Chapter 23 The drama begins

In the big house next to the outhouse in the backyard, the fat and thin corpse drivers immediately closed the doors and windows after entering.

"It's safe now. Take off your hood and rest for a while." After the fat corpse driver nicknamed the platoon leader inserted the bolt, he said to the five fake zombies against the wall.

Hearing the call, the five fake zombies took off the black gauze hoods on their heads and found a place to sit down and rest.

"Platoon leader, I'm so tired after dancing all day. Do you have anything to eat?" The tall and honest fat man Yuanbao asked in a low voice.

"Eat, eat, eat. All you do is eat. The buyer we originally contacted was killed by our peers. If we can't find a new buyer, we'll all be out of money." The platoon leader cursed back in dissatisfaction.

The honest fat man saw that his leader's tone was not good and immediately said with a smile: "Platoon leader, don't be angry, it's my fault."

The platoon leader sighed and shook his head, saying, "Forget it, it's none of your business. If we can't sell the goods this time, we'll all be finished.

I heard people say in my early years that the Yong'an Inn near Maxiangping was a mixed crowd of all kinds of people.

These two days, Aying and I will go to the lobby of the inn to find new buyers. Shadow warrior, scholar, you take your men to guard the goods in the house.

Everyone has worked hard on this trip. After this batch of goods is sold, when we pass by Wenzhou on the way back, let's go to Chunxianglou to relax. "

When the other six people heard the beautiful vision described by the platoon leader, a gleam of anticipation immediately flashed in their eyes.

Chunxianglou in Wenzhou is a famous den of brothel in the local area. Legend has it that the girls there are extremely beautiful and can seduce a man half his life with just a glance.

Normally, these independent cigarette dealers would never dare to hope to have a good time in such a place.

"Platoon leader, you are really nice!" said the honest fat man with joy on his face.

"Okay, stop talking nonsense. After you have rested, stand against the wall." The fat platoon leader ordered, "I just ordered forty steamed buns and twenty bowls of noodles from the waiter. They should be delivered soon. Don't let anyone see any flaws."

The fake zombies immediately put on their hoods and stood against the wall, not daring to be negligent in the slightest.

After a while, the five fake zombies stood against the wall as before.

Just at this moment, there was a knock on the door. It turned out to be the waiter bringing the meal.

In a small courtyard not far from the big house, Ding Hai sat on the head of the bed, with a playful look on his face as he withdrew his consciousness.

It's interesting. I didn't expect that such a small inn could gather so many talented people.

Stroking his chin, Ding Hai, who had been planning to leave if he had no gains in the next two days, had a new idea.

He wanted to see how deep the water in the Yong'an Inn was and whether it could drown him.

If he could be drowned, it would be my fault for not being as skilled as him, and he deserves to die.

If he doesn't drown, then he might have a place to rely on for his cultivation in the next few years.

I haven’t heard much about the Tomb of the King of Fujian, but since it is a royal tomb, there should be some good things there.

There is also the Yong'an Inn. Since the master and apprentice pair, the old wife and the young husband, have already wanted to kill him and Lin Jiu because of the misunderstanding he made up in his mind, he might as well send them to the underworld to be judged by their own ancestors if there is a chance.

It should be okay to charge some handling fees for helping others, right?
"Brother Ding, you said before that those seven people will die within seven days due to bad luck. Did they die at the Yong'an Inn?"

Lin Jiu, who was half lying on the other bed in the room, suddenly asked Ding Hai a question.

"That's about it. What's the matter, Junior Brother Lin, are you ready to help them?" Ding Hai didn't understand the meaning of Lin Jiu's question, so he replied casually.

"No, no matter what the seven people had, they deserved to die from the moment they chose to become opium dealers. I don't care whether they live or die. I want to ask you, brother, if you can help people look at their marriage fate?"

"Marriage?" Lin Fengjiao's marriage!
Wet temptation!

Ugh, ugh. Ugh.
Ding Hai suddenly thought of an extremely eye-catching scene.

He frowned slightly and began to think about how he should answer Lin Jiu's question.

If you say that you can't help people predict their marriage, you are just slapping yourself in the face. If you can see that a group of people are about to die, how can you not predict their marriage?

Ding Hai said that he could predict marriages, but he was afraid that if he revealed the secret, he would ruin Lin Jiu's intended marriage.

As one of the few female disciples among the 76 disciples, Zhe Gu's appearance can be considered above average, but no one knows how her elders taught her before she became a disciple.

Her daily behavior is even more tomboyish than that of a tomboy. She smokes hookah, drinks heavily, and dresses slovenly all day long.

It is said that there are no ugly girls in youth, but Zhe Gu broke this rule.

If he were to tell Lin Jiu now that Zhe Gu would be the one who would stay with him for the rest of his life, Ding Hai would be afraid that Lin Jiu would pack his bags and go back to his hometown tonight and never come back to Maoshan again. Wouldn't that be the end of him?

'Oh, you arranged for a disciple to go on a business trip with you, and then he refused to return to Maoshan.

What on earth did you do when you were on a business trip to make people so scared of you?'

I don’t know how many similar rumors will spread by then.

"Marriage is a mysterious and unpredictable matter, and it's not my forte." Ding Hai thought again and again, and chose to slap himself twice. It's better to destroy ten temples than to ruin a marriage.

It's just a spit in the face, but for Lin Jiu's future sexual happiness, I'll do it.

I hope that when Lin Jiu and Zhe Gu hold hands and grow old together in the future, they will remember Ding’s contribution tonight and toast him, the invisible matchmaker, with a few more glasses of wine at the banquet.

When Lin Jiu heard Ding Hai say that he was not good at observing marriages, he was a little skeptical. We are all in the same industry, why are you hiding your shortcomings?

"Oh, really? Then can senior brother help people to have offspring?" Lin Jiu tried a different approach and wanted to find a way to ask Ding Hai to help him see if he and his white moonlight Lian Mei could finally get married.

Ding Hai pondered for a moment: "The word fate is both predetermined by heaven and man-made, and it is not immutable. Sometimes, it is better not to believe in fate.

Take me as an example. Three years ago, before I went to Chongshou Temple in Maoshan to trace my roots, the fortune teller who read my fortune said that I was born unlucky and destined to bring misfortune to all my relatives.

If you want to succeed in cultivation, it is best to follow the path of the missing door, but I disagree. I think that since you have gone against the will of heaven, whether you live or die should be decided by yourself. "

After hearing this, Lin Jiu nodded thoughtfully and did not ask any further questions.

In his opinion, he and Lianmei had been childhood sweethearts with a bond stronger than gold. If he had not practiced Taoism in Mount Mao for three years, he would have had a son by now.

Given the relationship between Lianmei and myself, when I succeed in my cultivation and return to my hometown, she will definitely be happy to marry me.

When the time comes, Lianmei and I will shamelessly give birth to ten or eight big fat boys.

Seeing Lin Jiu smiling and looking increasingly dissolute, Ding Hai guessed that he was thinking about love, so he immediately got into bed and wrapped himself up like a dumpling.

Men should also protect themselves when they go out.

If he wasn't worried about Lin Jiu's lack of experience and the fact that he might be ambushed while living alone, he would have insisted on getting a separate room.

As the night deepened, the backyard of the inn fell into silence.

Many guests living in the house began to snore tiredly after Ma Xiangping worked hard for half the night.

Everything looks so peaceful.

But at the second watch, a group of people in a hurry broke the tranquility.

There was a knock on the door of Yong'an Inn.

Yong'an Inn, which is used to doing business with all kinds of people, does not have the habit of closing its doors at night.

The waiter on duty in the lobby opened the door and respectfully invited the visitor into the lobby.

"I heard that two Taoist priests who specialize in sending people back home came to your store today. I wonder if they are still in your store now." A middle-aged man dressed as a legal practitioner with a goatee and a paper folding fan in his hand threw a piece of silver to the waiter who opened the door.

The waiter took the silver and put it into his sleeve skillfully. He bowed and smiled: "The two Taoist masters came to our store tonight and are resting in the backyard now."

"Well, that's good. Please tell them that Mr. Miao from Ma Xiangping wants to invite the two Taoists to the lobby to discuss something."

The lawyer shook the folding fan in his hand and gave instructions to the waiter.

After hearing what the lawyer said, the waiter showed an embarrassment on his face. The lawyer glanced at him and immediately threw out another piece of silver.

After getting another benefit, the waiter immediately turned around and walked towards the backyard.

After a while, the fat platoon leader and the thin Aying followed the waiter into the lobby with cautious expressions.

After seeing the fat and thin men, the goat-bearded lawyer immediately stepped forward and invited them to sit at a table against the wall.

The bald official who had been standing behind the goatee without saying a word also chose a table near the gate and sat down.

"My two Taoist masters, I am sorry to bother you in the middle of the night, but the matter is urgent, and I think you two Taoist masters are kind-hearted and will not mind."

After the lawyer came up and exchanged a few words of greeting, he stretched out his hand and pointed in the direction of the bald official.

"This is the famous old man Miao from Ma Xiangping. Half of the people in Ma Xiangping depend on him for their livelihood."

Looking at the aggressive master, the fat platoon leader interrupted him impatiently. They were not locals, and it was none of our business whether Old Master Miao was so powerful or not. "It's so late, do you have any instructions for us?"

"It was like this. Our old master's brother was a playboy. He spent his days having affairs with other women and living a life of debauchery. As a result, he got leprosy from nowhere."

Seeing that the master still couldn't get to the point after talking about it, the thin man Ah Ying said unhappily: "We are corpse drivers, we can't treat leprosy."

After hearing this, the goat-bearded lawyer felt a little unhappy, but thinking that the matter had not been completed, he suppressed his dissatisfaction and said, "It is no use to consult a doctor now. He died last night.

Taoist priest, you also know that family disgrace should not be made public. Leprosy is different from other diseases. If it gets out, it will have a great impact on our old man’s reputation.

So, I hope that next time you go out of town, you can take him with you and bury him somewhere with beautiful scenery."

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