mage in the late qing dynasty

Chapter 571
The Huang family is a big family, and Mrs. Huang has been terminally ill for a long time, so there are still many people wearing gold and silver today, and they are not ready for mourning.

The virtues of landlords and evil gentry in this era are clear to Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Yixian hurried over and grabbed Zhao Chuanxin's loose sleeve robe: "Shenxian Zhao, you must not talk nonsense on such occasions."

The old man is dead, and he might get beaten for speaking out.

Zhao Shenxian is very capable, so naturally he is not afraid, but he, Zhao Yixian, is made of flesh and blood.

Zhao Chuanxin asked carelessly: "The Huang family is a landlord? Have you done anything wrong?"

"This..." Zhao Yixian hesitated: "Old Mrs. Huang, except that when he was young, he was a little anxious, and forcibly took other people's mother-in-law as a concubine; besides occupying the fields of more than [-] families; Apart from being imprisoned and causing family destruction, I really haven’t done too many bad things.”

"..." Zhao Chuanxin fixedly looked at Zhao Yixian, and made him trembling: "One fairy, one fairy, your magnanimity is on par with mine, and I admire it."

After hearing this, Zhao Yixian relaxed, and showed the Huang family with a straight face, but his tone was extremely respectful: "This is too much praise, God Zhao, please give these ordinary people a chance to recite scriptures and pray, without wasting precious money." mana, just be as casual as you like.”

I praise you for being paralyzed, you are an indiscriminate dog.

For these big families, the general owner has already made all kinds of preparations before the lamps are exhausted.

For example, next to the built mourning hall, a high platform was built long ago, specially for monks or Taoist priests to perform ceremonies.

Zhao Chuanxin rolled his eyes, got up, and lifted his sleeves: "Okay, Daoist, I'll be on stage."

When he came to the high platform, Zhao Chuanxin didn't take the steps. He "floated" up the two-meter-high platform.

Zhao Yixian's eyes lit up.

The Huang family was very dissatisfied just now, but seeing Zhao Chuanxin Xiaolu's hand, all dissatisfaction was put away.

There is a table on the high platform, on which there are only incense burners, three wine cups, and two candlesticks with thick candles.

Normally speaking, if someone is dead, the Daoist should prepare his own tools for the dojo.

Next, Huang Juzhong, the next head of the Huang family, asked Zhao Yixian: "Shenxian Zhao..."

Zhao Yixian glanced at Benjamin Goldberg next to him, and hurriedly stopped him: "From now on, you must never be called a god."

Huang Juzhong looked at him suspiciously. Zhao Yixian was not so humble the last time he came here.

But he still nodded: "Mr. Zhao, the Daoist on the stage, why doesn't he have a master knife, a French flag, a canopy ruler, and a three-clear bell..."

Zhao Yixian looked at Benjamin Goldberg, and said bravely: "This Daoist is a real master, he can follow his words and follow his steps, and when he is there, he can communicate with the world, and he is very good. "

Benjamin Goldberg couldn't help laughing at his nonsense.

When Huang Juzhong saw that the foreign boy was actually laughing, he was immediately annoyed, and coughed heavily to remind him that this occasion is very solemn.

At the same time, he couldn't help but secretly despise him, he was indeed a barbarian from the West, and he didn't understand etiquette.

On the stage, Zhao Chuanxin took out a bottle of high-quality sorghum wine from the secret realm, and with a swipe of his sword finger, a line of wine flew out of the bottle and fell evenly among the three wine cups.

The relatives and friends of the Huang family below stopped crying and looked at Zhao Chuanxin on the stage with piercing eyes, a little dumbfounded.

Whenever Zhao Yixian saw such a miraculous scene, he would tremble with excitement.

This is the real fairy.

Zhao Chuanxin took out the cigarette point and held it in his mouth, and lit two candles by the way.

Everyone: "..."

He's really handsome for only five seconds, and it's the first time he saw a Taoist priest smoking a cigarette when he was doing the dojo.

After the candle was lit, Zhao Chuanxin took a puff on his cigarette, and pointed at three wine cups with his sword.

The wine in the wine cup quickly turned into three clouds of mist, and a thin line was connected to the candle. The high-concentration wine gas was ignited and burned into three characters of "liberation" in the air.

In the audience, Benjamin Goldberg slapped his hands suddenly: "Good!"

Everyone glared at the foreign boy.

What the fuck are you watching here?It's still applauded?
Benjamin Goldberg has seen the magic performance of the circus, and he is definitely not as exciting as the master.

So I couldn't hold back...

He smiled awkwardly, cupped his hands and said, "I'm sorry, I'm really sorry."

On the stage, Zhao Chuanxin suddenly shouted: "Old man Wu, don't leave in a hurry, or Daoist will make you lose your mind!"

The expressions of relatives and friends in the audience changed after hearing this.

At this time, you said that your soul was gone, didn't you come to smash the scene?

But the various miraculous abilities that Zhao Chuanxin showed really looked like a worldly expert, and they dared not say it.

Zhao Chuanxin shouted: "Tell me, when you were ten years old, did you spy on the village widow taking a bath?"

The faces of the people below were strange.

When the old man Huang was young, he was a real man, and he did a lot of extraordinary things.

At this moment, an old man's voice with a heavy phlegm came from nowhere: "I have indeed seen it."

The dying old Mrs. Huang, who faltered and faltered in his speech, really looked alike.But the accent is different.

Zhao Chuanxin asked again: "Have you ever occupied another's wife?"

The old man's voice trembled: "Yes."

The crowd was in an uproar.

Zhao Chuanxin continued: "Have you ever invaded other people's property?"

"Yes!"

The crowd began to riot.

"Has Zhongliang been framed?"

"Yes!"

At this time, Huang Juzhong in the audience shouted loudly: "Don't ask any more!"

He shuddered with fear.

He was really afraid, afraid that the dead ghost father would be dead if he died. If some ulterior motives were revealed again, the Huang family might be implicated, and the family would be ruined in the end.

When the atmosphere was up, Huang Juzhong really thought it was a ghost talking.

As everyone knows, the voice came from the palm of Zhao Chuanxin's left hand on the stage.

Zhao Chuanxin smiled slightly, and continued to ask: "Old man Huang, do you know how to repent after seeing the Daoist?"

"I know I was wrong!"

Zhao Chuanxin's complexion changed: "Whether you change it or not, Daoist asked you to stay below and suffer a little bit first."

Under the stage, the white-haired wife of the old Mrs. Huang wailed, "It must not be done, Daoist..."

Good guy, is this still a dojo?
Shouldn't it be superseding the souls of the dead?

How did it become Punishment of the Undead?
Huang Juzhong looked at the shocked expressions on the left and right, and couldn't help but blush, it's embarrassing.

The Huang family was ashamed today.

He really wanted to go on stage and knock Zhao Chuanxin down.

But he didn't have the guts.

At this time, Zhao Chuanxin said loudly: "Is the bull's head and horse's face here?"

A pair of urns and urns responded in harmony: "Yes!"

It can even be heard that this is the combination of two voices.

No one can believe it.

Everyone's expression changed.

Could it be that the two little bosses under the judge really came to the Huang family's mansion?

Immediately, everyone felt the wind blowing.

Coincidentally, there was a gust of wind.

It wasn't cold at all, but everyone couldn't help but fight a cold war.

Zhao Chuanxin pointed in the direction where no one was there: "Put a fork in the Taoist priest's mouth, and then cut it with a knife."

Niutou is good at using a steel fork, while Ma Mian is good at using a long knife.

Only a stern scream was heard: "Ah... forgive me!"

Everyone had goosebumps.

Zhao Chuanxin pointed to Kong and said: "Today, Lord Dao gave you a chance to make a mistake, so you should seize it.

Daoist asks you to give dreams to the landlords and evil gentry in Qinzhou, especially those who commit crimes.

You tell them that if they don't repent, don't know how to actively do good deeds, and don't fight for the rise of China, after they die, they will be skinned and boned, soaked in oil, and all kinds of torture will be in front of them. , their hair will be pulled out one by one, their nails will be pried open one by one, all their teeth will be knocked out, their bones will be broken into ten thousand pieces, and they will suffer in hell forever..."

Following Zhao Chuanxin's description, everyone present was terrified.

Zhao Chuanxin talked about the kung fu of a cigarette, but his mouth was dry.

Eager to speak, he pointed to a water tank in the corner: "Water here!"

The water in the tank rose into the sky and flew towards Zhao Chuanxin.

It turned into a line and fell into Zhao Chuanxin's mouth.

The cow drank and the remaining water disintegrated in the air.

"Om".

Turn into water mist and disperse.

"Okay." Zhao Chuanxin flicked the cigarette butt: "The Daoist will give you seven days, and the first seven days will pass. If there is a villain in Qinzhou, if you don't bring the letter, you will be tortured and finally lost your soul!"

After finishing speaking, Zhao Chuanxin floated off the stage again and came in front of everyone.

Huang Juzhong swallowed his saliva, and said dryly, "Mr. Daoist, this..."

"What's this and that, Mahler Gobi, why don't you hurry up and start the meeting?" Zhao Chuanxin cursed and pinched Huang Juzhong's collar: "From now on, the Huang family will only do good things, don't ask about the future, do you understand?"

"Understood, understood, Daoist..."

"Understood? Understood, hurry up and open a table for Daoist Lord."

Zhao Yixian was dumbfounded.

It was the first time he had experienced this kind of scene after he had calculated the hexagrams of his whole life, and had planned all his life's weddings and weddings.

Zhao Chuanxin really stunned the Huang family.

After stabbing and chopping the soul of Mrs. Huang, the Huang family had to treat him well, which was really an eye-opener.

In ancient times, Su Dongpo was dispatched to Hainan. After eating raw oysters, he said: "I don't want Chinese and Korean officials to know. I'm afraid they will fight to move south to share the taste."

Although it's hard work, but Su Shi's foodie can't go wrong.

The big oysters in Qinzhou are the most famous oysters in the nearby waters.

At the banquet, Zhao Chuanxin ate oysters.

He took out the mortar and asked his disciples to pound the garlic on the spot, sauté the shallots, garlic and peppers until fragrant, and blended soy sauce, cooked sesame seeds, chopped cooked peanuts, vinegar, pepper, cooking wine, salt...

Zhao Chuanxin gave each of Zhao Yixian and Benjamin Goldberg a bowl.

There are only four people and one dog at this table.

The other person is Huang Juzhong who accompanied him.

Cooking rice: "Wow, woof, woof..."

Zhao Chuanxin stuffed a piece of oyster into its mouth: "Hey, you can't eat this dipping sauce, it's very spicy."

However, a plate was evenly distributed, and it was filled with chicken, duck and fish for the dry rice.

When Huang Juzhong saw Zhao Yixian and Benjamin Goldberg eating with the dipping sauce blended by Zhao Chuanxin, they were all smiling, and also watched eagerly.

Zhao Chuanxin scolded and said: "Your Huang family has done all the immoral things, and you are not worthy of eating Daoist food, bah, what?"

"..." Huang Juzhong was unhappy.

This is so hurtful.

Zhao Yixian patted Huang Juzhong on the shoulder, but there was nothing he could do.

Huang Juzhong suddenly thought of something: "Mr. Dao, you are always able to communicate with the underworld, but is there a way to go to the judge and cancel the book of life and death? If you can make me immortal, I would like to give you my wealth."

Zhao Chuanxin picked oysters with a knife and said, "Who the hell cares about your wealth!"

Huang Juzhong didn't give up: "Is there a female family member you want?"

"Dare to destroy the Taoist heart?" Zhao Chuanxin stared.

"This... absolutely dare not, I don't mean that."

After eating and drinking enough, Huang Juzhong needs to arrange accommodation.

Zhao Chuanxin pointed to his apprentice and said, "Put my apprentice in order, the Taoist master will drink the wind and drink the dew, and there is no need for a bedroom."

After all, he ran up to the roof with a run-up.

Huang Juzhong looked up at the starry sky: "High, it's really high, today Huang met a real fairy!"

Zhao Yixian felt a little uncomfortable.

A real god is a real god, but it's a pity that his spiritual root is a waste product. It seems that he must serve God Zhao well. If he is kind, even if he donates some panacea to upgrade his spiritual root to ordinary grade, he will be able to compete with that poor aptitude Like Jiang Ziya, it is good to know a little bit of superficial techniques.

The real god Zhao Chuanxin wrapped the quilt tightly on the roof and slept like this all night.

Mainly because he was away from home, and the Huang family was so bad, he was worried that someone would harm him.

What he didn't know was that with the end of last night's dojo and the dispersal of some guests and friends, the news of Mrs. Huang's "contributing to crimes" spread rapidly in Qinzhou at a speed of 30 miles per hour. Big family.

When the first rays of sunlight hit in the morning, Zhao Chuanxin opened his sleepy eyes.

He stretched out on the roof, wiped the dew off his face, and took out a damp quilt.

He flicked his fingers, the water vapor evaporated, he put the quilt away, and floated to the ground.

The Huang family, who was not asleep, looked at him in awe.

Zhao Chuanxin went to meet his apprentice and Zhao Yixian, and had breakfast with Huang Juzhong.

Zhao Chuanxin said to Zhao Yixian: "Okay, Master Dao is going to the execution ground, so let's leave now."

Zhao Yixian's mental journey is extremely complicated.

He regretted following him before, but now he heard that Zhao Chuanxin was leaving, so he quit: "Shenxian Zhao, wait, let me follow..."

(End of this chapter)