Chapter 152: Unspeakable Hidden

People in the world usually do good things, but they are afraid that the gods and Buddhas in the sky don't know what they do, and it's best to be unaware, Mo Jinkou drank three glasses of wine in a row before he sighed, and when he wanted to speak, he swallowed it stiffly, Shangguan Yanran looked at him upside down, if it weren't for Chen Mengsheng's secret eyes on her, she would really be unkind to Mo Jinkou, and when Mo Jinkou drank a few glasses of wine, the strength of the wine slowly came up, Chen Mengsheng was waiting for him to spit out the truth after drinking......

Mo Jinkou looked depressed and said: "Just more than 20 years ago, Hu Cheng asked me to come to class, and he knew that I shouldn't have told him any transfer, Hu Cheng opened a kindergarten because of my words, I did it, otherwise I wouldn't have died so many children, I ...... I regret dying ......"

Chen Mengsheng was shocked and moved: "Transfer technique, you are so bold, do you still want to give Hu Cheng someone else's fate, you are not afraid of retribution" Before the millennium, Chen Mengsheng encountered the transfer technique of the aisleman, and the transfer technique is to transfer the flower and the wood, transfer the life of others to the person who performed the next technique, and changed the life fortune of the two people, this is a big taboo thing, I really didn't expect that after a thousand years, there would still be people who would use the transfer technique in the face of the world's disapproval

Mo Jinkou was beaten by Chen Mengsheng, his face changed color, and he hurriedly got up and shook his hand to justify: "I...... At that time, I just wanted to be able to eat, I gave Hu Cheng an idea, but I didn't expect that Hu Cheng would really buy a four-pillar eight-character child with a hard life as a continuation, collect money and eliminate disasters with people, I helped Hu Cheng and his wife do the transfer technique, which was also forced by life, who would know that there would be a fire in the kindergarten afterwards...... I really didn't count this."

Shangguan Yanran's apricot eyes widened: "Mo Shenxian, don't you claim to be a god, have you ever counted the bones of those children in the ruins of the fire, have you ever thought about the pain that those children suffered before they died, have you ever experienced the heart-rending cry of the children?"

"Uh...... This girl, you ...... How can I count the things I said...... I just wanted to make some money to get by, and besides, the fire was caused by the naughtiness of a few children from other countries, and I couldn't even dream of this kind of thing," Mo Jinkou got up and wanted to leave, and said urgently

Chen Mengsheng stretched out his hand to stop Mo Jinkou and said: "Mr. Mo's lie is not clever at all, just now you are still borrowing wine to atone for your sins, but now you say that you can't think of this, it is clear that you are shirking your words, Mr., you are a person who has learned the Tao Law, you should know what it is to be guilty of catching knives for others, those dead children may have nothing to do with you, but the children who were transferred by you will sooner or later write a letter to Mr. on the Netherworld Huangquan Road, I don't know if Mr. has feelings about this."

"This ...... This...... You can't blame me, it's Hu Cheng, he begs for a son, and he will ...... it," Mo Jin gritted his teeth and closed his mouth, cutting off his eyes, but he drooped and didn't dare to look at Chen Mengsheng

Chen Mengsheng patted the case and said angrily: "There must be something in this, do you still want to hide something?"

Mo Jinkou blushed and said, "I really can't say anything about this matter, I ...... I...... I beg you two to stop pushing me...... The old decay said goodbye......"

"Bastard, people twenty-five years ago were indirectly harmed by your words, and now they still refuse to tell what happened back then, I think you are getting older and more confused, is it not that you have to see the photos of the blackened corpses of children before you are willing to say that Mo Shenxian has a way, he knows his mistakes and can change them, and he is good," Chen Mengsheng shouted loudly, Mo Jinkou fell and sat on the chair and was stunned for a long time

"This ...... I...... I once promised Hu Cheng to keep it secret for him in front of the statue of my grandfather, it's not that I don't know what to do, I really can't break my oath, how do you ask Mo Boyan to settle down in Suzhou in the future, I am the one who makes a living by talking about it, alas, okay, I don't say it, I'm afraid you won't give up," Mo Shenxian was also in trouble, and he knew that even if he starved to death, he wouldn't follow Chen Mengsheng to eat......

Chen Mengsheng said coldly: "You still have the face to mention the ancestor master"

"I haven't done anything hurtful, why can't I mention the ancestor master, more than 20 years ago, the old man was in Suzhou City, and he told people to face each other, but who believed this at that time, I was often full of hunger, and then the neighbors came to my house with Hu Cheng and asked me to tell the fortune for him, Hu Cheng is a famous rich man here, he is very broad, and he solved my livelihood problem at once," Mo Jinkou let out a long breath

Chen Mengsheng knew that Mo Jinkou was going to tell what happened back then, so he raised the wine jug and poured him wine, and said: "Mr. Mo's good and evil will be rewarded in the end, I only hope that Mr. can tell the original story of the year."

"This ...... This...... Later, Hu Cheng often came to my house to ask some recipes for birth and rearing, and we became acquainted with each other, Hu Cheng was thirty-seven years old that year, and his life was wrong, and everything was wrong with Tai Sui, and the original three children died one after another, and he came to me for help, how could I stand by and watch," Mo Jinkou put down his wine glass and said

Chen Mengsheng has no good impression of Hu Cheng, and the person who can beat and scold his grandson at every turn must be domineering and domineering, usually the more this kind of person is, the less he will accept his fate, he can go to Mo Jinkou to tell the fortune, it should be really desperate, who would be willing to ask the fortune telling in vain

Chen Mengsheng snorted coldly: "You used the transfer technique on him"

"No, no, no, Hu Cheng's three children are all short-lived, collecting debts, dying of white hair, sad, Hu Cheng's wife is crazy because of the loss of a child, I just want to help him take advantage of the situation, so that his wife can get closer to the child, Hu Cheng found a few relatives in the old house to open a kindergarten, Hu Cheng's wife's illness is much better, but those are some people's children, and my three children are gone, so I will ......," Mo Jinkou said gloomily

Shangguan Yanran interjected and asked, "Were the three children of the Hu family murdered?"

Mo Jinkou shook his head and said: "This is fate, Hu Cheng's numerology is a hundred sons and thousands of grandchildren, lonely and old, two children grew to seven or eight years old, inexplicably fell ill and died, the last child was only three years old, and was scared to death by thunder, I read Hu Cheng and his wife were pitiful, so they gave Hu Cheng a transfer technique, let him find a life, harder than his children, and let the two children be raised together, and when his wife is pregnant again, let the two children be raised together."

Chen Mengsheng looked at Mo Jin and said hatefully: "Blame the disaster, you want other people's children to give Hu Cheng's children to prevent disasters and reduce misfortune, Hu Cheng's children's lives are more expensive than other people's children's lives."

Mo Jinkou defended: "Uh...... Belch...... This may not be dead, as the so-called drinking and pecking is not a predetermined old man, Hu Cheng said it very clearly, as long as he passes from others, a hard eight-character child can break his contrarian trend, and later he really found a child, that is, the child has a birthmark on his eyebrow bone, which is a short-lived ......."

Chen Mengsheng shouted: "What is a piece and what kind of birthmark, and how old is the child" Chen Mengsheng suddenly remembered the little boy in the sack in Miss Qin's dream, and it turned out that there was such an inside story behind all this

Mo Jinkou thought for a long time before recalling and said: "That child is about three years old, it is Guan Hebao, the child they bought from Anhui, and they can't even speak, I seem to be called Kouzi or button, that child disappeared with Guan Hebao and those people after the fire in the ancient street, and I also asked Hu Cheng who the children in the fire were, but Hu Cheng told me that they were all bought by Guan Hebao and their people, because it was cold and the charcoal burned away, and the fire had an accident......

"Wait, you said that the child with a birthmark on the eyebrow bone is called a button," Chen Mengsheng asked, his face changed color, and Chen Mengsheng suddenly understood that the button called by Qin Hui'er's girl should be the name of the little boy

Mo Jinkou nodded and said affirmatively: "I remember that year, when Hu Cheng brought the child to me to read the eight characters, the child himself was called like this, I also saw the child once, and then there was no goodbye after the fire."

Shangguan Yanran hurriedly said: "Mo Immortal Guan Hebao bought the child, can you say that you don't know the details at all?"

Chen Mengsheng sighed: "Hmph, a good move, there is no proof of death, Guan Hebao and that child have disappeared, are those who abduct and sell children also disappear out of thin air?" Chen Mengsheng saw Guan Hebao and his accomplices carry the little boy into the kindergarten, and there must be insiders among them

Mo Jinkou shook his head and said: "I only know that Guan Hebao is a habitual thief, who would dare to mess with the people he made in it?"

"No, that little boy was not found in the fire, there must be another hidden truth in this, Mo Shenxian, after the fire, no one saw Guan Hebao," Chen Mengsheng frowned

Mo Jinkou shook his head and said: "Hehe, this little brother laughed again, Guan Hebao and his two eldest brothers didn't care about him, the people on the ancient street hoped that he could be burned to death, but his bones were not found in the fire, and his bones disappeared like this for more than twenty years, but I found a strange thing at that time, because it was a strange thing, I never dared to tell anyone."

Chen Mengsheng felt that this matter had exceeded his expectations, could it be that Hu Cheng asked Mo Jinkou to do a transfer operation, so he colluded with Guan Hebao and his gang to find a child with a hard life, and broke the bad luck, but a fire tragedy killed several children, and since then, Guan Hebao and the boy called Button have not heard from him again, I don't know if the fire is someone who wants to hide something on purpose, or if it is really an accident, Chen Mengsheng asked; "Oh, what could be stranger than the loss of a few big living people"

Mo Jinkou hesitated and said: "I heard about the unjust ghosts in the fire who wanted to take revenge and ask for their lives in the fire, and at first I only thought it was nonsense, but it didn't take long for the tenants of the ancient street to move one after another, so I did a ritual in the fire field, and I was knocked on the door by the ghost that night, and I only found out early the next morning, I was calculated."

Shangguan Yanran was shocked: "What is a dark ghost knocking on the door, how did you find out that you were plotted?"

Mo Jinkou said with some palpitations: "I don't dare to talk nonsense about this matter, but it did happen at that time, I remember that it was just after the night when I did the ritual, and the old man's door made people shoot urgently, I came out to open the door, but there was no one, at first I thought it was someone joking with the old man, but not long after, there was a quick knock on the door, and I came back again, but no one repeated it a few times, so I knew that it was a night bird that made people paint the door with yellow eel blood, and the door was slammed on the door......"