Qin Xianggong's house was on the bank of the canal, and when he came back from Gongsun Pang, he went straight to a side room in the deepest part of the courtyard, lifted the bed board, and climbed down the ladder.

In the dark corner of the dungeon, sat an old man with a disheveled head.

If you go back to thirty years ago, there are probably a small number of people in Yuezhou City who have seen this pale, crazy old man—an old madman begging under the gate of Xicheng.

When the madman saw the light coming in, he struggled to his feet, and was grabbed by the chains that were fastened to his wrists and necks, and shouted in a frenzied voice, "Who are you? Who am I?"

Qin Xianggong shook his head and said, "Have you forgotten? You are the master of the Book Saint King Xizhi. ”

"How do you know?!, who the hell am I?" the old man was even more frantic, reaching out to grab it.

Qin Xianggong was not afraid at all, so he sat down opposite. This madman was like this many years ago when he was begging in Simon, and when he met people, he said that he was the master of the sage, and asked everyone who passed by to know who he was.

People only thought he was crazy, so from the time Qin Xianggong tricked this madman into coming here and locked him up, the people of Yuezhou must have only thought that he was dead. That was thirty years ago.

In the past thirty years, Qin Xianggong has changed from a weak-crowned scholar to the old man he is now, but the madman in front of him has not changed at all.

The reason is self-explanatory, just as Qin Xianggong guessed when he first decided to trick him back, this madman is the legendary old god.

Qin Xianggong also wanted to seek immortality, but he had tried all his ways over the years, and he couldn't ask how to become a god from the mouth of this madman.

How can a madman remember this when he has forgotten who he is.

And since the hundreds of schools of thought knocked down the old gods from the altar, burned all the books related to the names of the old gods in the world, and set the rule of "silent strange power and chaos gods", the world has no way of knowing who these old gods are.

Qin Xianggong buried himself in the pile of old papers for 30 years, and only found that after the battle of the gods, the old god Nuwa secretly helped Qin unify the six countries in order to regain the world.

As for the rest, he really couldn't look at it.

Once, he had the courage to hand this madman a brush dipped in a little ink, and that time it almost killed him, and from that time on, he believed that the madman was not completely crazy, and that he should be the master of the sage.

Thinking of the content of "Orchid Pavilion Preface" lamenting the impossibility of immortality, Qin Xianggong was sure that Shusheng knew that his master was an old god.

It has been more than 1,700 years since the death of the Book Immortal, and this madman has lived to the present, but he has probably been obtained for too long, and there is no incense to worship, and finally he is still delirious, and he has forgotten who he really is.

After all these years, Qin Xianggong has given up and no longer expects to ask for the method of immortality from his mouth, but after all, he has raised this madman for so long, and he can't raise it in vain.

"Remember, I'm Gongsun Pang. I'm going to show you these two days, and only he knows who you are. Qin Xianggong said with a smile.

"Who? who knows who I am?" the madman finally quieted down.

"A scholar surnamed Bu, only he knows in the world, you must ask, if he doesn't say it, he is deliberately hiding it from you. Qin Xianggong shook his head with compassion on his face: "Then you can only kill him." ”

"If he knows and refuses to speak, I will kill him. The madman nodded.

Qin Xianggong stood up and sighed: "It's a pity that you will forget it for a while, and I will have to tell you again when the time comes." ”

He climbed the stairs and remembered that his nephew had heard Lord Wang say that the scholar surnamed Bu was the son-in-law of Yu Zhaozhong's family in the Inspectorate, and a smile appeared on his face.

"After tonight, I'm the only ghost hunter left in Yuezhou. Glancing back at the madman locked in the dungeon, Qin Xianggong shook his head and sighed: "It's not in vain to raise you." ”

The bed board above was caged, and the dungeon was dark again.

The madman muttered to himself, "I am the master of the Book Sage...... Does anyone know who I am? I am the Master of the Book Sage...... They say that I made all the words of the world...... Who am I?"

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The ninth day of the sixth month, the last night of this round of evil moon and nine clouds.

Since the price increase notice was posted, there has been an endless stream of people who come to hand over the money.

Deng Xiaoxian and Zhang Blind are already crazy.

Bu An is also happy, he has been waiting for this day since he posted the first notice and set the plan for "panic marketing". But the effect was so immediate, it still exceeded his expectations.

Seven hundred and four households, paid one tael of silver to catch ghosts, and after tonight, two hundred and seventy households were killed, which means that two hundred and seventy taels of silver have been credited.

There were two hundred and fifty-seven taels of silver for the purpose of buying peace—of which only eleven taels were collected during the promotion of one tael, and two hundred and forty-six taels were all after the price had increased.

It was only half a month since he bought this house, and the Ghost Hunting Seventh Division went from being so poor that he didn't even dare to go to Wangjiang Tower, to saving nearly 1,000 taels of silver. So far, no one will question Bu'an, the person in charge.

Just after the afternoon, Bu An asked Luo Qingting to go across the street to call Qingshan over, and waited until everyone in the Seven Divisions had gathered together and began to divide the silver.

"In the middle of seven hundred and four taels, plus the thirty households tonight, two hundred and seventy taels are counted as income, and the other four hundred and thirty-four taels cannot be divided. The two hundred and fifty-seven taels that were not haunted, but were handed over just to buy peace, cannot be divided for the time being. He glanced up at the crowd.

No one has an opinion, the haunted ghosts of the more than 400 households have not been cleaned up yet, and it is unreasonable to divide the silver now, and these are also a truth.

"Two hundred and seventy taels is the income, after deducting the next month's fifty taels of ghosts, the remaining two hundred and twenty taels are divided into two, and one hundred and ten taels are divided according to the proportion of the members; Everyone's okay, right?"

Of course, this is even more of a problem.

Then there was the division of silver, and Bu'an got fifty-five taels of silver with just over half of the shares of the Seven Divisions.

Deng Xiaoxian's share income is twenty taels, and the three percent of the ghost's efforts are thirty-three taels, and the total income is fifty-three taels, which is just less than Bu'an.

Huiyuan's share income is one tael, and the ghost hunting effort is counted as forty-four taels, and the total income is forty-five taels, ranking third.

Next are Qingshan, Zhang Blind, Luo Qingting and You Ping.

Except for Qingshan, who is not short of money, everyone is happy.

Hui Yuan took the money and ran out, Deng Xiaoxian shouted loudly: "Did the monk steal the girl, why are you in such a hurry?"

Hui Yuantou replied without replying: "I'm going to buy books!"

Everyone laughed, saying that the monk's book of 100 family names was read with relish, and it turned out that they were tired of reading it for a long time.

At this time, You Ping, who only got nine taels of silver, wiped his tears and said: "Bu Ye has the most silver, and he has never been left behind to follow us to hunt ghosts for one night, but he only takes so much...... I don't know how much better than those in charge outside. ”

Bu An'an said, I take less of the benefits of Ming, and you don't know the benefits of rubbing ghosts, so he smiled and waved his hand and said, "Don't cry and cry! The remaining hundreds of taels of silver will be everyone's sooner or later! Now hurry up and pack up, finish this night, and rest for a few days!"

"Bu Ye......" Qingshan called it with everyone, but after saying it, he felt a little awkward, and said with a smile: "Anyway, I will rest after tonight, and Qingshan will go with everyone." ”

As he was talking, Su Su, who had been in charge of weighing some broken silver, suddenly said: "Your house is not repaired again, when will the bag of copper coins be returned to the son?"

Su Su asked seriously, Qingshan listened embarrassedly, but the rest of the people laughed regardless of whether they knew it or not.