forget it this time. Fortunately, the old monk took the corpse away, otherwise I don't know what trouble it would cause!"

Jia Xu lowered his head and said helplessly: "I didn't expect this to happen, boss, I will pay attention in the future."

The shop owner continued, "Also, a corpse has appeared in your room, so it is unclean. We must find a Taoist priest to clean it later to avoid attracting any unclean things."

Jia Xu frowned and muttered softly, "Is this... necessary?"

The shop owner glared at him and said, "Why not? This is related to the peace of our shop! The money for the Taoist priest will be deducted from your wages."

Jia Xu sighed helplessly:

The shop owner is really stingy!

I admit it, just deduct it from my own wages.

The shop owner immediately invited the Taoist priest. He planned to raise the price later so that he could take advantage of Jia Xu more. (End of this chapter)