Section 7

2.

On May 25th, the day of the Dragon Meeting, Liu Hengshun came out of the Huoshen Temple Police Station and met Zhang Blind on the way.

He couldn't help but be shocked.

Why did Zhang Lisan, who had been blind for decades, open his eyes again?

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Blind Zhang was also very surprised when he saw Liu Hengshun.

Everyone passing by here wore shrouds and hats.

Why are you, Liu Hengshun, wearing a police uniform?

He asked what happened and told Liu Hengshun that there was a Yin Yang Road in front of the Chenghuang Temple, and all the people passing by were lonely ghosts.

You should not come here.

Folk rumors are true, Zhang Xiazi is the culprit of Jiuhe Xiashao.

According to the old saying, Yin Chai and Gui Chai are different.

Gui Chai is also a ghost, while Yin Chai is a living person.

Because the human world is separated, many places cannot be entered by ghosts.

The ghosts must be seduced by living people acting as yinshi, and lead the yin and yang road to the ghosts.

The last shady errand in Tianjin City was the couple Pi Ergou and his wife from the execution ground outside Ximen.

Due to their greed for money, they let go of a ghost and were struck by lightning.

The city had to be without people who did this errand.

From then on, Blind Zhang became an undercover agent of the City God's Temple.

Blind Zhang knew that Liu Hengshun was not a ghost, but a living soul, but if he went further, he let the ghost take it away, so he pushed Liu Hengshun and urged him to go back quickly: "As the saying goes, a man dies like a lamp extinguished. , the lantern in your hand will not go out, you are still a living soul.

Once the lantern goes out, you will become a dead soul.

It will be useless to say anything at that time.

No matter who you meet or what happens along the way, remember to protect the lantern.

Don’t be distracted!”

Liu Hengshun didn't have to listen to what Li Laodao said, but he had to believe what Blind Zhang said.

When Uncle Master left, he turned around and walked back.

It was still dark everywhere except for the road under his feet.

He is an impatient person, and his walking is always like a breeze.

He walked straight to the Huoshen Temple Police Station with a long stride.

It is precisely because "the future may not be all smooth sailing, and it is far from right and wrong."

About halfway through the walk, there was a sudden sound of copper bells.

In the old days, too many people rang bells to do business: the bells used to dump dirt to prevent pedestrians from being bumped into and covered in dust; the bells used to sell divination in the streets, for To invite people to come out and tell fortunes; big mules and horses also have copper bells hung around their necks to remind passers-by to get out of the way; children hang centenary bells, older ones hang longevity bells, high-rise pagodas have bird-scare bells, and doorbells hang at the door of residents. .

All in all, it is not surprising to hear the sound of ringing bells, but there is no business on Yinyang Road, and the sound Liu Hengshun heard was very strange, sharp and sharp, reverberating from all directions, and it was like needles pricking in his ears.

Generally, it makes people's skin tremble and their hair roots stand straight up.

Liu Hengshun was so courageous that no one else would dare to look.

He had to see if the person coming was a human or a ghost.

He followed the sound of the portable paper lantern and saw a barber approaching on the road.

He was in his forties or less.

At the age of 18, he wore a blue robe, which had been washed and faded over the years.

The cuffs were whitened, but very clean.

The lower skirt was lifted up and tucked into the waist, and he wore short shoes.

There is a shaved pick on the shoulder, one end is a small cabinet with three drawers, a bench is placed upside down on the cabinet, and the other end is a stove with a copper basin sitting on it.

The old saying goes that if one shaves one's head and picks one's head - one head is hot, this is what it is talking about.

Scud Liu Hengshun worked as an inspector at the Huoshen Temple Police Station, and he was very familiar with barbers.

Because all the wealth of a barber was in the barbers, it would inevitably attract the attention of thieves.

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In the past, there were thieves who stole barbers along the way, and they could not do it alone. , two people must act as a pair, which is called "guarding children" in thieves' parlance.

First a thief came over and claimed that he wanted to shave his head.

He had to wash his hair before shaving.

This man was not honest when he was sitting on the stool.

He kept lifting his buttocks up and burying his head in the copper basin.

At this time, another thief came over and moved the stool away.

He winked and gestured to the barber, which meant that we two brothers knew each other.

He moved the stool away while he was washing his hair and couldn't see it.

Then he smashed his ass and made fun of him. , don’t speak.

The barber couldn't say anything, so he just moved the stool away.

When the thief who was washing his hair leaned back and realized that the stool was gone, he asked the barber what was going on.

The barber told him that your friend moved the stool as a joke.

The thief who was washing his hair frowned and said, "I am a new arrival from outside.

Where do I have friends from?"

That person must be a thief who stole your stool.

If you don't chase him quickly, why are you so stupid?

When the barber heard this, he became anxious and ran after the thief who stole the stool.

The thief who was washing his hair took the opportunity to throw the pole on his shoulder, and the entire pole belonged to him.

Liu Hengshun did not fail to catch this bandit.

Most of the barbers in Tianjin were from the same hometown, and he knew nine out of ten of them.

This barber walking on Yin and Yang Road had a copper bell hanging on the pole, and the copper tongue in the middle There is a piece of rope tied to it, hanging down and holding it in your hand.

It makes a "clang, clang, clank" noise when it is pulled and shaken.

Liu Hengshun recognized this person—a man who shaved his head with thirteen swords in the streets!

In the old days, most of the people who had their heads shaved in Tianjin came from Baodi County.

Because at that time, Baodi County was often troubled by floods, and when the harvest was not good, farmers would go to Beijing or outside the country to learn the art of shaving their heads, and then go to Tianjin to earn money.

Life has formed a kind of custom over time, but it can't be said that a barber is from Baodi, and the thirteen swordsman is from outside.

He speaks with a southern accent and a northern accent, and you can't tell where his hometown is.

In the past, the business of shaving and shaving did not involve any businessmen with a good reputation, or they would set up a shaving booth on the street, or walk around with a shaving tool, wandering around in various alleys, shaving heads, shaving faces, and picking out ears.

That's all.

Moreover, in this business, you are not allowed to drink alcohol or eat onions and garlic, and you are not allowed to shout.

After all, it is a knife business.

You cannot shout, "The knife is quick and the water is hot, and one is bald and the other is bald."

Isn't that unpleasant?

It all depends on a big iron tweezer hanging in front of the pole.

This is called "calling the head."

The shaver uses a small iron bar to pluck the big tweezer, and it will make a "buzzing" sound, and the golden sound is far away and endless.

This person was soliciting business and was interested in shaving his head and face.

Hearing this noise, he came out of the house.

However, there is no need to "call the head" for the Thirteen Swordsman.

Instead, a copper bell is hung on the pick.

When it comes to the skill of shaving, he ranks second.

No one in Jiuhe's lower reaches dares to claim the first place.

At the end of the Qing Dynasty, Thirteen Swordsmen shaved people's heads in Tianjin Wei.

In the past, women did not shave their heads, but men shaved their heads.

They paid attention to leaving a moon gate, and the top of the forehead had to be shaved frequently.

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There are so many barbers in Tianjin Wei, and there are many masters and apprentices who have passed down their skills from generation to generation.

Some of them are good at their craftsmanship, but none of them can be called unique.

But this one, as you can tell by his nickname, can shave anyone’s head, no matter how big or small the head is, even if it’s the former.

The spoon on the back of the clasp grows in a triangle and four directions, which must have been shaved thirteen times.

When shaving your head, hold a duck-egg round leather pad in the palm of your left hand to prepare the knife.

After shaving, prepare the knife, so that the knife is always sharp.

The blade moves smoothly on the scalp.

Thirteen cuts are made, no more and no less.

Not even a hair is left to spare, and shaving a child's head costs thirteen dollars.

Don't underestimate the fetal head shaving, it is the most skillful.

A master who has been working for many years may not be good at shaving.

In the old days, Tianjin Wei had a long-standing practice of "shaving the fetal head in twelve hours".

Children in the past It is easy to die young, but there was a saying at that time that after the child is twelve days old, it will become easier and easier to feed him, so on this day, a barber will be invited to the home to shave the fetal head.

The barber must be very careful when shaving the fetus' head.

Children's scalps are very delicate.

If they accidentally scratch a little bit, they will not tolerate it.

They both have to keep it in their mouths.

Why?

Regardless of the bad luck, if the child gets infected, he may not be able to survive.

When shaving, let the grandma hold the child.

The barber gives a tray made of rattan to the child's aunt or other female family members, with red cloth or paper covering it.

Because the child's fetal hair cannot fall to the ground, it needs to be wrapped after shaving.

Once it's done, put it in the child's pillow, saying that raising the child in this way can lead to a long life.

After the barber has finished shaving, he must congratulate the family, and the family must reward him with more money.

Often, shaving a fetal head is more expensive than shaving the heads of ten adults.

The Thirteen Blades are not only accurate in number, but also good in knife skills.

The razor is like a phoenix dancing in the hand.

Before the child understands, the shave is clean in the blink of an eye.

Therefore, many people would rather pay more to come to him to have their heads shaved.

After entering the Republic of China, he did not change his craftsmanship.

He did not shave his head, shaved his head, or parted his head with thirteen strokes.

He only shaved his head.

In their jargon, he called it "Da Lao Mo".

Although the business path was narrow, other barbers still couldn't do it.

He, firstly, is a man of superb craftsmanship, and secondly, he knows how to do business.

He will tell you an allusion with one knife.

For example, the sword at this end is called "creating the world".

When you use the sword, you have to read "Pangu did not remember the year at the beginning.

Nuwa made stones to mend the sky, and the four corners of the sky were mended.

Only the northeast was left unfinished.

The ice bricks are here.

Northeast corner, blowing The wind blows all over the body, and they say that the cold wind is like a sharp knife.

If you are not as good at cutting off the salty, sour and bitter things with one knife, your days will be sweet, and your worries and sorrows will fall away with the knife, and you will be happy and live for thousands of years."

Not happy to hear this?

The next second sword was called "King Yu controls the water".

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He read this: "When there was earth and sky, and people came to cultivate the fields, the emperor of heaven sat for nine hundred years, the emperor of earth sat for a thousand years, and the emperor of human beings sat for one thousand years."

One thousand and two, a total of three thousand and one hundred years.

Sui people make fire to keep the world warm.

King Yu controlled the water and was able to sail.

He had no time to enter the house three times.

His disheveled hair was spread to the river, and the Yellow River was prevented from flooding.

Only then did he think of shaving his head and changing his clothes.

This knife borrowed King Yu's courage.

Even if the dragon did not come near, he could walk by the water without getting his feet wet. , sail out to sea without sinking the ship."

Then go down the third and fourth cuts all the way, "Daji brought trouble to the world, Chu and Han competed, and the world was divided into three parts", until the thirteenth cut, it just happened to say that today, "the Manchu Qing Dynasty has twelve emperors, and uprisings continue from all walks of life."

The head has been in the iron bucket for hundreds of years.

After Xuantong, he stopped.

He shaved off his braids and became light.

Thirteen swords passed to establish peace."

His set of words is not fixed, he speaks freely, improvises, and is always new.

He is not so particular about rhymes and rhythms, but just like a street performer, he is good at talking and practicing.

In addition, his sword skills are outstanding.

Jiuhe Xiashao has made a name for himself, but even in the big world, he is just a craftsman doing small business.

When Liu Hengshun saw that the visitor was Thirteen Dao, who had his head shaved, he thought to himself, "Why is Thirteen Dao here?

He's dead?

What kind of business are you doing after you're dead?"

Thirteen Blades also saw Liu Hengshun.

He stepped forward and said with a playful smile, "Don't you want to arrest Mr.

Liu from the arrest team?

What's the matter?

I'll wait for you?"

Liu Hengshun said: "Thirteen swords, when did you see me shave my head?"

Shisan Dao suddenly lowered his face and said: "Who said I'm going to shave your head?

I'm going to shave the light from your hand!"

After saying that, he put the shaving tool on the ground and took off the copper bell with one hand.

Shaking it slowly, the other hand pulled out a razor with a cold light from the cuff.

Liu Hengshun said that he was going against the grain.

A person who sells crafts in the streets meets an official, just like a mouse meets a cat.

How dare you, who shaves your head with thirteen strokes, dare to be so presumptuous?

However, he heard the sound of the copper bell on Shisan Dao's hand getting louder and louder, going straight to his ears.

He felt that his internal organs were trembling at the same time.

He wondered what kind of bell this was.

Why is there such a loud noise?

He thought about what Li Laodao said before.

Mo Gudao disguised himself as the Five Elements and Eight Works and hid in the market.

The four guardians held four magic weapons, one of which was called the "Soul-binding Bell".

So what?

The Thirteen Swordsmen who had their heads shaved also entered the Mogu Path?

Liu Hengshun deliberately took the Thirteen Swords to ask what happened, but then he thought: "A living person cannot walk on the Yin-Yang Road.

The Thirteen Swordsmen will not kill themselves and come to me.

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This is too big a deal." , it can be seen that the thirteen swords are also living souls, tangible and intangible, how can they be captured?

It is better to listen?

My uncle, I'll go back to the Fire Temple Police Station first, and then I'll get you after I'm in the hole!"

He made up his mind, ignored the thirteen swords, and walked forward.

His pair of scuds were as fast as the wind.

The thirteen knives were left behind, and not long after walking, another sound of "ding, clang, clang, clang, clang" was heard.

Liu Hengshun looked up and saw that Thirteen Swordsmen were not far ahead.

The shaver's pick was lying on the ground.

He was still ringing the bell in one hand and holding the knife in the other.

Then he raised the knife and lowered it, looking into the air and slashing.

Then he looked at the paper in Liu Hengshun's hand.

When the lantern was dimmed, the candle flame became shorter.

Liu Hengshun's heart trembled.

Why did the Thirteen Swordsman reach the front?

If he strikes a few more times, the lantern will be extinguished.

Liu Hengshun didn't believe this evil, so he protected the lantern and moved forward faster.

His feet were faster than stepping on a hot wheel.

After walking for a while, he heard another bell ringing.

He looked up and saw that the thirteen swords were still in front of him.

With a wave of his hand, the light went down again.

The summary of the book is that Liu Hengshun walked twelve times, and the candle in the lantern was cut by the opponent twelve times.

Each time he cut the candle, the light became smaller and smaller.

It was only the size of a soybean grain.

He cut it with another cut and it had to be extinguished.

Liu Hengshun thought to himself: "With the soul-binding bell in Thirteen Swordsman's hands causing trouble, it's useless no matter how fast I walk.

In this case, let's just fight.

Is it a blessing or a curse?

We can't avoid it.

Look, it's you."

The life of Thirteen Swordsman is still the life of Liu Hengshun!”

Liu Hengshun has always been bright-eyed, but a thought flashed across his mind at the critical moment of life and death: "There was a red lantern at the door of the police station, but it turned into a white lantern on the road.

Uncle Zhang said that people die like lights going out.

Thirteen swords want to kill me."

To death, so attack my lantern.

If this person is also a living soul on the Yin-Yang Road, why doesn't he have a light on his body?

"As I said before, Liu Hengshun's legs and eyes were quick, and he caught a glimpse of the charcoal stove on the shaver's head, which flickered and emitted white light, which made him unable to tolerate it.

He swung his sword again and rushed forward in a flash.

Thirteen Blades wondered in his heart: "Liu Hengshun is here to fight for his life?

Then I'm not afraid of him.

No matter how good your flying skills are, what can you do to me on the Yin and Yang Road?"

Who knows that Liu Hengshun ducked over and ran straight towards him?

The shaved pick behind him, Thirteen Dao, suddenly realized and screamed inwardly that he couldn't stop him even if he wanted to.

Liu Hengshun was as fast as an arrow leaving the string, kicked over the pick, and extinguished the fire.

At that time, there was a dark wind blowing, and there was no trace of the thirteen-knife shave. 3.

Let's talk about the dark wind blowing, and the criminal's thirteen swords disappeared.

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The lantern in Liu Hengshun's hand also returned to its original state, trembling wildly in the lampshade.

He carried the lantern and walked forward for less than half a mile when he met another person.

This person is sitting on a high stool, with a small table in front of him, covered with azure blue tablecloth.

In front of him is a large word "王" embroidered in colorful colors.

On the table are fans, handkerchiefs, and wake-up calls. wood, a teapot and an oil lamp with a white flame.

Wearing a robe and mandarin jacket, it is more elegant than the one worn by Thirteen Blades.

There are no holes or patches on the skirt, not even a single pleat.

It is really smooth.

The buttons on the slant lapel are fastened to the neck.

Two white cuffs are rolled up, and both hands are He propped himself up on the table and sat there, feeling calm and calm, as steady as Mount Tai.

Looking at his face, he looks like a crown jewel, his eyebrows are like bald pens, his eyes are like date pits, and his five-locked beard is flowing across his chest.

He looks ordinary, but has a lot of style.

Liu Hengshun also recognized this person.

Tianjin Wei was famous as a storyteller and was known as the "King of Clean Street" in the world.

King Jingjie is a storyteller.

He has been idle all year round and has considerable abilities.

The words he speaks are clear and well-tongued.

Zan'er memorizes them well and can speak them smoothly.

He talks about general lessons and allusions with open mouth.

He has a slightly smoky and alcoholic voice, which makes his voice have a unique flavor, as if it is crispy and sandy.

Watermelon, this is called Yun Zheyue, the sound is still far away, and it is full of energy.

If it falls on the ground, it will smash a hole.

The back is neither bent nor hunched, and the back is straight when sitting on the spot.

When talking about the swords and guns going back and forth in front of the two armies, stand up and take a posture.

What is meant by raising fire to the sky, white cranes spreading their wings, and what is called Yaksha exploring the sea and splitting with force?

Huashan, who was trying to draw what he looked like, thought he had really practiced the moves.

Not only is he well-spoken, but he also has a broad path to survival, and he is unstoppable in civil and military affairs.

You name it, spears, short blows, public cases, robes, street customs, gods, ghosts, and foxes.

Shoot, people from the streets and alleys immediately gathered around and came forward.

There was total silence, and no one said anything.

After talking, those who pulled rubber stopped, those who stole things stopped stealing, those who begged for food stopped asking for food, and their homes were on fire and they couldn’t go back.

They all pricked up their ears to listen to his book.

There were train tickets in their pockets, but they didn’t listen.

After he finished speaking this paragraph, he would rather delay the train than leave, so he got the title of "King of Street Cleansing".

King Jingjie has a very weird temper.

He doesn't care how much money he makes, but he is willing to talk on the street.

People who listen to the book crowd around him on three floors inside and three floors outside.

There are people on the roofs and tree branches.

Liu Hengshun saw the storyteller King Jingjie sitting steadily on the side of the road.

The white light of the oil lamp flickered on his face, revealing a hint of strangeness.

He said in his heart, "Don't ask.

This is waiting for me again.

Let's see what you do."

Making trouble!

He made up his mind, lowered his head and continued walking forward, as if he didn't see the other party and didn't even raise his eyelids.

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When the King of Jingjie saw that Liu Hengshun ignored him, he stood up and cupped his hands at him: "Master Liu, thank you for your hard work, why are you in such a hurry?

Why don't you put down the lantern and rest your legs, I will wait for you to relieve your boredom.

Believe it or not, I said His books are different from others.

Three sentences cannot stick to people.

I write the character "王" backwards.

Hey!

That's still a king.

Come on, I won't tease you anymore.

Let's stop talking.

Open the book..."

As he spoke, he picked up the tree and tried to throw it down.

Liu Hengshun stood still and glanced at King Jingjie sideways: "Don't drink cold water with my dog ​​as soon as possible - Jingtang will play with your tongue and don't speak secretly in front of people.

You know it in your heart and I know it in my belly.

You Don't you just want to extinguish the lantern in my hand?

If you want to do it, you will die. " King Jingjie smiled and waved his hand: "Master Liu, don't think of me as a rough guy like Thirteen Knives.

Then you are scolding me.

What kind of business is he doing?

What kind of business am I doing?

We storytellers have one mouth.

Talking about the past and present, the two rows of teeth tell the story of the warmth and warmth of human beings, fighting and iron horses , princes and generals, talented men and beauties, the hot and cold world, all are stored in our stomachs, waking up the tree and falling into the storm, shaking the paper fan gently, weeping ghosts and gods, saying what is there, in the world, this is called "Sir", I can tell you Do you want to do something?

We won’t send you a letter, what do you think?”

Liu Hengshun didn't take the "King of Pure Streets" seriously at all.

A storyteller who traveled around the world, instead of following the right path, entered the ancient demon path and stirred up demons and caused chaos.

How could he have the nerve to call himself sir?

What the hell are you writing about?

How did you get this writing?

You give me a couplet "The goat goes up the mountain", and I give you the couplet "The buffalo goes into the water".

When the time comes, you say you can add words, and I have to tell you that I can add words.

You make the couplet "The goat goes up the mountain, the mountain touches".

"Goat horns", I said "buffalo's water is up to its waist" "If you come up with another one, "Northern wild goose flying south, with two wings divided from east to west, up and down."

I will respond with another one, "It goes up and down in two wheels."

I still have to say, "High and low are both up and down."

You also have to show off.

"Up and down means high and low."

Who has the time to argue with you?

The King of Jingjie was not in a hurry or annoyed.

He stretched out his hand to roll up his white sleeves and said, "What are you busy with?

Is there a fire at home or the child fell into the well?

How long does it take?

I'm here to tell you. , I don’t mean to embarrass you.

I know that you haven’t studied for a few days, and you don’t understand even if I explain it deeply.

Well, please allow me to tell you a story.

Don’t tell you.

This is my special skill in bookkeeping.

I have been reluctant to tell you about it for many years since I debuted.

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There are many storytellers in Tianjin Wei.

They have high tables and short benches. , talk about it, but no one can talk about this piece of "Yin Yang Treasure Fan"!

" Liu Hengshun just wanted to return to the Huoshen Temple Police Station as soon as possible.

He was impatient to listen to the nonsense of a storyteller and went up to extinguish his candle.

However, he was startled when he heard the title of the book and thought to himself: "The government has destroyed the ancient demon road many times." , but it resurfaces again and again, and people spread rumors, saying that the soul-binding bell, the yin-yang fan, the paper coffin, and the endless The Heavenly Books are all evil treasures in the world and can do a lot of harm to people.

As for their origins and how they are used to stir up demons and cause chaos, no one has ever known.

King Jingjie has also joined the ancient demon path, so it is not surprising that he would read this book.

But there is a section where he can’t tell me the truth, and I won’t believe what he says, so it’s better to strike first..."

The King of Jingjie saw that Liu Hengshun's face was filled with murderous intent, and he hurriedly said: "Master Liu, who in the lower reaches of Jiuhe has never heard of your name, Liu Hengshun, the Scud?

You are the God of Fire who guards the mouth of Sancha River." , beating me as a storyteller to death is like squeezing or trampling a bedbug to death.

I'm just an ant.

I don't have any other abilities.

I can't carry my shoulders, I can't lift my hands, I can't work hard, I can't distinguish between grains, and I don't have the power to tie a chicken.

You don’t dare to listen to this piece of my book, do you?”

Liu Hengshun's temper is different from ordinary people.

He never flatters others, and he can't flatter others.

There are really not many people who can catch his eye, but he likes to hear others flatter him.

As long as they flatter him, he will feel That makes sense.

The Jingjie King's words were complimentary and flattering, but they really hit the mark, and every word pierced his heart.

Liu Hengshun was right.

What could a storyteller do to me?

It is said that three years of arms and ten years of legs make it impossible to open a mouth in twenty years, but I can’t see through it.

Can you tell me that a bezoar dog is a treasure just by talking about it with white teeth?

Seeing that Liu Hengshun had fallen into the trap, King Jingjie said again: "Okay, if you can stand here with me, it will be considered a favor.

I appreciate your love and think of you well.

You are my food, clothing, and parents." , but there is a section where no one would hold a lantern and listen to a book.

When I open the book later, you will hear the wonderful story.

Why don't you give me a slap and a cheer?

You also know that I am also addicted to storytelling.

If you say "yes", I won't feel bad if I spill this blood.

Why don't you put down the lantern first?

There is a small table next to you.

With your ability, are you afraid that I will take it away?

" Liu Hengshun had always been arrogant.

He knew that there were tigers in the mountains, so he went to the Tiger Mountains.

He put the lantern on the table and thought to himself: "The paper lantern has a cover.

I'm not afraid of you blowing it out.

If you do anything else, you can be a storyteller quickly."

But I, your lamp is on the table anyway, I can blow it out with just one breath."

King Jingjie lowered his head and looked at the lantern on the table, and said with a smile: "Put your heart in your stomach, stay calm, and listen to me serving you this part of "Yin Yang Treasure Fan"!"

After saying this, he fell to sleep.

Son, this opens the book: As the saying goes, "People have their destiny, and God has their destiny."

Human luck waxes and wanes, and so does destiny.

The correspondence between heaven and man will never change.

Destiny promotes the birth of a saint, and a saint comes into being, bringing great order to the world; when destiny declines, demons are in trouble, and the so-called chaos among humans leads to the rise of demons.

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When demons are born in response to the fate of demons, the sun and the moon are darkened.

After the introduction, let’s get back to the business.

If you want to listen to the book, look to the west.

The dusty Qinchuan River is eight hundred miles away.

Where the Han River enters the Jialing Road in the south, there is Daiwang Mountain.

The mountain is ten thousand feet high, reaching into the sky, surrounded by mountains and water.

When a rare treasure comes out.

I remember that the founder of the Mogu Taoist tribe dug out mountains here to obtain treasures, and obtained four magic weapons: the soul-binding bell, the yin-yang fan, the paper coffin, and the wordless heavenly book.

Without further ado, let’s get back to the main story.

Let’s not mention other magic weapons.

Let’s just talk about the Yin Yang Fan.

This is an innate spiritual treasure that can blow out ten yin winds!

At this point, King Jingjie reached out and picked up the folding fan on the table.

It was a one-foot-two-foot-long square fan with an opening wide enough to hold an inch and a half.

The wooden handle was black and red, and the bones were dropped from the bottom to carve it into a shape.

The ghost head exudes an evil spirit and is by no means an elegant thing.

Liu Hengshun was on guard for a long time and wanted to see what the other party had in store, but when he saw King Jingjie shook his folding fan with a "swish".

According to the rules, a book-telling fan is not for cooling the breeze.

It must be useful when held up.

It is held horizontally as a knife and vertically as a pen.

Hold it with two hands, with the right handle behind and the left handle in front with two fingers stretched out to form a flower gun. , open it and hold it in your hand, which is a letter.

King Jingjie sat on a stool and pulled up a mountain, held the folding fan in mid-air, and read out a poem without stopping: "One fan makes the wind strong on a sunny day, two fans fly rocks like landslides, and three fans make the sky dim and the earth is dark."

"Dark, four fans cannot tell the difference between north, south and east, five fans uproot willows that are thousands of years old, and six fans are destroying 10,000-year-old pine trees."

After saying a sentence and waving his fan, Liu Hengshun couldn't help but take a step back, and the fire in the lantern on the table also went.

Shrink down a bit.

He wanted to rush forward and extinguish the oil lamp of King Jingjie, but was blocked by the strong wind.

He could not lift his legs or take steps.

He could only hear King Jingjie reading slowly and slowly: "The waves of the seven rivers are rolling.

The eight lanterns hit the golden boy, and the nine lanterns knocked down the Lingxiao Palace..."

Liu Hengshun took three more steps back, and the fire in the lantern was almost extinguished.

King Jingjie suddenly stopped reading and showed a ferocious smile: "Master Liu, I won't leave any buttons for you with this last sentence!"

After saying that, he raised his hand and opened his mouth to slap.

Liu Hengshun felt as if his legs were growing on the ground.

He couldn't lift them up even if he wanted to.

Even if he had the skills, he couldn't take a step forward.

The two sides were nine steps apart, and he couldn't reach them with his hands or touch them with his legs.

It couldn't blow that far.

Seeing that King Jingjie's fan was already waving, I said in my heart that I had fallen into this guy's trap and couldn't do anything about it.

When I was about to die, I suddenly had a flash of inspiration and remembered the pumpkin meteor that never left my body.

It was usually wrapped around my waist and I could reach out when I needed it.

I immediately shook my hand and punched it out, shouting: "Destroy!"

It was like an electric fire.

Xingkong, let me put it bluntly, a storyteller, no one can stop him, but he saw a flash of golden light, and the golden melon hit the oil lamp.

King Jingjie was about to say "Ten Fans Turn Over the Crystal Palace".

Before the word "ten" was spoken, the oil lamp on the table was extinguished.

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At that time, he let out a strange cry and disappeared. 4.

Liu Hengshun packed up the shaved Thirteen Dao and the storyteller Jingjie Wang one after another, carried a lantern and walked back on Yinyang Road.

He didn't go far when he met another man selling things at a stall.

He was in his thirties and had a strange appearance. , the dress is also unusual, dark and rough, not tall vertically, quite wide horizontally, with a shiny face The round face is disgusting to look at.

There are two buns on the head, and a red headband is tied on one side.

There are some messy rags spread on the straw mat in front of the face, which are just things that are handy for living at home.

There was everything but nothing valuable.

There was a stick of plain wax in the corner, and the candlelight was also white.

Liu Hengshun knew at a glance that this was no one else - a rag-drinking bear.

He looked stupid and clumsy, but he was not stupid.

He had quite a lot of ideas.

In the past, people who drank rags were also divided into three, six or nine grades.

Some had big capital and some had small capital.

Drum players could also be included in this line.

They did not accept ordinary things.

They only accepted red sandalwood tables, rosewood chairs, and jadeite.

His ornaments, jewelry and jades, famous people’s calligraphy and paintings, he is rich and generous, and he says he drinks rags, but nothing is rags.

If it’s really a broken chair or a bench, he won’t even look at it; Wandering around the countryside, fellow villagers dug up jars and jars while clearing wasteland for farming.

This passerby has a sharp eye and can distinguish valuable antiques from them.

After giving a few small coins to take them back, he will make a fortune as soon as they change hands.

This business is called "shoveling".

Hua Gouxiong is a rag collector.

He doesn't pick or pick anything.

He usually carries a basket and collects rags from house to house.

He then repairs them when he returns home, then sorts them out and puts them out for sale.

There are always a lot of people in this business, but Hua Gouxiong is the best.

He can make him boast about any rags.

He dared to say that the white silk cloth with threads and flowers flying off was the one that strangled He Shen to death.

Without this white silk cloth, the Qing Dynasty would have disappeared more than a hundred years ago; the old crutch that had deformed was a sign of divine power.

The king's nine-curved stick first defeated Li Zicheng and then destroyed Zhang Xianzhong.

He trampled the inside and outside of the pass and upset the Yangtze and Yellow Rivers.

Let's put it this way, everything that the British and French forces did not take away from the Old Summer Palace ended up on his stall.

Just by relying on this trick of lying, talking big words, and being greedy for small money, he actually got a name in Tianjin Wei.

If you don't believe it, he will beat his chest and swear that if this thing is not true, he will be "left outside and will not be able to return home when he dies."

When the buyers heard this, Hua Gou Xiong swore that he would die in a foreign country.

Because he couldn't bear to swear such a heavy oath for such three melons and two dates, he bought it whether he believed it or not.

Who would have thought that Hua Gou Xiong speaks with a foreign accent?

His correct pronunciation is "Throwing mountains away, you will not be able to return home after this time."

The slang in the world calls Chu Gong "throwing mountains", but you can't go outside.

"Si Shi" is now The time was between nine and eleven in the morning.

He was not allowed to return home.

He was doing business to defraud people of money.

This kid looked stupid, but he looked stupid and had a sinister heart.

He was completely cunning.

Liu Hengshun was an inspector of the police station and also served as a sergeant in the arrest team.

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He was familiar with the ground and the people.

Of course he recognized the bear who yelled at the rag boy, and he also knew that this person was not a kind person.

Hua Gouxiong squatted behind the broken straw mat but seemed not to see Liu Hengshun.

He held an ancient book and shouted: "The urinal of Empress Dowager Cixi, the pacifier of Emperor Xuantong, the red bellyband of Empress Wanrong, and the stick of Li Lianying's descendants." !

Take a copy of the Wordless Heavenly Book with you.

No one in the world dares to look at it, let alone a scud.

It’s all in vain for the monkey in the sky to come!”

Liu Hengshun had no intention of talking to this fool.

He wanted to step up and put out his candle, but when he heard this, Wuming became angry.

Wasn't this an intentional attempt to make Lu'er gossip?

Who in the lower reaches of Jiuhe doesn't know that when it comes to flying scuds, it's Liu Hengshun, but it's such a shame that the little bear is barking at him.

What does "scud" mean?

Who dares to talk to him like this because of his courage?

Liu Hengshun glared and shouted: "Hua Gouxiong, you don't sell your rags honestly, but you come to this muddy water, you are really tired of living and looking for death!"

When Hua Gou Xiong heard someone talking, he raised his head and looked at Liu Hengshun, pretending to be surprised: "Oh, who do I think I am?

Isn't this Mr.

Liu?

Have you eaten?"

Liu Hengshun said: "Don't do this, let me ask you, what did you, the chamber pot spout, say just now?"

Hua Gou Xiong even apologized: "You should calm down the fury of thunder and slow down the power of tigers and wolves.

I have to follow the rules even if I tell you to do it.

It's just for the sake of your mouth.

Urinals, bellybands, descendants' sticks, aren't these all small things?"

Words?

I accidentally turned my scud into a scud, but I don’t dare to damage your reputation.

You have a lot of knowledge, so don’t be as knowledgeable as me."

Liu Hengshun said: "I didn't ask you this.

What did you just say about the wordless heavenly book that I dare not read?

Why don't you show it to me?"

Hua Gou Xiong said in embarrassment: "No, no, I just said that, and you just listened to it.

The shouting and hawking pay attention to nine tunes and eighteen tunes, and the brown rope is used to pry the pole.

There are false words and nonsense, and they slip out of the mouth just to make up for the mistakes.

Yeah, why are you taking it seriously?"

Liu Hengshun was not stupid.

He was like a mirror in his heart.

He knew that Hua Gou Xiong was pretending just to get him to open the book.

If he didn't dare to read it, wouldn't he be afraid of Hua Gou Xiong?

Losing one's life was a small matter, and I couldn't bear this fear, so I snatched the ancient book from Hua Gou Xiong's hand.

I saw that the book was in tatters, the pages had turned from yellow to black, and the binding rope was almost frayed.

I threw it on the tattered No one in Erdui wanted to take a second look.

Hua Gou Xiong said hurriedly: "Master Liu, you must not read this book!"

Liu Hengshun frowned: "What can't be read in a broken book?

Can it also eat people?"

Hua Gou Xiong said: "Don't blame me for not telling you, why can't you read this book?

Because whoever reads the book will be there, and there are always dangers.

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You, sir, do big things and write big words.

I, Hua Gou Xiong, can't get into your eyes."

Fayan, there are always three periods of decline and six periods of prosperity in this life.

If I open the book and read it, it says that you are dead, what should I do?

" Liu Hengshun has always been a man who prefers good things to bad.

The more he says this, the more he has to look carefully.

He has always said that life and death are determined by destiny.

How can he let a few pieces of broken paper stop him?

Putting the paper lantern in his hand on the ground, he opened the book on the spot, only to see that there was no word in the ancient scroll.

Page after page was full of pictures.

The first page showed a person tied to a pillar and another person.

He put his hands behind his back and watched.

The person in the painting has no face, but it is not difficult to tell that this is the scene of the shooting of the Sky Leopard.

The man with his hands behind his back is wearing a police uniform.

He is a head and an arm taller than him.

It is Liu Hengshun.

Liu Hengshun thought to himself: "What's there to see here?"

He turned another page and saw a fox running in front, followed by a man waving a golden melon and shooting star.

On the next page, there were several people holding a temple door.

There is a Taoist nun sitting inside, with a large water tank falling above her head; on the next page, two people are holding a white-faced man in front of the police station.

Liu Hengshun was puzzled.

What is this "Wordless Heavenly Book" called?

Who doesn't know about these things in Tianjin Wei, and the pictures in the book are not worth it.

Seeing this, Liu Hengshun closed the book and threw it on the ground: "I still think it's something great and everyone knows it, and I'm fooling children?"

Hua Gou Xiong picked up the book and smiled: "Mr.

Liu, you don't want to know what's drawn at the back?

Forget it, I know you don't dare to read further.

We can't risk our lives for this book."

Liu Hengshun almost became angry and snatched the book back into his hands: "I'll just read it from beginning to end.

I don't believe this crappy book can kill me!"

But when he turned back to the next page, he was stunned, because in the following pages, the scenes of his encounter with the Thirteen Swordsmen and the Jingjie King were drawn respectively.

When were they drawn?

Was it painted by Hua Gou Xiong?

That's too fast, not to mention that the ink on the painting page is old, at least hundreds of years old.

Isn't it strange?

It is said that the Wordless Heavenly Book is also one of the four magic weapons held by heretics.

It is unusual and I don’t know what is weird about it.

Liu Hengshun calmed down and turned another page.

In the painting, he was reading the wordless Holy Book in front of a stall, with Hua Xiong squatting aside.

Although the painting was only an outline, everything that should be included was there. , the rags on the stall can be distinguished one by one, even the lantern he placed on the ground and the plain wax of the flower bear are all in the painting, and the flames are outlined in a few hasty strokes.

Liu Hengshun suddenly felt a chill all over his body.

He accidentally looked up and saw that the flower bear was gone.

The lantern on the ground and the plain wax stick were also gone!

Looking at the painting in the Wordless Book, it is different from before.

The lantern and plain wax in the painting are still in the same place.

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The flower bear squatting on the ground leans forward and is reaching out to pinch the candle in the white paper lantern.

All this was simply unbelievable.

Even though Liu Hengshun did not believe in evil, a layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

Just now Hua Gou Xiong said that this book cannot be read.

Whoever reads it will be in the book, but is it turning everything upside down?

If they were to face each other head-on, even ten colorful bears would not be Liu Hengshun's opponent, but what should they do now?

Liu Hengshun didn't have time to think too much.

He was afraid that in the blink of an eye, the lantern in the painting would be extinguished by Hua Gou Xiong, and he would tear the book apart with both hands.

How could he know that this wordless book looks to be in ruins, but is actually very tough?

After trying hard to tear it apart, he couldn't tear it apart, so he suddenly got smart and pulled it from the pocket of his police uniform's jacket.

He took out a pen and directly painted the candle on the flower bear in the painting into a black pimple.

At that time, the black wind blew up, and the lantern placed on the ground went away and came back.

The candle was still burning, but the flower bear yelling about the broken flower had disappeared.

I will probably die wondering why Liu Hengshun from the arrest team had a pen on him. 5.

Liu Hengshun followed Blind Zhang's instructions and walked back along Yin Yang Road with a handheld paper lantern.

Unexpectedly, the Mogu Road had set up a series of arrays on this road, causing him to encounter disasters at every step and dangers everywhere.

The storyteller Jingjie Wang, the shaved Thirteen Dao, the rag-drinking Hua Gou Xiong, these strange people in the market who usually hide deeply revealed their true colors one after another, holding magic weapons to extinguish the lantern in Liu Hengshun's hand.

Scud Liu Hengshun used his courage to clean up these heretics.

When he was about to arrive at the Huoshen Temple Police Station, another enchanting little woman came across from him.

She was about thirty years old.

She was covered with heavy filial piety and her ears were There is an old coin on it, with a strand of hemp stuck in the money hole.

No makeup is applied, her face is turned upside down, and she can't help but look dewy.

It can be said that she doesn't rub the clear water with official powder, doesn't put on lipstick, and has fresh red lips.

The dark clouds skillfully comb her hair with a white velvet headband; she wears a white filial piety gown, A white silk sweat scarf is tied around the waist, and a white middle coat is tied with a white thread belt and a three-inch golden lotus white cloth harness.

As the old saying goes, if you want to be pretty and filial, this little woman took a few steps forward, blocking Liu Hengshun's way, like rain hitting banana trees.

Liu Hengshun flashed his eyes and looked.

He also knew this "Stone Widow" who accounted for one of the "seven unique and eight weirdos" in Jiuhexiashao.

She made a living by going around mourning and paying filial piety.

In the old days, there was a woman who only had free things to do.

To put it bluntly, it was just one word - cry.

There used to be an old saying that "it's hard to buy filial piety before the death with money."

Many rich and unkind families had to do white things, and no one wanted to come to express their condolences.

The neighbors in the surrounding streets were busy eating noodles at home before catching up with the family.

The descendants are not filial, they only care about dividing the family property, and they are making small calculations in their hearts.

Who can afford to cry?

After a lot of useless work was done, there was not even a mourner, which showed that the descendants were unfilial and made outsiders laugh.

The host family also lost face, so they hired people to weep and take care of the wine and food.

They paid a lot of money, but they had to Able to cry and howl, willing to work hard.

The mourning Widow Shi is the top one in this industry.

Most of the people who eat this bowl of rice are aunts and aunts.

They are in their forties and fifties.

Their families are poor and they have no worries.

When they come to other people's wedding parties, they cry and howl and even roll around. , but it can’t stop thundering Yu, his eyes kept glancing at the table.

When he saw the braised pork on the table, he jumped up and grabbed two handfuls.

He continued to cry while eating the meat.

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In short, he gave up his old face and didn't care about anything.

Anyway, his stomach was not in trouble and he made money. .

Widow Shi is not the case.

She is in her thirties and has beautiful features.

She never smiles or speaks.

She has dimples when she smiles.

She has never taken off her husband since her death.

She never takes off her filial piety clothes.

She somehow thinks she is a chaste and martyr woman.

She attracts people just by looking at her.

It's painful and endearing.

Others mourn in groups.

Seven or eight old ladies get together and kneel in front of the soul and weep all over the place.

Widow Shi took on this errand and always did it alone.

When she arrived at the house where she was doing the errands, she knelt down in front of the funeral without shouting or shouting.

Two lines of clear tears rolled down her face.

The pear blossoms were raining, and she was filled with sorrow and tears.

It's not big, but it penetrates into people's ears.

No matter how hard it is, it still makes her cry.

If the filial son of the family gave her enough money, she could still accompany her to watch the funeral, and she would stay under the same quilt as she did.

Liu Hengshun felt disgusted when he saw that the visitor was Widow Shi.

She was prettier than the first three, but this little girl was not a good girl either.

He thought that when his husband was still alive, the couple He doesn't do any good things, he only deals in "house transfers".

What is house transfer?

It's so unethical to say that this business is usually done by two people.

The men make friends outside and make friends with some rich bosses.

They are not particularly rich, nor are the young bosses and big shopkeepers of the eight families.

It's rare to make friends with ordinary people like this.

At most, they are some small clerks and small compradors.

They have some spare money and don't know how to spend it well.

Widow Shi set up a gambling bureau at home.

This gambling bureau is not like the gambling bureaus outside.

There is no money to come to the house to play.

They are all neighbors from the nearby streets.

They even play cards and chat.

The Zhang family and the Li family are short of three A toad has five eyes, so there's nothing he won't talk about.

There are no older girls here.

They are all aunts, aunts, and young wives who are married to their husbands and have their own masters.

The games are not as fancy as the Bao game, and there is no such thing as mahjong, Tianjiu, or Pars tiles.

The women in Tianjin Wei only have a favorite game called "Dou Shi Hu", which is a kind of playing card with all the pictures on it.

He is a character from Water Margin.

The third aunt looks for the sixth aunt, and the sixth aunt looks for the second aunt.

Some of them have children, and let the eldest brother watch the second aunt at home while he plays cards here all morning.

Because in the past, women were in charge of the household and men went out to earn money.

They would go out for the whole day.

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At noon, they would deal with the leftovers from the day and only cook at night.

So there was nothing to do if they were idle all day. .

Widow Shi's men had made many friends outside, and they brought some of them back to play cards with them.

The card games were fake, but in fact they had no good intentions.

While playing cards, his eyes were wandering, and he saw that one of them had a pretty young wife.

She was not very old, twenty-four or five, and she got married relatively early at that time.

She was a young woman.

This man was in his thirties, and they met him immediately while playing cards.

He told Widow Shi and his wife that they would help him set up the game.

Widow Shi was eloquent and had lively eyes.

She saw that when it was time for dinner, everyone else went back to eat, leaving the man and the little wife behind to stew some rice at home, order two dishes, and boil two pots of wine. , all the food and drinks were paid for by this man, and then they played cards together in the afternoon.

My daughter-in-law has a man at home, so she can’t go out at night, but she has nothing to do during the day, and she gets to know each other over time.

Okay, Widow Shi started to make insinuations, always saying that this man is good, how can he make money, how can he be considerate, how can he He knows how to hurt people, so he messed around with them, and the two of them came together.

In order to take advantage, this man spent a lot of money, buying a hair flower today and some makeup tomorrow.

After getting to know each other, the two of them went out to find a hotel, especially like Nan at that time.

There is a pheasant hotel like that in the city.

The conditions are not very good, but you can book a room according to the hour.

After dinner, the two of them hook up and have an affair, and they spend a lot of money.

In the past, there was only one person who liked to seduce such good-natured girls.

He would not go to the brothel if the price of the girl was clearly marked.

Firstly, he felt dirty, and secondly, he was afraid of being seen and losing his dignity.

Are you saying that Widow Shi and his wife helped them connect for free?

There is nothing so cheap in the world.

You don’t earn much at all.

As the saying goes, one third of the profit comes from dealing with something.

For example, if this man spends one hundred yuan on his little wife, Widow Shi and his wife can save thirty or forty yuan.

Help me pass it on Words and gifts are all directed at these two people.

After the thing is done, they have to tie up the toad again.

"Toad making" in Tianjin dialect means letting people treat guests.

The big restaurant, the big bathhouse, and the big theater are full of food.

Drink enough and have fun.

There are indeed adulterers and adulterers who abandon their homes, property, wives and children and run away.

It’s useless for me to come to Widow Shi to try to reason with her.

We came to her just to play cards.

She didn’t even want a rich man, and she even wanted to get married. , waiting for you while taking a cigarette, it doesn’t matter if you lose her, she will make you stare and speechless, and there will be no reason for you to file a lawsuit.

There was a saying in the past, "It would be better to demolish ten temples than break up one marriage."

Let me tell you that the business done by Widow Shi and his wife was full of evil deeds.

Later, a life was caused because of this, and the government sent an arrest team to capture Widow Shi's husband alive, and ate a black date with a blind eye on the beauty stage.

From then on, Widow Shi hated the people in the arrest team.

Let's drag the book back.

Besides, Widow Shi, who was mourning on Yin-Yang Road, saw Liu Hengshun.

She immediately knelt down on the ground without saying a word, with tears in her eyes and a look of desolation on her face.

She held a copper plate in her hand and placed a mouthful of it on it.

There was a lot of paper money scattered around the paper coffin.

On top of the coffin was an ever-burning lamp in front of the soul.

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The paper coffin was small, the lamp was also small, and the flame on the lamp was no bigger than a soybean grain.

Liu Hengshun understood at a glance: "This is the person who worshiped the paper coffin.

The Stone Widow worshiped once, twice, and three times.

After worshiping for a whole day, I couldn't die.

The evil magic came back to bite her, and her lamp was almost extinguished." ” Widow Shi's face was pale and she was crying miserably.

She knelt on the ground and cried to Liu Hengshun: "Master Liu, I'm not afraid that you will look down on me.

As the saying goes, if you are in the world, you must be a miserable person.

My boss will die early." , leaving me alone, the reason why I entered the Mogu Dao, in the end It's just for a bite of food and a life.

Now I die in your hands.

You are the inspector of the Fire Temple Police Station and the scud of the arrest team.

How can I, a weak woman, be your opponent?

I'll put out the light in your hand and come get me!"

Liu Hengshun knew very well what Widow Shi was doing, and he couldn't help but feel disgusted.

He thought to himself, you are so shameless, why are you still blackmailing people?

It's obvious that you're trying to kill me because you can't do it, but now you're doing it for me!

But who is Liu Hengshun?

Widow Shi didn't want to say anything, but he didn't dare to do it.

He was no longer the God of Fire who guarded the mouth of the Sancha River.

He was like fire and his mind was like the wind.

He had such a temper.

At that time, the fire hit him upwards and he raised his hand.

He picked up the paper lantern, blew out the candle in the wick, and asked Widow Stone: "What will happen to you if you extinguish the lantern?"

Widow Shi never expected that Liu Hengshun was still alive after blowing out the lantern.

She was so shocked that the ever-bright lantern she held in her hand shook and turned into a wisp of smoke.

A gust of wind passed by, and the stone widow and the paper coffin disappeared.

Liu Hengshun raised the lantern in his hand and took a look.

The light went out and then became bright again.

For some reason, he walked to the door of the Huoshen Temple Police Station.

This is really like "to survive in a thousand waves, only to turn around on a hundred-foot cliff."

He hung it back up, but his vision went dark, and he was still in the back room.

It seemed like he was having a dream, but he didn't know if it was true or not.

Zhang Chi, Li Can, Du Dabiao, and Lao Youtiao were complaining at the side.

Seeing Liu Hengshun come to life, they were all surprised and happy, and hurriedly gathered around to ask questions.

As soon as Liu Hengshun got up, something fell out of his arms.

He picked it up and identified it in his hand.

It seemed to be a government approval ticket.

In the old days, arresting officials and handling cases required a fire sign as proof.

It was similar to that, but not quite the same. , and took the official seal of the city god.

Liu Hengshun suddenly realized that when Blind Man Zhang pushed him, he put a warrant for being an evildoer on him, so he didn't die after the paper lantern was extinguished.

In order to get rid of Liu Hengshun, Mo Gudao wanted to worship him with a magic weapon paper coffin.

Firstly, Liu Hengshun's life should not be aborted, and secondly, he had the help of the shady Zhang Xiazi.

Although his soul left the body and walked on the Yin-Yang Road After one trip, not only did he not die, but he also cleaned up the demons who had entered the Mogu Path: "the rag-drinking flower bear, the mourning stone widow, the storyteller Jingjie King, and the head-shaving Thirteen Swordsmen".

Early the next morning, the bodies of these four people were found near the mouth of the Sancha River.

Although these few people may be unique or strange, they are famous in the lower reaches of the Jiuhe River, but they are just making a living in the rivers and lakes.

Eating belongs to people at the bottom of society.

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There are many people lying like this in the city of Tianjin.

If ten or eight of them die one day, the government can't take care of it.

They let the burial team wrap them in straw mats and take them to Xitou Yidi to throw them away before dark.

Feed the wild dogs.

But Liu Hengshun heard about it again, and the burial team threw down the corpses of "Hua Gou Xiong, Shi Widow, Jingjie King, and Thirteen Swordsmen" and asked Li Lao Dao to push them away in a trolley.

In this way, Li Lao Dao Eight dead bodies were collected one after another.

Whether they were buried under the Bone Tower to suppress evil spirits as he said, or whether they had other agendas, will be explained in the later documents.

Before Liu Hengshun could go to Li Laodao to ask for clarification, Li Laodao came to him, stepped into the door, and recited the slogan: "Immeasurable Heavenly Lord, if Mr.

Liu survives the catastrophe, he will be blessed later.

It is also your hands and eyes that reach the sky, and you are extraordinary."

Juejuan, the Mogu Road has lost eight people to you one after another.

These ugly creatures are certainly no match for you, but as the saying goes, shoot the man first. , Capture the thief first and capture the king first.

In my humble opinion, it’s time to capture the Hunyuan Ancestor.

If we get rid of this scourge, the other ugly people will no longer be in trouble.

However, to capture the Hunyuan Ancestor of the Mogu Dao, we still need the help of an expert.

That's it!

No need for you, Mr.

Liu, I've invited the master for you!"

He waved to the door and poked his head out to come in.

When Liu Hengshun saw the person coming, his nose felt like it was hanging out of breath.

Who is this expert?

It was Sun Xiaoshou who was digging the grave!

Chapter 8 Sun Xiaoshou goes to Shandong 1.

Born like cotton wool without roots, Why bother to be greedy for money and not turn around; Even if you seek to obtain all kinds of things,

It's hard to keep good luck if you don't get it.

The above document mentioned that on May 25th, the day of the Dragon Meeting, Li Laodao came to tell Liu Hengshun that with the help of Sun Xiaojieer, it would be easy to capture the ancestor of Hunyuan.

Don't look at Sun Xiaoshou'er's shabby appearance, with sinister eyebrows and rat-like eyes, and cannot be put on the stage.

However, mortals cannot be judged by appearance, and sea water cannot be measured.

Thinking back to the time when Lord Mengchang refused to be the Prime Minister of Qin and was placed under house arrest by the King of Qin, he was in danger.

Without the help of the roosters and dogs and thieves, he would inevitably be killed by the strong Qin Dynasty.

Moreover, it was said that "a scholar should look at each other with admiration after three days of separation."

Now Sun The little stinky boy is no longer the stinky thief he used to be, hiding from others, hating dogs, and being ignored by no one.

Seeing that Liu Hengshun was not willing to believe it, Li Laodao called Sun Xiaoxiu'er to him and asked him to tell the whole story.

Sun Xiaoxiu'er stood there confused, and didn't understand why Li Laodao brought him here.

Now that he has said this, there is no turning back when he opens his bow, doesn't he still know how to brag?

He grabbed a bench on the spot, jumped up and pulled out his chest, curled his lips, and gave Liu Hengshun a fist in the air: "Brother, just sit there and sit still.

Listen to what I, Sun Xiaoxiu'er, tell you.

Guess what I am doing?"

What were you doing a while ago?"

Liu Hengshun pinched his eyeballs to look down on Sun Xiaoxiu'er, remembering that last year Sun Xiaoxiuer caught insects and offered treasures.

The two of them had been drinking, and they had some friendship, but they couldn't be called brothers.

Seeing this guy The pie was being sold again, and he frowned and said "hmm".

Sun Xiaoxiu'er was so frightened that he didn't dare to pretend to be mysterious anymore and told the truth.

The last time Sun Xiaojiuer went to the Fire Temple Police Station to offer a treasure and gave Liu Hengshun a treasure insect, Liu Hengshun didn't want to owe him this favor, so he took him to the Second Meat Shop for a drink.

This kid has no future.

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He got carried away and got drunk.

He stayed in a meat shop for a night.

When he opened his eyes the next day, he was no longer him.

He said that Liu Hengshun was his sworn brother.

Who would dare to bully Sun Xiaojiu'er in the future?

Putting gold on his face instead of eating, he had to dig into graves to make ends meet.

Yoyo'er was hungry all day.

That night, Sun Xiaojiu'er went to the Li family graveyard.

It was a quite large graveyard, covering an area of It covers an area of ​​more than 100 acres, close to the reservoir, and was changed into Nankai Park after 1949.

In the past, common people had a saying that the dead rush to earth as fast as gold.

Rich and powerful families all had tombs, and they were passed down from their ancestors.

They were usually located in the suburbs, with more than a hundred acres or less a few acres of land. , there are stone boundary stakes erected around it, with the tomb of a certain house engraved on it.

Use this as a mark.

Pines and cypresses were planted inside, and some even built mountains of earth to enhance Feng Shui.

When someone dies, they are buried in their own cemetery according to their seniority.

To prevent theft, gravekeepers are hired.

Very few people pay monthly wages to gravekeepers.

Instead, they waive or reduce rent and allow gravekeepers to farm around their ancestors' graves to make a living.

If you look after the graveyard for our family, basically I will take care of the crops you grow.

No more.

For example, our family has two hectares of land for tombs.

Two hectares of land is 200 acres, and the grave site occupies 60 acres.

The remaining 140 acres are divided into 40 acres and given to the gravekeeper, allowing him to plant his own crops without charging any rent.

Son, half of the rent will be charged for the remaining 100 acres.

Within this half, if there are difficulties in farming and it is necessary to purchase additional livestock, farm tools, etc., the gravekeepers can still ask for it from the family.

The rent collected by the family cannot be spent carelessly.

It is only used to purchase sacrifices for visiting the grave, or to reunite relatives from far and near after visiting the grave, and to have a meal or something.

This money will be used.

The owner of the Li family's tomb was a well-known and powerful family in the past.

He had not been divided into different families for many generations.

The old man of the Li family had been a high official and was very powerful and prominent in the previous dynasty.

No matter the location of the tomb, he had There is a temple in the back of the village, a river on the left and a road on the right.

The ancestral tomb is also magnificently built.

There are brick walls around the tomb, with rows of pines and cypresses inside, and towering old trees.

There is an ancestral hall at the entrance, with a high door painted in red, with "Wen Cheng" engraved on the left and "武伟" engraved on the right.

A large piece of stone hangs high in the middle.

The plaque reads "Guangzong Yaozu", and there are gatekeepers on both sides.

People are hired to guard it all year round.

In the past, on the Qingming Festival and death anniversaries, the whole family would come to worship with incense wax paper codes.

Later, the situation was unstable, the war was chaotic, and the living people could not be taken care of.

Who could take care of the dead?

In order to protect themselves, the old Li family moved south to avoid the war.

The gravekeepers also ran away, and the Li family's grave became a barren tomb.

Sun Xiaoxiu'er has been coveting the Li family's big tomb for a long time.

He knows that good things from a wealthy family are indispensable.

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If he takes out a piece of it, it will be enough for him to eat and sleep for half his life.

However, there are often police patrols around the reservoir at night. , he was afraid of being caught.

According to the laws of the Qing Dynasty, he dug up graves and executed him.

The crime in the Republic of China was not small, so he never dared to take action.

It's different now.

With Liu Hengshun, the speedster of the arrest team, backing him up, even if people see him, which patrolman can't give Liu Hengshun face and a gold plaque on his forehead.

What else is there to fear about his grandson, Little Stinky Boy?

If he didn't get a big vote, wouldn't it bring disgrace to Liu Hengshun's face?

Sun Xiaoshou'er was full of treachery and courage, so he made up his mind to do it.

He dug out a picture album left by his master back then, which contained "Tombs and Burial Caves Pictures" of wealthy families.

In the past, they were rich and powerful.

Everyone has a picture like this in their home.

Who was buried in the cemetery in what year and month and where, how deep the grave is, where the head is facing and where the feet are facing, what kind of coffin is used, and what is buried in it.

It is all clearly written down.

Chu.

Sun Xiaojiu'er and his master didn't know where they got such a picture album.

Every feng shui treasure hole in Tianjin Wei and the tomb buns with fat tops were all recorded in it.

Unfortunately, at the ancestral graves of this wealthy family, there are people who keep vigil at the graves all the year round.

The master and the apprentice would not even dare to think about it.

Now the world has changed.

Even the master's family and the grave watchers ran away to death, and they got through Liu Heng.

The right path is a God-given opportunity.

If we don't take it now, when will we wait?

Sun Xiaoxiu'er prepared everything for use.

After nightfall, he put on a mouse suit and wiped two handfuls of pot ashes on his face.

Taking advantage of the dark moon and high wind and no one around, he sneaked into the Li family's old grave and found it according to the picture.

A big tomb dumpling, using the method of eating the smell, quickly dug up the coffin of the old man of the Li family from all sides.

The loose soil on the coffin lid was removed, and a line of gold characters was engraved on it: "The Emperor decreed that the Crown Prince should be granted the title of Shaobao".

Sun Xiaoxiu'er didn't know how to read, but he knew that this coffin was a great thing.

It was made of serious old golden nanmu wood, as hard as iron.

If you don't know how to open it, you can cut it with an ax and sparks will appear.

Moreover, this coffin is a unique material.

That is to say, the big cover, the two gangs and the bottom are made of four whole boards, which are the most precious.

If converted into silver dollars during the Republic of China, this piece of large material costs more than 2,000 yuan at least.

The workmanship is also top-notch.

The entire coffin is made of nature.

It does not require a single nail.

It is all a matter of tenoning and tenoning.

Once it is aligned, there is no need for grouting.

It cannot be chiseled or pried open.

There is not even a single seam.

In the past, he only dug poor graves.

Most of the graves contained thin-board coffins, which were badly damaged by insects and rats.

They could be dug open with a little effort.

There were no valuable artifacts inside.

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To open such a coffin, one must be able to unlock the Luban lock. , the coffin-making masters teach each other, and they all have different techniques, but the tomb-robbers never deviate from their traditions.

It is in line with the saying, "It is difficult for those who know how to do it, but it is not difficult for those who know how to do it."

Sun Xiaojiu'er ate this bowl of rice, which was a housekeeping skill.

He was about to open the coffin board, but it was only so small.

Suddenly, two cigarette dealers ran in, followed by a group of patrolmen.

It must be said that Sun Xiaojiu'er was unlucky and had no chance of getting rich.

He couldn't eat the fat duck even if he put it in his mouth.

The patrol police did not catch the cigarette dealer, but they surrounded Sun Xiaojiu'er.

More than a dozen patrol policemen used flashlights and looked at Sun Xiaoshou'er one at a time.

Firstly, they knew that this guy was a bad eater.

Secondly, they were dressed in rat clothes from head to toe, carrying a large sack on their backs, and had a small shovel on their waist. , a large coffin next to it was dug up on all sides.

It was obvious that they were stealing and digging graves here.

Do you still need to ask if everyone gets the stolen goods?

At that time, he couldn't help but kicked Sun Xiaoxiu'er to the ground, pinned him down with all his hands and feet, searched his whole body, and then took him to the reservoir police station, where he broke into the wooden cage at the door and waited until daybreak before going back.

Sent to the Patrol Headquarters.

Although the area around the reservoir is remote, the security situation is relatively chaotic because there were two largest markets at the time in Guanpian.

One was the Liuhe Market, which sold everything from food and drink to daily use.

There was a huge flow of people during the day. , the most likely to cause trouble.

In addition, there is also Tianjin Wei's famous "ghost market".

Are you thinking about it, could this be a good place?

You say it's haunted?

It's not that it's haunted, but every day after midnight, people from the city or the surrounding cities and villages come here to do business with lanterns and torches.

They close their stalls before dawn.

The market is dimly lit with lights and there are vague figures of people in the darkness.

It looks like a market in the underworld, hence the name.

There are not many good people but many bad people who come in and out here, and there is a mixture of gods, faces, and faces.

Most of the business is mainly about deceiving people.

Some are shoddy, some are as good as new, some are tricked, and some are cheated.

The fake ones look like the real ones, take the steel scale used for selling things, here There were a lot of thieves around.

Some used hollow weights, some used large scales with small weights, and some simply tried to save trouble by hanging a fishing line under the scale plate.

It was dark and the people buying things couldn't see it.

The people weighing the things.

At this time, the hawker stepped on the fishing line with his foot and said as much as he wanted.

All in all, most of the goods sold here are street goods, off-road goods, and tiger goods.

There are no good goods anyway.

Over time, it has attracted many thieves and pickpockets to sell stolen goods here, and it has also gathered many local gangsters.

Let's put it this way, there are no less than a hundred types of harmful activities.

The law-abiding people cannot stand in the ghost market.

Just like these residents living in the west, whether they are cart drivers, rag sellers, or wool basket collectors, no matter how hard they work, at most they can barely feed themselves.

Stomach, sometimes buying a melon is enough for a day, and eating a piece of radish can also make up a meal, so what’s the use?

After a fart, you get hungry, and you have no choice but to live a life of half-starvation and half-full.

Some people finally find neighbors, aunts, or relatives and friends to put together a few or two dollars to go to the ghost market to try their luck, but as long as Once you touch this place, you will often end up empty-handed and bruised and swollen.

It is not a place for serious people.

Therefore, the police force in this area is one of the best outside Tianjin.

The number of patrol officers is second only to the Laolongtou Police Station.

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They stand guard during the day and patrol at night, but they still can't control it.

There is no labor room at the Reservoir Police Station.

There is a row of wooden cages at the door all year round, used to imprison temporarily captured thieves, gangsters, and swindlers.

Sun Xiaojiu'er was not the only one arrested tonight, there were also several petty thieves, male thieves and female prostitutes.

In the past, Sun Xiaoshou'er would have wet his pants out of fear, but it is different now.

He was beaten up and tied up by the night patrol team just now and had no chance to speak, and he couldn't talk to them.

How could these little minions be worthy of Master Smelly opening his mouth?

If you have anything to say, please wait until you see the official.

How could you know that when they arrived at the reservoir police station, they didn't see the official, so the patrol officer kicked him directly into the wooden cage.

Sun Xiaojiu'er refused to suffer a loss and started yelling in the wooden cage car on the spot.

He thought this way: "My sworn brother is Liu Hengshun of the arrest team.

Who among the patrolmen in Guanxia, ​​Hedong and Hexi doesn't know him?

Eat?"

Who in the officialdom dares not to give him face?

As soon as I tell my eldest brother’s name, he will be untied and given a big bowl of sugar.

Bring me some water to help me calm down!"

The patrolman who was guarding the wooden cage car at the entrance of the reservoir police station heard this thief keep asking to see the inspector, and said that Liu Hengshun was his eldest brother, and he would hit him with a baton.

No matter how fast he hid, he couldn't stand it because there were so many people squeezing around in the wooden cage.

A stick was stabbing his ribs, making him gasp in pain.

The patrolman pointed his baton at Sun Xiao'er's nose and scolded him: "Stop putting gold on your face, and don't urinate to show what you are, a bear with flowers - do you still look like a human being?

Scud If Liu Hengshun were your eldest brother, the patrol chief would be my son!"

Only after being beaten did Sun Xiaoxiu'er realize that this trick didn't work.

He was about to beg for mercy when he heard someone in the wooden cage next to him whispering: "Deputy, deputy, I have a redemption!"

This is the past.

The common people's honorific title for the police.

In the old days, there were thousands of generals in the army, and the common people respectfully called them "General Master".

Later, the police did not know how to call them, so they had to be one level lower than "General" and called "Deputy Master". ".

The patrolman glanced at the man who spoke, walked over and leaned against the wooden cage.

The man took out two silver coins from the soles of his shoes and quietly stuffed them into the patrolman's hands.

The patrolman put the money into his pocket, and called the other guard aside.

The two of them muttered a few words, took out the key, opened the wooden cage, and released the man who gave the money, saying: "It's not our fault.

You will inevitably arrest the wrong person..."

This was said to the other people in the cage.

Firstly, it was used to cover up their corruption and perversion of the law.

Secondly, it also told them that if they have money, they should take action as soon as possible.

Take medicine.

The person who gave the money didn't even turn his head and ran away as fast as a flash.

Sun Xiaojiu'er understood clearly that it was better to give money than anyone else, but he had a lot of lice and fleas on his body, but not a big one.

As soon as the fourth watch passed, the two patrolmen guarding the wooden cage, holding batons in their arms, leaned against the wall and took a nap.

Sun Xiaoshou'er thought about waiting until dawn to get into the situation, but it would not be easy to get out again.

How long would it take if he didn't escape now?

This guy was thin and withered.

The wooden cage in the police station could not be used by others to get out, but it could not trap Sun Xiaojiu'er.

He pushed his head out first and rubbed his bald skin.

It was better than entering the police station. , enduring the pain, turned sideways and rubbed outward a little.

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The two guards were completely unaware, and the other people in the wooden cage were not doing anything anymore.

You can get out, but what should we do?

Even though the patrolmen took the money and let you out, they didn't dare to say anything, but Sun Xiaoxiu'er didn't offer any benefits.

He was also caught by the night patrol, so why did he let you run away?

At that time, someone pulled his neck and shouted: "Deputy, someone is running away!"

This voice immediately alerted the two guards.

When they opened their eyes, they saw Sun Xiaoxi'er just getting out of the wooden cage, picking up his baton and whistling.

Sun Xiaoxiu'er was so frightened that he peed his pants.

He was so flustered that he ran as fast as he could and risked his life to escape.

There was wasteland near the reservoir, and the wormwood was as tall as a man.

He was as short as a mouse, so it wouldn't be good to get in there.

Caught.

The patrolman was yelling loudly, but he didn't bother to chase him.

Who didn't know that Sun Xiaoxiu'er was very poor, and there wasn't much chance of catching him, so he just thought he was a fart and let him go.

Sun Xiaojiu'er didn't know what the policeman was thinking.

He was as anxious as a lost dog and panicked as a fish that slipped through the net.

This time, he was really frightened and ran faster than a rabbit.

It's hard to say whether he was guilty of stealing graves or digging graves and squatting in a clay kiln for a few years.

He escaped from the wooden cage in the police station.

It can be said to be big or small.

It all depends on what the official said.

He was afraid of being caught by the police and shot.

My son, I can’t stay in Tianjin City no matter what.

He looks like this, no matter how much he hides, he has to be let go.

I recognized him and knew where he was by smelling the stench.

Xunsi hid in another place for a while, and then came back when the limelight was over.

He immediately put on a posture and hugged the city of Tianjin behind me.

My grandson, Xiao Shou'er, This is called "when the waves are not calm, the dragon swims in the deep sea, and when the wind is not calm, the tiger returns to the mountains and forests"!

Now that he has fallen to this point, he still chooses to say something nice. 2.

Sun Xiaojiu'er thought very well.

As the saying goes, "If you move a tree, you will die, but if you move a person, you will live."

A man is so angry that he has ambitions in all directions.

Anyway, he has no room, no ridge of land, and he is a bachelor.

No worries, all the ability to eat is in you , it’s okay to go for a walk, but he has never left Tianjin Wei in his whole life, and he doesn’t know where to go.

He has a way, take off his shoes and throw them into the sky, and see where the toes of the shoes on the ground are pointing.

Which direction to run.

We walked all the way through Jinghai, Qingxian, Cangzhou, Nanpi, and crossed Wuqiao.

We didn't dare to take the main road.

We chose narrow paths and remote places.

We dug a few graves along the way.

We didn't starve to death, but we often didn't have enough to eat. .

Not only had he entered the border of Shandong in one day, Sun Xiaoxiu'er secretly made up his mind, now that the left and right were out, he had to make a name for himself no matter what.

He must make a fortune before returning to Tianjin Wei, and use money to beat the policeman who arrested him to death.

Let's see.

At that time, who will be the grandson and who will be the grandfather.

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Everyone can daydream.

If the strong wind can't bring money, how can you make a fortune?

He can't read or write, can't sell martial arts, and he has such a dignified appearance that he doesn't even come when he begs for food.

His best skill is digging dumplings from graves.

If he wants to make a fortune, he has to do this.

Anyway, the brave ones will be overpowered to death and the timid ones will be starved to death.

There are graves everywhere, and it’s not the person who picked them out.

Even if you can’t steal the imperial tomb, you still have to find the tomb of a prince at last!

After squatting there for a few days, I listened with my ears and learned that Linzi City was the capital of Qi State.

There were many ancient tombs in that place.

I thought there would be many rare treasures in the tombs, so I made up my mind to go straight to Linzi.

Along the way, Xiao Xing spent the night.

When we arrived at a place, it was full of barren mountains and ridges.

There was no village or shop in front of or behind.

It also caught up with a heavy rain, and there were thunders one after another.

There was nowhere to hide, so we had to keep walking.

The little smelly grandson was soaked until he was soaked in water.

When I turned around a mountain col and looked up, I saw a large house on the side of the road.

The high-walled courtyard was extraordinary and majestic, but it was different from ordinary houses.

It formed a circle regardless of the front, rear, left, and right, with wide and bright gates in the east, west, north, and south.

What is Guangliang Gate?

There is a gate tower above the gate, gatehouses on both sides, and three stone steps below.

In short, it is tall, large and bright.

Sun Xiaoxiu'er let the rain soak his chest, and without thinking about it, he hurriedly ran to the gatehouse to take shelter from the rain.

Sun Xiaoxiu'er, who dug into the grave, didn't care about the wind and rain, he was just afraid of thunder.

He also understood that what he did was harmful to his moral character, and he was afraid of being punished by God and being struck by lightning.

He huddled under the gatehouse, tired, hungry, and cold.

I was shivering, but at least I found a place to stay, so I lay on the stone steps and endured it all night.

Early the next morning, I vaguely heard the sound of the door opening.

Sun Xiaojiu'er knew very well that with his appearance and the way he was dressed, he was worse than a beggar.

The slaves of wealthy families always looked down on others.

When they saw him lying at the gate, they kicked him.

It's still good to kick them away, but there's no risk of letting a dog out to bite someone if the shoes are dirty.

Sun Xiaoxiu'er slumped on the spot, hurriedly stood up, and hurriedly stepped aside.

He saw the door split to the left and right, and a housekeeper came out.

Instead of beating or scolding him, he bowed deeply to him, with a look of apology on his face.

He said with a smile: "My dear friend, our old man has invited you."

Sun Xiaoxiu'er was stunned when he asked the visitor.

He looked around and saw that there was no one else in front of the gate except him.

Maybe he recognized the wrong person?

Who is your old man?

Who is my grandson Xiaojiu'er?

Have we ever met in this life?

How did you become your family’s benefactor?

The housekeeper refused to say anything and dragged Sun Xiaoxi'er through the door.

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When I got inside, I saw something amazing.

This house is too big.

The buildings are continuous and you can see endlessly.

The main hall faces south and is spacious and bright.

There is a picture of "Hundred Cranes" hanging on the front door, with a banner below and left.

A porcelain vase with a bronze mirror on the right.

Rich people in the past used this arrangement, which was called "Peace in the east and tranquility in the west".

There is a rosewood Taishi chair on each side of the table.

On the left side sits an old man with white hair, silver beard, thin eyebrows, wearing a long robe and a mandarin jacket.

When he saw Sun Xiaoxi'er arriving, he hurriedly stood up to greet him and held Sun in his arms.

Little stinker His wrist said: "My dear friend, you are here.

Come to the room and talk."

Sun Xiaoxiu'er was confused.

He didn't know what the answer was, and he didn't dare to speak.

He entered the hall with half a push, and the guests and hosts took their seats.

A servant brought tea.

Sun Xiaoxiu'er was thirsty and hungry, so he didn't murmur at this moment.

He said to himself, "Anyway, you have recognized the wrong person.

I will take advantage of it first, and at worst, I won't let you go out."

He opened the tea cup and opened the lid of the bowl.

Look, tea The color is green and the aroma is fragrant.

The only thing is that the tea is cold.

Sun Xiaoxiu'er thought that people here like to drink herbal tea.

Without thinking about anything, he picked up the tea bowl and drank it in one gulp.

In order to feel full, he even connected the tea leaves.

Chewed them all.

The old man stopped talking.

He looked at Sun Xiaojiu'er up and down like a fortune teller, making him feel uncomfortable all over.

His heart was pounding and he didn't know where to put his hands and feet.

He thought to himself that this was the son-in-law of the prime minister.

Woolen cloth?

I don't have the appearance of Pan An, nor the appearance of Song Yu.

I don't want to look at myself, and I don't have horns on my head.

What am I doing?

The old man didn't know what he was thinking.

After looking at it for a long time, he nodded and ordered his men to take Sun Xiaoxi'er to bathe and change clothes.

At the same time, he ordered him to go down and prepare a banquet.

A servant helped Sun Xiaoxiu'er take a bath.

Water was put in the big wooden basin, and it was actually cold.

Sun Xiaoxiu'er thought it was too early, and he didn't have time to boil the water, so let's use cold water.

It was better than being exposed to the rain.

He bit his molar teeth and jumped in to wash it off.

The servant brought him another set of clothes and shoes.

They were brand new from top to bottom, made of the best materials, and embroidered with flowers and flowers.

He had to be very particular about it, so that it was neither too wide nor too narrow.

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The length is just right.

As the saying goes, "A man matches a horse with clothes and a saddle, and the scenery of the West Lake matches foreign movies."

Sun Xiaoxiu'er has never worn serious clothes since he was a child.

Now he is clean and neat.

When he takes a look in the mirror, guess what?

?

Still so shabby!

He is thin and small, not much bigger than a chicken.

His head is like a small bowl, his arms are like a scale pole, his fingers are like a cigarette, and his body is like a washboard.

He has a sharp mouth, monkey cheeks, and deer head and rat eyes.

He has been buried in graves for many years, and his face is blue.

The green patch has no color at all, and everything he wears looks like it was stolen.

After he had tidied up here, the banquet was also set up over there.

The person who had tea just now was in the living room.

Rich families have a dining room for meals.

When he came to this room, he saw that there were all kinds of wine and delicacies on the table.

Strangely enough, they were all The meat was served cold, not stir-fried, and the wine was not scalded.

There was another strange thing.

It was cloudy outside, but there were no candles on the lamp stands in the room, but they were illuminated by fluorescent beads.

I had never seen anything so ostentatious.

Sun Xiaoxiu'er doesn't care about the heat or cold.

He can celebrate the New Year with half a rotten bun, not to mention the wine and meat.

With this meal and drink, let alone letting people go out, he will die if he is shot and killed.

A damn devil.

Afraid of losing his words, he remained silent.

He sat down and ate like a tsunami, just like the Yangtze River water, like wind and clouds.

In an instant, he ate a whole banquet with clean dishes and messy cups.

Then he put down his chopsticks.

The servants waiting on the side were all dumbfounded.

This man was so thin.

Where could he put so much food?

Aren't you afraid of letting go?

Let's say that Sun Xiaoshou ate a lot and drank a lot of wine.

He completely forgot about it.

While burping, he said to the old man with drunken eyes: "Old man, now I understand why you called me My benefactor, because your family has too much wine and meat to eat, you have to ask me to eat for you.

Now I have eaten enough meat and drank enough wine.

I have helped you so much.

I don’t need to say thank you for your kindness.

Let’s say goodbye!”

After saying this, I staggered out of the door, but was kicked out by the old man.

He pulled Sun Xiaoxiu'er back and pressed him on the chair of the imperial master.

He straightened his clothes and bowed in his hands: "I hope my benefactor will rescue me!"

The old man calls himself Zhang, and everyone who respects him calls him "Mr.

Zhang".

His ancestors have been living here for generations.

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They all say that there are no three generations of wealth and no end of poverty.

However, their family is not like that.

They have money from their ancestors and have been successful in running the family for generations.

Tao and family business are prosperous, but they are not unkind for the sake of wealth.

They are the number one philanthropic family in the local area.

However, in life, no matter whether you are good or evil, high or low, there will always be people who hate you.

Their family does good deeds and never makes enemies, but it is not without enemies.

There was a big enemy who buried a "token" in his grave before his death. ", in an attempt to destroy their family's fortune.

I didn't care at first, thinking that it would be nothing to lose some money, but I didn't expect that this town object is very powerful.

The older it gets, the more evil it becomes.

Now that it is dilapidated, it will be destroyed sooner or later.

Therefore, I beg Sun Xiaoshou to steal it.

The treasures in the tomb were kept to protect their family, so it was said that Sun Xiaojiuer was a great benefactor.

This work will not be in vain.

Mr.

Zhang San has promised Sun Xiaojiuer in advance that when the work is completed, he will be rewarded with a lifetime's wealth.