Live broadcast: The female heavenly master slays demons and protects the Tao in the power plot

After the emergency broadcast, Du Manzhi tossed and turned and couldn't sleep until Yinyue slipped to the bedside and she suddenly thought about it.

The cross-border live broadcast system was her opportunity. She did not violate the rules, nor did she cheat. At most, it was discovered that her live broadcast room was an Internet BUG.

What's there to be afraid of? Can they eat her?

Du Manzhi felt calm.

In her dream, she seemed to see the ghostly law projection shining golden light in her palm again, flashing past.

……

What Yishitang provides is a small independent building with an attic and a small courtyard.

There is also an exquisite terrace on the second floor.

When Du Manzhi chose this house, the first thing he took a fancy to was the small pond and stone tables and benches in the yard.

When the rain hits the lotus leaves next summer, the scenery will definitely be beautiful.

These people who are engaged in intelligence work have eight hundred minds per person, and what they say on the surface will never be true. Danzhu handed over a bulging money bag at the counter and asked the shopkeeper to take care of it.

So the shopkeeper took Du Manzhi to look at a few more properties before finally settling on this place.

Later, he brought someone to deliver rice, noodles, vegetables and meat, and quietly gave her the money bag intact.

When he opened it, he found a stack of banknotes plus fifty taels of broken silver, as well as the key to Danzhu's private house.

The money was not to bribe the shopkeeper, but to leave an exclusive package at the counter. No wonder Danzhu asked her to go back if she couldn't get used to it... She was so moved and wanted to laugh at the same time.

Ishido also made her a pure black token with "mirage" engraved on the front and "spirit" engraved on the back.

"Spirit" is her reported specialty and occupation, psychic medium.

As for the "mirage", we have to mention the structure of the Yishi Hall.

Among the people she has met, Niu Dali and Little Magpie are both muscular men with strong external skills and belong to the Litang;

The big-headed dwarf is cunning and agile, and his movements are light and agile, and belongs to Mintang;

There are also the world-famous Xichang secret agents, the best of whom belong to Yintang;

And she, a folk goddess who relies on metaphysical means to make a living, has entered the mirage.

I heard that the colleagues in the Mirage Hall are all kinds of magicians, and they must maintain a sense of mystery before and after them. I don’t know if this is true, but she has never seen any of them.

Overall, Du Manzhi’s onboarding experience was pretty good.

The only fly in the ointment is that I just moved in and everything is ready to go.

Take the matter of eating as an example.

She can cook, but the kitchen on the first floor has not been cleaned yet, and the only seasoning is a small half can of salt left by the previous household.

Yesterday, she chose to eat ready-made food in the hotel lobby.

Order a plate of sauced meat, ask for a few hard dough pancakes, mash the meat and fill it in yourself, and the simple version of Roujiamo is ready.

I take the leftover pancakes home and bake them over a fire when I'm hungry at night. The pancake skin is charred and crispy, and it melts between the teeth with a hint of wheat aroma and sweetness.

There was still some rock sugar that she had exchanged before. She used a dagger to cut open the dough, sandwiched the sugar between it and baked it. She bit into the cake and it was crunchy. The sugar cubes melted slightly, making it feel like honey.

Gulu.

Thinking of last night's noodles, Du Manzhi got hungry.

She ran downstairs to get a basin of cool well water, wetted her handkerchief and put it on her face. The cool air rushed to the sky, and the heat was swept away. She felt so comfortable!

I was closing my eyes when I suddenly smelled the fragrance.

Du Manzhi saw the person wearing a plain skirt through the crack of the door: "Is that Mrs. Niu?"

"Master Du didn't go to the front to eat today. I think the food cooked in the big kitchen was not fine enough. It just so happens that the crabs are at their fattest right now, so I made steamed crabs, which are best eaten with rice wine."

As soon as she opened the door, Mrs. Niu humbly lifted the food box and looked at her with eyes filled with gratitude and respect.

Her eyelids were slightly swollen and there were huge dark circles, but her face was rosy and shiny.

As if something happy happened, everyone was thinking about it.

It must have been Chang'er's dream last night.

Mrs. Niu looked around, put the food box on the stone table, took out a few strings of copper coins wrapped in handkerchiefs, and said she wanted to reward her.

How can Du Manzhi accept this money?

She asked the Niu family and his wife to pay for the props, but in fact she only wanted to pay for one day's meals.

Now Yishitang has taken care of her food and lodging, and Mrs. Niu has specially prepared delicious food for her doorstep, which is so thoughtful.

In addition to the plump and oily steamed crabs, there are also fried fish cakes, crispy cucumbers, mung bean cakes, and multigrain porridge wrapped in thick rice oil, which is fragrant.

What surprised Du Manzhi the most was the cucumber dish!

It actually uses chili peppers!

Mrs. Niu rubbed her hands and explained: "This is a kind of pepper from foreign countries. It is spicy and appetizing. I tried growing some and put a little in when making pickles. It tastes good. Can you try it?"

Du Manzhi picked a little with chopsticks and put it into his mouth. Sure enough, it was chili pepper.

The taste is different from that of later generations, but it is better than nothing.

You can really get whatever you want.

Her little hot pot is very promising!

"I like this. If there are any extra spicy...pimento seeds, I would like to plant them and try them."

Mrs. Niu was very happy and said she would deliver it in the evening.

At this time, Niu Dali came.

Du Manzhi again refused to accept money.

Niu Dali turned around and went to Sister Niu's side. He smiled to please her and begged her to come home with him.

It's really funny. He drove the person out by himself. Now that he knew he came to beg for help, why did he do it earlier?

Du Manzhi was eating, a little curious about where the couple would go next.

It is true that they are destined to be husband and wife, but there are many resentful couples in the world who exhaust their fate.

Mrs. Niu retreated again and again, and the man forced her to the wall.

With no way to retreat and no more endurance, she pushed hard.

Unexpectedly, she would suddenly resist. Niu Dali staggered and said in surprise: "What do you want to do!"

Sister Niu uttered two words: "Harmony and separation."

She had been holding this sentence in her heart for too long, and she would not be happy if she didn't say it out!

The woman stared at her familiar yet unfamiliar husband, and the words in her heart kept flowing out.

"Niu Dali, when my father was seriously ill, you knelt in front of the bed and swore that you would treat me well and save money for Chang'er to study. But within three days of my father's death, you let your uncle live in my father's house. Empty house!

"I don't agree. You said that when I marry into the Niu family, I have to work for your family and respect the elders. Only when my uncle is settled can my mother feel at ease. My mother's peace of mind is the greatest blessing for our family."

Sister-in-law Niu laughed sarcastically: "That's your mother and uncle. If you have the ability, just work hard to build a house for them. Why are you robbing my father's house?"

Niu Dali said nonchalantly: "You and I are one husband and wife. Since my father-in-law has passed away, it would be a waste to keep an empty house..."

The woman had sharp teeth and retorted rudely: "That's my natal family. My father has no sons. What does it mean if your uncle moves in? Is he a filial son? Why don't you see him when you are wearing hemp and filial piety?"

"you!"

Niu Dali subconsciously raised his palms.

Du Manzhi coughed heavily.

He put down his hand stiffly, "...what are you talking about? That is Chang'er's uncle, how can you mess up the seniority?"

Sister-in-law Niu: "You have the nerve to mention Chang'er to me? Where were you when Chang'er fell into the water? If you had jumped to save him earlier, he might not have been so ill!

"I always prepare and fry the medicine at home, but you think I'm lazy and taking a nap. I take care of two people by myself and haven't had a solid night's sleep. I shouldn't be tired, can't I be tired? You're here while I'm taking care of them. do what!"

A guilty conscience flashed across Niu Dali's face: "I...I know you worked hard to take care of your mother and Chang'er, and you took the medicine and prepared it. Didn't I take it..."

"Then why didn't you find something wrong with Chang'er's medicine?"

Mrs. Niu trembled and straightened her back, holding back her tears and not letting herself show weakness.

It seemed that a single word had blocked all Niu Dali's sophistry, but was it not herself who was stabbed by this knife?

"I really regret it. I regret agreeing to let you cook the medicine. I regret giving birth to children for you, causing Chang'er to suffer in vain... If I had known today, even if I hanged from the beam, I would not marry. for you."

Niu Dali knelt down straight under her surprised gaze.

"Cuiyun, I know I couldn't help you before, and I scolded you because I was addicted to the art of hating victory, not my true intention! Trust me once, and we will live a good life in the future. You will have another son. I promise to take good care of him and will never..."

When Du Manzhi heard this, the crab roe in his mouth no longer smelled good.

She put down her chopsticks.

"Niu Dali, you've already reached this point, and you still want someone to give you a son? There is a throne in your family that you want to inherit?"

In the feudal era, jokes involving the royal family were not allowed.

She said this smoothly, and Niu Dali did not dare to continue.

"People outside say that you are a filial son, and that you are very considerate and respectful in serving my mother. But let me listen, you were not here when your mother was seriously ill. Are you taking the credit from your wife in exchange for your own reputation?"

Isn’t this a classic outsourcing of filial piety?

Mrs. Niu's eyes were disdainful: "That's not it."

Du Manzhi sneered.

"It's so easy for this filial son to marry an obedient daughter-in-law. He can talk casually and put on a show in front of outsiders, but someone will do the dirty work for you. Even if the news spreads, it's all done by you yourself, and you don't even know about it. What do you think, will your mother blush?"

Until then, Niu Dali's shame was real.

"My mother, let me admit my mistake to Cuiyun. She said that Cuiyun is a good girl and has never treated her badly..."

Du Manzhi clapped his hands.

"So now you want to take her back so that she can look good to you in front of others and take good care of you in the back, and then you can have a fat son and work hard for your Niu family for the rest of her life... In the end, she won't even have the old house left by her biological father. Do you want to go back?"

Niu Dali hurriedly said: "I will write a letter to ask my uncle to vacate the house!"

That old house is a knot that Mrs. Niu has been holding back for many years.

She spat: "You don't have to work hard in vain. In the past, I tolerated everything just because I am the wife of the Niu family. Today I will divorce. From now on, I will have nothing to do with you. At that time, I will file a complaint against him for occupying my house." Heliangtian, of course there is a government office to uphold justice for me!"

Niu Dali begged in every possible way to no avail, but instead the fire grew stronger and stronger.

On the left is his wife who was kicked out by him and left alone;

On the right is the medium who upholds justice for his wife and son who died unjustly.

Can't afford to offend anyone.

Niu Dali could only turn off the flames temporarily.

"Master, let me go if there is an emergency. You live on this street. If you need someone to do any hard work in the future, just call me."

After he left, Mrs. Niu wiped her tears with her sleeves and smiled sheepishly.

"This is a joke for you. My life is miserable. I chose the wrong path. Now it's too late to regret it."

Du Manzhi picked up the chopsticks again: "It's not too late! You have sound limbs and everyone praises you for your quickness in doing things in the inn. You will definitely be able to eat and drink without worries when you go out to work. If you don't want to be entangled by him, just change your job."

Sister Niu, no, maybe we should call her by her real name, Ding Cuiyun.

"It's not that simple." Ding Cuiyun smiled bitterly.

"You see, the shopkeeper gave me a penny for leaving me to do laundry and cooking? I paid for it with clothes, food and drink. I am Niu's housewife. If he didn't have the deed signed by Niu Dali, the workmanship would be very low. There’s nothing you can do.”

Du Manzhi blurted out: "What the hell?"

When a woman goes out to work, she still needs her husband to take his fingerprints?

This world is crazy!

She suddenly remembered the finale of the original novel.

The reborn princess finally ascended the throne as empress, and issued a decree: women can freely go out to work.

Women all over the world rejoiced and shouted long live.

Ha, can you be unhappy then?

You need the permission of the man in charge to go out and make money. This is not a woman. She is obviously a production tool raised by the family.

It's like taking someone else's ox to plow the land, or using someone else's donkey to grind the mill. Shouldn't you ask for the owner's permission?

Wages are of course also for the master, what does it have to do with donkeys, cattle and horses.

Du Manzhi was so angry that the meal no longer tasted good.

"I have a way to get his fingerprints!"

After she finished speaking, she shook her head.

"No, just handprints are not enough. He listens to his mother. If his mother asks him to be together in a dream..."

Ding Cuiyun understands the thoughts of the person next to her in the past.

"He was a filial son when Mom was alive. Both Mom and Chang'er are gone. He wants women and offspring even more. He won't let me go." The woman raised her lips and said, "To be honest with you, master, I actually provoked him on purpose. ."

Du Manzhi looked in shock.

There was deathly silence in the other party's eyes.

In the flash of lightning, Du Manzhi suddenly understood.

"You want to die in his hands?"

"Yes, I miss Chang'er so much. I don't know how long it will take for him to be reincarnated. I want to stay with him for one day, one year for one year, and I was so happy to be able to talk to him in my dream yesterday!

"But I'm greedy. I want to see and talk to him every day.

"Chang'er is weak. I'm afraid that he will be bullied down there and not have enough food or clothing to keep him warm. I originally wanted to hang myself from a rafter, but I heard that people who commit suicide cannot go to the underworld..."

Du Manzhi: "...So you deliberately provoked Niu Dali to commit murder in public, so that you could not only accompany your son, but also get him sued."

Ding Cuiyun lowered her eyebrows and glanced at her carefully, "Yes."

"..."

Got the idea.

Because the conflict happened to happen at her house, she sprayed Niu Dali, but she was the benefactor of the Niu family - the two had just had a quarrel, and she extinguished it.

Du Manzhi didn't know whether to laugh or cry. What the hell was this?

"You think it's enough to just go down and stay with your son? Don't forget that you have no relatives or friends in the world. There are still people who care about Chang'er while you are alive. If you leave, who will care about you? When the time comes, you two will be together, and you will both be bullied. , after all, there isn’t even anyone to burn paper for you.”

Ding Cuiyun was stunned: "Ah..."

"What are you thinking in your head? Are you afraid that your son will be burned without food or clothing? Are you afraid that he will be bullied? Come to me!"

Du Manzhi said silently that he would not be angry or angry, and he would do one good deed that day.

While Ding Cuiyun was deep in thought, she forced Ding Cuiyun to agree to stay with her during this time.

Over at the inn, she would tell the shopkeeper that there was no need to go.

Ding Cuiyun is here to help her clean the house, wash and cook, and the work for two people must be easier than before.

Food and accommodation included.

Wages are not paid.

But she will work hard to facilitate the divorce between Ding Cuiyun and Niu Dali, and will contact Chang'er regularly to support her dream.

When Ding Cuiyun regains his freedom, he won't have to work here anymore.

Ding Cuiyun was of course very grateful for such an arrangement, so he packed up a small package and moved it in that day, bringing with him a pot of pepper seedlings that Du Manzhi was interested in.

She lives on the first floor and tidyed up the other rooms in one afternoon.

If this were the case in modern times, Du Manzhi would really want to persuade her to open a housekeeping company.

……

In the evening, Du Manzhi came back from outside and touched the silver hairpin in his sleeve.

This was blackmailed by her after diving in the palace, in order to prevent Miss Yan from talking nonsense.

Now she has faked her death and escaped from Xiaozhi's identity.

So, how can you return the hairpin without revealing your identity?

Passing by the inn lobby, I suddenly heard a piece of news.

Miss Yan is seriously ill.