When Boss Bu saw this monk, he was startled, and he was inevitably a little apprehensive in his heart, not knowing if this was the old monk who came to thank him, or if Cheng Jia came to pay for his life.
At this moment, the monk turned his head and saluted the cloth boss.
Only then did Boss Bu see clearly that this was not the old monk of that day, nor was it Cheng Jia who had his head cut off by himself.
"This monk, what is the matter with you in front of my house" Boss Bu asked with a sigh of relief.
"The little monk is ordered by the master to thank the donor."
The monk was about forty years old, folded his palms and bowed his head, and said, "My master is Cheng Jia, an old monk who was cut off by the benefactor on the execution ground today. ” "Cheng Jia, your master is a monk," Boss Bu's head was a little messy and asked.
The monk nodded and said, "Yes, seven days ago, the family teacher once wandered outside the body and entrusted you with a hundred taels of silver, I guess the donor still remembers."
"What is the old monk that day, that is, it is your master Cheng Jia" Boss Bu was surprised.
"Exactly, that day it was the master who traveled outside the body and asked the donor for a knife."
The monk was unhurried and said: This is a bit absurd, but the donor needs not doubt it.
My tutor also asked me to explain the reason to the donor.
Today's execution day is the most ferocious day of the year.
The family teacher has calculated that if he is tortured and dies today, he will become a fierce spirit, and his soul will endanger the world.
Only the benefactor's blood-devouring knife is a murderous weapon in the world, and when you kill someone, you can dispel the soul.
Therefore, the teacher borrowed the sword, but it was a mercy, not wanting his soul to harm others after death, good, good" Boss Bu listened to it in a fog, and he didn't react for a long time.
The monk threw down another fifty taels of silver and said, "This is what the master ordered, and I gave it to the donor as a thank you." ” Seeing the silver, Boss Bu's eyes lit up, and he secretly pinched himself, reminding himself that this was not a dream The monk turned to say goodbye, and the cloth boss held the silver in his hand and was silently in a daze.
Back in the house, after thinking about it, Boss Bu felt that Cheng Jia's story could be said.
Whether it's true or not, you can improve your popularity, and you won't have to worry about running out of food by relying on this knife in the future.
After making up his mind, Boss Bu has been hyping up this matter since then, and he has said that his treasure knife is miraculous.
Since then, the blood-devouring knife has become famous and has shocked the four or nine cities.
And Boss Bu became an executioner, and gradually realized the importance of his profession.
Slowly, he actually earned a family business, married a wife, had children, and lived a life.
And Boss Bu has made advanced plans for the development of future generations, that is, to pass on the blood-devouring knife from generation to generation, and to be an executioner from generation to generation In order to achieve this goal, after Boss Bu had children, he began to cultivate the children's sense of professional honor, tell them the glorious history of the family, and instill the idea of killing people and becoming superior people.
And constantly pondering the knife technique, pondering how to cut people's heads, only to appear imposing.
It can be said that Boss Bu decided the future development route of the Bu family and cultivated the successors in the future.
Boss Bu's life is also full of ups and downs, poor when he was young, comfortable in middle age, and in his later years, his family gradually prospered.
He originally thought that he could spend his old age carefree and peaceful, but unexpectedly, on the night of his 70th birthday, his family changed dramatically.
The year was 1740, the fifth year of the Qianling Tomb of the Qing Dynasty.
At that time, Boss Bu had already become an old lady Bu, and his knees were full of children and grandchildren.
On the day of the birthday, the cloth house was naturally full of high-ranking guests, ushering in the send-off, which was very lively.
By the time the guests dispersed, it was already nightfall.
Boss Bu went back to sleep in his room, recalling his murderous life, and he was so full of emotion that he couldn't sleep.
Suddenly, there was a scream from the west wing, a loud sound, which was particularly piercing in the middle of the night.
"What's the matter" Boss Bu was taken aback, jumped out of bed barefoot, and rushed to the west wing of the courtyard.
Because that wing room is the bedroom of the youngest son of Boss Bu.
This little son was born to a little wife, he was only a teenager at this time, clever and intelligent, and he was deeply loved by Boss Bu.
Hearing the screams of his baby son, Bu Lao Nature was surprised, so he didn't wear any shoes and ran straight over.
The people of Bufu were awakened and rushed over in a hurry.
Pushing open the door of the west wing, everyone didn't see it clearly, but they saw a black shadow like a calf, swishing out.
"Ouch," the people at the front screamed, and they all fell to the ground in fright.
When he looked back, he saw that the black shadow seemed to have something in his mouth, and rushed towards the hall.
"Chase something," said Boss Bu's eldest son.
"Don't chase it, let's take a look at Zhende in the house," shouted Boss Bu.
Zhende is the name of the youngest son of Boss Bu.
The old maid at home picked up the air dead wind lamp from under the eaves, picked it in his hand, and walked into Zhende's bedroom.
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Boss Bu leaned forward and stretched out his hand to open the tent door.
"Ahh It's okay not to look at this, but when I look at it, the cloth boss screams and falls backwards.
Everyone hurriedly supported and came to see together, but they saw Zhende lying on the bed, blood stained the sheets, and his head was gone And judging from the wound, Zhende's head was not cut off by a knife, but bitten off, and the wound was different.
Everyone's reaction was the same as that of Boss Bu, all kinds of screams, echoing in the middle of the night.
Several of the women in Bufu fainted after a scream.
This scene is so terrifying that men can't stand it, let alone women "It's the thing just now, it must be the thing just now" After all, Boss Bu is a murderous executioner, and his psychological quality is relatively strong, so he waved his hand and shouted in the chaos: "Go chase, go chase, take the guy" Now Boss Bu understands that what the black shadow was holding just now was Zhende's head has been cutting off people's heads for a lifetime, and now his youngest son has also become a headless ghost, how can Boss Bu endure it A word was shouted, and the cloth boss was strong, took the lead, and took the lead in rushing towards the hall.
Behind him, everyone looked for their weapons and followed.
Boss Bu rushed into the hall in one breath and looked around, but saw nothing.
"There is blood on the ground, sir," cried the old maid of the house.
A word to wake up the dreamer, Boss Bu snatched the lantern and looked down, and sure enough, there were blood stains on the ground, winding forward.
Everyone followed the bloodstains, but came to the door of Boss Bu's bedroom.
Just now, Boss Bu heard his youngest son screaming and rushed out, the bedroom door opened, and then it was always open.
"Master, that thing seems to have gotten into your room, pay attention to your safety, let me come."
Said the son of Boss Bu.
Boss Bu snatched his son's long sword, took a breath, and was about to step into the bedroom.
"Babble" But at that moment, a shrill scream came from the bedroom.
The sound was like the cry of a baby, and it was like a fight with a wild cat, and everyone who heard it had goosebumps all over their bodies. 160420oshow7: