Chapter 293: The Meaning of the Eight Symbols, the Gamble of Life and Death
"Rong Chengyu knew that I went to find Wen Si... No, maybe this was his plan? How did he know that I had enough chips to convince Wen Si to cooperate..."
The more I think about it, the more I feel that Rongcheng Yucheng Mansion is unpredictable, and I feel like I am always in a trap.
"It doesn't matter, Old Man Rong doesn't mind anyway, and I do have something to ask for from Wen Si."
I need a pillow when I want to sleep, Zhou Shi thought as he walked back to Fengde Building, and happened to see a bald man poking his head at the door.
Zhou Shi went up and patted his shoulder. The man was so surprised that he jumped up and turned around and said, "Mum... Shopkeeper Zhou!"
"Brother Mang, what's wrong?"
"Then what... oh yes." Sangmen Huan lowered his voice, "Master, please go there tonight."
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"...The above is our harvest this month."
In the secret room of the Criminal Department, Zhao Xuan finished her report with her chest puffed out and her face flushed. Xiong Linghong, the Minister of Punishment, pressed his temples and ran his fingers across the upper corners of a pile of files.
"Two admiral eunuchs have also been arrested. Yes, the eunuchs are now the cicadas of autumn, and they no longer have the ability to influence the court. But are there too many corrupt officials caught this month? That's all."
He cleared the table and glanced at the four gold-medal detectives standing in front of him one by one. "The business situation review is coming soon. Normally, the father-in-laws should be responsible for this, but after your efforts, all the father-in-laws who can take responsibility have been cut off.
.Our prince-consort seems to be very interested in this beautiful job."
"Is it the one with the surname Zuo?"
"That's right. Everything this person has done is in the secret files of the Ministry of Punishment. You can check it out yourself. The key is that we received information from an informant that there will be big moves in this investigation. We must keep a close eye on them and make sure their
Every word and deed is recorded. So, Zhao Xuan, you are responsible for this matter, just in time to lead the new people."
"Thank you, Sister Zhao." The jade porcelain pillow smiled like a flower.
Zhao Xuan shook his head and said, "Take the order."
"Everyone else is doing their own thing, but put this matter first. If Zhao Xuan wants your help, you must not refuse."
"Take orders."
"Let's go."
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There was only a moment left before Ion Night, and Zhou Shi had already sneaked into the West Market and entered the bustling underground casino.
Looking around, he didn't see Sangmen Huan, but the red faces came into view, which made his heart move.
He wandered over to a gambling table, threw out his silver, and bet on the result calculated by throwing beans to ask for luck.
"Open, open, open!"
The dice did not turn to the number he wanted, and the winner smiled so hard that he showed his rotten teeth and took Zhou Shi's money into his arms along with the other unlucky people's gambling funds.
"Are you coming again, kid?"
Zhou Shi shrugged and left the gambling table. He saw Sang Menhuan parting from the crowd and rushing towards him.
"Shopkeeper Zhou, this way..."
The ceramics shop was the same as when Zhou Shi first came. The walls had been completely repaired, and there was no trace of thunder falling here.
Three thugs stood behind Wen Si. They all had dice with a number of six tattooed on their faces.
"Master Wen." Zhou Shi greeted politely.
Wen Si didn't say anything. He hit the ground with his crutch and two paintings hung from the ceiling.
Zhou Shi's eyes were straightened and his heart felt chilly——
In one painting, an old woman is leaning against the window, bathed in a golden glow, carefully doing needlework under the setting sun.
In another painting, a young girl is holding a copy of the "Book of Filial Piety" and strolling in the courtyard. Her attention is attracted by the weeping willows by the river. The ripples of the water and the green of the willow buds soak into her clothes.
For a time, Zhou Shi's mind was occupied by two paintings with completely different colors and brushstrokes. The beauty was late and in bud, the sun was setting in the west and the garden was full of spring. The two completely opposite moods almost divided his consciousness into two.
Two, it gave him a splitting headache!
"Be careful!" Xiao Lin's voice rang in his ears, reminding him of the picture of the lady in red.
In his mind, the girl to be married, with both mature and youthful demeanor, was inserted right between the two paintings, playing a mediating role and allowing him to regain his sanity.
The anomalies brought about by these two paintings convinced him that they were genuine!
The genuine eight-image picture!
Zhou Shi squeezed his eyes, which were dry from staring for a long time, and said, "Thank you, Mr. Wen, for opening your eyes this time."
This was not a courtesy. He really didn't expect that in just a few days, Wen Si would be able to collect two pictures of the eight images!
Wen Si pointed with his crutch. "Does Shopkeeper Zhou know the origin of these eight images?"
"I don't know."
"It is said that Yuan Yongsheng, the painting saint of the previous dynasty, once fell in love with a woman, but unfortunately he could not love her, so he painted her appearance at eight different ages, which is called the Eight Symbols.
"Yuan Yongsheng's calligraphy and paintings are famous all over the world, but people in the world don't know that he is also a master of the outer sect, practicing a secret method that can make calligraphy and painting communicate with the spirit. Only by relying on this method can the Eight Symbols Picture have the ability to contain the soul.
"It's a pity that the bold colors used in these eight paintings exceed the boundaries of ordinary figure paintings, so they are not tolerated by the world. Some people even say that these eight paintings are just made by people with extraordinary skills and skill in Yuan Yongsheng's name, and are not by him at all. Therefore.
The Eight Symbol Pictures are scattered everywhere, and it is difficult to meet the Lord. It’s a pity, it’s a pity..."
Zhou Shi nodded silently. It seems that the so-called "picture of the lady in red" that Xiao Lin posted should be the way the woman looked when she got married... Alas, maybe Yuan Yongsheng not only hopes to accompany the woman, but also hopes that the woman can find happiness in the world.
, so I merged the two looks into one painting. Alas, idiot...
"Here is the eight-image diagram. You can fulfill your promise."
"That's natural." Zhou Shi calmed down and said, "I wonder which picture you want your son to live in?"
Wen Si's cane pointed at the girl walking by the lake.
Zhou Shi had already expected it and said: "Okay, then please invite the young master to come out."
"Haha..." Wen Si smiled, "Don't you feel it?"
Suddenly, Zhou Shi felt a chill on his shoulders. Without any hesitation, he swung the monument-opening hand behind him, but it missed.
Then, streaks of purple light appeared under his feet, making his mind tense and his vision blurred.
On the other side of the store, three thugs stood in front of Wen Si, stretching out their hands, and the runes on their arms glowed.
At the same time, the dice on their faces all turned into three points.
The ceramics shop was divided into two halves by an invisible barrier. The dark energy was billowing in the half where Zhou Shi was, and the omen was looming!
"Boy, I will leave my son to you." Wen Siyou said quietly. "If it doesn't work, you can die here."
Seeing this posture, Sangmen Huan swallowed, immediately pulled down the picture of the girl, and threw it towards the other end of the ceramic shop.
Zhou Shi, who was surrounded by Yin Qi, cursed in his heart: This old bastard! Is he afraid that I will play tricks or is he not trying his best to kill me first?
Is this the attitude towards a benefactor?
But at this moment, he had no time to think too much. He took out the iron abacus and dialed it. Hu Gongzun, Huo Zhezi, and Shaman Mianxihua were all in hand. This was to prevent Wen Si from sealing the iron abacus like last time!
"Xiao Lin, draw!"
The red line stretched out and then retracted, and the picture of the flying girl fell into his hands.
"Remember what I told you! According to plan..."
The next moment, the cold wind in the ceramics shop suddenly stopped, and there was no one in the place where Zhou Shi was struggling just now. There were only purple marks on the ground, pieced together into a pattern that looked like a urn.
Wen Si sighed softly and said, "It's up to you, kid."