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Chapter 64 Driver’s Story

"Brother, can you give me a cigarette? I'm a little cold." Little Red Hair asked me for a cigarette.

I threw one to him, and he immediately lit it and started smoking.

I curiously asked, "Sleeping Arhat Fist? Brother, are you talking about the one in the movie?"

"What do you mean, I don't know, I never watch movies."

I explained, "Su Qier, the champion of martial arts, is an old movie. In the movie, Su Qier was taught the skills by an old beggar, and then he became the Sleeping Arhat Boxer."

Little Red Hair interrupted and said, "Uncle Drunkard, I've also seen that movie. It seems that Ouyang Feng went crazy in the end when he practiced kung fu."

"Damn it, you're talking about it. I'm talking about Su Qier, and you're talking about Mao Ouyang Feng."

The little red-haired man smiled while holding a cigarette. Linquan Drunkard shook his head and said, "The boxing I am talking about has nothing to do with any movie, and it has nothing to do with beggars. The kung fu that exists in reality has something to do with the Shaolin Temple."

Snowflakes were falling in the night sky. He raised his head and said, "It is said that thousands of years ago, Patriarch Bodhidharma went barefoot into the Central Plains. On the way, he accepted three disciples and taught him martial arts. One of these three monks was the inventor of Drunken Boxing."

Most of these unofficial legends cannot be verified and are half true and half false. However, Bodhidharma is true. I asked, "The disciples that Patriarch Bodhidharma accepted must also be monks. Monks have the Ten Precepts and cannot drink alcohol."

He said, "Monks' abstinence from alcohol only started after Emperor Wu of the Southern Dynasty specifically issued a decree. Before that, many monks were also addicted to alcohol."

"I see, then do you dream of Arhat Boxing in your sleep?" I asked.

"I don't know how. I may never be able to understand that profound state in my life."

He also told me some knowledge about Drunken Boxing, and I was shocked after hearing it. He said that once a person drinks too much, his eyes will look at everyone around him as if they are moving in slow motion. According to others,

The same is true, people with this kind of physique are suitable for practicing Drunken Boxing and have talent.

Such people need to be trained in the Dharma to enhance the brain's control over the muscles of the limbs while drunk, and at the same time maintain that kind of sensitive awareness of the outside world.

Why do I say that this kind of punch is powerful? Think about it, the enemy's fast punching speed is like a slow motion in the eyes of a drunk person. In this way, he can do it with ease and know every move, so he is powerful.

I frowned and thought, "Just talk about ordinary people in a drunken state."

Drunken Master, can you beat people like Xie Qirong and Wu Shi Wuchang today?"

It's hard to say, but it doesn't seem like there's no chance.

I have seen with my own eyes that Drunken Boxer can fight. As for the ultimate version of Drunken Boxer that he said is Sleeping Arhat Fist, unless I see it with my own eyes one day, I don’t believe that this kind of Kung Fu really exists in the world.

After resting for a while, the snow stopped, and we finally waited for a taxi. By coincidence, this person was the driver who had just sent us here.

"Master, I'm troubling you again."

The driver smiled and said, "It's hard to take a taxi in this area at night. If there is something wrong, I wouldn't leave here. You guys can squeeze in. Where are you going?"

I was sitting in the passenger seat, and they were all crowded in the back seat. I said we should go to the Qiaoxi Hotel, because I had a secret monthly room there and they had no place to live, so it was a good place to rest.

Since we were not in a hurry this time and the speed was not fast, the driver drove the car very steadily without any bumps. I was in a hurry and didn't pay attention when I came here. I saw that there was a bright red old cinnabar copper coin hanging on his car.

"You are good at copper coins, master. The Zhou Yuan Tongbao from the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms is rare because it is made of thousand-year-old cinnabar."

"Haha, buddy, you still know this. I asked a friend to buy this in an antique store. It cost me several hundred yuan."

I nodded and said it was okay, not expensive.

Zhou Yuan Tongbao was a copper coin made by melting down tens of thousands of Buddha statues in the temple. It itself has the effect of warding off evil spirits. With the red cinnabar left by the ancients, the warding effect is even higher. In fact, this kind of old cinnabar is now used by Zhou Yuan

It’s not that common. I think its effect is even better than the money spent by mountain ghosts in the Qing Dynasty. The prerequisite is to get real money and real old cinnabar. This kind of red cinnabar was used as festive money for marrying wives in the past. Many of them are also used for weddings.

Consecrated.

"Master, your driving skills are very good."

He smiled and said, "Haha, it's normal. When I was young, I drove a boat, but later I switched to driving a taxi. This is what I'll be able to eat for the rest of my life."

"Isn't driving a boat more profitable than driving a taxi? Why did you change your career?"

He said, "It's better than driving a taxi to make more money, but I don't want to do that in my life."

It’s time to start sailing, especially on this lake.”

"Why?"

"No reason, anyway, I will leave you a phone number later. If you want to use the car in the future, just call me directly."

I didn't sleep all night. When the taxi drove near the South Pier, I yawned and turned my head to look outside.

Suddenly, I saw an old man with gray hair, dressed in white, burning paper by the lake.

I thought I was too sleepy and was dazzled by the sight, so I took another closer look.

That's right, it was an old man dressed in white and wearing mourning, burning paper money. The old man even turned to look at me.

The driver also saw it and said, "Don't look at it. I know that old man. His name is Lao Yan. He is over eighty years old. He burns paper by the lake every year during this month. He burns it all night long."

"He burned it for his family?"

"It was burned for his son. It seems that his son's birthday falls within these two days."

"Oh? His son drowned in the lake?" I asked.

The driver suddenly fell silent and focused on the road ahead. After a minute or two, he drove with one hand and lit a cigarette and said, "You are not from our local area, so you don't know. His son died in 1994. He died there."

A total of 32 people died on the cruise ship at that time, and his son was one of them."

"More than thirty people died? Why such a big accident! Did the ship sink?" I asked in surprise.

"No, I also participated in rescuing people at that time. I was only 26 or 27 years old at that time." The driver frowned and recalled, "I still remember that I was eating that day, and the transportation management sent someone to send a message asking us to rescue people.

The cruise ship is missing."

"When we arrived in the Nanhu District, it suddenly became foggy. The fog was too heavy and the visibility was only a few meters, so we turned on the searchlights in broad daylight. From day to night, we finally found the cruise ship."

"Not a shipwreck? What happens next?"

The driver flicked the ashes of his cigarette and frowned and said, "Then we reported to the transportation management, and the captain led us onto the cruise ship, but we didn't see anyone. It was like those people disappeared out of thin air. It took us a day to find them. Thirty

Many people died in the bottom of the tank containing diesel. Many people's heads were burned and carbonized, but their bodies were intact."<

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After the driver finished speaking, he took a puff of cigarette and said, "What, you don't believe it? Do you think I'm telling a story?"

I said I didn’t believe you, I just couldn’t figure it out and was curious.

He said, "The news reported that more than thirty people were killed by robbers. If you want to know more, you can look up the news from that year. The name of the cruise ship is Hai Rui."

I nodded.

He suddenly added, "Actually, there is another version of this matter in our local area, which is completely different from what was reported in the news. Do you want to hear it?"

"Listen, tell me."

He said, "Another theory is that there were three men on the boat using nets to catch fish, and they accidentally fished out a silver bottle from the lake with a dragon head, a fish body, and an open mouth."

"What?" I said I didn't understand.

The driver said that he just fished out a silver bottle, a dragon head, a fish body, and the dragon's mouth wide open.

"That must be an antique." I said.

The driver nodded, "Yes, for many people it is an antique."

After hearing his description of the dragon head and fish body, I immediately thought of something called "Chi Kiss".

This is the ninth child of the dragon. In the past, the shape of this thing appeared on the roofs of some temples and palaces, but it does not exist in reality. It is not surprising that such cultural relics appear in the water of Qiandao Lake, because there used to be many temples in the ancient city of Chun'an.

If what the driver said is true, then this silver bottle is very valuable. At least I have never seen a chisel-shaped living container. I have only seen some similar architectural fragments.

The driver looked calm and said, "After catching the bottle, the three men hid the bottle out of fear that other people on the boat would find it. What they didn't know at the time was that the bottle was not something that could be used by humans at all. It was water."

My dear, the death of the boatman is related to the revenge of the water ghosts of Qiandao Lake. They were burned alive by will-o'-the-wisps."

"Why, you don't believe it, do you?"

I didn't say anything, just smiled.

He sighed and said, "There were four people who went on the boat to rescue people with me. One died in a car accident a few years ago, another died of illness, and another went to Lingyin Temple in Hangzhou to become a monk. At the beginning of the year, I went

Lingyin Temple visited him."


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