Haomai Xiansheng

Fang Diji ordered stewed rotten meatballs and soft elbows in the room alone, looked at her body dressed as a monk in the mirror, and started to grab a lot of vegetables with both hands, and oiled her face.

She herself felt a little disgusted, after all, she didn't get used to such a sloppy life after being pampered for several years.

When the waiter came to collect the dishes, he clasped his hands together: "Amitabha Buddha, the second benefactor, the poor monk has something to ask, I wonder if it is possible?"

Xiao Er despised this wine and meat monk, and at the same time secretly laughed at this nondescript name, still smiling all over his face: "If you have something to do, master, just tell me."

Fang Diji said: "The poor monk collided with the white tiger star today. He needs to paint his face with incense ash and lard to hide himself so that Lord Baihu star can't find the poor monk. If there is an incense burner for the God of Wealth Guanyin in the store, please help the poor monk pack a bag Incense ash. This matter must be kept out of the eyes of others, and must not enter the ears of a third person."

Xiao Er said: "We only offer Master Guan here, not Buddha's incense ashes, I wonder if the Master needs to use it?"

Fang Diji said in her heart, which one do I care about?It's just incense ash.Smiling and clasping his hands together: "This is the best. Guan Gong has been loyal and unparalleled since ancient times, and he is the most evil spirit."

Xiaoer responded, and went out with a plate on his lips. Not long after, he came in with a large bag of incense ash: "Our shopkeeper is changing incense ashes, and I want a bag. Master, take it easy."

Fang Diji took out a few pennies from her cuffs, this was also an emergency when she didn't know who stuffed it in for her when she was changing her appearance.

She smiled and handed the big money to Xiao Er with her oily hands. Xiao Er took a look at the fat black hands with oily eyes and the big dirty money, but didn't dare to take it directly with her hands. Here, I don't need to ward off evil spirits and don't get so much oil, the shopkeeper should be scolded."

Fang Diji waited for Xiao Er to go out, opened the incense ash bag, buried her oiled face in it, and then rubbed her hands with the oil.Once the off-white incense ash is stained with meat oil, it turns greasy black, and the smell of meat oil, incense ash and incense mixed together is indescribably unpleasant.

She slowly and skillfully rubbed the reconciled grease all over her face, even the ears, neck and chest. It was dark, ugly, greasy and smelly, which was much safer.

Yirong has no smell and is not authentic, and it is good if it is not made of swill.

Jin Wuniang lay on the beam and stared dumbfounded, while he was watching helplessly.

Fang Diji's delicate and charming face was revealed after being wiped clean. Her green and freshly shaved head, her white and pink face, and her trembling and graceful body turned into a black and smelly face with greasy creases. A monk with green onion leaves on his front teeth when he smiles.

Zhang Hua rushed to the opposite side and saw that the life and death of Chen Liang Wang Qian was unknown, so he rushed back anxiously to ask what should be done.Unexpectedly, he saw a monk he didn't know, and asked about the greasy smell of onion.Holding his sword, he said sharply, "Monk, you have come to the wrong place."

Fang Diji didn't speak, just smiled.

Zhang Hua wanted to say something more, but Jin Wuniang fell off the beam and said in a low voice, "He wiped his face again."

Zhang Hua stretched out his hand to lift off the old and greasy patchwork clothes on her body, looked at the meticulously observed wound, and nodded: "The life and death of the elder brother and the second brother are unknown, and all the others were poisoned. The two brothers did not struggle and The traces of the fight, it wasn't cleaned there, but it was clean."

Fang Diji said indifferently: "We have to save them. You go, don't arrange any tactics, go directly to Huanglong to rescue them and then leave as soon as possible."

Jin Wuniang said: "I'll just go, Ten Niang stays to protect Mother. Mother can't be left alone."

"Take me to the beggars on the street in a while. I am used to pretending to be a beggar and a poor monk, and I am very similar." Fang Diji took out the half-hanging money in his sleeves and stuffed them into Zhang Hua's hands one by one. Li: "If you see him, use the money as a hidden weapon. There is no information, but he doesn't know. You have to come back alive."

Zhang Hua didn't say anything more, knowing that this was a last resort.Jin Wuniang said: "Mother, you have been wronged."

Fang Diji put six big coins in her bosom: "After all, I survived the hard times. You two are different. When Shi Niang was hunting, she didn't bring chili noodles and she could turn against others. You two remember, Chen Liang If Wang Gan is hopeless, the body will stay with him."

Zhang Hua said softly: "What if they are disabled?"

Fang Diji smiled wearily and said, "It's enough for me to be disabled here. Jin'er, follow Zhang Hua's orders when saving people." She took Zhang Hua's hand, shook it firmly, and showed a smile in her eyes. A sane and indifferent light.Zhang Hua understood what she meant, and shook back forcefully.

Jin Wuniang said bluntly: "Mom! You can't just give up because it's useless!"

Zhang Hua hurriedly said: "What mother means is, if you can't save them, don't make your brothers suffer."

Fang Diji frowned: "I also ask you one thing. If I can't think or express, don't let me be in chaos. Those who can't say their surname can write, and those who can't see their surname can listen. If they are poisoned by him The insanity can't be cured in this life, anyone should kill Fang Diji."

Zhang Hua immediately said: "Mother, where should I find the two elder brothers? There is no information left there, and there is no address."

Fang Diji said indifferently: "The local county government may have to go to prison. If I am not dead, he dare not use his private hands. My people are not clean. There are a few of his loyalists, and his people are also unclean. My brother. You don't have to find out who poisoned them, it's one of the dead."

Zhang Hua and Jin Wuniang dragged the monk out of the inn, randomly threw him in a corner not far from the inn, and then walked away.

The two of them left for a short while before a team of policemen came to the inn, went in for a while and then came out again.The leader is a middle-aged man with a handsome face and clear eyebrows, and the police uniform on his body does not fit well.He only went into the inn to look around, and then walked out.

Fang Diji exercised the remaining internal strength, adjusted her muscles, and made herself look like a demented monk with crooked eyes and drooling.

Sure enough, the head of the policeman walked towards the monk under the respectful escort of the shopkeeper of the inn. He stopped three steps away, looked at the dirty monk leaning on the corner of the wall with a brick on his head very kindly, and said, "Where is the treasure temple of the master, and what is the name?" .”

Fang Diji opened her cloudy eyes that could not be opened and shed tears, because she just flicked a little incense ash into her eyes. At this time, her very natural eyes were shaking and weeping. He said indistinctly: "Pingsheng silk is dizzy and oily, carbon people (the poor monk is a wandering monk, Tan Ming)."

The leader of the policeman nodded slightly, thinking to himself what are you talking about?He looked the monk up and down carefully, thinking that it was impossible, the news must be wrong.Di Ji loves cleanliness on weekdays. She dug spring water in the garden for bathing twice a day. Even when she was at her worst 20 years ago, she was a clean and tidy girl. She even pretended to be a beggar. Cloth style, pretending to be a monk will also be a clean monk.

Fang Diji's impersonal husband disguised himself without emotion, and continued to say in a dazed manner, "Pingsheng was tortured for several years, and the delivery room was found to be effective. After passing through Jingcheng, the pancake arrived. (Poor monk) After decades of asceticism, I went to visit Lingyan Mountain, and passed by the capital, I didn’t expect to fall ill)”

He nodded, and said patiently and gently, "Why did those two people throw you out just now?"

Fang Diji knew best how to mislead him: "I don't know. It seems that the silk vase is useless. (It seems that the poor monk is useless)"

He was startled, and thought to himself, didn't Fang Diji escape from the capital under the escort of Chen Liang Wang Qianjin Wuniang Zhanghua and others?Impossible, the knife wound was extremely serious, and it was impossible for her to escape alone.Maybe Fang Diji didn't escape from the capital at all, she did have a very secret place to recuperate her wounds in the capital, only she knew where it was, where is she?Is Fang Diji protected by Chen Liang Wang Qian the same as the other six roads?

After thinking about it, what I knew before was based on investigations, and what I think now is what this monk said and I inferred, maybe there is fraud.He took a step forward and reached out to touch the side of Fang Diji's face, to judge whether there was any disguise from the feel.

Fang Diji raised her face with a smile and let him touch her.

But there was nothing to be gained except hands full of black, dirty and sticky sludge.

This monk has no disguise.

Two flowers bloom, each representing a branch.Zhang Hua and Jin Wuniang rode their horses to the county government a few blocks away, but were stopped before they got there and asked sharply what they were here for.

Zhang Hua wore hairpin jewelry on his head and silk satin on his body, and said softly: "I want to see Lord Qingtian, and I want him to interrogate this rascal!"

The yamen servant saw that this young lady was rich and beautiful, but she was not very smart, and then saw that the boy sitting on the horse next to her was black, stark and dressed in ordinary clothes, and said to herself, if I return this beautiful, white, white and tender The magistrate got his hands on the delicious little girl, so the grandfather may not reward me very much.Immediately said: "Girl, please come later if you have something to do, come here, arrest this boy who looks like a hooligan, and put him in a prison."

Jin Wuniang shouted at the top of her voice in a daze: "You can't do this, you wronged a good person, that's my wife!"

Zhang Hua glanced at him delicately, stomped her feet and snorted: "Who is your wife, I am a serious lady!"

The yamen servant hurriedly said: "Hurry up and shut up, shut up! Tell him to stop shouting!" Then he smiled at Zhang Hua: "This girl, please, please quickly."

Zhang Hua pretended to be big-chested and brainless, hid the dagger in his sleeve, and entered the county office with a smile on his face.

Jin Wuniang pretended to struggle, but she was wiped from her shoulders and her arms were tied together, a sour and smelly walnut was stuffed in her mouth, and she was pushed into the prison with a pair of powerful hands.

As soon as he entered the gate of the prison, he saw that the atmosphere here was not right, and he was secretly happy.

The yamen servants continued to clean the streets, secretly guessing in their hearts how the little girl would be ruined by the county magistrate who was born in the army and was a bandit.

What do you think Zhang Huazhang Shi Niang can be ruined?Of course it was a sword attack, and the county magistrate smiled and died on the spot. He twisted his body and hurriedly ran between the county offices, pretending to get rid of the rogue county magistrate who was chasing him.

In fact, the county magistrate didn't want to ruin this little girl, he wanted to dedicate this rare beauty in the county to the prime minister in order to fight for the glory of becoming an official.

There was no one in the county office, and when they saw her dodging in a panic, they either laughed or pitied her and let her run away. Knowing that the county magistrate liked to play cat and mouse with prostitutes.There was only one remote room in the county government office with a lock on the door. Zhang Hua split the lock with a sword, and when he entered the room, he saw two weeping young ladies.

Regardless of his business, I don't care about it now. Anyway, the county magistrate was killed, and the prime minister is here, so the prime minister should take care of it.

After searching twice more, there was no trace of the prisoner, so he jumped out of the wall and went straight to the prison.