I have an eternal eye

As time goes by, old things can become spiritual.

Flesh and blood creatures take the form of humans, are good at transformation, and those who are proficient in magic are demons.

Those with explosive blood, violent tempers, and abnormally large body shapes are considered strange.

The utensils that give birth to spirituality are essences.

Among the twelve sects of Fang Xiangzong, the "Stomach Eater Tiger" specializes in dealing with monsters, and the "Xiong Bo Eater Goblin" is good at restraining demons and spirits.

Although Zhang Biao did not receive these two inheritances, he also had some brief introductions to Nuo in Liangzhong.

The utensils become refined and will cause harm over time.

For example, a broom in someone's home becomes a spirit that secretly absorbs the owner's essence and blood, causing the family to sleep all day long. This is a "broom spirit".

Some become more powerful and bring disaster to others, even turning into evil gods and forcing people to build shrines and temples for them.

Of course, they are also monk targets.

The blood of the "monster" is so strong that its fur and bones can be used to make magic weapons, and its flesh and blood can also be used to make medicinal meals.

The refined artifacts are essentially the embryos of magical artifacts, which can be used after a little refinement and subduing.

Zhang Biao already had an idea for this jade cat.

Although its elves are not powerful, they are good at hiding and can be used as messengers or to spy on intelligence.

After wandering around for a while, he got this result, which made him feel very good. He took the gift and left for Jiaxingfang...

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Jiaxing Square is located in the west of the city. Although it is also a gathering place for civilians, most of the people in the square work in the workshops of the Ministry of Work and live a pretty good life.

"You kid, you still know how to come to the door!"

"Come in quickly, your uncle is here, I'm going to get some side dishes, and you and I will have a drink..."

Wang Captou's wife, whose surname is Du, is an outspoken person. She started talking when Zhang Biao came to the door.

The words are not polite, but full of concern.

Wang Captou happened to be at home. He was changing into plain clothes and squatting in the courtyard cutting pickles.

These days, except for the royal family's hot spring garden, the common people do not have access to fresh vegetables during the winter, so every household has to pickle and make pickles.

Seeing Zhang Biao come in, Wang Captou turned his head away with a groan, chopping the pickles more vigorously in his hand.

"Let's cut our hands!"

Zhang Biao chuckled, grabbed the kitchen knife, held it in a flower shape, and started cutting.

The shadow of the knife is like the wind, and the cuts are as neat as paper.

With a dark expression on his face, Mr. Wang squatted beside him and lit a big cigarette. He took a few puffs and then muttered: "No matter how fast the knife is, what's the use? Are you still planning to join the gangs?"

Zhang Biao blinked, "It's easy to get old if you waste time in the world. It's not bad to be a rich man in the capital."

"shit!"

Wang Captou scolded: "What's the conflict between making money and resigning from public office? Isn't there a lot of private business in the yamen?"

Zhang Biao smiled calmly, "If I don't leave the six doors, I'm afraid I'll lose my head."

As soon as these words came out, Mr. Wang was silent. After a long time of fuming, he sighed: "I have the same virtue as you. If Mr. Xiao was still here, I wouldn't be like this..."

At this moment, someone pushed the door open and entered the courtyard. It was a scholar with a square face and elegant temperament, and he was carrying a brown paper bag in his hand.

Seeing the two people in the courtyard, he immediately smiled and said, "Brother Zhang is here. By coincidence, I brought some snacks."

After that, I opened the oil paper package and found various pastries inside, some as crystal clear as snow, and some as shiny and covered in icing sugar.

"Lotus seed cake, Wanshou cake..."

Zhang Biao's eyes lit up, he picked one up and stuffed it into his mouth without any courtesy, and said while chewing: "These are only things found in the palace, which nobleman rewarded them?"

The scholar was Wang Guanshan, the eldest son of Wang Baotou. He smiled and said, "The King of Yue went to Guozi today to listen to the lectures, set questions to test the students, and then gave them cakes."

Wang Captou's expression changed, "Has he ever invited you to a banquet?"

Wang Guanshan nodded and said: "I am the best in arithmetic. The King of Yue invited us to participate in the garden poetry party during the autumn harvest festival."

"Don't go!"

Wang Captou's face was gloomy, "On that day, I said I had caught the wind and cold and was recuperating at home."

Wang Guanshan was unwilling to give up and retorted: "I know my father is worried, but among the princes, only the King of Yue is open-minded and courteous to the virtuous..."

"That's called ignorance of current affairs!"

Wang Captou said angrily: "You haven't been taught much on weekdays. You'd rather be mediocre than gamble. Just wait to join the Ministry of Engineering. Don't get involved with that group of people."

Wang Guanshan's face turned red, but he still sighed, lowered his head and said: "My child is wrong, just listen to your father's instructions."

Seeing this, Zhang Biao quickly smoothed things over and said, "Uncle Wang, don't worry. He is a wise observer of mountains and will definitely know your painstaking efforts."

"You are also careless!"

Wang Captou was obviously in a bad mood and replied.

"What's the fuss about? Let's go eat!"

Upon seeing this, Mr. Wang's wife came out and cursed. The three of them quickly shut up and sat down at the table to eat.

The food and drinks are plentiful, but the atmosphere is a bit dull.

Du Shi winked, and Wang Captou quickly said to Zhang Biao: "Have you considered what you said last time?"

Zhang Biao was stunned, "What's the matter?"

"Get a wife!"

Du Shi's eyes widened, "You are already a grown man, and you haven't even married yet. How can we live up to Brother Zhang? If we don't agree on a charter today, we can't even think of leaving!"

"ah…"

Zhang Biao suddenly felt dizzy when he heard this.

"Ah for what!"

Du Shi kept mumbling, "Let me tell you, that Miss Murong is a rare virtuous person who is well-educated and sensible. If it weren't for her family's decline..."

Zhang Biao's scalp felt numb and he quickly interrupted: "Murong... this surname is very rare in the court."

"Youzhou Murong clan!"

Wang Guanshan said: "His ancestors were from a prominent family in Youzhou. Later, the Golden Horde Wolf Kingdom invaded, and the entire family was massacred, and they lost power in the court..."

"Oh, it turns out to be that Murong."

Zhang Biao suddenly realized, he said with a smile: "No matter how you say it, you are a member of a noble family, so it is definitely not appropriate to think that you can look up to a martial artist like me..."

"What do you know, that Miss Murong Shang..."

Boom, boom, boom!

Mrs. Du was about to reprimand when she heard someone knocking on the door hurriedly, "Is Mr. Wang here? The Yamen has summoned you urgently!"

Captain Wang frowned, stepped forward to open the door, and said helplessly: "What's the emergency?"

The policeman who knocked on the door raised his hand and said, "It was the chief police officer who gave the order, and my subordinates don't know."

"Okay, I'll leave now."

Wang Captou had no choice but to change his clothes in a hurry, put on his sword and went out.

Du Shi said angrily: "It's better to quit this six-door job as soon as possible. I'm so busy all day that I can't even eat properly..."

Zhang Biao laughed dumbly, thinking about how to escape from this place as soon as possible...

…………

It was already Youshi when I left the royal residence.

Zhang Biao wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and turned to look at Jiaxingfang with lingering fear.

Aunt Du kept nagging him, saying that if Mr. Wang hadn't been around, the marriage would have been arranged on the spot.

Zhang Biao was obsessed with practicing, so how could he agree?

Fortunately, his daughter and son-in-law came to visit him, so he found an opportunity to sneak out.

It seems that it is better to find a way to refuse.

How about becoming a monk and seeking Taoism...

Zhang Biao was thoughtful and walked towards Anzhenfang.

It was about to sunset, and the sky was filled with sunset. When passing by Zhengyang Street, I saw two people galloping past on horseback.

Zhang Biao quickly ducked away, thoughtfully.

The leader was none other than Liu Changkong, the six-door bronze medal catcher. The man behind him had a fair and handsome face and was wearing a black official uniform, and he recognized it.

The man's name was Qiu Chenyi, a young minister from Dali Temple, and a well-known detective in the capital.

But unlike them, he was from a well-known family, young and promising, and he was the dream lover of many women in the capital.

Is there another big case?

Zhang Biao shook his head, turned and left.

In comparison, the killing cult and the noble ladies all seemed to be boring.

There was only one thought in his mind at the moment:

How should I refine the jade elf cat in a more appropriate way...

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In the south of the city, Tongzhengfang.

Hu Lulu!

The horse hoofed and neighed, stopping in front of the six doors.

Liu Changkong jumped down sideways, threw the reins in his hand to the running policeman, raised his hands and said seriously: "Master Qiu, please!"

Qiu Chenyi dismounted without haste, glanced at Liu Changkong thoughtfully, and said with a smile: "Six gates really hide dragons and crouching tigers. Mr. Liu, I wonder if you are interested in coming to my Dali Temple?"

"Master Qiu, it's a bit rude to poach people at my six-door gate..."

Zhuge Wanjun strode out, joking at first, and then said solemnly: "There is something wrong with me, Lord Qiu, come with me quickly."

After that, he led Qiu Chenyi into the cell.

"Um?"

Qiu Chenyi frowned as soon as he entered the cell.

I saw Monk Fashan tied to the wall, covered in blood, eyes full of fanaticism, and kept muttering: "I heard it! I heard it! It's Anavadatta calling..."

Qiu Chenyi said in a deep voice: "This person has gone crazy. If he uses the soul-stirring magic again, I'm afraid he won't be able to hold on."

Chief Catcher Guo An said: "As long as he confesses, life or death doesn't matter!"

Qiu Chenyi took a deep look at Guo An, nodded and said, "That's fine, it all depends on luck."

After that, he took out the medicinal powder and began to prepare it.

He knows the six-door style, and he is handling a major case, and he doesn't care about the life or death of the criminal.

These medicinal powders are not magic tricks. To put it bluntly, they are datura flowers, toadstools and other hallucinogenic things.

As the medicine powder was poured in, Fa Huanbian became drowsy, and Qiu Chenyi asked softly: "Master, what did you see?"

"Anavadatta is moaning!"

"The devil, the devil is coming to the world!"

"Where are your senior brothers?"

"Hey hey hey, you're all going to die!"

Just as everyone was coaxing confessions, the sky was getting dark.

In a private house in Tongzhengfang, a huge figure slowly crawled out...