Eat the incense of the world, I am actually the underworld

Chapter 36 The Cymbals
as big as World, nothing is nonexistent.

No, a strange thing happened in Jiangcheng today.

Qian Dayuan, the owner of Wanbao Trading Company, wants to marry a wife for his second son, who has long since died, and become a relative of the dead!

As soon as the news came out, there was an uproar all over the city, and there was a lot of discussion in the streets and alleys.

If you ask the reason, it is Qian Dayuan's wife, Liu Shi, who died in Yemeng and her two sons in that underworld, lonely and alone.

After Liu woke up from the dream, she felt chest tightness, shortness of breath and palpitations.

Please ask an expert to interpret the dream, saying that the second son is begging for a daughter-in-law. If you don't obey, I'm afraid it will be troublesome and restless.

Upon hearing this, Mrs. Liu counted her fingers, no, the second son died at the age of five, and now he just turned sixteen, which is the time to marry a wife and have children.

Thinking that the second son was in the underworld, unaccompanied and alone, Mrs. Liu suddenly felt sad and called out to ask for a wife for the second son.

So I asked a ghost matchmaker again, and I asked Mr. Feng Shui to match the horoscope.

This is the reason for this absurd thing in front of me!
On the wedding day, the city was full of hustle and bustle, and many interested people crowded at the gate of the city to watch the excitement.

"I'm coming!"

The procession of seeing off the relatives was still far away, and the ten miles of red makeup like a long dragon attracted the attention of the whole city.

Looking from a distance, it looks like a fire dragon cruising here, so beautiful.

"It's true that the wedding of the dead is more grand than that of the living!"

"No!"

"This ghost bridegroom is really entrusted to be born in a good family, and he can still marry a wife after death. It's really the first time a farmer enters the imperial city."

Mo Chuan stood in the crowd, listening to the local people's discussion, he also sighed in his heart.

After the two teams of sending off the bride and receiving the bride met, the two parties immediately went through the extremely tedious etiquette process under the witness of the whole city.

Amidst the chaotic din, there was a sudden clattering sound from the crowd.

Accompanied by a louder voice, there is also a hoarse shout:

"Guo is not dead! Guo is not dead!"

However, the voice disappeared after a few sounds.

Mo Chuan tiptoed to follow the prestige, and vaguely saw a burst of pushing and shoving in the crowd.

It's a pity that there are too many people watching the excitement, and it is so tightly covered that nothing can be seen.

He frowned, turned his head, and continued to stare at the cymbal player from the drumming class.

It didn't take long for the yin marriage parties to finish the process, and the wedding reception team immediately returned home in the middle of whistling.

On this day, Qian's mansion held a large banquet and invited the people of the whole city to celebrate together.

Not to mention the delicacies of the mountains and seas in the mansion, but the flowing water banquet outside the mansion is also a top-notch dish, and the people all give their thumbs up.

For a moment, the treacherous atmosphere of the yin marriage disappeared without a trace.

At night, the Qian Mansion became quiet.

The musician who had been beating and beating all day was finally able to go back to the inn to rest.

For them, the joint burial tomorrow is the highlight.

Today is just a marriage process!

"Master, what's the situation with the beater kid today?"

In the inn, Guapi, a junior student in the wind and percussion class, asked mysteriously while soaking his feet with the master.

"Hush! Don't inquire about what you shouldn't."

The old master, who was enjoying the comfort of soaking his feet in hot water, rolled his eyes when he heard this.

"Oh!"

The skin of the melon was wilted, and after a while, he asked again: "Master, how can you say that Mrs. Guo is not dead?"

"You melon skin, why do you talk so much?"

The old master blew his hair, and when he raised his hand, his brain collapsed.

"Ouch!"

The rind of the melon groaned in pain, and he covered his head in silence.

"Add hot water!"

The master glared at Guapi.

"Oh!"

Guapi sullenly picked up the kettle to add water, he didn't want to, he was full of the day's affairs, he accidentally added too much hot water.

"Hey, you want to burn me to death, don't you?"

The master was furious and was about to teach the apprentices a lesson when there was a knock on the door.

"Who?"

"But Master Zhong from the wind and percussion class in Tian'an Village?"

A warm inquiry came from outside the door.

Master Zhong glared at the apprentice, thinking that it might be a customer, he quickly wiped his feet and got up to open the door.

Squeak!The door opens.

Master Zhong raised his eyebrows, and it was a young Taoist priest who knocked on the door in the middle of the night.

——It was none other than Mo Chuan who came.

"Master Zhong, excuse me! Pindao was passing by Jiangcheng today, and happened to see the master playing music, and accidentally found that the master had a pair of cymbals with a very different shape. Pindao has a friend who likes to collect musical instruments from all over the world, so Pindao intends to buy them as gifts. To my friend, Master Zhong, do you like it?"

Mo Chuan made up an excuse casually.

While speaking, he took out another tael of silver from his bosom.

Master Zhong's eyes lit up immediately when he saw the silver money. His wind and percussion class works for Qian Shi, and his income is only three taels of silver.

This is already several times the market price.

On weekdays, weddings and funerals are at least half a penny, and most are no more than one tael. Seven or eight people in the class earn a penny, which is a hard-earned money.

Right now, a tael of silver is in the account for no reason, and it is still a private account, how can he not be moved by this?
"Medium is medium, but..." Master Zhong showed hesitation.

"Pin Dao can add a hundred Wen, it can't be more."

Mo Chuan feigned pain, gritted his teeth, and took out a bunch of copper coins tied with hemp rope from his sleeve.

"Oh, Daoist, you are too polite! Daoist, you think this is good. I will send it to you after I finish the work of the Qian family tomorrow. Can you win?"

Master Zhong was overjoyed when he saw this. His so-called hesitation was nothing more than using musical instruments for tomorrow's funeral!
"That's impossible. Pindao has an appointment with the Escort, and he has to leave tomorrow morning. I'm afraid we won't be able to wait."

Mo Chuan randomly found an excuse.

He didn't come to the door during the day, and he was already impatient.

How dare you have long nights and dreams?
"This……"

Master Zhong hesitated for a moment, seeing that the Taoist priest didn't intend to increase the price, he gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, I'll find a way to borrow it from my colleagues, and the priest will wait for me."

As he spoke, he hurried back to the room and fetched the pair of cymbals, for fear that Mo Chuan would regret it.

Master Zhong breathed a sigh of relief when the transaction between the two was completed.

"I'd like to ask you a bit too much, may I ask Master Zhong where did he find this pair of cymbals?"

Mo Chuan took the cymbal, looked it over, and heaved a sigh of relief.

One of the pair of cymbals should be made of common copper.

The other piece is the same as his cymbal, except that the golden ruthlessness in it is a little weaker.

"The blacksmith shop! The master told me that one of these pieces was sold to him by a passing beggar. He saw that the shape was quite exquisite, so he made another piece on his own initiative and made a pair, which happened to be bought by me."

"I see!"

Suddenly, Mo Chuan cupped his fists and said, "I'm sorry to disturb you in the middle of the night, I'm sorry to say goodbye!"

"The Taoist priest is polite!"

Master Zhong watched Mo Chuan leave, and then went back to the house to dress and pack his things, and was going to borrow a pair of cymbals from his colleagues for tomorrow's errand.

By the way, here Mo Chuan just went down from the second floor of the inn when he bumped into a young scholar head-on.

When the shoulders were wrong, both of them subconsciously glanced at each other.

'After all, he is a scholar whose ten fingers do not touch the spring water, but he is born with fine skin and tender flesh. '

Mo Chuan muttered subconsciously in his heart.

He has walked this world for some time, and most of the people he saw had dark complexions and rough skin.

Only the rich and powerful who are pampered and pampered have better skin.

and many more!

Could it be that the other party... is also a practitioner?
Then what is his purpose here?

Mo Chuan's expression suddenly became strange, it couldn't be such a coincidence, could it?

　[Thanks for the reward of "Story Spreading"! 】

　　
　
(End of this chapter)