In Nanhai City, in the southern Xinjiang of China, a tall and mighty young man came to perform on the street, and his performance of the "Three Transformations of Secret Hands" is amazing. No matter what the object is, in his hands, he is extremely obedient, and he can go wherever he wants, not sticking to the form of props, and the variety is endless.

On this day, in the downtown area of Nanhai City, this young man came out of the stall, and as soon as he set up the table for the show, he was surrounded by the enthusiastic audience on three floors and three floors.

In a nearby stall, the young man sold three pears on the table, and then fastened them in three large bowls. I saw him stretch out his index finger, and between the first and second bowls, he made a lightning comparison, and then opened it, and saw that both pears had run to the bottom of the second bowl. He rebuttoned it, pressed the second bowl with his hand, said one word - "no", opened it and looked again, and the two pears buckled under the bowl were gone.

When the curious audience pointed to the third bowl and talked about it, the young man smiled and opened the third bowl leisurely, but inside was a big apple!

For a while, the applause was endless.

At this time, a young man with sharp beak and monkey cheeks squeezed through the crowd, stepped forward, and asked provocatively: "Hey, I said that you are a performer, you are fooling people like this every day, do you have a better performance?"

This guy's name is Qian Baliang, and he is a well-known gangster on the streets of Nanhai City.

The young man spread his hands unhurriedly and said, "One of the three pears that disappeared is on your body." ”

Qian Baliang frowned, and was just about to open his mouth to scold, when suddenly he felt that there was something in his trouser pocket?

The young man clenched his fists, made a square bow, took out a black cloth sewn pocket from his arms, bowed down and said politely: "Ranking officials, no gentleman does not raise artists." If you give more, you will reward, if you give less, you will encourage, and if you don't bring gold or silver with you, thank you for coming to support me!" After saying that, he opened the mouth of the cloth bag, and walked around the crowd, and everyone threw gold or silver into the cloth bag while cheering, and only heard the gold and silver colliding and clanging.

After walking around, suddenly, the young man's face tightened, and he hurriedly picked up the cloth bag, took a step back, and saw a ragged young man with his hand in the bag, staggering to the center of the field, and holding one or two lines of silver in the palm of his hand.

Everyone was stunned, silent, the ragged young man was in a hurry, pushed the young man violently, snatched the cloth bag with his hand, pulled his legs and ran towards the exit of the downtown area, stunned, had jumped out more than ten steps away.

The young man shook his head, "Alas!", sighed, he silently walked to the table, two fingers picked, the apple flew in his hand as if it was alive, only to see him wave his hand, the apple flew out, drawing a long arc, only to hear a "pop" sound, accurately hit the back of the ragged man's head, a dog gnawed, fell to the ground, the gold and silver in the cloth bag, scattered all over the ground.

Several young spectators stepped forward, grabbed the young man in rags, punched and kicked him, and finally twisted him to the county office.

The young man paced over, squatted down, carefully looked at the ragged young man, and was taken aback, he hurriedly stood up, hugged his fists at the crowd, and said: "The world is going down, the world is difficult, life is not easy, I don't care, the old and young masters, just spare this young man." ”

The young man was the master of suffering, and the young man in rags had robbed him of the gold and silver that he had earned through his hard work, and instead of resentment, he pleaded for the thief, and everyone thought it was very strange that he must have had the kindness of a bodhisattva.

As the sun sets, night falls, and the middle-aged man puts away his stall and prepares to go home.

Suddenly, the ragged young man limped out of an inconspicuous corner, and said in a strange manner: "Wang Binghua, Shibei three days, when you are impressed, you are really living a beautiful life now, you have learned my father's craft to swagger and cheat, and you have a lot of income, and you dare to show my foreign appearance, you are angry with me, you ...... You...... You, not only made me embarrassed in public, but also attracted a beating, what are your intentions? ”

The past is unbearable!

Since ancient times, heroes have suffered a lot, this young man, his name is Wang Binghua, he is actually the reincarnation of an angel soul who saved the world and the people by the will of the two gods of Jehovah and Satan, when he was four years old, the demon world invaded China, and his parents were innocently killed by the devil, leaving him lonely and helpless at a young age, living in troubled times, living on the streets, becoming a beggar, thanks to the mercy of a kind hermit, he was brought home and accepted as an apprentice of the mantle. Wang Binghua sighed and said, "Zhou Chaoliang, three years ago, didn't you steal your master's two big ingots and run away from home in a fit of rage?

It turned out that this person's name is Zhou Chaoliang, he is the only son of the young man Wang Binghua's teacher Zhou Rentang, who has coveted his father's unique job since he was a child, but the old man Zhou just refused to teach him, and later, adopted the orphan Wang Binghua as an apprentice, and taught him everything, Zhou Chaoliang's heart was even more resentful, three years ago, he angrily stole two big ingots that his father had worked so hard to save, and ran away from home without saying a word, but he was unexpectedly taken up the mountain by a group of bandits, and the two ingots were snatched away, and he was beaten half to death, coercing him to fall into the grass。

This gang of bandits, all of them are outlaws, they are lawless, do evil, burn, kill, plunder, and rape** Female, scourge the people, do all kinds of evil, blood debts, full of evil, angry and resentful, attracted the encirclement and suppression of the 100,000 army of the imperial court, the bandit leader Ren Tianzhi is stubborn and arrogant, eggs touch stones, self-defeating, crazy and stubborn, shouting to be captured alive, and then killed, the tree fell and scattered, the bandit team of the rabble was leaderless, and was instantly disintegrated and scattered, one by one became prisoners, Zhou Chaoliang took advantage of the chaos to escape, and ended here, to be honest, he was so hungry that he didn't eat a bite of food for three days.

Wang Binghua said: "The old man was not in good health, three months after you left, the master drove to the west, I kept filial piety for his old man for three years, the filial piety period just expired, came to the street, and lived on the craftsmanship passed on by the old man." ”

Zhou Chaoliang's heart was sour, and he said: "It's all because of you that my father didn't teach me." Hmph, I really don't know, who is his own son!"

Wang Binghua felt guilty, took Zhou Chaoliang to a restaurant, and ordered a table of dishes.

Zhou Chaoliang feasted on his own, Wang Binghua watched quietly from the side, and said: "The old man is kind to me in preaching and teaching, since you and I meet today, I will not ignore you." Come home with me, and in the future, if you have a bite to eat from me, you will have a bite to eat. ”

Zhou Chaoliang silently followed Wang Binghua all the way home, and when he was about to reach the door of his house, he stopped and said: "Wang Binghua, I, Zhou Chaoliang, am a self-reliant person, I have arms and legs, and I have strength, I don't need you to give alms, if you really want to help me, return my father's craftsmanship to me, I want to learn the ability to make a living, and you don't have to feel guilty." ”

Wang Binghua lowered his head, was silent for a long time, and said: "I'm sorry, this, I'm afraid it won't work, the old man had a request before he died, but since you have gone home, I will try my best to help you find another livelihood to do." ”

That night, there was a sandstorm, and the sand flew all over the sky, making a "whine" sound.

When Wang Binghua got up and went out the next day, he found that Zhou Chaoliang was kneeling at the gate of his house, covered in yellow sand, and the dirty ash on his face was crying: "Wang Binghua, I have no long skills, and I have nowhere to live, if you refuse to teach me, I might as well die now." ”

The master was ancient, Wang Binghua's heart was like a knife, and he hurriedly stepped forward to help, but Zhou Chaoliang looked at him in a daze and said: "If you don't agree to teach me, I will never be able to kneel up." ”

Wang Binghua's heart was desolate. After noon, he bit his lip and said to Zhou Chaoliang: "Have you thought about it?

Zhou Chao's bright head is like pounding garlic.

Wang Binghua was silent for a long time, pulled him up, took him to his room, walked to the south wall, lifted the curtain, and a statue of Bodhi Ancestor came into view. He put three sticks of incense in the incense burner, and asked Zhou Chaoliang to kneel down and kowtow three times in a row. "This craft is created and passed down by the ancestors of Bodhi, and it has been passed down from generation to generation. After completing their studies, they should support their families, do not commit rape and harm others, accumulate virtue and do good, and practice hard, otherwise, it will be difficult to enter the house. If the mind is not right, the heavens and the earth will be destroyed. ”

Zhou Chaoliang said: "Of course, this is right. ”

Wang Binghua continued: "One is to steal, the second is to gamble, and the third is to deceive the teacher and destroy the ancestors." He read it again, and Zhou Chaoliang followed the oath.

Wang Binghua saw that Zhou Chaoliang was determined and sincere, so he also put his heart at ease, and after that, he closed the door and taught carefully.

This craft is divided into three parts, the first is barter, mainly relying on skillful techniques, which can steal beams and change pillars in full view; The second is to control the object, there is a sense between the hand and the object, guide the object to the heart, the god does not know, the ghost is unconscious, and the use of thin fishing line and fish hook to practice; The highest stage is the subject, which can be thrown casually, and a hundred steps through the Yang, no problem.

In a flash, half a year has passed, and Wang Binghua is very relieved to see Zhou Chaoliang eating and sleeping, pondering his skills. And Zhou Chaoliang's talent is extraordinary, his skills have improved by leaps and bounds, and he soon mastered the first two parts skillfully, but what made him wonder was that Wang Binghua didn't say a word about the highest level of photography.

That night, Zhou Chaoliang tossed and turned, never able to sleep, and thought in his heart: "He Wang Binghua is an orphan, he was pitied by my father and brought home as an apprentice.

Early the next morning, Zhou Chaoliang decided to question Wang Binghua, but unexpectedly, he came to Wang Binghua's house, knocked on the door for a long time, and there was no response, until the sky was dark, and Wang Binghua was not seen going out.

Zhou Chaoliang was suspicious, dipped his hand in saliva, pierced the window paper, and saw that the house was empty. He immediately took a wire, pulled the latch through the crack in the door, and carefully felt into the room.

It turned out that Wang Binghua had been away for a long time, but before leaving, he used his technique to lock the door in reverse.

At this moment, Zhou Chaoliang was so angry that he stomped his feet, thought about it, and said with a sneer: "Wang Binghua, if you can run a monk, you can't run the temple, you built such a good courtyard, from now on, it will belong to me." ”

In a blink of an eye, half a month passed, and Zhou Chaoliang calmly regarded Wang Binghua's house as his home, slept until noon every day, and stopped practicing his skills.

On the streets of Nanhai City, it is bustling, people come and go, and the river is endless. Zhou Chaoliang went out for a stroll after eating and drinking, and suddenly, he was in mind. He went back and forth to the downtown area with a lot of people, and the gold and silver in the pockets of people on the street would always disappear, at first it was just a few people, and then more and more people were lost, and the amount was getting bigger and bigger, no matter how high your vigilance was, you didn't notice it at all, and the Nanhai City government sent officials to investigate for a long time, without any eyebrows.

With gold and silver in his hand, every night, Zhou Chaoliang would go to the most famous underground gambling house in the local area to make money. After a few rounds, the people who shouted five and drank six were all depressed, and only he made a lot of money. The brows of the anti-cheating seat tube in the gambling room were twisted into knots, and he smacked his lips and said secretly: "Strange, I can't see any flaws, could it be that this kid is too lucky?"

Although Zhou Chaoliang did not learn all the skills, but when he walked his legs and stretched out his hand, his waist bag became bulging, and it was enough, every time he returned to the house, closed the door, and counted the gold and silver that came by the way, he felt as if he was living a life more beautiful than the gods.

On this day, Zhou Chaoliang came to the restaurant again, and was eating and drinking in the private room, when Qian Baliang suddenly pushed the door, broke in, and slapped Zhou Chaoliang's head: "There is a hundred-mile string of hands in the downtown area, and there is an invisible old man hidden in the casino, and others don't know who it is? I know! Boy, who showed you the way? When you enjoy happiness, why do you forget your brother?"

Zhou Chaoliang sneered, took out a piece of gold from his baggage, and said, "How come, if you didn't help me find out that Wang Binghua is here, where would I go to make a fortune?"

Qian Baliang and Zhou Chaoliang are friends of Fa Xiao, when he grew up, he didn't do his job, he was idle, and after he was angry with his father and mother, he was alone, and no one controlled him, so he kept hanging out with a group of ruffians and hooligans who bullied and dominated the market, picking quarrels and provoking trouble, and doing evil. Once drunk, he heard Xiao Zhou Chaoliang talk about his family, and afterwards he asked Bao to find out where Wang Binghua was, but unexpectedly, it happened to be in the local area.

Qian Baliang took the gold into his arms, tore a piece of roast chicken, and asked, "I haven't seen him for a long time, where have you gone?"

Zhou Chaoliang blinked his eyes and said: "It's been half a month since I disappeared, and I was distressed to teach it, so I played golden cicada with me." ”

Qian Baliang said: "What are you afraid of? Isn't the house still in our hands?"

Zhou Chaoliang took a sip of wine and said, "He'd better die outside and don't come back." ”

After hearing this, Qian Baliang hurriedly stepped forward and said, "As long as you want, I can really do it." Wouldn't you feel more at ease if he disappeared?"

Zhou Chaoliang's eyes rolled around a few times, and he asked with a gloomy face, "Do you have a way?"

Qian Baliang touched his neck and said: "How far can he go in half a month? As long as he doesn't go out of the province, not to mention in Anzhou, even when he arrives in Caozhou City, I can contact my brother and I can do the same." Well, no one is doing things for nothing, is there?"

Zhou Chaoliang pulled out of the burden and said, "Don't say anything, please smile." We have a friendship with this buddy, I can't treat you badly. ”

That night, the two of them got drunk and came out of the restaurant, I don't know why? Zhou Chaoliang was inexplicably flustered, and always felt that something was wrong? Suddenly, Qian Baliang grabbed his neck, suddenly turned into another way, and then looked around and said, "It's not good, someone is following us." Zhou Chaoliang turned into a cold sweat drunkenly, looked around, under the moonlight, the silence was terrifying, and there was a faint figure in the corner of the wall in front of him.

Qian Baliang quietly stepped forward, and suddenly, a sharp dagger flew out of nowhere, and was accurately inserted into Qian Baliang's back, and he fell to the ground and died without saying a word.

Zhou Chaoliang was so frightened that he didn't dare to speak, he trembled and retreated, but the shadow suddenly disappeared. He shouted, "Mommy," and ran away, snorting and finding a road and stopping a carriage. Without looking at it, he took out a piece of yellow gold from his pocket, handed it to the coachman, and said, "Master, take a ride on you, and ...... Fast...... Come on. ”

The coachman told him to get into the car, and with a "drive", the horse ran forward as fast as he could. Zhou Chaoliang looked back at the black alley, and let out a long breath, but unexpectedly, the carriage suddenly turned into a black alley, and the coachman reined in his horse's head and stopped walking.

"Fuck, don't stop!" Zhou Chaoliang scolded, the coachman patted him on the back, and under the moonlight, Zhou Chaoliang recognized Wang Binghua's face.

"Since ancient times, the craft has been passed on from inside to outside, why is the old man unwilling to pass it on to you? Wang Binghua didn't go away at all, he didn't say goodbye, in order to watch in the dark, which is the most important part of testing his apprentices.

Zhou Chaoliang was anxious, took out a dagger, and wanted to commit murder. was taken away by Wang Binghua strongly.

Wang Binghua said to himself: "Master, you really didn't look away. Apprentice obeys the rules, today, I hope your old man can forgive me. ”

The dagger was snatched away, and Zhou Chaoliang hurriedly rolled out of the carriage like a frightened mouse, got up, and ran madly without his life.

Wang Binghua stood firmly, with an extra edge in the cuff of his right hand, and he muttered sadly: "One is not to steal, two is to gamble, and three is to deceive the teacher and destroy the ancestors." Anyone who violates this ordinance and harms others will be killed with a photographic technique. Then, he threw his hand out, but saw a dagger, like an eye, shooting at the back of Zhou Chaoliang, who was fleeing for his life......

"Good kill!" Tong Qing inspected, witnessed the whole process, revealed his true identity, revealed his identity, and introduced Wang Binghua into the Bloody Flying Eagle Action Brigade for the way of heaven, eliminating harm for the people, eliminating violence and peace, and protecting the safety of the earth, and since then, he has started a new life course.