Gu Beiyou, who had been sleeping on a pile of broken straw, woke up and looked out at the dark sky through the large square window, sighing lowly.
He is now a watchman and lives in a temple by the river. He mixes black and white every day. He sleeps during the day and watches the clock at night. When the time comes, he goes out to disturb the people by knocking on bamboo sticks.
As a time traveler, when he knew that he had come to a world that belonged to immortal cultivators, he was actually very happy. After all, among the guys who traveled from earth to other worlds, which one would not eventually become a big boss?
But when it was his turn, he realized that in the world of immortal cultivators, there was also a kind of person called ordinary people. There was a mountain between the world of ordinary people and immortal cultivators, and the name of this mountain was called talent.
According to a white-browed immortal master who once traveled here, the rarity of his own bones is called one in a million.
He was excited at first, but then the immortal master immediately explained: Among ten thousand people, you can't find a loser like you. The monkeys next to the Dayan Immortal Sect may all be better than you in cultivating immortals.
With no hope of cultivating immortality, Gu Bei just found a place to settle down. No, he has been working as a watchman in Liuzhou for three years now.
Compared with the current life, the nine-nine-sixth year in the previous life was indeed a blessing.
To be honest, Gu Bei is very dissatisfied with his current life, but he is unable to change it. After all, in this world, he belongs to the lowest "black family", that is, the kind of suspicious person whose origin is unknown, cannot enter his hometown, and cannot cultivate.
Immortal, of course, can't be an official, so he can only barely eat a hot meal.
I recall that when I just crossed over, I had nothing, I was completely naked, I didn’t know how many meters in the air, I was in a free fall, and I hit the center of a small river accurately, so that I was beaten by several people as soon as I landed.
The female comrade who was washing clothes by the river was beaten severely. If the officials had not arrived in time to arrest him and put him in jail, he would have been beaten to death.
"The Lord of the Land has blessed me to pick up a beautiful woman on the road tonight."
With great emotion and memories of the past, Gu Bei first prayed to the land master standing beside him, and then slowly picked up the bamboo clapper used for the watch and got up from the ground.
He put on the small mandarin jacket issued to him by the government, lit the candle in the lantern beside him, and suddenly shouted: "The sky is dry and things are dry, be careful with the candle!"
Just when Gu Bei was intoxicated by his clear voice, he suddenly felt a slap on the back of his head: "Okay, what are you yelling about? It's not the time yet!"
Gu Bei was not annoyed at all, he turned around and said with a smile: "Hey, master, don't be angry, my disciple, why don't I practice my voice first!"
"Is it just your broken voice?"
An old man with white hair walked out from behind Gu Bei, and his words were full of disdain: "In the middle of the night, when those water-spirited girls with red sleeves heard this, they were so scared that they jumped out of bed!"
"It's not the Shui Ling girls in Hongxiu Zhao who are scared, it's the people above them."
Gu Bei pulled on the leather and quickly put on the boots.
Although the white-haired old man was said to be his master and had guided him step by step into the job of watchman, the old guy had never been a serious person and he was always talking dirty words.
"Okay, it's time for the night watch (seven o'clock in the evening)."
The old man smiled and waved, took the gong from Gu Bei's hand, and walked straight out of the temple.
The watchmen usually work in teams of two, with one holding a gong and the other holding a clapper. During the watch, the two of them work in tandem, knocking as they go. Ever since Gu Bei came to this earth temple, the task of knocking the gong has fallen on
on his head.
"Hey, master, please wait for me!"
Seeing that the old man was about to walk away, Gu Bei quickly picked up his pants and followed him.
"Hurry up! You're like this, you can't get enough of a hot bite of whatever you eat!"
The old man held a lantern and went upstream with Gu Bei along the river bank.
In fact, it is a river rather than a stream. The water flow in it can be described as as thin as a gossamer. However, when the White Eyebrow Immortal Master of the Dayan Dao Sect passed by here to rest, he felt the so-called "dragon energy" at the bottom of the water.
, and then gave it the name "Tulong River". The immortal gave the name, and ordinary people naturally dare not change it easily.
The upper reaches of the Tulong River is a small town with about a thousand households. The town is not big, but it is peaceful enough. The most common cases on weekdays are petty thefts, which are harmless.
"Master, why don't we do the update today and start from the 'Red Sleeve Move' downstairs?"
Looking at the brightly lit fireworks field in the distance, Gu Bei laughed maliciously.
"You kid really want to try your broken voice?"
The old man squinted his eyes and glanced at Gu Bei with a look of disdain, but then said: "It's not impossible, but you have to speak louder, so as not to ruin our reputation as a watchman in Zhongling County!"
"clear!"
Gu Bei chuckled, then picked up the clapper in his hand and hit it three times in a row, slowly and quickly.
"Boom!—Boom!" "Boom!—Boom!" "Boom!—Boom!"
The loud sound of gongs and drums resounded throughout the silent streets, and at the same time, Gu Bei's unique broken gong voice sounded: "To prevent thieves and thefts, close the doors and windows!"
"Big ghosts and little ghosts are sitting in a row, everything is safe and sound!"
Almost as soon as Gu Bei finished speaking, a window opened upstairs where Hongxiuzhao was, and a shirtless man stuck his head out and angrily spat at Gu Bei: "Get out of here, you're bad luck!
"
The old man on the side smiled and wiped the saliva on his face, and quietly gave Gu Bei a thumbs up.
"Tsk, why is this guy so angry?"
Gu Bei looked at the window that had been closed again and sighed in a low voice: "Could it be that the eagle caught a chick?"
"The lord who is fierce in appearance but in trouble within."
The old watchman shook his head and continued walking forward.
Ringing the watch is not only to tell the time, but also to prevent theft.
Most of the thefts occur around the fourth watch, when the sky is darkest and people are most asleep.
Gu Bei had been working watch for a long time and had learned the old watchman's mannerisms. When the two of them turned a corner, Gu Bei happened to see a black figure falling down from the wall of a house. He
He immediately struck the gong in his hand and shouted loudly: "I saw it, I saw it! Where to hide! Behind the tree! In the corner of the wall!..."
In fact, after the black shadow landed, he couldn't see anything.
If a familiar thief heard what Gu Bei said, he would probably sneer at it, but this time the person he was yelling at seemed to be a novice thief who was just starting out.
After hearing Gu Bei's words, his body under Ye Xing's clothes trembled slightly. Then, a fierce light flashed in his eyes. He put one hand on the handle of the knife at his waist and pointed towards Gu Bei and the old watchman.
The direction is slowly approaching.
Gu Bei didn't feel the approaching danger at all, and laughed with the old watchman on the side: "Master, when can you bring your disciple to sit in the red sleeves? Can you also let me experience it?"
"Just think about it!"
The old watchman rolled his eyes at Gu Bei, and then said: "With our status and salary, if we have spare money to get into this red sleeves job, we might as well take the money and try our luck at the Dayan Immortal Sect.
Bone Qi Jing was accepted as a disciple by the Immortal Master. At that time, with a wave of your little hand, wouldn’t the girls from the red sleeves move immediately follow you?”
Although he knew that the old watchman was totally trying to bullshit him, Gu Bei still nodded and said with a flattering backhand: "Master, what you said makes sense!"
"That's not the case."
The old watchman nodded proudly: "Maybe I can get a taste of your immortality in the future..."
At this point, the old man suddenly stopped, and a wisp of blood flowed down the corner of his mouth. He opened his eyes wide, lowered his head and looked at his chest, where there was a blade slowly receding from there.
"I think you have no hope of entering the Dayan Immortal Sect in this life. You might as well join a good family in the next life!"
The thief in night clothes sneered, then turned the blade to Gu Bei aside and stabbed through the heart.