"A master of the sun?"

Wang Hong immediately thought of Chen Wang.

"Then there are two Lao, send me back to the yang world."

"Okay."

Qingmian and Chimian agreed and returned from the way Wang Hong came.

When they arrived at the stone bridge, the bridge keeper glanced at Wang Hong, looked displeased, and said to the two ghost officials:

"Green noodles, red noodles, you two are really getting more and more ignorant. You want to cross the bridge to go to the yang world, why do you still bring a ghost? ”

"Hehe, he's not a ghost. Not so long ago, he just walked over the bridge, have you forgotten? The green face laughed.

"Without a body, what is he not a ghost? There are so many ghosts walking across this bridge every day, how can I remember this one. The bridge keeper said coldly.

"My lord, it was the two chamasters of Qingmian and Chimian who brought me here just now, and they even talked to adults." Wang Hong said urgently.

"Wang Jun doesn't need to say much, it's not that he doesn't remember, he just deliberately doesn't admit it."

Chimian stopped Wang Hong, and turned to the bridge guard:

"Wang Jun is a member of the Wang clan of Chenjun, born in a family of lords, and has done good deeds all his life, and he came here for a reason. He was not yet dying, and the king asked us to send him back. Do you want to intercept it too? ”

"What kind of background he is, whether he is exhausted or not, it has nothing to do with me. As for the king's order, it is the king of your family, not the king of my family, so you don't come to scare me. I am a bridge keeper, and I only know this bridge, and all ghosts can only enter and not exit. "The bridge keepers are very stubborn.

"Do you really want to slap the king's face like this? When the king finds out, he will be very angry......"

"Are you using your king to press me? It's a pity that this bridge is not under the control of your king! I am the keeper of the bridge, and as long as I am here, I will not let any ghost cross this bridge and return to the yang world. Otherwise, I will be punished for dereliction of duty, but no one will be able to stand for me. Leave at once, or you're welcome!" ”

The bridge keeper had a sharp fork in his hand, and he looked like he was about to turn his face if he continued to talk.

Qingmian and Chimian had no choice but to take Wang Hong to retreat a few steps first.

"What can I do?" Wang Hong was anxious.

If he can't go back, not only will his mother and wife lose their support, and the evening will be miserable, but even his father will continue to suffer in hell and will not be able to extricate himself.

The green face and the red face looked at each other, and they were also a little helpless.

Qingmian suddenly thought of something, and suggested: "My lord once said that if Wang Jun has the help of nobles, he will turn evil into good fortune. Why don't we wait here to see if things will turn around. ”

"Waiting here? When? Red Face asked.

"Don't wait too long. According to the time of the yang world, Wang Jun has been dead for two or three days. It was summer, the weather was hot, and the body could not be kept for long, and if the king could not return within six or seven days, it would be too late.

The time of the underworld is different from that of the yang. In the end, we'll only have to wait here for another three or four hours at most. Qing Mian explained.

Then, he turned his head and asked Wang Hong what he thought.

Wang Hong could only nod.

The only noble person he could think of was Chen Wang.

Mr. Chen does have the same means as an immortal.

However, the bridge keeper didn't even give face to the king of the underworld, after all, Mr. Chen was just a person from the yang world, even if he made a move, could it be useful?

What's more, Mr. Chen may not know that he has died.

Wang Hong sighed and couldn't help but feel hopeless.

But he doesn't seem to be able to do anything else.

……

In the light rain and morning light, the first leaves are smelled.

A light rain made the summer morning exceptionally cool.

Chen Wang walked out of the door, stretched his waist, and took a deep breath of the oncoming cool breeze, which was very comfortable.

I washed my face first, and then I took out a toothbrush made of horsetails, dipped it in green salt, brushed my teeth, rinsed my mouth, and was refreshed.

He came up with this method of making a toothbrush from a horsetail.

In the past, the master used to soak the willow branches in water, bite them open when they used them, and brush their teeth with comb-like fibers, which was called "morning chewing tooth wood".

Chen Wang is not used to it. So, according to the method in the world like "Zhuang Zhou Dream Butterfly", a horsetail toothbrush was made.

After the master dipped it in green salt and used it, he threw away the habit of "chewing tooth wood in the morning" without pity......

As soon as I finished washing, there was a knock at the door.

When I opened the door, I saw the woman opposite, holding a tray in her hand, on which was a bowl of soup cakes, steaming hot and fragrant.

"The soup cake that Mr. ordered yesterday ......" The woman lowered her head, a little afraid to look at Chen Wang.

She had obviously been carefully groomed, but a mischievous strand of hair ran out and hung down her sideburns.

"I'm tired."

Chen Wang took the soup cake.

Poured into his own bowl as usual, and when he returned the bowl and tray, there were a few coins on the tray.

The woman took the bowl and turned to leave.

At the beginning of the light rain, the morning breeze was cool, Chen Wang did not go back to the house, he sat on the stone bench in the courtyard, snoring a bowl of hot noodle soup and stomach, although there was no shredded meat, and even lacked oil, but he ate warmly in his belly, extremely satisfied.

Coarse tea and light rice are full of three meals, sweet in the morning and sweet in the evening.

After eating, Chen Wang had nothing to do, and was ready to go to the bookstore again.

His reading speed is very fast, and the book "Zhiwei" looks thick, but there are not many words, he has already read it, and even read it again.

The days when there were no books to read were extremely boring for him.

When I went out, I just locked the courtyard door, and saw that the woman opposite happened to be at the door.

The woman had just packed up her trolley and was fetching a bucket of water from the canal, putting it on the trolley, ready to go to the stall.

Chen Wang suddenly thought of something and asked, "Excuse me, is the water used in the bowl of noodle soup you cooked in the morning also the water from this ditch?" ”

"Naturally. It's all living water that I picked up with my own hands, and it definitely won't stay overnight. The woman blinked, looked at Chen Wang, and said very seriously.

Chen Wang raised his eyes and saw the grandmother who was washing the wooden barrel not far away, and suddenly felt that the bowl of noodle soup in the morning didn't seem to be so fragrant.

"What's the problem? But the taste is not to Mr. Appetite, or rather, after Mr. eats it, where is the discomfort? The woman chuckled in her heart, and her eyes looked like panicked fawns.

"Nope." Chen Wang waved his hand, knowing that the woman had misunderstood, "It's just that my well water is slightly sweet, and I prefer to drink it." Can you bother to help me cook the dough in the future, using my well water? Oh, I'm not going to let you work hard in vain, I can give you some reward. ”

"Not necessarily. I'm going to fetch water anyway, so it doesn't take much effort. The woman hurriedly said.

Her tone was much more relaxed.

As long as it's not that the dough she cooks is not good.

Chen Wang smiled at the woman, took a step, and left slowly.

As soon as he walked to the mouth of the alley, he saw a person coming with a horse, and when he saw Chen Wang, he pulled the reins, turned over and dismounted.