Chapter 202

"That's right." The old man said: "the owner of this art of war is Zhang Liang, the first counselor of the Han Dynasty, who has been handed down from my family for generations. This thing has spirit. It has been living with me for 70 years, so I haven't encountered any disaster in my life... "

"My ancestors warned that the spirit of Taigong lived in Taigong's art of war, which was specially used to deal with the scum who didn't respect the old man, so I wanted to teach this small town manager who didn't know how to be a great man."

"Then why do we have to divert water and drown their father's grave?" I asked.

"At first, I didn't want to use Taigong's art of war to teach him. I just wanted to flood his father's coffin with water and let him teach his son himself. But who would have thought that this kid would not repent and would bully us poor vendors every day. Just as he moved the grave again, I just used "Taigong's art of war" to let him know his mistakes well. " The old man explained.

It suddenly dawned on me that it was Li Mingming's father who had done the mischief the previous two days and taught him a lesson.

Later, his father disappeared and became an old man with a white beard.

"It's you." Li Mingming is furious: "my father has settled down. How can you be so cruel? You need to alarm my father!"

"No way. Who said your father didn't educate you well? I just want your father to come out and educate you to see if you know how to repent. But I don't think you've bullied those vendors in the street these days, so I want to take away Taigong's art of war. I didn't expect to meet you. "

"Do you think it's OK to take away Taigong's art of war?" I looked at the old man coldly: "the undead in the Yin all exist with a kind of obsession. There is no reason at all. Since you have cursed Li Mingming with "Taigong art of war", the undead in it will never die... "

I think of the old man with white beard in the dream of looking at the grave. Needless to say, it must be the spirit of Taigong who lives in the art of war.

At that time, his warning of looking at graves still reverberated in my mind.

With that sentence alone, I know that the other side and Li Mingming will never die!

The old man was surprised: "what do you mean? Do you think there are ghosts in this ancient book? Do you have to kill this kid? It's impossible. If there are ghosts, why haven't there been ghosts for so long? I haven't seen any old books haunted in my ancestors. "

I can't help but wry smile: "in your side, without Yin Qi activating it, naturally there will be no problem. But Li Mingming's father's coffin has just been flooded. It's full of resentment. It doesn't activate the spirits of the dead in the ancient books. "

Li Mingming glared at the old man: "look at what you have done."

The old man was not willing to show weakness: "you didn't ask for it? If you respect the old, will you cause such a disaster? "

I got a headache from their quarrel, and stopped them at the moment: "OK, now the priority is to find a way to deal with Yin things. Your quarrel will only waste time."

It's estimated that the old man was ashamed, and asked me if I needed his help.

It's the best thing for the owner of the Yin to be around. At least I can guarantee that we won't be in danger with him.

So I immediately said, "well, you can stay with us tonight. You are more likely to succeed in me."

The old man agreed at once.

I have a proper solution in my mind. Since the other side has to make a living, I will show him Li Mingming's "death".

Instead of going home directly, we found a nearby vegetable market and bought a rooster, two Jin of millet, a butcher's knife and a lot of messy things, all for tonight.

When everything is ready, we'll wait for that thing to appear tonight.

The old man and Li Mingming seem to have a lot of quarrels all the way. I'm so tired of listening that I can't stop them. So I have to pretend not to ask.

The two seemed to open a debate on whether Chengguan could collect things on the street. The old man stood in the angle of supporting his family and small traders, and Li Mingming stood in the angle of city appearance. The louder the quarrel, the more he almost fought, and I stopped him.

The old man finally asked me, who are the two of them?

"You say I'm an old man, and I have no other skills. I don't have much land to farm. Eating is a problem. You won't let me set up a stall. Isn't it obvious that I starved to death? Will your government be happy to see us starve to death? "

"That's all your little problems. If you think about it, in a city, there are peddlers everywhere, and the impact of traffic on the city's appearance is the second. What do you think about people who let others rent stores? How can I take it? Do you want to develop this city? Does this country want to develop? That's not feudal society. "

"Don't talk to me about calves. I can't care about cities and countries. I just want to be hungry. If we can't even get enough food and clothing, what's the difference between them and the feudal old society?"

Alas, this kind of thing is a contradiction that has existed since ancient times, and no one can solve it. The two represent the biggest contradiction in China from the side. Even if they can solve their problems, how about thousands of such people? Can we solve it?At night, the moonlight is like frost, I stand at the window, looking at the bright city, feeling the cool wind blowing, looking at the people who are still busy and hard-working, feeling thousands of emotions.

It's all for life. Some people only have one meal, but they have to work at sunrise and rest at sunset. Some people even want to take away the opportunity of other life. The world is really cruel.

A dark cloud, quietly arrived, the moon loomed in it.

This is the time when Yin and Yang take over. As the saying goes, when Yin declines to the extreme, it will flourish. This is also the time when Yin Qi is most vigorous. Taigong's art of war will probably wait for the opportunity to move!

I immediately left "Taigong's art of war" on the windowsill, and let the looming moonlight shine on it to prepare the old man and Li Mingming.

Li Mingming takes up a red rope, ties one end to his leg, ties the other end to the cock's neck, cuts his fingers, spreads it on the cock's eyes, and finally holds the cock in his arms.

The old man grabbed the butcher's knife and scattered millet around the living room, shrinking in the corner.

I nodded at Li Mingming, who immediately began to walk back and forth along the living room, stepping on Millet every step of the way.

While walking, I still count the steps in my mouth.

I told him to take thirty-six steps. Thirty six are the number of Tiangang steps, which can play a protective role.

"One, two, three..." He carefully turned around the room, holding the big rooster in his arms. It was quiet as if it were a dead thing, but the two pairs of eyes painted with blood gave out a faint red light.

"Thirty five, thirty-six, thirty-six..."

He wandered in circles, so he walked more than a dozen circles, still calm, without any abnormality.

However, the vision soon happened. In the 17th circle, when Li Mingming counted to 34, the last two steps were saved together, so in this circle, he only walked 35 steps.

"Don't move!" I called Li Mingming at once.

Li Mingming stood still.

At the same time, Li Mingming holds the big rooster in his arms and shakes his head restlessly. His eyes start to blur. He keeps bowing his head and then raises it as if he is pecking at rice.

I immediately looked at the Taigong art of war.

I don't know when there was a fog in Taigong's art of war. That layer of fog is very light, a little red, is a little bit of penetration into the room.

I took a deep breath of cool air and knew that Taigong's art of war was beginning to show!