Chapter 131

Lu Zhengkang had a good time, "tell me, how do you want to compare?"

"Kunqing said with a smile:" if you only compare one item, it will make you lose cleanly, and the little bald donkey will have to cry. How about we win two games in three events? "

"You don't have a lot of skills and a lot of tone. Come up with some crooked tactics and put them on your horse. If you frown, I'm not a hero."

The onlookers laughed, and little Sami called himself a hero.

"In the first inning, we choose one guest in public to do divination. Even if it's true or false, it all depends on the opinions of the people around us. What's the matter?"

Lu Zhengkang nodded with a smile, "it depends on you."

Kunqing picked a middle-aged man in cloth clothes. He was the kind of craftsman. He was full of vicissitudes. He had the hope for life and the pursuit of happiness in his eyes.

"Brother, did you get some money stolen by someone a month ago?"

"Yes."

When Kun Qing asked, the other side answered, and nine times out of ten he said yes, only once or twice.

All the way to calculate that this craftsman ten years ago, all kinds of private affairs and strange things came out one after another, so that people almost learned Sichuan Opera to change face, kunqing finally stopped.

The crowd applauded.

"Lottery!"

"Lottery!"

What a brilliant Taoist!

As the laughter faded away, people stared at Lu Zhengkang.

The little monk looked around, walked to the crowd, looked up at the crowd, his eyes reflected the faces, the human body stretched on his full moon like eyes, turned into a distorted illusion, those who had eye contact with him would have a strong sense of falling, as if they were about to fall into the heart lake of Lu Zhengkang.

So when his eyes swept by, the crowd screamed with depression, and some people fought with each other. They were short, one by one, like waves.

Kunqing Taoist priest's expression of the presence of the old God immediately became solemn.

Lu Zhengkang strides through the crowd like a long whale. He rushes directly to an old man in the crowd. He jumps up, grabs his collar and throws him to the ground.

"Ouch! Kill! The bald donkey wants to kill people

Lu Zhengkang pointed his finger under his rib, let him take a fork in the air, and then pointed his dumb acupoint. Then he rubbed his face and pulled off a thin mask to show his young face.

"Good boy! Today, you are not lucky. At this juncture, I have to cut you off! "

People around are whispering.

"That's the widow Liu's son. How can he hide his head and face in such a way that he behaves carelessly?"

"Liu Yaojie, who used to wash clothes at shopkeeper Sheng's house? It's her son. "

"It's said that this boy is engaged in business with Liu Qi!"

"The old man? It's not fun. "

"If I say he is Liu Qishou's son..."

Lu Zhengkang glanced around, and his majestic eyes suppressed the noise. He yelled: "this man has no injustice or hatred with the poor monk, let alone acquaintances. The next pile of criminal evidence is seen by the poor monk's heavenly eye. Listen up!"

So he explained the life of the young man one by one, starting from his birth.

"This man's name is Liu Deli. He is five years old and has brute force since he was a child. His neighbors call him stuffy donkey."

The crowd snickered.

"When he was six years old, his father saw his back. He was so sad that he coughed up blood on the funeral day. His voice was like the cry of a cuckoo, and the ape shrieked."

Everyone immediately shut up.

"At the age of seven, he entered a private school. At the age of eight, he was expelled. At the age of nine, he learned how to make a living. At the age of fifteen, he was successful. At the age of sixteen, he could gamble and lose his fortune. well! What do you think he will do to get money? "

Gambler?

One of the representatives of the chaos.

There is no need for deception.

His hesitant eyes stabbed Liu deli's body like a knife, which made him feel intense burning pain and bone chilling cold. He curled up and struggled again, like a live fish half cut on the chopping board and still jumping.

"I steal from my neighbors first, then from my distant relatives. It's not too much, it's not too painful, no one reports to the official, everything is OK."

There was an uproar.

"Gambling is like fire, and money is like firewood. As the old saying goes," if you are not paid enough, the fire will not go out. Liu Deli, a 12-year-old man who was buried in Sanli, east of the city, got a secret book by chance. It turned out to be a set of secret techniques of changing appearance. After painstaking study, he finally learned the method of shrinking bones and changing tendons. At the age of 14, he dug a grave to steal corpses, cut bones and skin, and made masks. Since then, there have been many disguised pseudonyms. In order to obtain gambling money, swindle outsiders, extort and rob. "

Plain language seems to have a terrible magic, flying to the ground into leeches and leeches, drilling into Liu deli's skin and bone marrow to suck blood, taking away all his strength and anger.

"These are all small evils. It's not worth the poor monk to find him out in public. The most distressing thing is that he personally killed his biological mother three days ago, because her mother discovered his secret. It turned out that this man was introduced by Liu Qishou a month ago, and colluded with the dental shop to abduct and sell young children. Her mother found a bloody rag in the Chaifang, which was torn off by a boy born of a suckling sheep when his left forearm was cut open. "Lu Zheng Kang smiled. "The poor monk has been waiting for Kwai to do these days. He has almost mastered the evidence of these teeth. Now if he is quick and quick, he should have finished all these evil people."

Outside the crowd, two soap colored captains in strong clothes pass through the noisy crowd, just like two pieces of black iron piled up on the bottom, sliding into the boiling oil pan.

"Master Miaoji, all the thieves have bowed their heads, except this Liu."

The captor took away the lost souls on the ground.

Lu Zhengkang won the victory without any suspense.

Today's all, later can appear in the story book, sing forever.

Kun Qing sighed, "good skill, is it really Buddhist fatalism?"

"It depends on how you understand. How do you want to lose the second inning? "

Kun Qing scratched his beard anxiously. He felt that he was going to lose face today.

"In the second inning, let's compare the legal matters, reduce the resentment of the dead and avoid the punishment of heaven."

According to ancient legend, if there are too many dead bodies stranded in places with poor geomantic omen, thunder will fall from the sky, and the earth will vibrate continuously, and the heaven and earth will attack each other until the fierce and dead air is resolved, and this place will become a dark abyss of Jedi, which is difficult to pass.

Therefore, monks and Taoists have a compulsory job, that is to go to cemeteries and battlefields to do things to pass the souls of the dead.

For Lu Zhengkang, this is indeed a new business he has never been in touch with, but he is still happy and unafraid.

"Where to do the ritual?"

"Choose the mass grave in the east of the city. You can tell me where Liu got the secret script occasionally."

The two of them walked east side by side. Behind them, there was a huge team, one monk, one old and one young, looking like they were going to fight monsters.

Lu Zhengkang and Kun Qing, after all, are good at martial arts. They are light footed and can walk fast. Some of the people behind them can't keep up. As the first two of them get faster and faster, the team gets longer and longer. Until the end, only a few of the same people in the Wulin can barely stay at the end of the team.

I ran out for half an hour and arrived at the mass grave.

Lu Zhengkang narrowed his eyes and observed that the place was flat and open, with withered trees and thatch all over the sky, and the mounds swelled up like abscesses.

What a bad place.