Entering the room, Lin Fei glanced at Liu Yuantong and Wei Fu, then paused when his gaze fell on the “Complete Collection of Talismans” held by Wei Fu. He asked, “What’s for breakfast in the kitchen this morning?”

Wei Fu and Liu Yuan: “…”

After being startled, Wei Fu and Liu Yuan said: “It’s called Jianbing guozi, and it looks a bit like the jiānbǐng yǒuxiē from before!”

They had already finished eating, and now, with pursed lips, it seemed as if they could still taste the flavor of the jianbing guozi.

When Lin Fei heard this, he said “Okay!” and went directly to the public kitchen.

Wen Mingtang was busy in the public kitchen. Since the busiest time had passed, there were not many people queuing up in the public kitchen. Soon it was Lin Fei’s turn.

Wen Mingtang raised her head and glanced at Lin Fei who came “in person” to queue up. She raised her hand to scoop up a spoonful of batter and started making jianbing guozi.

Lin Fei looked at theJianbing she was making and asked, “How is this different from the jiānbǐng yǒuxiē earlier?”

Wen Mingtang replied while making jiānbǐng, “I used multigrain batter earlier, and this is mung bean batter.” As she spoke, she turned over the egg-beaten and black sesame-sprinkled jiānbǐng crust, and added, “One egg surface is inside and one egg surface is outside. The stuff inside is also slightly different.”

Cucumber shreds, shredded potatoes, and tenderloin were all the same. The difference was that the jiānbǐng yǒuxiē were filled with crispy ones, while this jiānbǐng was filled with fried dough sticks.

She rolled up the jianbing guozi, cut it in half, wrapped it in an oil paper bag, and handed it over. Watching Lin Fei take it, Wen Mingtang glanced at him and couldn’t help but ask, “Is Lin Shaoqing going out to catch that painted-skinned monster today? Are you ready?”

Lin Fei took the jianbing guozi and blew it a little, then bit into the jianbing crust, filling, and fried dough sticks in one bite, nodded “Yeah”, and glanced over at her.

Although he didn’t speak, Wen Mingtang immediately understood what he meant at this glance. He pointed to the easily overlooked waist sword on his waist and explained: “Lin Shaoqing brought the sword. Yesterday, Liu Yuan came over to eat the evening meal. He was so distracted that he muttered, “How to catch this person? I thought, Lin Shaoqing, you must know who the murderer is.”

However, it may take some effort to catch this murderer.

Ah Bing, who was helping stir the batter, looked over and moved his mouth as if he wanted to say something.

Wen Mingtang didn’t wait for Ah Bing to speak and added: “Tangyuan didn’t come today. I heard from Lao Yuan that she dreamed about the painted-skinned monster again in the middle of the night last night. She kicked off the quilt and got cold.”

The killer killed someone and scared a half-grown child. This child was someone close to her, so she couldn’t help but ask more questions.

Lin Fei was eating the jianbing guozi slowly. When he heard this, he nodded and said: “When the person is caught, you can bring Tangyuan over to see what real monsters and ghosts look like.”

Wen Mingtang nodded and said, “Thank you.”

She scooped up another bamboo tube of sweet soy milk and handed it to Lin Fei, saying: “Normally, it is better to sit down and eat. However, Lin Shaoqing, you are in a hurry. If you occasionally want to take food with you on the road, you can tell me in advance. I can make some breakfast that is convenient to take with you.”

Lin Fei said “hmm” again and took the bamboo tube. He saw that there were two small hooks nailed on both sides of the bamboo tube. There were ropes tied to the hooks, which were very convenient to hang around the waist, obviously specially prepared for this.

His eyes fell on the girl who was busy with her head down, paused for a moment, and suddenly said: “You can prepare more takeaways.”

After saying this, before Wen Mingtang looked up, Lin Fei went out with the bamboo tube.

After Lin Fei left, Ah Bing quickly threw down the spoon in his hand and came over to ask Wen Mingtang: “Master Wen, what does Lin Shaoqing mean by this? Why do you want us to prepare more takeaways?”

Wen Mingtang glanced at Ah Bing, casually picked up a bamboo tube and weighed it in her hand, then smiled and said, “Of course, something good is about to happen!”

This was the only way to make money in the public kitchen.

“Tell the master craftsman who made this bamboo tube to make more of them,” Wen Mingtang said, then after a moment’s thought, added, “And also make some food boxes or similar items.”

The matter of takeout from the Dali Temple’s kitchen had likely been finalized quickly.

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…

No one but Lin Fei could best understand the murderer’s murder plan. With a pair of dark blue eyes, Liu Yuan lowered his head and glanced at the “Encyclopedia of Talismans” in his hand. For the first time, he discovered that pretending to be a ghost also required talent.

He could not understand it! He recognized every word in it, but when they were put together, he had no idea what they meant.

Holding the book in his hand, he looked up at Lin Fei, who was eating jianbing guozi while walking. Liu Yuan rubbed his chin, nudged Wei Fu beside him with his elbow, and whispered: “Lin Shaoqing is so down-to-earth!”

Wasn’t that right? There was also a bamboo tube hanging on the waist of the scarlet official robe! You could smell the warm soy milk fragrance through the bamboo tube.

This smell reminded them of the taste of the jianbing guozi and soy milk they had just eaten.

It was a pity that they ate too early. If they had known that they would suffer such a “sin” on the road, they would have eaten it on the road.

Lin Fei didn’t see the complaints from his subordinates behind him and just ate the morning food slowly. After finishing the jianbing guozi and drinking the soy milk from the bamboo tube, he finally stopped.

The sun was shining brightly today, and the ancient temple in front of them was surrounded by a circle of century-old ginkgo trees. The sunlight fell on the ground through the shadows of the trees, and the ground was covered with mottled spots.

At the end of the mottled landscape was this century-old temple.

On the half-fallen plaque on the top of the main entrance of the ancient temple were written the characters: Qiude Temple.

This was an abandoned temple, with various “talisman” patterns painted inside and outside. Although Liu Yuan and Wei Fu couldn’t immediately identify the exact talismans depicted, they had a vague sense of familiarity. It seemed that these talismans were included in the “Complete Collection of Talismans” they had.

The reason why the centuries-old temple was deserted was also somewhat unique.

The nearby villagers who were found by the yamen stood shivering outside the mottled land, unwilling to enter the ancient temple surrounded by tree shadows.

Such a shrinking and panic reaction could indeed explain some problems.

Lin Fei turned around and walked towards the villager and asked: “The Qiude Temple is so deserted, how come there are not even any homeless people or beggars living there?”

The villager looked at the half-fallen plaque and made a mark. Shivering, he whispered to Lin Fei: “Sir, this temple is haunted!”

Oh, is it? Liu Yuan and Wei Fu who came over looked at each other: all such coincidences about ghosts and gods appeared in this case.

“What kind of haunting method?” Lin Fei looked at the villager and asked seriously.

The villager looked around, as if he was a little afraid that what he said would be heard by the “ghost”, and whispered: “The villagers nearby know that there is an evil ghost under the Qiude Temple, and it can eat people in the middle of the night!”

After saying this, as if afraid that Lin Fei and the others wouldn’t believe him, the villager continued, “We’ve invited many people to perform rituals here, highly respected monks, reclusive Taoist priests, and even those shamans from different tribes, but in the end, they were all frightened away. Since then, no one has dared to come here again.”

(End of Chapter)

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