Chapter 57: It's difficult, just don't do it, just turn the table
Ding Hai, unaware that he had been considered by the village chief to have the potential to be a prince consort, leisurely came to the door of Mo'er's house.

The aroma of rice wafting in the air made Ding Hai salivate.

Although Mo'er is a little ordinary in appearance, she has a very beautiful heart.

"Morning, Mo'er."

Mo'er, who was busy in the kitchen, heard Ding Hai's voice and poked his head out to respond: "Aguo, good morning to you too. The fish porridge is almost ready. Go sit in the main hall for a while."

Although she is not stunning in appearance, her bright smile always makes people happy.

Seeing this, Ding Hai couldn't help but smile from the bottom of his heart.

He walked into the main room as instructed, and Ding Hai pulled out the dining table against the wall and set it up.

Before he could pull out the stool, Moer had already entered the main room carrying a steaming hot casserole: "The porridge is here."

She gently placed the delicious fish porridge on the dining table.

Taking the wooden spoon handed to him by Mo'er, Ding Hai carefully scooped up a spoonful of porridge, blew on it to release the hot air, and put it into his mouth.

The fish is tender and the rice porridge is smooth, the perfect combination of the two is unforgettable.

To be able to achieve this level of skill with so little oil and salt, Moer really has the qualities of a great chef!

"Mo'er, have you ever thought about using your skill of making fish porridge to open a small stall or a shop in the city?

I tell you, your fish porridge is really one of a kind, and it’s no worse than the ones made by some big restaurants in Shunde.”

"Aguo, Mo'er has to wait for Aye and A'niang to come back home, so he can't leave casually."

"Mo'er will have to rescue more people like you who fall into the water at sea. If you leave the sea, Aguo, the next time you fall into the mouth of the Dragon King, no one will save you."

Looking at the smile on Mo'er's face that was as brilliant as a summer flower, Ding Hai put aside the idea of ​​taking the girl out to see the world.

She has found her happiness.

It's waiting, it's rescue.

It is the joy of helping others and the lingering fragrance of giving roses to others.

So why continue to disrupt her life?
"By the way, Aguo, I asked the village chief to say hello to Hong Yeye last night. Hong Yeye will take you with him when he goes to town to sell dried fish today."

"Take me with you? For what? Selling dried fish or selling me as a dried human being?" Ding Hai was stunned. He gave up interfering in Mo'er's life, but he didn't expect that Mo'er would start to interfere in his life instead.

"Aguo, your fair skin doesn't look like the children of the sea like us.

You should go to the town with Hong Yeye to ask the authorities about your identity, and then go back to be the eldest master.

Otherwise, you can’t fish with us forever.”

"That's true." Although Ding Hai no longer remembered what he did before, he felt that he was not a fisherman, so he was not opposed to leaving Xiaochen Village.

After drinking the fish porridge in the ceramic bowl, Ding Hai followed Mo Er and found the elderly Hong Ye Ye.

It is said that although Hong Yeye, who is over 70 years old, looks old, he works amazingly.

The two large loads of salted fish were not light, but he lifted them easily with just a bamboo shoulder pole.

Moreover, he walks much more skillfully than the young man Ding Hai.

When Hong Yeye was chatting with Ding Hai on the road, he mentioned that if Ding Hai did not walk slowly and needed care, it would only take him an hour at most to get from the village to the town.

Usually, he would set out before dawn and return home to mend the nets and feed the chickens before noon.

In response, Ding Hai could only smile and could not refute.

Because his speed is indeed not as good as that of Hong Yeye, who is nearly 70 years old.

"Am I that bad?"

Ding Hai felt a little itchy on his head.

Just when he was feeling unbearably itchy on his head and couldn't help but reach out and slap it a few times, Hong Yeye suddenly interrupted him.

"Young man, the town is just ahead. I will take you there," said Hong Yeye.

"Town?" Ding Hai, who was awakened by Hong Yeye, looked at the town not far away and slapped his head in confusion. Why didn't he see that the town was in front of him?

He looked back and saw that there was no hill on the road blocking his view.

"Brother, if you don't have a place to stay in town for the time being, you can go to Mr. Zhang's house in the city for a buffet.

Mr. Zhang has recently been praying for blessings and giving alms to his old lady. Anyone who goes and says a few auspicious words can have a free buffet meal.

I heard that the crazy monk who lives in the temple often goes there to eat buffets recently." Hong Yeye kindly suggested.

"The Buddha who lives in the Dragon King Temple? Didn't he go back to the village last night?" Ding Hai was full of confusion.

However, before he could continue asking questions, Hong Yeye seemed to see a familiar buyer.

He picked up his load and left in a hurry, disappearing in the crowd in just a few steps.

Afterwards, Ding Hai was pushed into the town in front of him by the sudden flow of people behind him.

Entering the town, the sight that Ding Hai saw was dazzling: gold wares from the Tang Dynasty, porcelain from the Song Dynasty, calligraphy and paintings from the Ming Dynasty, and exquisite cloisonné.

However, most of the people in the town wore Qing Dynasty clothing.

What kind of scene of the great integration of all nations is this?

Just as Ding Hai was about to follow the crowd to tour the town, a beggar on the street suddenly grabbed his arm and dragged him into an alley beside the main road.

Normally, Ding Hai should have been frightened when being suddenly dragged into the alley by a beggar, but he did not feel the slightest fear in his heart.

"Brother? Have you been to Xiafukou?" After the beggar pulled Ding Hai into the alley, he actually called him "brother".

This title shocked Ding Hai.

Am I a disciple of the Beggars' Sect? No, I am not a beggar.

But I seem to really have a junior brother.

Who am I? Why do I have a junior fellow apprentice?

Who is the beggar in front of me?
Seeing Ding Hai stunned, Lin Jiu brushed away the messy hair on his face and revealed his face: "I am Lin Jiu, Senior Brother."

"Lin Jiu? Gillian, Lin Fengjiao." After seeing the little beggar's face clearly, the fog in Ding Hai's mind dissipated and his memory gradually became clear.

He remembered everything.

"What a good trick, really clever." After regaining his memory, Ding Hai's heart was filled with waves, and then his flesh and blood shattered, leaving only an illusory figure with an evil aura.

He was tricked, or rather, everyone who used the Three Poison Mirage clones to enter Fukou fell into the trap.

The moment they stepped into Fukou, the mirage energy in their bodies was replaced by the strange realm.

Anyone who loses the support of the mirage and steps into Fukou is, in a sense, dead.

Therefore, his spiritual sense told him that he was dead.

After arriving at Fukou, that body was more like a ghost body than a physical body.

No wonder he couldn't remember anything, because that body didn't allow him to recall the past.

Faced with the evil-looking Ding Hai, Lin Jiu was frightened and could not help but take two steps back.

Weird things happened one after another in Fukou, and he began to doubt the authenticity of the person in front of him.

After brushing away the mist in his spiritual platform, Ding Hai could naturally understand what Lin Jiu meant. He glanced at Lin Jiu unhappily and asked, "Do you want to know who your destined marriage partner is?"

Lin Jiu, who was originally preparing to escape, stopped after hearing Ding Hai's words. This was exactly the question he asked Ding Hai in Yong'an Inn. They were the only two people in the room at the time.

Lin Jiu began to believe that the guy in front of him, who was even more bizarre than a demon, was Ding Hai: "Brother, of course I want to know."

Ding Hai lied in a familiar way: "The matter of marriage is mysterious and hard to predict, it is not my forte."

Lin Jiu asked: "What about the offspring?"

Ding Hai continued to lie: "The word fate is both predetermined by heaven and man-made, and it is not immutable."

After hearing Ding Hai's identical answer, Lin Jiu breathed a sigh of relief and then asked, "Brother, when did you enter Fukou?
Did you also follow the guidance of the seniors of Wuyi Temple and come to the inner world of Fukou?"

"No." At this point, Ding Hai was also very confused. According to the information he got from Wuyi Temple, after ordinary people enter the calm belt at sea, the first place they should enter should be a bizarre city.

This city has no specific name, but it is called Fukou because a large number of ships and overseas merchants travel to and from the dock outside the city every day.

Everything is normal in this city during the day. You have no problem traveling, eating and shopping in this city. Due to its special nature, you can even buy most of the goods in the world here.

But as evening approaches, be sure to leave before the city gates close.

Fukou is not quiet under the night. It is brightly lit in public but sneaky and sneaky in secret. It is difficult for a living person to see the sun rising the next morning in this city.

According to the information provided by Wuyi Temple, there were a total of fourteen Transcendental Monks who followed the two Yin Shen masters of this sect into Fukou.

Of the life lamps they left on the mountain, eleven went out on the first night.

The life lamps of the remaining three people were all extinguished on the second night.

Although the life lamps of the two Yin God elders have not been extinguished yet, they are most likely trapped in a state of neither life nor death, just like Wuyi God Lord, and the lights on their life lamps are now dim like stars.

Ding Hai originally thought that he would have to play brain teasers for a long time in Fukou City, or make a big fuss in Fukou City, before he could find any clues about Wuyi God, but he might get nothing at all.

But he never expected that he would be deceived before he even entered Fukou City.

If he hadn't met Lin Jiu, he would have been in ignorance for the rest of his life.

"Junior brother, what do you mean when you say this is the inner world of Fukou?" The intelligence that Wuyi Shrine gave Ding Hai did not include any information about this small town.

This small town has never been mentioned in any of the legends circulating about Fukou.

"When I went to Fukou three days ago, I found a dog hole at the base of the city wall in a corner of the southern city of Fukou. This is a rare thing.

It was daytime at the time, so I went closer to take a look, and found the logo of Wuyi Temple inside the dog hole.

I suspect that this symbol was left behind by the two elders of Wuyi Temple to convey some message to future generations.

I was originally planning to exit the dog hole and inform Wuyi Temple of my discovery, but someone pushed me from behind and pushed me directly out of the dog hole.

After I finally crawled out of the dog hole, I arrived at this small town, wearing tattered clothes like a beggar. "

"I originally thought that this town was just like the Fukou Ghost Domain, where demons and monsters would come out at night, and I could die then and report back.

But after these two nights, I found that this is a very normal town. There are no monsters or ghosts, and there is nothing unusual at all.

Therefore, I suspect that this is the inner world of Fukou City, a world that is completely opposite to Fukou City."

Lin Jiu is not a pushover either. He often goes to the Maoshan Scripture Library and he knows about the inner world and the surface world.

"Brother, I searched this town thoroughly the day before yesterday and yesterday, but found no new marks left by the elders of Wuyi Temple. What should we do next?"

"It's obvious that we have landed on someone else's territory. We have no say in what to do. In my opinion, we should stop playing games like Judge Di or Justice Bao and just turn the table over."

"Brother, what do you mean?" Lin Jiu looked at Ding Hai with a wild and cool look on his face and felt inexplicably scared.

"Junior brother, have you ever heard that explosion is justice and equivalent is truth?"

"No."

"You'll be able to see it soon." Ding Hai looked at the bright sun in the sky and smiled silently.

　The first chapter is sent today. The editor has informed me that it will be put on the shelves next week at the latest. I hope you can give me a first order before leaving.

　　
　
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