Old Gong always wants to feed me fat

The fish ghost killed eighteen people today.

This is his habit, eight is an auspicious number, his harpoon has eight teeth, and he must kill at least eight people every day, if it is really not enough, passers-by will be in bad luck.

He sharpened the harpoon in his old fashion and washed the flesh and bones off the hook to keep it shiny and washed it and put it away.I dipped my feet in the cold river water, took off the cowhide wine bag, took out the pig head meat I brought during the day, and ate and drank while eating.

On the vast river, he was the only boat with a fishing light on, and the night wind was bleak, which made him very comfortable.

As he ate, he felt the boat shake slightly: someone was on board.

This ship is where Tengshetang stores the raw materials and money it has snatched from the manager. It is very important for the subsequent development of Tengshetang, so the boatman and boatman on the boat are people that Tengshetang can absolutely trust.

They were all sleeping in the cabin, so who came up?

The fish ghost took a big gulp of wine and closed the cork.Grabbing the harpoon, he stooped and walked quietly towards the other side of the boat.

The waves are rippling under the moon.

In addition to his own footsteps, he heard that there was also movement on the other side, and the direction of action was exactly opposite to his. No matter whether the person who sneaked into the boat had noticed it or walked away unintentionally, he had successfully aroused the fish ghost's interest.

A game of cat and mouse.

He followed the other party unhurriedly, and when he reached the end of the boat, the other party did not move.

He poked his head out cautiously, and saw the man standing at the bow, looking straight into the distance, as if admiring the scenery.Suddenly, he opened his hand and fell straight down, splashing a huge splash, and the boat shook.

He was taken aback. Monk Zhang Er couldn't figure it out. When he got closer, he saw the sparkling water on the river, and he couldn't see anything.

The harpoon suddenly dropped out of his hand uncontrollably, and flew out backwards.The fish ghost turned pale with fright, and when he looked back, the harpoon had already flown down, giving him a sharp stab at his thigh!

The scream broke the emptiness of Lengjiang. The fish ghost took a few steps back, clutching the bubbling wound on his thigh, unable to figure out that his natal magic weapon would suddenly betray him. He stretched out his hand and summoned it again, the harpoon trembled like is struggling.

The fish ghost obviously felt that someone else's power was attached to the harpoon, and someone else controlled his harpoon!

He bit the tip of his tongue and poohed hard, the harpoon was stained with blood, the alien force suddenly loosened, and the harpoon was about to return to his side, when the other party's strength suddenly increased, and it hit his wrist again, cutting him off. The tendon in his hand hooked off a section of his little finger.

The fish ghost was so painful that he almost passed out, and his whole body relaxed.The traitorous harpoon was floating above his head, the freshly sharpened blade was stained with blood, and the thin hook hooked some shreds of his flesh.

He watched as his harpoon came down again, this time on the calf.

The third time was the belly. The harpoon's teeth pulled out his intestines, dragging them bloody and long.

One fork after another, the fish ghost was in so much pain that he could no longer feel the follow-up pain. The blood flowed more and more, and he could clearly feel his body temperature as the blood flowed away a little bit, and the shadow of death was getting closer and closer.

The boat swayed for a while, and a wet man climbed up from the water. With the moonlight behind his back, he was very young, with a round face that looked innocent and clean.

However, in a blink of an eye, he looked like another person, a skinny person with a pointed face, and the two faces overlapped and appeared and disappeared under the moonlight, like a phantom.

He grabbed the harpoon with one hand, and the harpoon was held obediently by him, and the fish ghost suddenly understood.

He tried his best to say: "Who are you?"

"You killed a lot of people." The young man's lips were trembling, and his hands were shaking, "You don't know who you killed, you just need to know that you should die."

After he finished speaking, he raised the harpoon high up, as if he had exhausted all his strength, and stabbed it hard on the fish ghost's head. The fish ghost's pupils instantly expanded, and the whites of his eyes turned to the point of terror.

He saw two evil spirits behind the young man, wearing tattered robes, laughing ferociously and silently.

Hu Li cut off the head of the fish ghost full of holes, put it on the bow of the boat, and set fire to the paper money. The head of the fish ghost slowly turned black in the flames, emitting the smell of burnt hair. He stared at it for a long time , the trembling hand gradually calmed down.

I killed, but the damned.

He bowed in the direction of the old man's grave again, took the harpoon and entered the cabin, where several boatmen were still sleeping soundly on the bed, snoring loudly.He raised the harpoon and speared it one by one without hesitation. After a short scream, Leng Jiang fell into absolute silence.

He threw away the harpoon and washed his hands by the river. When the river calmed down, he looked at the reflection on the river and saw the shadow of another person.

"This is normal." When he asked the question for the first time, the thin black-robed man said, "You swallowed his danzhu, which is the essence of his lifelong cultivation, naturally with a little bit of his consciousness, When you break through to the Unity Realm and walk out of your own path, you will naturally not be affected by him anymore."

"How long will it take?"

"Look at the sky, look at the Tao, and look at yourself."

He shattered his reflection in the water, got up and walked to the shore.

After swallowing the pill, his strength soared to the peak of Xuanyu Dual Realm, but now he has not fully controlled the sudden power, and often feels a dull pain in his chest.

Be patient, it will be fine after a while.

He went ashore, looked back at the boat floating on the river, and pointed at a black flame, the boat caught fire instantly and sank slowly.

Where should we go next?After Hu Li went ashore, he looked around in a daze.

He sneezed.

Where can I go?

After much deliberation, it seems that only Hu Xianju is willing to take him in.Candoushan said in his last letter that they will start a new Huxianju in Wangjing and do old business.

Where is Wang Jing?He hesitated again, and decided to try going south first, and then ask if he saw someone during the day.

The burning boat sank slowly into the river, and Hu Liao went further and further away.

Wang Jing.

Dongkang.

In the middle of the night, the emperor summoned his chief assistant, Fu Hege, into the palace for a secret talk. Not many people in the palace knew what the secret talk was about, not even the emperor's own sister, Princess Mingru, could figure it out.

The next day, Fuhege did not appear at the court meeting again. The emperor announced the ten crimes of Fuhege, each of which was a major crime of treason and disobedience. , Exiled for thousands of miles, never allowed to return to Beijing.

The fall of Fuhege caused quite a shock. Everyone in the court couldn't guess why the emperor suddenly made a move. People were panicked for a while, especially the disciples of Fuhege.It was only after a while that the disciples discovered that the emperor or the queen mother had not implicated others, and was still very polite to them.The Dongge University scholar was promoted to take over as the chief assistant, and the government affairs were handed over smoothly, and the Dongge University scholar was recognized as the Queen Mother's person. So far, the Queen Mother's power has reached its peak.

Fuhege's crime of disobedience just sank quietly into the vast file of the Ministry of Criminal Justice, and no one brought it up again.

This is the case in the court, and it is even less likely for the lower class civilians to feel any shocks. They should eat and drink.

"Hey." Weisheng lit the oil lamp, threw down the storage bag, untied the knot and twitched it, and a lot of silver rolled out. Cang Doushan's eyes were almost blinded by the reflection, and he bent down to pick up the silver on the ground. Complain: "What is so rough?"

"Running around, I'm exhausted!" Weisheng poured a big bowl of water in a hurry, and almost threw the bowl out when he touched his lips: "Damn it, boiling water!"

Cang Doushan pinched a cold water knife on the bowl, and said, "How much did you sell?"

"Five or six thousand." Weisheng picked up the bowl and drank it down, his thirsty throat suddenly felt much better, "Everyone in the pawn shop is a bastard who eats people and doesn't spit out bones! The price is so hard to suppress." If he hadn't been hiding behind the counter, I'd promise to beat him up."

Cang Doushan gathered the money on the table: "There is no business in the world, and we are not too far behind. Let's laugh at fifty steps."

He quickly counted, and couldn't help but sigh, the income was far from what he imagined.What Weisheng said is correct, people in the pawn shop are all cannibals.

Weisheng poured another bowl of water and drank it slowly: "I went to the herb shop, and the price of raw materials is increasing every day, which is already five or six times the original price, and the top quality raw materials have almost doubled, and all It's in stock, not fresh." If you buy raw materials in large quantities at this time, you can't buy a few thousand catties if you throw out all your belongings that Weisheng has saved.

After drinking one bowl and pouring another, he sighed: "I guessed wrong, our little money is still not enough."

"Don't blame you, we didn't have a good time, and we will do it when the market price of vanilla returns to normal." Cang Doushan piled up the silver into a hill and patted it: "If you can't make Rouge for the time being, then do something else. "

"doing what?"

Cangdoushan thought for a long time: "Sell wontons?"

Weisheng shuddered: "No, no, no, if I really want to sell food, I'd rather sell pancakes!"

"Okay, let's spread the pancakes."

Candoushan bought a large frying pan, enough to fry five pancakes at the same time, and Huxianju's pancake business is just starting.

However, Candoushan felt that the plaque of Huxianju was too incompatible with the pancake business, so after some deliberation, he put up a sign saying "Pancakes eaten by Hanlin editors" and placed it in front of the building.

Weisheng was shocked when he saw what he wrote: "If you write Yang like this, won't you hit you?"

Cang Doushan said confidently: "It's okay, when he goes to work tomorrow, you give him some pancakes, and put the sign out after he leaves."

Facts proved that the effect was good. Yang Zhibai was very happy to get the free pancakes, and went to work with the pancakes.Seeing his back disappear across the street, Weisheng immediately put out the sign and pan, poured oil, and spread pancakes.

It was the first time that the surrounding residents saw a monk come out to spread pancakes, and the fire underneath was still a serious spiritual fire.Sell ​​four kinds of pancakes: thick skin with less vegetables, thick skin with less meat, thin skin with thick meat and thin skin with thick vegetables, with clearly marked prices.The people who bought it all at once were overwhelmed, probably wanting to taste the pancakes made by the monks.

Weisheng is very confident in his craftsmanship. The thick skin of the pancakes he bakes is crispy and golden without any burnt black.Not to mention the thin-skinned and thick-skinned ones, they are expensive, but definitely worth the price.

And as a monk, he didn't need to use his hands to turn the cake, and he could control the heat freely. He just had to sit there and control everything with his spiritual power.

On the first day, hundreds of pancakes were sold, worth thousands of Wen.Weisheng happily counted the copper coins, and said, "Why don't we sell pancakes in the future, the money is much easier to come by than selling rouge."

Cang Doushan, who was struggling to meet the face, vetoed it: "No!"

"what?!"

"Inappropriate." Cang Doushan lowered his eyes, expressionless.

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