The handsome young master was wearing a long silk gown with his legs crossed, and he was humming a tune. A woman beside him put the peeled fruit into his mouth.
Amidst the sound of silk and bamboo, two Beiyang soldiers with loaded guns stood at the door.
This person is Lu Xiaojia, known as one of the Four Young Masters of the Republic of China.
A young man walked in with a smile on his face. Lu Xiaojia glanced at it and asked, "What's new in Shanghai recently?"
The young man said: "It's true... Huang Huangrong fell in love with the adopted daughter of his protégé. He built a stage in Shanghai, invited many famous actors to play for the woman, and it is said that he even recorded a record. Hehe, this Huang Huangrong is five For a person who is more than ten years old, he wants the old tree to sprout new shoots."
Lu Xiaojia laughed and said: "At Huang Huangrong's age, do you still want to have a pear tree weighing down begonias? Tsk, tsk, that girl is beautiful?"
"Young Marshal, I actually took a look, and aside from other things, that figure, that look in his eyes, hey, it's absolutely seductive."
Lu Xiaojia thought about it and said, "Okay, since Huang Huangrong is so enthusiastic about her praise, then I, the young marshal, have to give her face. When we return to Shanghai, we will specifically praise her."
After chatting, Lu Xiaojia saw that the follower was hesitant to speak, so he knew that he had something to ask of him again, so he said, "What's the matter?"
The follower said: "Young Marshal, to be honest, I recently met an expert."
"Tall man? How tall?"
"Several floors high!" The attendant walked around from left to right and whispered: "This is a real expert. He took out a handful of copper coins from the boiling oil pan without blinking. "If you pierce your body with a sharpened knife, it will turn out to be a white spot at most."
"Oh, some charlatanism, don't tell me that you were fooled by this."
"I haven't finished speaking yet, young marshal... This man is really good at magic. I saw it with my own eyes. When he opened the altar, this master led the golden armored magic weapon to come down to earth. The golden armored magician killed him with one strike. The avatar attached to the child was killed to pieces."
"Golden Armor Divine Weapon?"
"If you don't believe it, Marshal, you can go and see it for yourself. I'm not the only one who has seen this. Now it's spread all over Qiantang City, saying that the expert just tried his skills yesterday, but he's really good at it." Beans become soldiers."
Lu Xiaojia is the second generation ancestor, and he is not a fool. He is good at eating, drinking and having fun, and he smokes a lot. He usually behaves a bit arrogantly, but it does not mean that he is ignorant.
"Ta Ma Dan, he really has the ability to spread the word and make an army. He became the president and drove the foreign devils out of China in a blink of an eye. Does Ta Ma Dan still need my father's busy work?"
The follower laughed and said: "It may be an exaggeration to spread rumors, but the golden armored magic weapon cannot be faked. I saw it with my own eyes."
Lu Xiaojia raised his eyes and glanced at the follower, and said: "Okay, let's meet. It's quite boring to stay here in Qiantang. Tsk, they say there is heaven above and Suzhou and Hangzhou below, and this Qiantang is just that. I think It might as well be in Shanghai. Where are they? Call them in and let me take a look."
The follower said, "Young Marshal, I am a master. Even masters have tempers. Logically speaking, no matter how high your status is, you have to learn from Uncle Liu and pay three visits to the thatched cottage, right?"
Lu Xiaojia clicked her lips and pointed at the follower: "What you said makes sense. Come on, let's go over and see if that person is a liar or an expert."
Lu Xiaojia left as she pleased and followed the guidance of her attendants. Surrounded by twenty or so Beiyang soldiers, they came out of the brothel and headed straight to the north of the city.
The weather is not good today, it is raining again.
The rain was so frightening that it felt unworthy to hold an umbrella. If I didn't hold an umbrella, my clothes would get wet in the blink of an eye. Lu Xiaojia started cursing halfway there and regretted not bringing her car over.
Arriving at the place in a blink of an eye, the follower ran into the temple first. After saying hello, he immediately led Lu Xiaojia into the Zen room at the back. Yes, this master was staying at Faxi Temple.
A group of Beiyang soldiers surrounded the courtyard. Lu Xiaojia was holding a folding fan in his hand and beating it. Wearing sunglasses on his face, he tilted his head and looked at the open Zen room.
The follower ran over diligently and said: "Young Marshal, the master is waiting for you in the meditation room. Look..."
"You mean you want me to go in alone?" Lu Xiaojia sneered: "Where's the problem? I don't believe in this evil. Come on, follow me in and see who he is!"
After that, he waved and led a few soldiers into the Zen room.
The light changed, Lu Xiaojiami adjusted her eyes, and then she saw a person sitting on the futon on the ground. This person was very strange. He was obviously shaved, but he was wearing a Taoist robe, with three long beards on his chin, and his face looked like an immortal.
Is this a tall man? He has one nose and two eyes, but I can’t tell how tall he is.
At this moment, the expert who had been knocking on the wooden fish with his eyes closed stopped what he was doing, opened his eyes and glanced at Lu Xiaojia, raised his hand a little and said, "Donor, you are in great danger, why don't you wake up quickly!"
"Fool me when you open your mouth...I..." Lu Xiaojia couldn't continue in the middle of his sarcastic words. A picture suddenly flashed before his eyes. Cannons roared on the battlefield, bullets flew, his father was shot to death, and the 10th Division was defeated. In the blink of an eye, he changed from a noble son to a street rat, and everyone wanted to beat him up.
He originally had a lot of wealth, but it all disappeared within two years. After that, he became hungry, cold and destitute, and became a beggar that everyone despised on the street.
With a snap of his fingers, the expert retracted his hand, and the sluggish Lu Xiaojia also came to his senses. Looking at the Zen room that seemed familiar yet unfamiliar, he did not dare to be careless now.
"Gao... Gaoren, just now... just now..."
The master said: "Whatever you think in your heart is what you see."
After a pause, the expert continued: "Today we have spent too much mana, so it is not appropriate to talk. I am going to meditate and adjust my breath. Your Majesty, please come back another day."
Lu Xiaojia was holding back her words, but she didn't dare to offend the master in front of her, so she had to retreat.
When the others withdrew, the expert let out a long sigh of relief, thinking that he had finally passed this level. If Fei Jingting were here, he must be very familiar with this expert's techniques. He could lull people into dreams with just a few clicks. Isn’t it Huang Liang Shu?
It's just that the Huang Liang Technique practiced by this expert is extremely crude. It can only cause fear to appear in the eyes of the target, but it can't do anything else.
At this time, Fei Jingting also rode his chariot to the edge of Qiantang.
After letting Ma Dakun go into the city to inquire, Fei Jingting collected the motorcycle and stopped where he was to chat with Fu Yunzhao about everything.
He pointed to the Leifeng Pagoda by the West Lake and said, "Look, Leifeng Pagoda."
Fu Yunzhao said in confusion: "It's just a tower, what's there to see?"
"Tsk, have you never heard of the legend of the White Snake? This tower is the Leifeng Pagoda that holds the White Snake. Go back and ask if there is a monk named Fahai in Jinshan Temple." After a pause, Fei Jingting wrote. After reading Mr. Shuren's article, he sighed: "Read it twice more, otherwise it will be gone."
The article recorded that Leifeng Pagoda would collapse in five years, and Fei Jingting felt that he would be able to catch up to the next time.
Fu Yunzhao didn't ask why. Fei Jingting always said some incomprehensible things, and she had long been used to it.
After waiting for more than an hour, Ma Dakun left and returned.
He came back and explained the situation of the city's converts. After saying that, he looked at Fu Yunzhao and said: "You two... I have asked everything I can. Is this poison... cured for me?"
"
Fu Yunzhao didn't talk nonsense. He threw a dark pill in his hand and said, "Just swallow it."
Ma Dakun quickly swallowed the pills, thanked the two of them again and again, turned around and ran away.
Looking at Ma Dakun's neat figure, Fei Jingting said: "Can your poison be cured with pills?"
"The ones that can cure are the lowest-grade poisons. I was just confused about him... Don't look at me. I can't say I didn't poison him, right?"
Fei Jingting smiled and rubbed the little girl's head.
"Brother Jingting, you rub my head again!"
"Oh, I can't help it. Come on, let's go to the city to meet the altar owner."
After taking out his bicycle, Fei Jingting took the little girl into the city. Qiantang has been prosperous since ancient times, but since the opening of Shanghai as a port, Qiantang has declined.
Not far away, Shanghai has already entered a new era, and Qiantang is still ancient. If pedestrians hadn't dragged their pigtails, they would have been mistaken for the former Qing Dynasty.
In fact, this is not only the case in Qiantang, but also in Suzhou.
After entering the city, the two went straight to Faxi Temple.
When they arrived at the place, they casually threw a big ocean to Zhike Monk, and the two of them entered the Zen room at the back without any hindrance.
Fei Jingting and Fu Yunzhao walked around for a while and then stared at an open Zen room. The man inside was dressed really strangely, with a bald head and a monk's robe. He looked nondescript and it was hard not to notice.
Fei Jingting and Fu Yunzhao looked at each other, and they went straight into the meditation room.
The expert stopped the wooden fish, turned around, glanced at the two of them, and said, "There are no guests today. Please come back another day."
"The visitor may not be a guest, he may also be seeking revenge," Fei Jingting said.
Fu Yunzhao stared at the bald head and said: "Lao He... or a Taoist priest? Forget it, I just want to tell you that your cat-loving apprentice was killed by us."
The bald man knocked the wooden fish's hand for a moment, his eyes wandering between Fei Jingting and Fu Yunzhao.
"Did the scoundrel offend you two?"
"We are strangers to each other, so there is no reason to offend him," Fei Jingting said.
"Do those two have a grudge against our religion?"
Fu Yunzhao said: "I just heard yesterday about converting to the same religion. Where did the hatred come from?"
"Why are you two forcing me so hard?"
Fei Jingting said with a smile: "I worshiped a Taoist master, so I got the instructions... evil heretics, everyone will find them and kill them!"
After the words fell, the bald man saw something was wrong and immediately raised his hand.
Bang!
A cloud of smoke exploded, filling the Zen room with dust in an instant. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Baldhead got up, broke the window, and ran away.
"Brother Jingting, this is just ordinary lime powder, it's not poisonous. Chase me quickly, don't let the bald donkey get away!"
"Don't talk nonsense, go to other monks' temples and talk about bald donkey, or the monks will beat you up."
While the two were talking, they left the meditation room and saw the bald man shouting loudly: "Where are the Taoist soldiers? A thief is knocking on the door, show up quickly and suppress him!"