"Master, the child is scared out of his wits, so he won't go to private school today. I'll ask Aunt Hua from Houzaimen Street to come over and have a look, and call him out."
Chen Baoxiang nodded, and then said word by word: "Tell the children, from now on, anyone who dares to threaten my family, Chen Baoxiang, will die——"
What happened last night, if it was a hot-blooded man, he would probably stab Wu Yixiao three times in the courtyard, leaving his family members to guard him, so as to avenge his anger.
Chen Baoxiang would never do that. The ancients said that there is a difference between the anger of a common man, the anger of an emperor, and the anger of a scholar.
The commoner is so angry that he takes off his hat and robs the earth with his head.
The emperor's wrath destroyed the country in just one thought. Rivers of blood flowed and corpses littered the land.
The soldiers were so angry that they lay down their corpses, bleeding for five steps, and the whole world was pure.
He is not a common man and cannot be emperor.
In this troubled world, he wants to become a true "scholar".
Understand the righteousness of the country, understand the changes in heaven's destiny, assess the situation, advance and retreat freely, and will never be isolated from the world.
All day long, no news came.
Good or bad, no news.
Several times, Chen Baoxiang wanted to go to Yuqian Cheongsam Shop on Furong Street to ask if there was any news about Da Tsing Yi.
However, he also felt that the members of the Sharpshooter Club were everywhere, and if he boldly broke into the cheongsam shop, he might cause trouble to Lian Chengbi.
After lunch, Aunt Hua, the goddess of Houzaimen Street, came over, burned a few pieces of yellow paper in the yard, walked around the store a few times, and told Liu Yue'e: "The evil man wielded a knife and a gun, and the girl's soul was so frightened that she ran out of the yard.
, Guan Erye patrolled Jinan City at night, and took him together to the Guandi Temple on Furong Street. Let Boss Chen go and pay homage, say a few nice words, and ask Master Zhou Cang to release him, that's all."
Liu Yue'e prepared a plate of snacks, a plate of bacon, and a plate of candies, and told Chen Baoxiang to go to Guandi Temple as soon as possible.
Xiu'er was lying in the room, her forehead was hot, she was tossing and turning, and she couldn't rest for a while.
Chen Baoxiang carried the basket and hurried to the Guandi Temple on Furong Street. He laid out the offerings in front of the statue of Lord Guan and knelt down to kowtow.
"Master Guan, sir. Chen Baoxiang, a humble citizen, and Xiu'er, my daughter, would like to pay homage to Master Guan, as well as Zhou Cang and Guan Ping. Xiu'er was frightened last night and lost her soul. I ask you to be kind and let her go. I will definitely
Burn incense in the morning and evening, thank you sir."
After kowtowing and praying, Chen Baoxiang came out and stood in front of the lotus tank.
These two lotus vats with a diameter of four feet and a height of more than three feet were originally used to collect "rootless water" in Guandi Temple.
It is rain in summer and snow in winter.
When people in Jinan City have trouble at home, they come here to fetch water and drink it.
For those who are more seriously ill, drink rootless water, ask the old Taoist priest in the temple to write a talisman, burn it, and swallow the water and talisman ashes together to ensure that the patient is completely cured without leaving any further trouble.
Chen Baoxiang stood by the tank and bent down to draw water.
A young man wearing a gray suit and a green top hat strode in and bowed deeply to the statue of Mr. Guan.
"I just entered Jinan City and paid a visit to Mr. Zhongyi Qianqiu Guan. I asked Mr. Guan to discern everything clearly and judge right from wrong so that the turbid weather in Jinan can be clear and clear."
Although the young man's voice was soft, it was full of energy, and every word reached Chen Baoxiang's ears.
Chen Baoxiang was surprised, wondering which kind of hero this was?
"Friend, I would like to ask you, how to get to Pearl Spring?"
There were only two people in the temple, and the young man came over and asked Chen Baoxiang for advice.
"Go all the way east, go south to Xigendao Street, and enter through the main entrance of the compound."
"Thank you."
The young man did not leave, but walked to the base of the south wall to look at the murals on the wall.
The murals in Guandi Temple depict the life of Guan Yunchang. The most exciting thing is that he passed five levels and killed six generals.
The storyteller under the overpass likes to tell this part the most.
"Okay, okay, Mr. Guan is indeed an unparalleled hero. He destroyed good looks, punished ugly men, passed five levels, and killed six generals... Such a great hero, but it's a pity that Maicheng was killed. Is there any justice in this world?"
When the young people saw the wonderful things, they clapped their hands and sighed in admiration.
Outside, the temple door rang and another person came in.
"Xiao Qi, what are you doing hanging around here?"
The young man turned around and responded with a smile: "I'm watching the story of Master Guan Er, who passed five levels and killed six generals. It's very passionate and interesting."
The person who came in was also a young man, but he was wearing ordinary servant clothes.
"Okay, uncle, I'm already impatient. Let me hurry you up. You said you'd pay a visit to Mr. Guan, kowtow and then leave. Why are you taking so long again? You've delayed the uncle's affairs. Just wait to be beaten!"
The two young men laughed all the way out.
When they passed the threshold, they jumped up at the same time, and quietly showed off their superb Qinggong skills.
Chen Baoxiang watched with cold eyes, even more surprised.
The two young men were only sixteen or seventeen years old, but their skills were so impressive. The "uncle" they called him was probably even more impressive. He must be some master in the world.
"No matter how big Jinan City is, can it accommodate so many gods descending to earth at the same time?"
Chen Baoxiang looked at the sky. The clouds were thick and gloomy, and the north wind was howling. It seemed that a heavy snowstorm was coming soon.
Just as he was about to leave, Lian Chengbi came in with a basket, quietly walked to the statue of Master Guan, lowered his head and placed the offerings.
Chen Baoxiang walked over and Lian Chengbi whispered: "Da Qingyi went to Dafeng Mountain. Everything is fine. Don't worry about it. If anything happens, I will contact you. Don't come to the cheongsam shop."
"well."
Chen Baoxiang breathed a sigh of relief. As long as Gu Lanchun was well, he would be relieved.
"There are many things that have nothing to do with you. Don't take the initiative. You can't bear it. Especially when you see someone injured, you shouldn't take action. If you are targeted by the devil, your whole family will not be enough for a wolfdog to have dinner. Boss Chen, you should say this
I’ve said it all——”
With a crash, the temple door opened, and a middle-aged man wearing a blue gown and holding a blue hat in his hand came in.
The two young men just now followed behind, both of them silent.
A gust of north wind blows, and the middle-aged man's scarf flutters, his demeanor is very free and easy.
Chen Baoxiang looked at the sky and saw fine flakes of snow suddenly falling.
The snowflakes fell into the vat and melted in an instant.
He felt that Jinan was in such a precarious state now that it really couldn't withstand a violent storm.
Everyone's endurance has reached the limit. If there is another heavy snowfall, it will be the Fengxue Mountain Temple of Teacher Lin. The house leaks and it rains all night. The snow will add to the snow and the house will be broken. I am afraid that all Jinan people will collapse.
"Okay, okay, Mr. Guan is really majestic, no wonder Xiao Qi must come to pay homage! You prepare the offerings, and I will also pay my respects. I hope Mr. Guan will show his magical powers, open his eyes and see, let this Jinan City, once again
Qingliang allows the poor people to live a good life..."
His voice was extremely loud, which made Chen Baoxiang feel that a person like him must be upright and a hero.
"Yes, sir, we'll get ready right away."
The young man who looked like a young man nodded respectfully and exited gently.
Lian Chengbi said nothing and lowered his head to pack the basket.
The snow flakes were like locust flowers at first, but soon they became as big as copper coins or goose feathers, flying and falling all over the sky.
Chen Baoxiang filled a can of water and looked up at Mr. Guan.
The statue of Mr. Guan always has his eyes half-closed.
Everyone knows that Mr. Guan will kill someone if he doesn't open his eyes easily.
He also hoped that, just as the middle-aged man said, Mr. Guan could open his eyes to kill people and cleanse the world, so that Jinan City, where demons are rampant, could return to its former prosperity and peace.
Just as Lian Chengbi turned around to leave, the young man in a suit stretched out his hand to stop him with a smile: "Our uncle has just arrived and you are leaving. Isn't this the way Jinan people treat guests?"
"This friend, you have recognized the wrong person."
"Hehehehe, Wanhualou Lianchengbi - the young female knight who single-handedly assassinated the Japanese traitor Yuan Shihuai in Tianjin Wei in the past, how can she admit her mistake? Passing through Jinmen yesterday, there was your reward notice on the station, eight thousand oceans, ranked among the top ten.
Second, it is a pity, it is a pity that the Japanese painters are so poor that they painted Lianchengbi into a Japanese female devil with protruding eyebrows, bulging eyes, a bucket waist, and sickly legs. She is fat, short, fat, and ugly...Japanese
The spies who use such drawings to arrest people will never find them in eight lifetimes..."