The temple outside the town of Liuzhen is not large and somewhat dilapidated.

It is only when the town's annual event is held that this small temple becomes full of incense and smoke.

Usually, the small temple is deserted, and only occasionally villagers come to clean up the dust and cobwebs.

The main thing is that the location of this temple is somewhat remote.

Two teenagers were standing in front of the small temple at this time.

The older one is the young master of the Wang Family Teahouse - Wang Zhaolian.

Wang Er asked Wang Zhaolian with some confusion at this time: "Young Master, what are we doing here today?" Is this place eerie? It's scary! ”

Wang Zhaolian had an unfathomable smile on his face, lowered his voice and said mockingly: "Stinky Wang Er, shut up, you know a fart?" Don't talk nonsense here! The Buddha in this temple is called the Buddha, this Buddha, the magic is boundless, the great mercy and compassion, the hands are in charge of all kinds of immortals, there are Arhats, Bodhisattvas, King Kong, many people, even the great compassion Guanyin Bodhisattva is his subordinate, old and powerful! ”

Wang Er was shocked, and stared at the tall statue of the Buddha in the center of the small temple with some surprise!

Wang Zhaolian knelt down on the futon in front of the Buddha statue, pulled Wang Er to kneel, and said: "My mother said, she was afraid that she would not be able to give birth to a boy, so she came here to make incense and make a wish, and sure enough, she gave birth to me.

Wang Zhaolian pulled out a talisman from his neck, and the yellow talisman was stacked into a triangle and strung with red threads, which was quite exquisite!

Wang Er saw that the yellow talisman was painted with red and full of unknown patterns, revealing a look of envy on his face.

Wang Zhaolian put the talisman back on his chest with great treasure and said, "Hongxiang is now about to get married!" My father went to the door several times to propose, but Hongxiang's father didn't say yes, nor did he say he didn't agree, he said that he meant to look at Hongxiang! I went to find Hongxiang today, but Hongxiang ignored me! You said, I'm the best friend who has played with Hongxiang since I was a child, why didn't she ignore me today? Is it because of something? ”

Wang Er doesn't know much about these things, and he doesn't seem to understand the feelings between men and women.

But yesterday was indeed extremely dangerous, if Sister Hongxiang was really caught by the fat pig young master, maybe something would happen!

Thinking back to yesterday's events now, Wang Erwu couldn't help but be afraid for a while.

Last night all night, he dreamed that he had been holding Sister Hongxiang's hand and running away desperately, and the fat pig behind him ran so fast that he woke up several times in one night.

Wang Zhaolian just asked casually, he didn't really want to get any specific answers from the mouth of Wang Er, who was usually submissive, how Wang Er and Zhao Hongxiang escaped back yesterday, and he didn't care at all.

What he cared about was that after he learned the news of Hongxiang's escape home from Wang Er's mouth, he immediately bought delicious food to see Hongxiang, why didn't Hongxiang even want to see him again?

Wang Zhaolian, who has been the center of the universe since he was a child, was very angry, and said to himself with some annoyance: "My mother said, after this year, when it comes to the temple fair on the second birthday of the Bodhisattva grandmother on February 2, she will come here again to ask for the Buddha, and this matter is guaranteed to be successful!" But today I was really angry with Zhao Hongxiang, this girl, hum, today we will come to ask first, maybe if you come to the Buddha and his old man will undertake this marriage today, and in the evening Hongxiang and his father will come to discuss with my father about the marriage before the Chinese New Year this year, so that there is no need to wait for half a year to deduct! How nice is that? You say yes, two? ”

When Wang Zhaolian said this, his head fell to the ground and he didn't get up anymore, and he kept praying to the Buddha statue of the Buddha.

Wang Er also followed the example of the young master, kowtowed respectfully to the Buddha statue with the palms of his hands upward, and muttered softly in his mouth.

But what he asked for was not to ask the Buddha to help the young master, but to ask the Buddha to help him.

He secretly prayed in his heart: "Sister Hongxiang, the older she is, the better she looks now, if she gets married, I don't know if she can marry me?" I also like Sister Hongxiang very much, this morning, Sister Hongxiang secretly sewed a cotton robe for me with the young master on her back, and I smelled the fragrance in her hair so good! If you can smell the fragrance of Sister Hongxiang every day, it would be very good, I think ......"

The more Wang Er thought about it, the farther he went, as if Sister Hongxiang had really married him, his nose was full of the wisps of fragrance that permeated Sister Hongxiang's body, and he felt that he had been intoxicated by the delicious aroma.

If there is really a spirit in the sky, I don't know if it will be depressed and entangled?

Two men come to ask for a woman, who should they help?

Wang Zhaolian prayed for a while, kowtowed for a while, kowtowed for a while, and prayed again!

So back and forth, tossing and turning until it was almost dark, then he stopped, and led Wang Er home proudly.

When he was about to walk to Liuzhen, Wang Zhaolian saw half of the sky in the town red from a distance, and thought it was a fire cloud on the edge of the sky.

Wang Er suddenly shouted: "Young master, it's not good! You see! Sister Hongxiang's house is on fire! ”

Wang Zhaolian was taken aback, and ran to Hongxiang's house, and Wang Er followed closely behind.

It's just that Wang Erzi is much shorter than Wang Zhaolian, and his figure is too thin, far less strong than Wang Zhaolian, and he is being pulled farther and farther away by Wang Zhaolian.

At this time, the fire was already burning very much, and several of Zhao Hongxiang's neighbors' houses were set on fire, and the fire was monstrous, spreading rapidly towards the center of the town!

What made Wang Er feel strange was that the fire was so big, the streets of Liuzhen were still empty, and no one came out to put out the fire!

The more Wang Er looked at it, the more strange he felt, and his little head was looking around, trying to find an acquaintance and ask what was going on?

But on the streets of Liuzhen, the doors of every house were closed at this time, and there was not even a sound of dogs barking!

Usually Liuzhen is very lively, and even in the middle of the night, there will be people who have lost all the gambling games and shout wildly on the street.

At this time, it was evening, and it stands to reason that there should be a lot of people who came out to put out such a big fire, right?

At this moment, Wang Zhaolian, who was running in front, suddenly shouted loudly: "Hongxiang! Red incense! Who are they? ”

Wang Er was about dozens of meters behind, and when he looked from afar, he saw Wang Zhaolian yelling at a strong man with a beard, who was viciously dragging Sister Hongxiang out of the burning pawnshop with a rope!

Sister Hongxiang was tied with a rope and struggled desperately on the ground.

The bearded man turned his head and saw Wang Zhaolian rushing over, but he didn't answer, and suddenly waved his right hand flatly.

I don't know where the big knife in the bearded right hand came from, Wang Zhaolian and Wang Er didn't see it beforehand!

Wang Er, who was in the distance, saw Wang Zhaolian's head flying up from a distance, and the blood in his neck was gushing like a spring, flying all over the sky!

Wang Zhaolian's corpse was in a hurry, and the huge inertia made his body still run forward more than a meter away, before he fell into the dust with a 'poof'!

Wang Zhaolian died in Huangquan instantly!

Wang Er, who was left behind, was completely stupid, he was shocked and frightened and a little confused, the world in his eyes would be distorted, upside down, elongated, and shortened, and the sudden huge stimulation made Wang Er feel that he was now feeling as if he was having a nightmare!

The bearded man continued to drag the red incense while impatiently wiping the blood stains on the big knife: "Mixed Seven, whose family is the person who just died?" ”

A man with a scar on his face dragged a woman out of a distant house and responded loudly: "The one who died is Wang Zhaolian, the eldest young master in the Xitou Teahouse in Liuzhen!"

The bearded man said angrily: "Fuck, don't mess with that old lady, you are now leading three people to kill all the people in the Xitou Teahouse!" ”

Scar Chaos threw down the woman he was dragging and shouted, "Someone! Come! Come on! ”

Wang Eryi, who was in a trance, was taken aback when he heard this, turned around and ran towards the Xitou Teahouse.

But as soon as he ran back a few steps, a lean man suddenly came out of the alley next to him!

Because Wang Er was in a hurry, he didn't notice that someone came out of the alley, and he hit this man headlong!

The lean man's body was very agile, he flashed to the side, raised his foot, and scolded angrily: "What is it? I'll fuck you! ”

Kicked Wang Er's head hard!

Wang Er didn't expect this to happen, and the whole person who was kicked by him flew up unsuspectingly, slammed into the wooden door on the opposite side, smashed the wooden door to pieces, and fell into the corner of the courtyard, and there was no sound.

The lean man spat at the unconscious Wang Er with disdain, took the bright long knife, and followed Scar Chaoqi towards the west teahouse.

By the time Wang Er opened his eyes again, it was already the middle of the night.

There was crying and smoke all around.

Someone outside banged on the gong and shouted: "If there are dead bodies in the house, all of them must be moved to this pile in the wheat factory in the south of the village, and they will be burned together. ”

Wang Er got out of bed in a daze, and as soon as he left the house, he saw a little old lady in the courtyard who was burning paper and crying in a low voice.

Wang Er was stunned and asked, "Second Grandma Liu, what's wrong?" ”

The little old lady raised her teary eyes and glanced at Wang Er, and wept and said: "Second son, alas, the Qingzhai bandits, I don't know where to get the letter, saying that Hongxiang that little girl is good-looking, what is it called in the glamorous state, the country and the city, my state his grandmother has legs, and his grandmother is light!" A little girl, good-looking fart? When they come down to take captivity, they will take captive to them? As a result, the township elder who had made a family deal with the Zhao family was not happy, and led the township soldiers to embarrass the Qingzhai bandits! Who knew that more than 1,000 people came to Qingzhai this time, these bandits who suffered a thousand knives killed the entire family of the township chief, killed all the people of the Hongxiang girl's family, and killed the township soldiers led by the township chief. I was also killed by this group of people, my old master, you died so bitterly, I ......"

The more Grandma Liu spoke, the more sad she became, and she began to cry loudly.

Wang Er didn't know what to say, and he didn't know what to do, but he felt a burst of coldness coming from his whole body.

He went out, turned the alley, and saw that every family on Liuzhen Street was carrying filial piety, everyone was burning paper, and everyone was crying.

There were groups of officials who came down from the state, carrying corpses to the wheat field in the south of the town.

Wang Er followed the crowd to the south of the town in a daze, and saw piles of firewood erected on the threshing field at this time, and a dead body was lying on each pile of firewood.

Not far in front of the firewood shelf, there is a wooden sign with the names of people written in red pen.

Wang Er also followed Wang Zhaolian to study in private school for a few days, and he also knew some words.

He looked past one by one from the wooden signs, which were full of familiar names.

Suddenly, Wang Er saw the young master's name--- Wang Zhaolian!

On the two pyres next to Wang Zhaolian, there are the bodies of the old man of the Wang family and the wife of the Wang family!

Wang Er was completely stunned.

The name Wang Er was given to him by the master of the Wang family.

Although the Wang family is not a big family, it can be regarded as a well-off family in Liuzhen.

Wang Er remembers that when he was very young, the old man of the Wang family said: "Master, I am also the life of this one son, what about you-although you picked it up, you are the person behind Zhaolian in this family, you are called - Wang Er!" The name will not be lost first, and when you grow up and become a human being in the future, after marrying a daughter-in-law, you can start up again! ”

Wang Er's brain stopped turning, and what was in front of him was clear for a while, and blurry for a while.

Now, the master is gone, the young master is gone, and the old lady is gone.

Nothing is gone.

The raging fire burns everything in the world.

It also puts an end to one proof after another that once existed.

When Wang Er finally saw what was in front of him, three wooden boxes were already placed in front of him.

On the simple wooden box are written in red pen the names of the young master, the lord and the lady!

Wang Er shouted steeply: "No! ”

Turn around and run.

The people around looked at each other, and an older man said, "Another crazy one, leave him alone, bury these three boxes in the Wang family's cemetery." ”

Wang Er ran hard, and I don't know how long it took for him to return to the temple.

The temple is still the same temple, and the front of the temple is still empty.

Wang Er stumbled and knelt on the futon.

The curtain around the idol is blown by the wind, undulating like a ghost's hand.

Wang Er secretly prayed in his heart: "Pray that the Buddha will resurrect the old man's family!" Then ask the Buddha to kill all those vicious bandits! ”

The sun rises and sets, and Wang Er's head knocks, which is a day and a night.

Wang Er thought to himself, I desperately begged the Buddha, the Buddha's magic power is boundless, and he is merciful and compassionate, and he will definitely do this!

When I get back to town, the old man and the young master will be waiting for me in the teahouse.

As the sky grew brighter, the fog rose in the morning, and the air became wet and cold!

Wang Er gradually became sleepy, and his consciousness gradually became a little blurred.

As if he was asleep, he suddenly heard the sound of his clothes being for a ride.

The sound was urgent and fast, just like the sound of the young master waving a wooden stick when he was playing!

Wang Er was excited, and thought to himself: "Could it be that the young master is looking for me?" ”

He looked up and saw a person jumping into the temple like a fly in the hazy mist!

The man was very tall and thin, like a big bamboo pole.

When the man saw Wang Er, he was a little surprised: "How can there be anyone?" Kid, hide behind the Buddha statue! ”

The slender bamboo pole didn't wait for Wang Er's reaction, and his long arm grabbed the back of Wang Er's neck and stuffed Wang Eryi into the gap between the Buddha statue and the wall.

Wang Er didn't know why, and peeked out in the gap of the lotus throne under the Buddha's throne.

The man with long hands and feet like a bamboo pole sat straight on the futon!

I saw that he was dressed in ordinary clothes, with a long sword hanging from his waist, the scabbard was extremely worn, and the hilt was dirty, and the hilt was in the place where he shook hands, and a few earth-colored rags were wrapped indiscriminately.

Wang Er wanted to continue to observe this bamboo pole man, but suddenly heard someone outside the temple shouting: "Dog thief, you can't run?" Why don't you get out of here and get caught? ”

The thin bamboo pole man did not answer, nor did he move, still sitting straight on the futon in front of the Buddha.

After a while, I only heard a few 'gurgling' sounds from the roof tiles of the temple.

Then the temple gate exploded a few times, and all of them were vigorously kicked to the side!

Six people jumped in from outside the temple.

Wang Er looked intently, and saw that these six people were fat, thin, tall and short, one of them was wearing brocade clothes, surrounded by jade belts, the clothes were different from others, the complexion was extremely white, and the hair was tied up high with a white jade belt, and he was quite handsome, and he seemed to be the leader of these six people!

A short and stocky man among the six took a step forward and shouted, "What's your name?" Who instructed you to do something that destroys all people? ”

The thin bamboo pole man on the futon slowly opened his eyes, but still did not stand up, he asked rhetorically, "Who are you?" Who are you? ”

The short and fat man was immediately furious: "Bastard King Eight Lambs! You are a little thief, but the guts of a dog are not small! The old man is a fast catcher in the public gate, and he has come to catch the thief! Ask you what about this, how dare you not answer? ”

Saying this, the short and fat man stepped forward and was about to draw a knife to chop the thin bamboo pole man on the futon with his backhand!

But when the short and fat man's fingers were about to touch the hilt of the knife, Wang Er suddenly felt a lightning bolt in this small temple!

Wang Er suddenly felt that his eyes lit up, and he didn't know what was going on!

After the lightning flashed, Wang Er looked out from the gap in the lotus throne, and was startled!

The thin bamboo pole-like man, who was obviously sitting on the futon just now, was already standing up at this time, holding the dirty long sword that originally hung on his waist!

On the tip of the sword, bright red blood was flowing downward at this time, and the blood dripped down the tip of the sword, falling into the dust drop by drop!

The short and fat man was desperately covering his neck with both hands at this time, and he covered it so hard that the green tendons on his hands burst out!

But the red liquid still kept pouring out of his fingers, down the arms and clothes of the short and fat man!

It was like a stream bursting out of a mountain stream!

The short and fat man seemed to want to say something more, and his mouth opened and closed like a fish that had just been fished out of water!

But his vocal tube was already ruptured, and he couldn't make any sound, only a few weird "gurgle" sounds!

The remaining five people, their faces changed color in unison, and they involuntarily took a step back.

After taking a step back, these five people seemed to feel that it was still not enough, and took a step back in unison!

Two people slammed into the temple wall, and the force was fierce, and the roof of the collision fell with dust!

The three people in the middle had already retreated to the temple gate with half a leg at this time!

The man in the brocade robe saw that he was already two feet away from the thin bamboo pole man at this time, and finally made up his mind, and shouted in a deep voice: "Bold maniac, dare to resist the law and arrest?" You kill the poor with a sword, according to the laws of Taizu, you should be the three clans! ”

The man in brocade said this, and with a trembling right hand, he took off a hand-crossbow with a rather delicate workmanship from his back waist, and pointed at the thin bamboo pole man who was still standing with a sword!

When the other four saw that the crossbow was aimed at the bamboo pole man, their faces became slightly better.

A man with a sallow face took half a step forward and said, "I advise you to quickly put down the murder weapon, kneel on the ground and be bound, and live a few more days!" If not, you'll be left dead now! ”

The thin bamboo pole-like man didn't lift his eyelids, and he still stood with his sword in his hand, as if he hadn't heard it!

Hearing only the sound of the 'horn', the short and fat man with the sword in his throat finally lost his breath, he fell straight backwards, smashed up a cloud of dust, convulsed a few times, and never moved again!

The thin bamboo pole man smiled slightly and asked, "Hehe! Dare to ask a few officials, why did you arrest me? ”

As he spoke, he carefully wiped the blood-dripping sword back and forth with Humpty Dumpty's clothes, and when the blood on the blade was wiped clean, he slowly returned the sword to its sheath as if no one was around!

He did this series of movements, and he drove it with ease, very naturally, as if he were doing a trivial thing.

The five officials who were alive were afraid of the power of the thin bamboo pole man's sword just now, and none of them dared to speak out and refute him!

The hand holding the crossbow machine couldn't stop trembling slightly at the moment!

Changshan, a thin bamboo pole man, still slowly sat back on the futon, and asked, "This official with a crossbow is a Jinyi guard, right?" ”

"I didn't expect it, I really didn't expect it, but Liu Changshui, a five-grade sesame petty official who killed a poor and remote country, would even dispatch Jinyi Guard? Hey hey ......"

The man in brocade said in a long voice: "Yes, since you know that it was Jinyi Wei who handled the case, do you dare to resist the law?" Aren't you afraid of the three tribes? ”