As the largest commercial and trade center in Shili and Baxiang, Yunlang Town is famous for its affluence, with many pedestrians coming and going, and shops and vendors can be seen everywhere.
Recently, there is another scholar who buys tofu. He is polite and fair. Many girls will go to his stall to buy a bowl of tofu and then listen to him recite good poetry.
Liao Wenjie followed Cui Hongjian and Shi'er to the town market, feeling that it was no wonder Yan Chixia chose to live in seclusion here, treating it as a pure land in the world and a paradise.
Although it is not clear why Yan Chixia has a family and an apprentice and is not a homeless person, Liao Wenjie is very convinced that this time the road to spiritual training lies in the world of "A Chinese Ghost Story".
Sixteen words can be used to describe this troubled world where people are living in dire straits.
Above the temple, treacherous ministers are in power, and far away in the rivers and lakes, evil spirits are everywhere.
Because the world is collapsing and people's hearts are corrupted, there are fewer and fewer good people and more and more evil people. The most profitable business on the street is the blacksmith shop. It is common for thieves to kill people and steal goods. It is easy to post wanted notices all over the city walls.
If you are eating on the street, it is very likely that while you are eating, a human head will fly over and hit the table, covering the rice with blood on the spot.
More likely, when eating meat buns, you will eat a piece of fingernail.
Liao Wenjie looked at it and found that Yunlang Town was different. Although there were murderous people in the streets and alleys, in general, the people's customs were simple and simple, and people would not disappear just by walking around.
"No, there are no bad people, where can I go to ask for help..."
He frowned and shook his head. He stopped when passing by a gambling house and looked inside.
"Brother, what's the point of just looking at the door? It's better to go in and have a good time. I think you are lucky and will definitely make a fortune today." The evil man at the door said with a smile. If you don't smile, you will look even uglier.
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"No money."
"It's nothing if you don't have money. Get out of here and don't stand here blocking your fortune!"
"I don't have any money now, but I will have it later. To be honest, I am a Taoist priest and I make money by telling people's fortunes."
Liao Wenjie said with a serious face: "This hero, we are destined to meet each other. I will give you a divination at 50% off. Marriage, future, wealth, misfortune, good and bad fortune, what do you think?"
"I don't count as anything, get out of here or you'll get beaten..."
The evil man waved his hand in disgust, as if to shoo away flies. Halfway through his words, he realized something was wrong, and when he realized it, he became furious: "You brat, you dare to amuse me. If I don't beat the shit out of you today, you'll be fine."
"I do not believe."
"MD, stop for me, don't run."
Liao Wenjie turned around and ran towards the alley next to the gambling house. The villain chased him in, shouting curses. After several screams, he crawled out with a bruised face and a trembling hand towards the gambling house.
"Brother, save me!!"
As soon as the villain yelled, he was grabbed by the hind legs and dragged back to the alley. He grabbed the corner of the wall with both hands and cried so hard that his heart broke.
At the entrance of the gambling house, a few thugs who were watching the excitement were opening the market, betting on how long it would take for the villain to beat the shit out of the pretty boy. As a result, the game ended hastily in the alley before the dealer made a decision, which was really disappointing.
The most important thing is that the one who gets beaten up by Fatty is one of his own.
This is not bad!
"Brothers, someone is making trouble, please steal the guy."
Four or five people took out sticks and walked into the alley aggressively. Suddenly, the sound of banging and banging could be heard, and the screams became louder and louder.
After a while, Liao Wenjie shook the pieces of silver in his hand and walked out of the alley. He went directly into the gambling house without going anywhere.
If you have money, you can't do whatever you want, but at least you can do something. He is so poor that he can't even do anything, let alone do something. He can only eat tofu for free. The more he thinks about it, the more ashamed he becomes, so he decides to go to a gambling house to pick up some money.
Not just picking up money, but also doing chivalry.
As we all know, he has sworn to be sworn in with gambling and drug abuse, and everything he did today was out of good intentions.
Collect money, which is the source of all evils, so that others can do no evil and achieve immeasurable merit.
Ten minutes later, Liao Wenjie walked out of the door with a relaxed and happy face. Behind him, at the entrance of the gambling shop, a dozen adoring gamblers came out, shouting that the God of Gambling has come to the world.
Where there are admirers, there are naturally greedy ones. A group of people followed Liao Wenjie secretly. They were a little hesitant at first, but when they left the market and came to the mountain road, they blatantly blocked the way.
"Boy, judging from your appearance, you should be new here."
There were eight people in the group, each with a fierce look on his face. The bearded leader said fiercely: "The rules of Yunlang Town are to share half of the money when we meet. Don't let me say it a second time."
"What, you want half of it from me?"
"You brat, stop pretending to be stupid with me. I saw it just now. You're in trouble!"
"Only you?"
Liao Wenjie glanced up and down at the bearded man and shook his head: "Impossible. Not to mention that I didn't cheat. Even if I did, you wouldn't be able to tell."
"Huh, uncle, did you see it? Why should I explain it to you?"
The bearded man smiled coldly. Everyone knew what was going on in the casino. The banker had lost ten games in a row. It must be Liao Wenjie who was outstanding.
"The rules of Yunlang Town are: you get half the money when you meet. It's like this today, it's like it tomorrow, and it'll be like this in the future. If you dare to break the rules, your life will be yours!"
"Stop talking nonsense. If you don't take out the money, you won't even be able to keep food money when my brothers take action."
"Hurry up, you're in the wilderness. If I dig a hole and bury you, no one will know."
"..."
Hearing the low-level threats made by several people without any new ideas, Liao Wenjie shook his head repeatedly. The red threads behind his back spread out in bunches, turned into eight big red hands, and grabbed forward.
"Spider, spider spirit..."
"Don't come over!"
“Ahh————”
After Liao Wenjie left, red threads were wrapped around the tree, hanging eight strong men by their hands and feet, and hung them in the air.
Everyone had wounds on their faces and had been fattened into pig heads.
…
A house without a door, a pavilion.
"Master, are you kidding me? Folding this thing is so boring." Shi'er sat in front of the stone table, folding origami cranes.
"I'm asking you to fold, I'm not asking you to do it perfunctorily and use snacks. I teach you how I usually teach you. Turn your energy and spirit into thoughts, and concentrate on the paper crane..."
Yan Chixia clapped her hands and knocked the white paper out of Shi'er's hand, and said: "If you are so half-hearted, you will never be able to become a master in your whole life!"
This morning, Shi'er helped Cui Hongjian carry a load to the market. As soon as he returned home, he was caught by Yan Chixia and dragged to the pavilion to practice folding paper cranes.
Shi'er is very interested in dancing with guns and sticks, origami cranes...
Grinding tofu is not fun, but at least grinding tofu can give you exercise.
Shi'er is Yan Chixia's apprentice and half-son, Shi'er, Shi'er, the son that Yan Chixia picked up when she was away from home. When he first got her, Shi'er was still an infant.
Yan Chixia fed him up by pooping and peeing, and his emotional investment had long gone beyond the relationship between master and disciple. Therefore, although Shi'er was often so angry that he flew into a rage, he just couldn't bear to beat him.
The only drawback is that Yan Chixia is a new father and lacks experience, so her care for Shier is a bit too much.
He didn't say anything, but he was worried about everything in his heart. He was worried that he would be deceived by bad people, worried that he would meet a powerful demon, worried that he would meet a girl with evil intentions...
In Yan Chixia's eyes, Shi'er, who is twenty-five years old, is still a half-grown boy. The world is too dangerous and there may be disaster if he is let out.
All in all, this old father often worried about gains and losses, fearing that something might happen to his son, so he kept him tightly tied to his side. It was clear that Shi'er was able to take charge of his own business, but he just refused to let him go and found various ways to attack Shi'er and let him know
If I am not good at it, I will never be able to get out of the mountain in this life.
Shi'er was tortured and very dissatisfied, but he regarded Yan Chixia as his own father and never said anything. Even though Yan Chixia banned him from walking and talking, and refused to let him make friends, he just endured it silently.
"Master, I think I'm already very powerful. I can easily deal with the monsters and ghosts nearby." Shi'er whispered.
"Huh, what do you think it's useful for? It's up to me."
Yan Chixia snorted disdainfully: "Besides, the monsters and monsters nearby were all left for you to practice by because your master was too lazy to surrender. Otherwise, you would have been tortured to death by the monsters long ago."
"Ah, you are the master, and everything you say is right."
"Young master, I have a secret formula for you. Please listen carefully..."
Having said this, Yan Chixia stopped silently and turned to look at Liao Wenjie behind her, who looked like she was doing nothing. "What are you doing standing here? I am teaching my disciple the Taoist method!"
"Oh, then I won't stand anymore."
Liao Wenjie nodded and sat down on the stone seat.
"..."x2
Yan Chixia's eyes twitched, she had never seen such a thick-skinned person.
Shi'er secretly gave a thumbs up to Liao Wenjie. As expected of Brother Jie, he could make the master speechless with just a few words. He must learn this skill.
"Shi'er, I'll give you a sample and take a closer look."
Yan Chixia glared at Liao Wenjie. Seeing that he had no consciousness, she sighed and recited the mantra, and then folded the paper crane.
He was skilled in the technique and had folded countless folds in his life. He could easily do it with his eyes closed. However, within a few breaths, a lifelike paper crane... flew away from his hand.
"It's so awesome, Master, how do you fold it to make it fly?"
"With your rough temper, I need to fold at least 1,365 paper cranes before I can feel your sincerity."
"so much!?"
"Haha, this is already too little."
Yan Chixia shook her head. Seeing that Liao Wenjie beside her was not talking nonsense, she had already started to take action. She stood up and slapped Shi'er on the forehead, urging: "What are you doing standing there in a daze? One thousand, three hundred and sixty-five in a row. Don't fold them until they are finished."
Stop."
"Ah this..."
"Remember, concentrate on it, and devote yourself to the paper crane."
After saying this, Yan Chixia turned and left, leaving Shi'er with a bitter look on her face.
"Brother Jie, aren't you bored?"
After folding a dozen or so pieces, Shi'er stretched and saw Liao Wenjie on the other side quickly folding out hundreds with his eyes closed. He immediately took a breath of cold air.
This hand speed is so scary.
"Boring, but..."
Liao Wenjie opened his eyes, multitasking, folding the paper crane and saying to Shi'er: "If you don't sweat today, you will bleed tomorrow. If you don't risk your life today, your life will play tricks on you tomorrow. Now you still have a chance to fight, in the future...
I only regret it."
"Thanks for the advice, Brother Jie."
Shi'er nodded, lowered his head and started folding the paper crane, and never said anything boring.
In the room, Yan Chixia nodded secretly. Perhaps, by adding a companion to Shi'er, he would learn to work harder and harder if there was contrast.