Chapter 3 Its hard to tell the truth from the false (reset version)
After one autumn rain and one cold, the ancient town of Xiamei, which has been baptized by the autumn rain all night, has already become a bit cold. The leaves are falling and the dead branches are about to fall. The rain that has not yet dripped down falls from time to time along the gaps between the branches and leaves, forming a pool.
Light overlapping water splashes.
Jiang Wen shivered and hid in the gatehouse of a shed, using the sparse eaves to protect himself from the rain.
He had been living like this all night. His single clothes could not withstand the cold wind coming from all directions. To be honest, the remaining wine would only speed up the dissipation of the temperature. He was almost frozen on the street. Fortunately, he waited until the rising sun came.
Hours and minutes.
There was a strange noise, and the broken door of the ugly shack slowly opened, and a strange man in quail clothes walked out. He was dirty and smelly, and his sloppy hair was hanging on his shoulders, so that his age made him feel uncomfortable.
People cannot judge clearly.
"Jiang Wen, if I'm not an old monk, I'm talking about you. You don't even have a place to live on your own, and you live under the shelter of others. Why are you so generous and helping people when you see them? There are so many people suffering in the world, can you help them?"
This person lectured Jiang Wen in a bad tone, and Jiang Wen, not to be outdone, retorted: "Old beggar, can you be more polite? I just hate that your shack is dirty and I didn't go in. Are you so small-minded? What if Jiang one day
Once you have mastered the peerless internal skills, you will no longer be affected by the cold or heat. There is nothing to be afraid of in this low temperature."
The old beggar calls himself a monk, but Jiang Wen has always regarded him as a crazy beggar with some skills.
After all, he usually eats meat and vegetables. He has no vow scars on his head, and he can't take out any certificates from his body. He can't even tell where he has been. Otherwise, the world's monks and Taoists are all from the same family, and even Jiang Wen wouldn't have one.
The Taoist temple took him in, but the old beggar could only live on the streets and build a shack as a beggar.
As soon as Jiang Wen talked about internal strength, the old beggar's attitude was the same as that of Master Luo from the martial arts school. He was so angry that he didn't even show interest in teaching him a lesson. He just yawned hugely at the sky:
"People say that the old monk is crazy. I think you are even crazier than me. You are clamoring about practicing some internal skills every day, and sooner or later you will be practicing in a coffin. If you had been with me earlier, you wouldn't be living on the street.
I can’t shame it.”
Jiang Wen's breath was suffocated after hearing this. He couldn't understand why the old beggar in front of him was so determined to persuade him to learn to beg for food, and he was also keen to share his little tips for survival. No matter how good he was, he was not just a beggar.
A beggar.
But who knew that the old beggar seemed to have read Jiang Wen's thoughts and patted him on the shoulder with sincere words.
"You treat the old monk as a beggar, right? Young man, you still don't understand. Do you think that the old monk can survive today just by begging for food?"
Jiang Wen couldn't help but said, "What if? Can I still learn to cook from you?"
The old beggar sniffed, and quickly grabbed Jiang Wen's arm and pulled him out: "The old monk is going to open your eyes today. I will tell you that the old monk is more than capable - here I will bring you
You go and have a meal of delicacies from the mountains and seas."
Jiang Wen originally thought about breaking free from the restraint, but after thinking about it carefully, he was fine anyway. If the old monk really asked for some leftovers from the kitchen of Hongbin Building, then he wouldn't mind finding something to eat.
abdomen.
Walking around the world is not shabby.
The two of them walked towards the bustling area of Xiamei Ancient Town. You must know that Xiamei Town is an important tea town at the foot of Wuyi Mountain. It is full of tea houses, ticket offices, transport teams and warehouses. Tea goods are inspected, weighed and packaged every day.
, shipments are running in an orderly manner. At first, the four brothers of the Zou family in the town received millions of dollars in business and became the richest men in Xiamei. Later, they started a large-scale construction project and built more than 70 mansions, which made them famous for a while. After that, the surnames Lu and Ma
, Chen and others also built houses in Xiamei, making the place more prosperous.
The old beggar took Jiang Wen to the area around the tea house and cloth house, and told Jiang Wen not to talk nonsense later. He could find his own way to get a meal and find a place to hang out in the cold winter.
He immediately came to the door of a newly opened silk and satin shop and started to call the door loudly, causing a few sleepy boys to wake up. They rolled up their sleeves and tried to drive them away.
It is recorded in the local records of Jianning Prefecture that "the outstanding people in Jianning Mansion are good at writing, and the powerful people are also fierce in strength." This probably means that a scholar once came here and tremblingly said that all the people here are rich in cultural relics and speak superbly.
It sounds great. I like it here very much. After all, it is surrounded by mountains and rivers, with many people and few fields. Farmers even have to cultivate Cuiwei to make a living. As a farmer who reads poetry and books, it is reasonable to be able to hold a knife, right?
According to a former county magistrate who refused to be named, the people here have always liked to "carry swords and arrows, fight, avoid service and pay, and compete for personal gain with short-term interests." Chen Haonan from Causeway Bay only visited here.
He can be considered a quite gregarious and energetic young man.
The old beggar didn't move away when he was about to be beaten. Jiang Wen thought he was going to teach a few young men a lesson, but he didn't expect that he didn't follow common sense and suddenly shouted to the door in a rough voice: "Shopkeeper Fang
, the old monk has a way to cure your young master’s strange disease. If you don’t come out after counting three times, I will leave!”
The rough voice spread half way across the street, and Jiang Wen stood there, not knowing what to do. He suddenly remembered that there were rumors in the town that there was a new wealthy businessman from a silk and satin shop. He only had one son with a huge fortune, but no one had ever seen him.
I heard that he was suffering from a strange disease and didn't want to see anyone - could it be that this old beggar was planning to switch from begging to cheating?
Footsteps sounded inside the door of the silk and satin shop, and a fat and well-off businessman walked out quickly, but the face of the nearly sixty-year-old man was full of tangles, as if he was standing in the table during a cross talk, and someone threw a paper towel when he went to the toilet.
It's like it was taken away.
"Two... two experts, I came here early in the morning and I don't know what you can give me?"
The fat shopkeeper thought about his words for a moment before speaking, "I have seen many famous doctors but nothing can cure my child's disease. I have prayed to God and worshiped Buddha everywhere to no avail. If I can really be cured, I will be extremely grateful!"
The businessman's words were impeccable. He posed the problem to the two of them first, and only talked about favors and not about remuneration. It was obvious that he was a master who didn't give in to the rabbit before he saw the rabbit, and he couldn't be deceived by just a few words.
The old beggar was not disappointed in his momentum. He patted his chest and said, "Shopkeeper, please come here and see if what I say, old monk, is accurate. If not, I won't take any money from you!"
Shopkeeper Fang was frightened by this momentum, so he simply covered his nose and moved forward, letting the old beggar whisper in his ear.
But who would have expected that within a short time, shopkeeper Fang’s expression would change, and his eyes would become brighter and brighter. Before the old beggar could finish his words, he hurriedly covered his mouth and shouted: “Don’t say it, don’t say it.
, I believe it, I’m convinced.”
In this way, the old beggar and Jiang Wen were inexplicably invited to the silk and satin shop. Soon, various dishes, fresh fruits, and hot and cold delicacies were placed on the Eight Immortals' table, turning breakfast into a feast.
"Two masters, please eat quickly. I will send Quan Zi to come and say hello."
Shopkeeper Fang diligently persuaded the two of them to have a meal, but the old beggar put on his airs at this time and ate some fragrant leg meat selectively. He seemed particularly unhurried and said to shopkeeper Fang: "Shopkeeper Fang
, don’t be anxious. Now that you have met me, the old monk, about this matter, I will find a way for you even if it is difficult, but whether this method can come in handy, you still have to ask the hero Jiang next to you."
The old beggar pointed his hand and instantly turned his attention to Jiang Wen. Jiang Wen also instantly understood what he meant - his job was coming.
"Hey, Shopkeeper Fang, don't look at Jiang's young age. In the past twenty-seven years, he has dabbled in hundreds of martial arts and integrated all kinds of martial arts into one body. Looking at the world, he has no rivals and only lives in seclusion in the mountains. If Jiang is to be
If I ever wade into this muddy water again, I will feel all kinds of regrets and reluctance in my heart..."
Jiang Wen was talking in a tone of voice, when suddenly he saw the door curtain of the side room opened, and the housekeeper brought out a five or six-year-old child. He didn't appear to be suffering from any physical illness, but his expression was somewhat dull.
"This is the young master of your house? His limbs are short and his bones are surprising, but he is a material for martial arts training. I wonder if you are interested in becoming my disciple?"
When Jiang heard that he had said enough excuses, he immediately hit the snake and followed the stick to find a meal ticket for himself. Unexpectedly, shopkeeper Fang sighed and said helplessly: "Master Jiang, please stop teasing me. This child is now ten years old and has zero income."
, but he’s not half as big as others. Unfortunately, he doesn’t even dare to have a name now, for fear that his life will be taken away by God.”
Jiang Wen spurted out the tea he just drank in his mouth. He turned around and saw the old beggar gnawing on the goose leg with his usual expression. He quickly wiped away the water stains running down his mouth; "Ahem, I'm in a hurry, I'm in a hurry."
…”
The old beggar read Jiang Wen's joke in a disgraceful way, and then said to the shopkeeper: "It's just as the old monk expected. This child has irregular Qi and is born with defects. Therefore, he was born weak and has a long-term malnutrition. Only by
If you learn internal martial arts and channel your qi and blood, you can make up for one or two in the future. If you don’t practice martial arts, you may not be able to save your life when you grow up..."
Shopkeeper Fang hurriedly held the old beggar's hand without being too dirty: "Master, you must save the child. He is a single child passed down from three generations! When the child was young, he lived with his mother in his hometown in the countryside. He had a high fever and it didn't last long. But he can't just
It’s broken like this…”
The old beggar patted his sleeves and said: "Hey, the old monk has always been compassionate, so naturally he can't see such a tragic thing happening. If the shopkeeper is willing to take out three to five hundred taels of silver, the old monk will have to make an exception and teach him Shaolin's unique skill Yi Jin Jing, wash
With the marrow power and the help of this great hero Jiang, we will be able to turn things around within a year."
When he heard that he had to pay for money, shopkeeper Fang immediately looked a little unhappy, and said to the two of them: "Master, please calm down. It's not that I don't believe you two, but it's just that it's a bit tight to take out the money right away. I'll let the housekeeper go first."
I can borrow it from next door, can you two sit down for a while?"
At this time, Jiang Wen also realized that something was wrong with the child in front of him.
Young Master Fangjia has an ordinary appearance, with short limbs and surprisingly short bones. Judging from his height, he looks to be at least five or six years old. He is neither fat nor thin. Fortunately, he does not have a big head, otherwise Jiang Wen would directly classify him as dwarfism.
. But he has been expressionless since he appeared, only staring at the gurgling hot water pot on the side. He didn't even look at the two people in front of him. It was obvious that he was not very healthy mentally.
The old beggar pretended to be unhappy and said: "If Shopkeeper Fang doesn't believe it, forget it. You must know that it is dangerous for you to have children at an old age. You only married a young second wife when you were nearly fifty years old. One is old and withered, and the other is not in good health."
Only children born with such congenital defects will be born."
Shopkeeper Fang said hesitantly: "Hey, can this martial arts practice really be effective?"
The old beggar suddenly said: "Would I still lie to you? The Jiang Daxia in front of you last night visited the deserted house where the Zhao family was massacred. None of the lonely ghosts could get close to him, relying on his body.
Martial arts skills. Did you know that he also told the old monk that there was something fishy about the death of the Zhao family?"
Jiang Wen nodded quickly and enigmatically.
It is human nature to gossip. Shopkeeper Fang asked hurriedly: "Oh? How do you say this?"
While Jiang Wen was eating his food, he raised the chicken leg and tried to tease the silly boy next to him. At this time, he was also distracted and listening to the narrative.
"Jiang Daxia found that the Zhao family's bed had mud holes and traces of struggle. The government also said that their skulls were eaten by maggots. This was clearly not murder, but an evil disease. The needle-mouthed worms recorded in my Buddhist "Rise of the World Sutra",
'In the small hell of excrement and mud, there are iron worms called needle mouths. They live in that hell and burrow into the bodies of all sentient beings. They are ordered to pierce them. First they pierce the skin, then they pierce the skin, and then they pierce the flesh.
.Drill through the flesh. First drill through the tendons. Then drill through the tendons. Then break the bones. Drill through the bones and live in the marrow. 'Isn't it exactly the same?!"
"Also, this hero Jiang usually lives in seclusion on the Manting Peak. Where is the Manting Peak? I don't need the old monk to explain..."
The old beggar was sitting with his back to the door. He was talking with great energy. His words made shopkeeper Fang shudder. Suddenly, he heard a loud shout from behind.
"Hey! How can a thief dare to cheat in daylight?"
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! It turns out that the housekeeper of the Fang Mansion who had just left the house suddenly came to the door with the tiger and wolf officials for some reason. Fortunately, Jiang Wen Sisi noticed the clues in advance and had already hid in the back hall. At this time
Only the old beggar was left talking nonsense.
The sound of shackles sounded quickly. Shopkeeper Fang looked at the housekeeper confused. The old housekeeper quickly explained: "Master, I met two servants at the gate of Lu's house. After listening to what the old slave said, I insisted that they were cheating.
Guy Qi rushed over..."
The old beggar's hands were cuffed, and when he looked back, he saw a wolf-like official. He quickly struggled to argue: "You two adults misunderstood, the old monk just came to eat and drink, but he didn't get any money! Since ancient times,
Catching thieves and seizing stolen goods, how can we call it cheating?"
The yellow-faced official rolled his eyes and said sternly: "Shut up! You just talked here to confuse the people and question the government. We all heard it, what else is there to say!"
At this point, the old beggar suddenly stood up with relief and said, "Okay, the old monk has eaten enough. Now it is freezing and there is no place to go. He will live in a prison for three to five months and wait until spring comes out."
Not bad."
Then he stood up and searched around happily, "Jiang Wen, weren't you kicked out by the old Taoist priest? Come with me, it's better than you living in no fixed place...Jiang Wen? Hey, where are you running?
went?"
The old beggar, whose search was fruitless, was yelling and being forcibly taken away by the officers. He was treated as if he was talking crazy words. Only Jiang Wen, who was hiding in the back hall, broke out in a cold sweat.
Good guy, is this your escape route?!
It’s just such a little survival tip. Who wouldn’t know it after serving a sentence in prison?!
"Ahem, kid, let's discuss it. How about you take me out through the back door and I give you this chicken leg?"
Jiang Wen, who was still in shock, turned to look at the stupid young master of the Fang family, showing an amiable expression.