The old monk pointed to the man with a military hat and said, "This is Wen Renyue, a soldier ruffian." ”

Pointing to the only woman, he said, "This is Li Fengya, Mrs. Li." These two people had a surprisingly good relationship back then, and I thought they would come together.

The two fished treasures in the tomb and exchanged them for large sums of money, and the background behind them was tough, and later they cooperated in Shangjing to do business day by day, but after Wei Qi disappeared, the relationship between the two broke down completely. ”

"Wei Qi?" Wang Fan said strangely.

"That's it, the face is buckled. The old monk pointed to the squatting man and said:

"A very indifferent person, but the work in the tomb is first-class, calm and thoughtful, and no one can see what he thinks.

If he is alive now, he will also be a bad old man, and he will not be more promising than Wen Renyue. ”

The old monk touched his beard and laughed.

He then said, "The other two, guess which one is me?"

Wen Renyu looked at the monk's figure and pointed to the fat man.

The monk was surprised: "How do you know." He turned his head and said smugly: "That's right, I was a mighty and majestic Lord of Yama who suppressed the Quartet, Yan Xishuai." ”

The monk recounts the story of half a century ago.

At that time, his family was poor, and his mother gave birth to more than a dozen cubs in a litter, and he was the third child, who was born to walk, stepped on the stool by the pot, and cooked for her sick but extremely good at giving birth to cubs.

Speaking of this, I can't help but sigh that the children of the poor will be in charge, coinciding with the war, her mother sent him to the temple on the side to be a monk in order for him to have a full meal.

At that time, there was a shortage of food, everyone had nothing to eat, where was there money to give alms to the monk, so the monk had to be hungry, he was always angry with this old lady, he should not have given birth to a hungry stomach.

Sweeping the temple at a young age, the brothers and sisters should be lazy, but he can't.

stayed up like this until he was thirteen years old, and he met a person, and this person was Wei Qi.

Wei Qi, who didn't look very old, about twenty years old, called the little monk to a willow tree next to the temple and said:

"Doll, are you hungry or not, I have a job that can make you full, you can do it, if you do, I will give you a big roast chicken to eat, and white flour steamed buns. ”

He had never eaten roast chicken and white-flour steamed buns since he was born, and the steamed buns in the temple were all black and hard enough to kill dogs. ”

The man touched his head and said, "This afternoon, go and hand this note to the house of a shopkeeper surnamed Wang at the corner of this street, and say that someone told him,

The skin of the weasel is yellow, the skin of the chicken is red, and the yellow and black is the spirit of all things, the skin of the tiger. ’

Tomorrow morning, under the willow tree, I will bring you chicken. ”

The words sounded tongue-twisting, but he muttered and memorized seventy or eighty percent in his mouth, he had never been to school, he was illiterate, he couldn't understand what was drawn on the white paper, and the young man also took a fancy to him so he asked him to do things.

In the afternoon, the paper was almost soaked in his palm, and he sat in the front hall thinking about his chicken legs, and the sun slanted towards the street.

This time is another great famine year, many people in this town have scavenged for waste, only the neighbors on this street still have to do what to do, there is no hurry, it seems that there is no such thing as a famine year.

It is precisely because of the benevolence of the owner of this street that he fed half of the monks in the temple.

He walked into the street, the women were washing clothes, and a little beggar in a patch came over, they thought it was begging, and he wiped his hands and went into the house to get a bun, but he heard the little monk shout in a thick voice:

"Which shopkeeper here is surnamed Wang, I will look for the king's shopkeeper. ”

The women on this side were silent, staring at him silently, and suddenly a thin woman broke the silence: "Little brother, what are you looking for the king's shopkeeper." ”

"I was told to bring him a message. The little monk wanted to hide the matter of the note first, and these people were not the king's shopkeeper.

The woman was silent for a moment, wiped the soapy water sticking to her hands on the red leather jacket and said, "Little monk, the shopkeeper died a year ago, you go back and tell the man to tell him not to come." ”

The little monk's mind was wooden, all he thought about was that the roast chicken flew to the ends of the earth, and he couldn't catch up: "Ah, what can I do." ”

Fang Fang was in a hurry, but he heard a sound of clattering shoes coming from the stairs of a small attic, and he knew this sound, only small Western leather shoes could step on this sound.

The attic door opened with a bang, and a man with emaciated eyes and sunken eye sockets, wearing a green cloth robe, with three or seven points of hair, and a golden eye, walked out from behind the wooden door: "Who is looking for the king's shopkeeper?"

The little monk walked up and looked at the man, neatly like a teacher somewhere: "I have something urgent to find him." ”

"That's it, little friend. The gentleman crouched down, his robe mopping the floor.

The women on the side saw him come down and all dispersed, and after a while, there were only the wooden basins for washing clothes and the two opposing people.

He said, "Someone asked me to give you this note, and said." The little monk leaned on Mr. and said the secret words, this gentleman had a scent of ink, and he felt that he was also literary when he took a breath.

After doing these little monks, he ran away without looking back, and ran to the temple, where the old monk beat him and asked him where he went, but he didn't say.

The old monk sighed, the monks have begun to eat human flesh in recent years, and this precept has long been unable to oppress people.

He went back to his room to sleep, thinking about the roast chicken tomorrow morning, and suddenly heard someone say in the middle of the night that Xiertou Street was on fire.

The little monk jumped up from the bed, wasn't that where he sent the message today?

If you don't care about anything else, you can go out of the temple to see, the fire is so fierce that it can chew people up like a hungry wolf, and a whole house is reduced to ashes in the dark fireworks.

The monks in the temple all went to put out the fire, but the well, a cup of water, poured water on it, but added to the arrogance of the fire.

By dawn the next day, the Zhuangzi had been burned clean, leaving only the black ruins.

The monks in the temple discussed whether they could find anything valuable inside, and everyone discussed that the fire must have been put by the enemy of the master of the Zhuangzi.

Several corpses were found inside, and the abbot of the temple was very kind, and he buried the corpses for the sake of the benefactor's perennial donation of the temple's money.

Early in the morning, while the monks of the temple were busy, he left the team and went to the east of the city under the willow tree to find the man to ask for payment.

Now that I think about it, maybe I killed that family for the sake of roasting chicken.

When he got to the willow tree, the man was already gnawing on a chicken leg with a chicken, and beckoned from afar: "Come, I'll give you some left." ”

(End of chapter)