Chapter 15: Eight-Armed Arhat
Jinzhou Province, Lüliang City, Jinhe County. Shangshui Town.
It is already 11 o'clock at night. For a small town, there is not much entertainment. Due to the siphon effect of big cities and provincial capitals, the economy of villages and towns everywhere is not very good. The same is true for Shangshui Town. Therefore, after 11 o'clock, most of the shops have closed. There is nothing else on the street except the dim street lights and the occasional cheap car running by.
Right next to the Zhenguo Road, a knife-cut noodle restaurant still had its lights on. A shed was built, with cracked painted walls and a pot of fragrant soup emitting steam, announcing that the taste might be better than expected.
This is an ordinary noodle shop, the type that can be found everywhere in China. It has no special features. It was late at night, and the proprietress, who weighed 200 pounds, knocked on the edge of the pot with a spoon and said impatiently: "Play? You can't get to Star Glory even if you play for a lifetime! You are so old and you only know how to play games! Why don't you come and clean up? Will you open tomorrow?"
Her voice was as loud as her. There were no customers in the noodle shop, only a thin man wearing a white apron. He was half bald and looked a bit like the veteran actor Feng Yuanzheng. Hearing the boss lady's words, he glanced at her softly, raised his little finger, lit a cigarette, and said in standard Mandarin: "What are you in a hurry for? You are so angry, even more angry than I am in my heart..."
At this moment, a voice sounded in front of the noodle shop, fluent in Trump: "Boss, are you open yet?"
"No...no! What do you want to eat?" The lady boss turned around in an instant, her expression changed 180 degrees, and she put on a professional smile. However, when she saw the person under the light, her expression was stunned.
In front of the noodle shop, there stood a Taoist priest.
He was not very old, about 26 or 27 years old, with a handsome face, but with short hair, and a whisk slanted on his left arm. He was looking at her with a smile.
"I'm sorry." The lady boss put away her smile and said, "We don't accept outsiders. Taoist priest, please go somewhere else... What are you doing? Are you a Seven Sun Lake person?! Come here and pick it up!"
As she roared, the plastic supporting the shed shook violently and rustled as if it had encountered a strong wind.
The Taoist squinted his eyes and looked at the shaking pole for more than ten seconds before it stopped. Not only did he not leave, but he took a step forward and walked straight into the store. Looking around the surrounding facilities, he suddenly laughed and said, "What if I insist on coming in?"
The proprietress was turning off the fire and stopped moving. She raised her head and looked deeply at the Taoist priest. The boss, who was playing a game with his legs crossed, also turned off the game and took a deep puff of his cigarette. The dark red cigarette butt flickered in the dark night. He rolled his eyes elegantly.
"A bowl of beef sliced noodles." The Taoist priest suddenly smiled and said, "Don't worry, Taoist Qian will take care of it."
Before he finished his words , a hundred-dollar bill flew towards the boss inside with a sharp sound of breaking through the air.
quick.
It was so fast that no one could see how the Taoist priest made the move. It was as if he just shook his hand and the banknote flew out. As it passed across the table, the chopstick holder on the table was cut off! It scattered all over the table!
Swish! In a flash, the hundred-dollar bill was firmly held in the boss's hand. He snorted and said quietly, "Don't blame me for not looking up if you don't bring a handle with you."
Although he was speaking with a cigarette butt in his mouth, he spoke it very clearly, with a clear and melodious voice. At the moment when the last word fell, his cheeks suddenly swelled up, and in an instant they became bigger and bigger, like a big toad. Then there was a "puff" sound! The cigarette butt left a red line in the air, and rushed towards the Taoist like a bullet!
At the same time, the fat proprietress swung the towel on her arm, wrapped it around the chopstick holder on another table, and pulled and yanked. All the chopsticks were like stars in the sky, or like pear blossoms in a rainstorm, and with the sound of breaking through the air, they flew straight towards the Taoist!
From the Taoist's attack to the boss and his wife's counterattack, the actions were quick and smooth, and it took no more than three seconds. At the moment when the rain of chopsticks was piercing the Taoist, the Taoist smiled slightly, stretched out his right hand, and flicked his long sleeves. I don't know what magic he used, but all the chopsticks disappeared like a drop of water!
"The world is hidden in your sleeves?" The thin boss stretched out his orchid finger and pointed at the Taoist in astonishment: "Are you from Tongtian Mansion?"
The Taoist smiled slightly, and swung his long sleeves again. All the chopsticks fell to the ground with a clatter, but there was not a single hole in his sleeves. "I am Ling Xiaozi. I was asked by someone to specially ask for your help."
"You may have found the wrong person." The feminine boss stood up. She was unexpectedly tall, probably about 1.85 meters. Such a tall person leaned diagonally on the plastic pole, but the pole didn't bend at all, as if it was just leaning on a feather.
"You guys are looking for the couple at the ramen shop, you don't know how poor they are."
Ling Xiaozi said calmly: "The Eight-Armed Arhat, who is proficient in all kinds of strange weapons and hidden weapons and is known as the best in the world, and the Red Fourth Lady, who is excellent in both lightness and horizontal training. Their ancestors learned from the great master of the Republic of China, the Purple-Faced Kunlun Master Dong Haichuan. In the modern times, the national martial arts have declined..."
He looked at the fat proprietress and said, "Hong Si Niang, you are a martial arts genius. You secretly learned the Qinggong of the Yanzi Sect and the Thirteen Horizontal Training of the Huanghesha Family. You were expelled from the sect."
The proprietress was stunned for a moment, then pointed at herself blankly: "Me? Hong Si Niang?"
It can be said that the questioning is quite frank.
Ling Xiaozi was also stunned. This was not right... The information that the man surnamed Jiang gave him was that Hong Si Niang and the Eight-Armed Arhat were a couple and they were from the same school. Could it be that the man surnamed Jiang was trying to trick me?
At this moment, a voice sounded resentful: "Is it because the old lady was not thorough enough? Why are the young people nowadays so blind?"
Looking at the bald, thin and tall boss who was curling his fingers and smoking, Ling Xiaozi was silent for a few seconds and then sighed, "It was too hasty..."
"It's not too hasty." Hong Si Niang flicked her cigarette butt and said calmly, "At your age, we should have retired when you were still young. It's normal that we don't know each other."
Throwing the white towel over his shoulders, he walked lazily into the store, twisting his waist and saying, "Go back and tell your elders that we don't have time to get involved in your affairs. If you dare to send someone next time..."
Boom! He stepped lightly on the floor, and the tables and chairs on all sides were lifted up an inch! A one-centimeter-deep footprint was left on the ground. Hong Si Niang's voice was obviously feminine, but at this moment it was filled with murderous intent: "Don't blame me for being ruthless!"
Ling Xiaozi said nothing. He watched the couple busy cleaning up the shop, just like the most ordinary residents in the town. Just as they moved the bench in, Ling Xiaozi suddenly said, "Senior Dong Haichuan is the founder of Baguazhang. He met the Yunpan Patriarch in Jiuhua Mountain and was taught the essence of martial arts. At the same time, he was also taught the Liqi School Nine Palace Flying Stars. Unfortunately, Senior Dong Haichuan had no feelings for Feng Shui. Therefore, he only learned the Yunpan Patriarch's martial arts lineage."
Hong Si Niang and the proprietress were busy running around, as if they didn't hear what he said.
"However, there are a few words that have been passed down." Ling Xiaozi said slowly: "In the White Jade Capital in the sky, there are nine palaces and twelve cities. The immortals stroked my head and gave me immortality by tying my hair."
He spoke faster: "Coincidentally, just two weeks ago, one of the three major schools of feng shui, the contemporary single-line disciple of Lanshanhai, happened to find the same sentence somewhere. He just thought it was wrong at the time. But unfortunately, I happen to have some experience in feng shui."
"If the Feng Shui of tombs is to be linked to the Nine Palaces and Twelve Cities, then there is only one way - that is the Nine Palaces Flying Stars! In the entire Chinese nation, there are no one better than you two in terms of being proficient in the Nine Palaces Flying Stars."
"You are indeed geniuses... Not only did you master Dong's Baguazhang, but you were also expelled from the sect and forbidden to use Baguazhang. You also made a name for yourself with light and hard skills and strange weapons, and you are even more proficient in the Nine Palace Flying Stars Calculation Method. But if the head of Lanshanhai hadn't taken you in, you wouldn't be able to run a noodle shop safely now, right? Aren't you going to repay this favor?"
"Even if you don't prepare, if you can really crack the secrets of the Nine Palaces and Twelve Cities...it's not impossible for you to return to your roots."
Dong——! ! As soon as the words fell, the lady boss who was holding the soup pot finally put it down. Her expression was very complicated, with hesitation, yearning, and even annoyance towards Ling Xiaozi.
She didn't make any move, her huge body just shook slightly, and in an instant, more than a dozen steel nails appeared on the ground around Ling Xiaozi, sinking an inch into the ground!
"As expected of the Eight-Armed Arhat." Ling Xiaozi sighed and took a few steps back. "When he attacked, it was as if all eight arms were moving at the same time. The hidden weapons came and went without a trace. Awesome, awesome."
The Eight-Armed Arhat glared at him fiercely and looked at Hong Si Niang: "What are you looking at! Speak!"
"Place, time." Hong Si Niang sighed, "To be able to make the current head of Lan Shan Hai use this favor... It seems that this place is definitely not a good place. We need to prepare."
Of course, the visitor has bad intentions... Ling Xiaozi nodded slightly. This is the benefit of cooperating with the king player. Smell the fragrance and know the elegant intention. Many things don't need to be said.
Glowing plants, bat traps, mimic lampreys in the underground lake, unknown primate giants... No matter which one, it shows that the owner of this cemetery is definitely not an ordinary person! But... there is no trace of him in the history books!
"Wait for good news." Ling Xiaozi placed his and Jiang Xian's business cards on the table and floated away.
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Time passed quickly. On September 1, at the Chengdu Military Airport, a small military transport plane landed steadily .
Even Jiang Xian, who was waiting here, was surprised.
Everyone knew that Shenzhou had a strong background, but he didn't expect that he had such a strong military background.
On the transport plane, tall and handsome men in camouflage uniforms came down one after another. The leader was Chu Ziyi. There were three young men following him. Next to them were boxes of sealed equipment.
"Mr. Jiang." Chu Ziyi quickly spotted Jiang Xian waiting in a jeep not far away, walked over quickly, and shook his hand vigorously: "Sorry for the trouble. This time, I will also take a few juniors of the sect to see the world."
Jiang Xian, wearing sunglasses, smiled and nodded. The disciples behind him immediately called out obediently, "Master Jiang." "Hello, Master Jiang."
Chu Ziyi jumped on the jeep, and other disciples naturally did not have this treatment. Just as the jeep roared and started, Chu Ziyi asked, "Mr. Jiang, it has been seven days since the last time we met. During this time, do you have any thoughts?"
"Some." Jiang Xian said in a deep voice: "This time, we won't go after the tiger's mouth."
"oh?"
"Look for it." He lit a cigarette and took a deep puff. "Look for the big banyan tree. This is an extremely conspicuous coordinate. And the entrance to the underground palace should be below it. We go in from there!"
Chu Ziyi nodded in understanding: "When are we leaving? Do you have any plans?"
"Three days later!" Jiang Xian took a deep breath and said, "We'll make specific arrangements once we get there."
He just didn't believe that even with the two geomancers, Hong Si Niang, Ba Bi Luo Han, and Xiao Yao Zi, three top players, and the top equipment and abundant personnel provided by Shenzhou, they still couldn't pry open the tiger's mouth!
