Everything went as I wished, and things went well.

Three days later, I arrived at the prison as promised.

Yes, I made an appointment with someone, and if all goes well, I'm going back.

Ask the question I've been wondering about:

Who are you?

The one who answered me was a middle-aged man, and although I don't know how long he had been locked up here, he was still as neat as new.

He said, "My name is Emperor Que."

I said, "You were already in prison when I was in prison, how did you know about these things?"

He said, "I know everything."

I said, "If you know everything, how can you still be trapped in prison?"

He said: I have never been trapped in prison, I just chose to wait for you here.

I said, "You said that the first day I was locked in, did you wait for me?"

He said, "It depends on whether you believe me or not."

I said, "I believe it now."

He said, "Then what I ask you to do next, will you do it?"

I said, "It depends on what it is."

He said, "Good things for you."

Then he said a lot, and seemed to say it for a long time, but as I was leaving, the guard said something clearly:

Gone so quickly.

Years later, when I look back on it, I always wonder if it was a dream.

I don't know where I came from, I don't know where I'm going, and I don't know why I never went to the prison to look for him again.

I never saw him again.

He said a lot, very carefully, and even said everything in which direction I should go home after I went out. I did as he asked me and finally got where I am today.

As for my family history, that's another story, and we'll talk about it next time after this incident has passed safely.

The man who called himself Emperor Que gave me everything I have now, but I didn't believe him at the beginning, so I didn't ask him what it was for.

I just vaguely remember that he seems to have mentioned that the next generation of "Guanshi" will appear in Getan City.

I don't know exactly what this view is. After many years of investigation, I vaguely came up with such an statement.

Those who observe the world observe this life and the next life, and know the past and future universe.

In this way, it seems that he is a fortune teller who is quite virtuous.

This is almost the end of my story, and now I will continue to talk about my uncle.

In the first half of my life, I did a lot of shady things, some of which I did for myself, and most of the rest for you.

Of course, you can also say that to do things for you is to do things for myself.

But he still lived up to his mother's expectations. She wanted me to have a clear conscience, and after doing so many things that hurt people, I was still ashamed after all.

I often have times when I can't sleep at night. You may not know it, but when I came out of prison, my first thought was to become a storyteller. Tell me a story I made up, which is my own story.

As for the reason, it's just because people won't look down on them because they use official language.

Okay, let's go back to my uncle.

From the very beginning, my uncle seemed to want him to do all these dirty things. But I didn't listen to him. He was very talented as a monk.

By the way, do you know what your talent is to be a monk?

No, it's not understanding, it's acting.

Uncle is very good at acting, with his robe on his body, and his eyes closed, he is a solemn living Buddha descending to earth. Our Shura Emperor worshipped Shura at the Shura Dojo, and both times my uncle chanted for him.

In addition, he has a mouth that can speak well, the people regard him as a master, you treat him as a monk, and the people in the rivers and lakes regard him as a brother.

When a monk achieves this point, it can be regarded as a complete merit.

You know, several times he came back to our house, with a roast dog leg in one hand and a wine jug in the other, and said to me with a mouth full of oil:

Lao Tzu is about to become a Buddha, and when he dies and burns out the relics, he must give Ali a family heirloom. Don't laugh, boy, even if you are out now, what is Yu Bancheng, it will indeed give our Lao Yu family face, but have you seen the emperor? Those things in your house, no matter how valuable they are, are all things on the market, can they compare to the relics burned by Lao Tzu? Do you know the relics? Can you buy them? No matter how rich you are, you can't buy them. As for Lao Tzu's relic, you have it at home, and Lao Tzu guarantees that your children and grandchildren will be prosperous and rich, and it will not be Yu Bancheng in less than two generations, it should be called Yu Quancheng.

I said to my uncle: I don't have any relics, and there are no relics in Tongji Temple. I have never seen an old monk who lived to be two hundred years old, so you try to let me see and understand.

The uncle was very happy, and he said that he was not happy to eat at home when he ate with the emperor.

I'm also very happy, our family is having a hard time, and I want them to live happily and a long time.

So on the day my uncle was kicked out of Tongji Temple, I didn't feel sad at all, and I was even a little happy. He finally doesn't have to force himself to be the face of our Yu family.

You don't know that, do you? No, you should. After all, the person who robbed my uncle of the presiding post was sent by your court.

It's okay, you don't have to come with me, I don't have a grudge.

Uncle is so tired, I have been able to walk so smoothly over the years, a large part of which is due to his secret efforts. Although I did all the dirty work for you, I couldn't have done it so neatly without the help of my uncle's friends.

Let's just say that I was still doing double-flower red sticks for a few years, and if it wasn't for my uncle secretly begging for protection, I would have been killed several times.

Tongji Temple is a national temple, and those in charge can not practice martial arts, but can only cultivate their minds. Once the monks practice martial arts, most of them are angry, and few Bodhisattvas bow their eyebrows. The national temple is the face of the empire, and if there is a monk with a full face, he will not be able to convince the people.

So over the years, my uncle has only learned his vertical and horizontal arts, not martial arts.

But such a powerless monk has the name of solitary in the rivers and lakes.

After being expelled from Tongji Temple, I bought my uncle a restaurant so that he could have something to do. But my uncle has always been righteous and squandering money, and when he comes to friends in the rivers and lakes, let alone asking for money, it can be regarded as earning if he doesn't send money out. Not long after the restaurant opened, a shopkeeper complained to me.

I don't care about these small money, my uncle is happy, after all, our family has been wronged all our lives, and we don't think about the scenery, we just hope that our family will not be wronged. So every month, he secretly allocated money to his listening rain building. Those who do things know that there is oil and water to be fished, so they fill their pockets openly.

As for me, as long as my uncle is having fun, he will turn a blind eye.

But the uncle refused, and after he knew about this, he arrested those who should not have eaten and beat them severely. Unfortunately, one of them was a gang member, and I specially arranged for him to eat in my uncle's restaurant and wait for death.

The gang kid was beaten back and complained, and when my uncle found out, he actually ran to take the blame in order not to affect my business.

You know that my uncle, who has been a monk for more than ten years, has been beautiful for more than ten years, and has long been accustomed to the days of carrying people in a sedan chair. He often recited a sentence that "the emperor Lao Tzu has to make a fool when he sees Lao Tzu", but he went to ask people for guilt with sincerity, and was beaten out again.

The last time he suffered this kind of grievance was when he was a Taoist priest almost twenty years ago. After nearly 20 years of hard work, you still let people be driven out of the gate, and if this thing changes you, you will not be happy.

In my uncle's words, I can endure this, and I can eat.

Only then did he become indignant in his chest, returned drunk at night, and fell off his horse, and it is said that his feet hooked the reins and were dragged dozens of feet away.

When he returned home, his face was covered in blood, which frightened the maids at home.

The uncle was depressed, and he was injured, and he was upset by the little girl's noise, and he really needed to vent his belly fire during the day, so he killed the girl.

As for the woman who was raped, she said that she was a close friend of the maid. Uncle has always been kind to everyone on weekdays, they are all from poor families, and they don't pay attention to any rules, so the servants and maids in the family are more or less dissolute. My mother did not object to this, and everyone was happy to see it, thinking that it was an elegant talk as a family style.

It happened that this maid brought a friend at this time, and the uncle drank and killed on a whim, and he couldn't see the woman's posture clearly in the night, so he saw the girl's convex and backward body, thinking that it was the new maid in the family, so he committed this incident.

You said, our Yu family, who has worked hard all the way from a poor family in the mountains to the present, has done so many things for Getan City and the imperial court, and has relieved many refugees in Getan. Kill a maid now, a girl, why not?

After the story was finished, another middle-aged man with a long beard in the room stroked his beard and said, "It's okay." ”

But when he heard a bang, the door was slammed open, and a man with a knife rushed into the house and shouted: "Corrupt officials and profiteers!

Before he arrived in front of the two, he was pressed to the ground by the masters of the hospital. One of the nurses did not forget to confess.

Yu Bancheng waved his hand and motioned to take the man down.

The knife-wielding man still roared: "The Yu family gangsters, kill my sister, insult my wife, I, Chen Ying, will not let you go!"

Yu Bancheng raised his glass and toasted the middle-aged man and said, "Then let him be a ghost." ”