The first volume of pearl curtains rolls up the western mountain rain at dusk Chapter 46: Chance
The middle-aged scholar-like man stopped after hearing the words "bloody disaster", turned around to look at the Taoist with long eyebrows and said with a smile: "Do you want to talk to me for a whole day? I don't have that much time to listen to you."
The Taoist with long eyebrows stood up, walked up to the middle-aged man and said seriously: "There is nobility and gloom between your eyebrows. It seems that you have encountered some troubles. Even if it is not troublesome, it is distressing for you."
He apologized, "Actually, I just said that sweet tofu pudding on purpose. It's a common trick used by charlatans, and I couldn't stop myself for a moment."
The middle-aged man asked curiously, "Why do you know that saying sweet tofu pudding will attract my attention?"
Taoist Long Eyebrows explained, "When I walked in, I saw you in a daze. You were looking at the bowl in front of you, but your eyes were wandering. It was obvious that you were worried. I noticed you, but you didn't notice me."
"Then I noticed that the tofu pudding you were eating was sweet. Generally speaking, if I deliberately said something about you at this time, it would definitely attract your attention, and the next step would be easier. I would just say something like "I see you have a frown on your face" and you would be hooked by me."
The middle-aged man said thoughtfully: "It seems that every job is not easy. Your ability to read people's expressions and attract their attention is amazing."
Changmei said, "It's nothing special, it's just a trick, but...sir, you should be more careful when you go out."
The middle-aged man asked, "Did you really see something?"
Changmei said: "It doesn't matter whether you can see it or not. What matters is that if I don't remind you, you will feel that you have done something wrong."
The middle-aged man asked: "Is it because you took my money for divination?"
Changmei shook his head and said, "I will remind you even if you don't give me money."
The middle-aged man asked again: "Then how do you make money?"
Changmei said: "So I can't make it any further."
The middle-aged man laughed loudly, and suddenly thought of something, so he pointed outside: "I just have to go do something, if you are free, can you accompany me? I haven't had enough fun talking to you."
Changmei said: "I still need to go check out the house."
The middle-aged man became even more curious about the Taoist priest. He asked, "You are almost unable to make ends meet. Where do you get the money to buy a house? In Jizhou City, every inch of land is worth a lot of money. An ordinary house would probably cost several hundred taels. You..."
Changmei said: "I have saved enough money, but it is hard to find a house."
The middle-aged man hummed: "Where are you going?"
Taoist Long Mei pointed forward and said, "Over there."
"That's just right for us, let's talk while we walk."
The middle-aged man made a gesture of invitation, and Changmei couldn't refuse, so he walked side by side with him. The two of them talked as they walked. The more they talked, the more they felt that they got along well, and many of their views coincided with each other.
"It is not easy for a Taoist priest to have such insights while walking in the martial arts world."
The middle-aged man said, "What the Taoist priest just said is something that even some officials cannot fully understand, let alone explain."
Changmei said quickly: "Don't talk nonsense."
The middle-aged man asked him, "Are you afraid of being an official?"
The Taoist priest with long eyebrows replied: "There is no common people in this world who is not afraid of being an official."
The middle-aged man sighed, "Actually, this is not true. If the people of the world were not afraid of officials, but just respected and obeyed them, then the world would be peaceful and prosperous... The people are just afraid but not respectful. Besides fear, they also secretly hate them."
He let out a long breath and said, "I'm sick."
Changmei said, "Sir, you are too direct. We can't talk any more."
The middle-aged man said, "Don't be afraid to talk to me about this. I won't report to the authorities... Taoist priest, since you want to buy a house in Jizhou, do you think Jizhou will remain stable?"
Changmei shook his head: "I can't even judge a person's appearance, how can I be qualified to judge the appearance of the world."
The middle-aged man sighed, "You are not qualified to see the world's situation, but you care about the world's affairs when you talk. There are people in this country who can see the world's situation and even grasp the pulse of the world, but they are just sitting there doing nothing and living a dissolute life, only caring about lining their own pockets and not caring about the lives of the people!"
Changmei was shocked and thought that he couldn't continue chatting with this lunatic. If he continued, he would be sentenced to death. Can't he just have a good chat? Why did he have to say such taboo words?
This person is not just an ordinary psychopath. An ordinary psychopath wouldn't dare to say these words.
"Did it scare you?"
The middle-aged man saw that Changmei had a strange expression on his face and asked a question.
Taoist Long Eyebrows smiled awkwardly and said, "I am just an ordinary citizen. Sir, please don't talk to me anymore. I can't talk to you, and I don't dare to talk to you."
The middle-aged man sighed, "I'm sick."
This was the second time he said the word "sick", and Changmei even suspected that he was talking about him.
Changmei clasped his fists and said, "The house I want to see is nearby. If you have anything important to do, please go first. We will say goodbye now."
The middle-aged man hummed, seeming a little disappointed with Changmei, but then he thought, who in the world would dare to talk to him after hearing what he said?
So he nodded slightly and said, "You go, and we'll say goodbye."
Taoist Changmei turned into the alley and continued walking forward. He heard yesterday that a family here was going to sell their house and move away. It was said that their son was going to Beijing to take the imperial examination, and they also had property in the capital, so they simply moved there and would not come back.
Now in this great Chu country, people in villages and towns are suffering from bullying and destruction by bandits. The rich and powerful flee to the county town, people in the county town flee to the county town or the prefecture, and people in the prefecture flee to the capital.
As Changmei walked, he thought that he could probably bargain hard for the price of this kind of people, as they would not be coming back anyway, and the final exams were approaching, so they would not have enough time to leave after selling the house.
Perhaps the owner of the house has already moved to the capital Daxing, and the person left behind to sell the house is just the household manager, so it should not be difficult to negotiate the deal.
Just as he was thinking about it, suddenly several strong men appeared in front of him and blocked his way. Taoist Changmei was distracted for a moment and didn't notice them. When he saw them, it was too late.
The way ahead was blocked, and he subconsciously wanted to retreat. A few strong men came out from behind and blocked the entrance to the alley.
"My dear fellows..."
Chang Meixin asked, "Did I show off my wealth?" Logically, I shouldn't do that. Yan Qingzhi sent him a silver note of 500 taels of silver, but he didn't tell anyone about it. Who else could he tell? So he shouldn't show off his wealth.
After making sure that he did not show off his wealth, he continued, "I am just a poor Taoist priest. If you want to get rich, you have indeed stopped the wrong person."
"That's right."
One of them stepped forward, looked Changmei up and down and asked, "You are Taoist Changmei, right?"
The Taoist with long eyebrows immediately shook his head: "I am not, who is the Taoist with long eyebrows?"
The man sneered: "Are you still pretending?"
Taoist Long Eyebrows swore to the heavens, "I lied, and you will not have a good death."
The man stepped forward and kicked the long-browed Taoist in the abdomen: "You're still fucking pretending!"
Although Changmei's martial arts skills were not very strong, he had been in the martial arts world for many years. When the kick came, Changmei grabbed the man's ankle with both hands and lifted it up, and the man fell backwards.
Changmei immediately turned around and tried to grab the wall next to him to escape, but how could those people give him such an opportunity? The people behind him kicked him off the wall.
Changmei grimaced in pain, and after landing, he grabbed a handful of dirt and threw it out. The people who were close to him were splashed all over their faces and eyes, and they immediately retreated.
Changmei tried to grab the dirt again, but the person coming up from behind stepped on his hand with such force that Changmei's face turned pale with pain, and several pieces of skin on his palm were stepped on.
"You still dare to resist!"
Another person came over and kicked Changmei on the back of the head. Changmei was so old, but the kick made his head buzz. He felt dizzy and fell forward.
"Bring a sack and put him back."
Changmei heard someone shouting, and then everything in front of his eyes went dark, as if night had suddenly fallen. Then he was hit on the head several times, leaving him unconscious.
Vaguely feeling that he was being lifted up, Changmei wanted to struggle, but he had no strength left and was trapped in a sack, so he couldn't get out.
"What are you doing!?"
At this moment, a loud shout came from the entrance of the alley, but Changmei's consciousness was gradually becoming blurred. The last few heavy blows were on his head. There was only a buzzing sound and a spinning sensation in his head like the sky was falling and the earth was collapsing.
Then there was a burst of cursing, as if the group of people were telling the person shouting to get lost. Soon, they seemed to start fighting, and there were constant sounds of muffled groans and wailing.
Not long after, Taoist Changmei finally regained some senses. His eyes suddenly lit up. The sack was untied. The moment the light returned to his eyes, Changmei felt like he had returned from hell to the human world.
The middle-aged man opened the sack and saw that the Taoist priest's head was completely swollen from being beaten. He could not help but get angry: "They commit crimes in broad daylight. These people have no respect for the law!"
Several men with a strong aura stood around, and one of them leaned over and asked, "My Lord, how do we deal with these people?"
The middle-aged man said, "Sending them to the government will only make them harm people again. Break all their limbs."
"yes!"
The men responded and started to act. Their methods were extremely cruel and experienced. They would grab an arm and break it directly, and stomp on the leg bones to break them. Soon, those who were blocking the way were disabled.
"Are you OK?"
The middle-aged man asked.
Taoist Changmei opened his eyes and looked around, but everything in front of him was hazy. He opened his mouth but didn't know what he said, and then he fainted again.
He wouldn't be so weak when he was young, after all, he is old.
When the Taoist priest Changmei woke up again, he was already in a clinic. The doctor was applying medicine on his face. Seeing that he was awake, the doctor said softly, "Don't move. I will treat your wound."
Changmei asked: "Why am I here?"
The doctor replied, "You were sent here by someone from Prince Yu's palace, who told you to be well taken care of. Who did you offend? Since you were protected by someone from the palace, who would dare to beat you like this?"
Changmei recalled it carefully and then it suddenly came to light.
It turned out that the middle-aged man was Prince Yu. No wonder he looked so noble, just ashamed. He said that others would have a bloody disaster, but he didn't expect to be beaten. He turned his head and saw a bronze mirror next to him. He stretched his neck to look at himself in the bronze mirror and shrank his neck in fear.
Who is this pig-head?
He thought to himself that it was no wonder that he felt his face looked vaguely familiar, it turned out that he had some similarities with Xiahou Zhuo.
"Where are the people from the palace?"
he asks.
The doctor replied: "It has been quite a while."
Taoist Long Eyebrow thought for a moment and asked, "Did they give any instructions before they left?"
The doctor shook his head and said, "He only said to take good care of you, nothing else."
Changmei asked again without giving up: "Didn't they settle the medical expenses for you before they left?"
The doctor's hand trembled.
He looked at Changmei as if he were a monster and was speechless.
