After dinner, as time goes by, there are fewer and fewer people on the street, the shops are on the door one after another, in addition to the first floor there are one or two tables of individual customers, there are only two of them left on the second floor, Fu Bo does not want to pay attention to the Taoist, the Taoist priest talked to himself for a while and felt that it was not interesting, so he leaned against the window and looked around aimlessly, and the whole box was silent.

Stayed up until the drum beat the third watch, Fu Bo took the Taoist priest downstairs in a hurry, woke up the young man who was sleeping on the cabinet and opened the door panel, the two went straight to Zheng's house one after the other, in order to hide people's eyes and ears, avoid the avenue, bypass the main entrance, and turned around to the back door, Fu Bo gently pushed, creaked, the small door opened in response, Fu Bo first probed to observe carefully, except for the side room, it was all pitch black, then the Taoist priest was brought in, and the door was inserted back, the two of them raised their legs and walked lightly, and walked to the side room.

Fu Bo stood outside the door, first put his ear inside, there seemed to be a sigh inside, and the voice seemed to be Master Zheng, and he knocked lightly with his hand, only to hear the third aunt ask too nervously: Who?

: Third aunt, it's me, someone invited.

As soon as she finished speaking, the door opened a crack, and the third aunt showed her head vigilantly, and looked up and down, left and right for a long time before saying: Please ask Dao Ye to speak inside.

The Taoist priest nodded, stretched out his hand to pull Fu Bo away, and stepped into the house, Fu Bo followed closely and was about to go in, but the third aunt was too blocked at the door and said: Come on, it's nothing for you, go back to sleep. After speaking, he took out a few silver oceans and handed them to Fu Bo, and with a gaba sound, he closed the door.

Fu Bo took the money, unspeakably aggrieved in his heart, turned around and walked a few steps, turned around and spat on the ground, in fact, he didn't know that this mouthful was the deceitful Taoist priest? The third aunt too? Or himself.

Master Zheng sat at the round table, and carefully looked at the Taoist priest in front of him, only to see that he was thirty years old, with a pair of mouse eyes on his black and thin face, with two sparse dog oil beards, how to look like a big rat into a fine, indescribable obscene, a Taoist robe with patches, stained with pieces of oil mud, full of holes in the ten square shoes white socks have become authentic black socks, the left foot shows the little toes, the right foot shows the big toes, the long hair is knotted, like the lion's mane scattered everywhere, A sour smell wafted up and down his body.

The third aunt stood next to her and covered her nose and hated Fu Bo in her heart, complaining why he didn't take him to take a shower and change clothes first, when Master Zheng saw this dress, he looked down on him a little in his heart, but he was still respectful and polite on his face, first asked the Taoist priest to sit down, and then instructed the third aunt to serve tea and pour water.

After the two exchanged pleasantries, Master Zheng asked: I don't know what to call him? Where do you practice?

The Taoist priest put down the tea bowl, smiled and said: Okay, it's useless for you to know what my name is, I'm wandering around, there is no accurate place, let's talk about the price first, your family is not simple, fifty oceans, no two prices.

When Master Zheng heard this, his heart sank, and he secretly thought: This is a liar, the third aunt is too blind, right? What else is a master in the world, if he is a master, wouldn't all the hexagram stalls on the street be living immortals.

The third aunt saw that Master Zheng's face had changed, and she already understood eight or nine points, and she was afraid that she had really found the wrong person, so she hurriedly said: Master Dao, as long as you are willing to help, money is not a problem.

The Taoist priest nodded and said, "Okay, then I'll ask first, do you Zheng family want money or money?"

Master Zheng and the third aunt were too stunned when they said this, and the third aunt was too busy to ask: What do you mean? Please make it clear.

:Express? Have you Zheng family done less to hurt the heavens and reason? Otherwise, why would there be a poor strange place at the door?

: Dao Ye, you read it wrong, it's a pair of white marble lions. Old Man Zheng pretended to be calm and retorted.

When the Taoist priest heard this, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he said with a smile: I'm talking about that.

When Master Zheng heard this, the tea bowl in his hand fell on the table with a bang, and his head involuntarily oozed sweat, and the third aunt hurriedly wiped the tea on his body with a handkerchief, and the Taoist priest held the tea bowl, as if he was nothing, gently blowing the tea, and touching the taste carefully.

Master Zheng opened the third aunt's hand, leaned forward, stared at the Taoist priest and said: Don't tell lies in front of real people, yes, there is indeed a poor qi hidden in the lion, but it is also for a living, and there is no way to do it.

: Hmph, no way? You can't collude with bandits and rob other horse gangs? You monopolize the salt market, and there is no way to raise the price of salt? You enslave child laborers to grow tea, and you can't do anything? Okay, don't pretend to be merciful with me, I'm just here for money, you give money, I do things, and in the future, everyone will go their own way, and they have nothing to do with each other.

After hearing this, Master Zheng slapped the table and stood up, pointed to the Taoist priest and asked, "Who are you?"

: It doesn't matter who I am, who doesn't know about you in southern Sichuan? In a word, do you want money or heirs?

Master Zheng was stunned for a long time, fell back to the chair, bowed his head and said nothing, the third aunt didn't know what to do, and was silent for a long time, Master Zheng raised his head and asked: How do you say if you want money? What do you say about having an heir?

: If you want money, don't want to have an heir, the poor Qi at your door is too evil, and the baby spirits who come to reincarnate are not enough for them to stuff their teeth, smash the poor Qi, and the heirs will come, but I am afraid that disasters will continue, after all, you have done too much evil, do not accumulate yin virtue, even if people do not seek revenge, God will retribution sooner or later.

After saying this, Master Zheng fell into contemplation again, the third aunt looked anxious, but the Taoist priest crossed Erlang's legs, blowing tea leisurely, and looked like he was winning.

Master Zheng was silent for a long time, stood up slowly on the table, turned around and walked towards the Huali bookcase next to the window, and suddenly stumbled without taking two steps, if it weren't for the third aunt who was too quick to support him, he almost fell to the ground, and a person who was still in good spirits just now, seemed to be dozens of years old in a blink of an eye.

Mr. Zheng pushed away the third aunt's hand, trembling and walked to the bookcase, there was a rhino skin lacquer box on the bookcase, Mr. Zheng opened the small box and took out a red paper roll from it, the Taoist priest squinted and looked at it, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and his face showed a look of pride that he had achieved great success, but the third aunt took out a handkerchief, turned around and quietly wiped her tears.

Master Zheng walked back to the table with a paper roll, and pushed it in front of the Taoist priest: Here is a silver ocean, a whole hundred yuan, and the extra fifty yuan should be the tea money for the Taoist chief, and ask the Taoist chief to keep what he said today secret.

The Taoist priest took the paper roll with a smile, put it in his arms, and couldn't stop agreeing: Don't ask you more, keep it secret, of course.

After collecting the money, he fumbled in the wide sleeves of his robe for a long time, and finally found a small paper bag, put it on the table and pushed it in front of Master Zheng, leaned down and said in a low voice: This medicine must be taken within half an hour before intercourse on the evening of the third day of the third month of March, not sooner or later, remember.

As for the poor strange statue at the door, at noon on the fifth day of the first month of this month, bury it outside the city, bury it as far away as possible, the so-called trend three avoid five, the fifth day of the first month of this month is the day when everything is not suitable, but it is suitable to send the fierce god, when burying it, do not dig out the poor Qi from the lion's belly, and bury it with the lion.

On the fifteenth day of this month, please send a pair of unicorns to the white marble, put them in front of the gate, be sure to put them in place after the hour and before noon, do not sound the gong and set off the cannons, and wait until the night, and tell the subordinates to throw candy outside the gate, the more the merrier. Do this every day until the first day of the next month, and never stop.

After speaking, he stood up, took out a few pieces of yellow paper and a bald pen from his sleeve, looked at the cinnabar red on the tip of the pen, dipped it in the tea spilled on the table, and drew the talisman on the yellow paper.

After the Taoist priest finished speaking, he looked at the sky outside, got up and bowed and clenched his fists: Master Zheng, poor Dao will say goodbye, today's matter, will be strictly kept secret, not a word is missed, in the future, you and I have nothing to do with each other, I hope that the house will add a noble son as soon as possible, and people will be prosperous.

Master Zheng nodded listlessly and asked: Has the Taoist chief explained everything?

: Explained.

: Okay, then I can't force me to stay. As he spoke, he took off a small silver bell the size of a two-dollar wine cup from his waist, pulled out the cotton wool blocked inside, and shook it gently, the sound of jingling bells was extremely crisp, and the listeners were shocked.

Master Zheng only shook it once, then blocked the bell again, pinned it in his waist, and waited for a while, someone knocked on the door lightly outside, and a man asked angrily outside the urn: Master, are you looking for me?

: Ah Si, you help me send the Taoist out of the door.

:Ay.

Master Zheng got up and made a gesture of please, the Taoist priest nodded, smiled and opened the door, only to see a short and fat man standing outside, the man led the way with a lantern head, and the two went straight to the back door one after the other.

Mr. Zheng according to the Taoist priest's words, one by one, sure enough, the fifth day of the fifth month of the second year of the Duanyang Festival, the third aunt got up early in the morning and did not think about tea and dinner, and found the doctor to see, and was told that she had been two months pregnant, which is terrible, the Zheng family immediately offered the third aunt as a god and Buddha, every day only bird's nest, sea cucumber, cordyceps, fish maw and various supplements from morning to night, soft-shelled turtle, chicken soup is like drinking water every day, and the third aunt who eats directly is too like blowing up a balloon, less than a month, it is more than twice as fat as before.

Pregnant in October, on the sixth day of the first month of the new year, the third aunt gave birth to a baby boy, named Zheng Zhicheng, Zheng Lao is an old man, he is very spoiled by it, just can speak, he invited Mr. to teach him Tang poetry and Song Ci, four books and five classics, at the age of fourteen or fifteen, and invited a new teacher from Chongqing to study Western and Western history to broaden his horizons.

This Zheng Zhicheng is also an obedient and sensible child, obedient to Master Zheng's words, not at all like a rich man's son, it is strange to say, since Zheng Zhicheng was born, the Zheng family's business has actually been getting better and better, the scale of the horse gang has expanded several times, the tea garden and salt well are also thriving, the supply exceeds demand, and even privately started a gun and tobacco business, which can really be described as a rolling source of money, and the day is making money.

The Taoist priest said that the broken wealth now seems to have no signs, and Master Zheng thought that the Taoist priest was just trying to ask for more money, but he didn't know that a flying disaster was close at hand.