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The bell of the evening prayer is getting louder and louder, and the worshippers are withdrawing from the Fox Confucius Temple one after another.

The tribute box in the temple was empty in the morning, and it became heavy in the evening.

In the past, the old beggar might have been tired to death and would not want to push this box, but now he is wide and fat, and he has all the strength. His skin, which was wrinkled by his old age, had been pulled away by the fat, making him look ten years younger.

The old beggar laid the box on the ground and poured out the contents. Tribute boxes often contain only jewels and shellfish, but today he found something strange.

He saw a palm-sized tortoise shell, a tortoise shell specially used for writing. This tortoise shell is not dark green, but has been deliberately painted black with squid ink, exuding an unpleasant fishy smell. The black tortoiseshell stood out among the white shells, making the old beggar feel uncomfortable.

The old beggar looked at the dense text on it, frowned, and called the little Taoist priest over.

The little Taoist priest took the tortoise shell and looked at it, immediately screamed, and hurriedly threw the tortoise shell on the ground, as if the tortoise shell suddenly caught fire.

It's been a long time since anyone in the temple heard the "Dreadnought God of War" scream like this. Su Ji, who was drinking in the backyard, rushed over when he heard the sound. He held a jar of daughter red in his hand, and asked drunkenly:

"What the hell is your name?"

The little Taoist's throat seemed to be suddenly plugged, and he couldn't even say a word. The old beggar pointed to the tortoise shell on the ground, and the back of the turtle was already soaked with cold sweat from the palm of the little Taoist priest.

Su Ji picked it up and looked at it, and the wine suddenly woke up for seven points, his eyes were fixed on the tortoise shell, as if he wanted to see through the hard tortoise shell, and the surprised expression on his face was exactly the same as that of the little Taoist.

The old beggar looked dazed, could it be that the turtle shell was cast by someone with a spell, which could turn the people who looked at it into stone?

At this time, the good fortune boy came over.

Su Ji didn't speak, only handed him the tortoise shell in his hand. The old beggar felt that when the rich man saw it, he would definitely become a statue.

However, when the good fortune boy looked at it, his face was expressionless, and his two eyes kept rolling.

"What is written?" asked the old beggar curiously.

The good fortune boy unhurriedly put the tortoise shell into his arms, and said lightly:

"Someone asked us for two things. ”

The old beggar asked, "Why did he ask us for something?"

"He knows who we are, and what we secret. ”

The old beggar was stunned, muttered for a long time, and suddenly asked:

"He's going to ...... What two things?"

"He asked for a thousand gold shells, and a man's head. ”

"Whose head?"

The Good Fortune Boy shook his head and stopped talking.

Su Ji sighed and replied for the good fortune boy:

"I want your son's head. ”

As soon as Su Ji's words fell, the old beggar sat on the ground with weak legs, and asked crying:

"If you want money, why do you want my son's life?"

The good fortune boy said: "I found out a few days ago that the entrance to the tunnel was opened, and it must be a woman who has been ravaged by a flower tumor to learn about our details and want to take revenge. ”

The little Taoist priest shuddered and asked, "Won't those holes be exposed, won't she already tell us about it?"

Su Ji replied: "If she had said it, I am afraid that the people of Chaoge would have already been killed." Besides, exposing us may not do us much good for a woman who has been ruined. Just ......"

When the words came to his mouth, he suddenly stopped, and Su Ji felt that his throat suddenly dried up, so he picked up the wine jar and kept drinking.

The little Taoist priest asked anxiously, "Say it quickly!"

The good fortune boy followed Su Ji's words and said:

"I'm afraid there is more than one person who knows our secrets. A thousand golden shells, with a woman will definitely not be able to move. As he spoke, he looked around and asked, "Have you seen where Fengzi Niangniang has gone, and you haven't seen anyone else in the past few days?"

The little Taoist priest remembered the quarrel that day, looked at Su Ji with a solemn face, and said:

"He may have been scolded and walked away. We must find him as soon as possible, and then ......" The little Taoist priest was halfway through his words, and suddenly he couldn't go on.

The good rich boy took his words and said coldly:

"Then, kill him!"

The old beggar's eyes were red, and he stared blankly at the few people around him, his eyes glazed over, and he didn't say a word.

Hearing only a "bang", Su Ji smashed the wine jar to pieces, and his best daughter was sprinkled all over the ground. He exclaimed:

"Don't forget! I'm up to the last word here! As long as I'm alive, no one will touch him!"

The rich man said coldly: "If you don't kill him, we all have to die!"

Su Ji grabbed the collar of the rich boy and shouted:

"Kill him, and the person who engraved the lettering won't keep it a secret for us!"

"If we don't kill him, someone will definitely expose us!"

Su Ji and the good wealth boy argued in a high voice and a low voice.

At this moment, the sound of the stone slab opening suddenly came from below.

Several people looked at the entrance of the tunnel at the same time, only to see that the head of the flower tumor had pushed up the stone slab. His shirtless upper body was covered with mud, his lower body was covered in dirty linen pants, and the tumor on the top of his head was scratched by the sharp stone wall, and pus and blood flowed.

He crawled out of the hole, put the slate back in place, and said breathlessly:

"The entrance to the cave in the city has been blocked by me, and there will be no evidence left. ”

Su Ji looked at Hua Tu'er, and couldn't help but think of the matter of sending Zi Tea, and didn't know whether to resent him or sympathize with him, so he had to hand him his daughter Hong, and said:

"Let's take a sip first. ”

Hua Tuo'er didn't take the wine jar, but just turned around and walked towards the statue of the god of Fengzi Niangniang.

There are seven rows of tall mahogany shelves below the statue, and each row is filled with a half-foot-high white porcelain statue of Fengzi Niangniang, which is kind and solemn, snow-white and warm. Each pedestal has a name written on it, and these are the names of women who came to ask for children, and there are more than a hundred people. Hua Tuo'er picked up the white porcelain statue with Mrs. Wang's name written on it, and said sadly:

"I was a cheap one. If it weren't for Brother Ji helping me save my life, how could I have a happy life today? It's a pity that this good day is coming to an end! It's a bargain to exchange a cheap life for the lives of four people!"

"Wow!"

The white porcelain statue fell to the ground, shattered, and Hua Tu'er picked up a piece of broken porcelain, trembling and approaching his throat, and said:

"Brother Ji, please take care of my father!"

Su Ji's eyes were split, and he screamed and rushed forward.

"Brother!"

Before the sound fell, the flower tumor had already cut her throat with a sharp porcelain piece!

In an instant, the blood mist steamed, and the red blood gushed out, splashing onto the snow-white porcelain statues, like a little cinnabar......

On the morning of the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, Su Ji's nurse found a white cloth bag on the side of her disabled right leg. You can smell the faint scent of Longyan on the bag, and it is full of golden shells.

The nurse receives such a sum of money every year, which is enough for her to live comfortably for the rest of her life. Every time she gets the money, she feels both happy and scared. Because someone can enter the house at night and deliver a fortune, he can also take her life at any time.

She didn't know where the money came from or who sent it, but she knew that it was the case on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, and this year was no exception.

The nurse removed her disabled right leg and brought the white cloth bag in front of her. To her surprise, the bag weighed twice as much as usual, and the white cloth bag was bulging with a full golden shell.

In addition to the golden shell, there was one more thing in the bag, a black tortoise shell.

When the nurse saw the tortoiseshell, she wept bitterly, crying and crying. What exactly she saw on the tortoiseshell, no one knows.

That year, the people of Chaoge were most concerned about the two bizarre bloody cases that occurred in the Wang family in Chali.

First of all, Wang Laoqian, the only son of the king of Chali, disappeared for no reason, and only one arm was found after several investigations.

According to the person in charge of the search in Dangsu Province, the arm was found in the cemetery under the star-picking platform. At that time, he was still holding a shovel in his arm, which was very strange.

According to the clues found in the cemetery, it can be inferred that Wang Laoqian had dug graves in the cemetery alone, digging the graves of many people, as if he was looking for something good, but no one knew what he was looking for. He never mentioned it to anyone during his lifetime.

So far, Wang Laoqian's whereabouts have become an unsolved case.

About ten months after Wang Laoqian's disappearance, his wife, Mrs. Wang, had not been pregnant for ten years and was fortunate to have a son. This made the people of Chaoge very puzzled, because many people heard that Wang Laoqian was already incomplete.

However, the whole Wang family was happy. The king of the tea regarded this as a great joy, but what he didn't expect was that Mrs. Wang was bleeding more than when she was about to give birth, and half of the basin of water was dyed full of blood.

Although the child was saved, Mrs. Wang died due to excessive bleeding.

Seeing that the happy event turned into a funeral event in an instant, the king of Chali was heartbroken, blamed the midwife for not doing well, and ordered someone to tie her to a pillar and beat her.

At this moment, the family outside the door reported that a distinguished guest came to visit.

The king of the ordinary guest tea would never meet at such a time, and when the family said that the person who came was the rich son of Qingling Temple, he hurriedly rushed to the door to greet him.

The good fortune boy said: "This time, I came only for one person. ”

"Immortal Prince, who is it?" asked the King of Chali.

"Your son. ”

The king of the tea asked ecstatically, "Immortal Gongzi has the whereabouts of my son's disappearance?"

The good fortune boy shook his head and said slowly: "I don't mean your eldest son, but your second son......"

The king of the tea didn't react for a while. The Wang family has been passed down for several generations, and he only has one son, Wang Laoqian, how can he have a second son? He pondered for a moment, and suddenly his eyes widened, and he was shocked, and suddenly remembered that Mrs. Wang had just given birth to a boy!

The good fortune boy smiled indifferently and said, "Maybe it should be your grandson......"

The king of the tea was suddenly stunned, his expression became more and more nervous, and he had to praise with admiration:

"The fairy boy has never seen my doll, but he knows whether he is a man or a woman, and he is really a god!"

The good fortune boy shook his head and said: "This is not my supernatural power, just because the fox master has something to say." ”

"Master, what do you command?"

"The fox master said that the future life of the Wang family is the reincarnation of a spirit child. If you can send it to the Master on the day of your ninth birthday, you will be very successful in the future. ”

After the good fortune boy said, the king of tea happily bowed and said:

"Thanks to the master's mercy, the old man will send his grandson to the temple on time without delay. ”

The good fortune boy nodded, got up and walked out. When he crossed the first threshold, he saw the midwife tied to a stone pillar, and sighed:

"The mother of the spirit child, the blood sacrifice to the mortal body, this is destined, why blame others. ”

The king of tea suddenly realized, and hurriedly ordered the family to untie the midwife from the pillar. The midwife faced the rich boy and bowed three times, and then took the door away.

Looking at her limping back and disappearing at the door, the good rich man smiled indifferently.