Taoist priest in the foggy capital

Chapter 19 Red Stick
Since officially becoming a regular employee, Yin Xiu has finally received the treatment she deserves in the factory.

As the only senior technician from the Tang Dynasty in To Kwa Wan, he will naturally receive all kinds of looks. In addition to the admiration of girls, there are also more confusions, doubts and jealousies from men.

Yin Xiu accepts all kinds of looks and ideas. What else can he do if he doesn't accept them?

In Hong Kong Island, most Taoist priests cannot make money.

Even people like Uncle Ming have to make a living by frying glutinous rice. If Yin Xiu takes Taoism as her main job now, she may soon be squatting under an overpass to tell fortunes.

The job in the factory is not that bad. At least his current salary is the same as that of senior technicians, and his working hours have been reduced by one-third.

When he has nothing to do, he can stay in his own small workspace, either meditating or catching up on sleep. Where can he find such a job on Hong Kong Island?

Of course, the working hours in the factory are not fixed, and there are always accidents.

Just like tonight, when getting off work, a machine suddenly stopped moving. It took Yin Xiu several hours to repair it and take out several gears that were entangled with chewing gum.

"It doesn't matter if people work two shifts, but the machines have to be running from morning to night, all year round. Can they not break down?"

Yin Xiu muttered and shook his head helplessly.

He originally planned to ask Uncle Ming for a few questions on spiritual practice after get off work, but it was already late at night, so he had no choice but to give up and ask again tomorrow.

After entering the third level of the Profound Entrance, feeling the flow of qi and blood, and being able to use it skillfully, his complexion has improved visibly. He has changed from the weak appearance of excessive indulgence before, and has become more energetic.

This is a good thing. At least when walking at night, those girls walking in front will not look back every step of the way, their palms sweating nervously.

Taking stock of the recent changes, Yin Xiu unknowingly walked to the door of her house. The street lamp that flickered on and off at the street corner was finally completely extinguished. Only the moonlight sprinkled a layer of silver frost on the ground, making people's eyes shine.

By the moonlight, Yin Xiu saw a strong man leaning on a telephone pole at the intersection, smoking a cigarette and staring at him coldly.

There were all kinds of weirdos in Guangming, so Yin Xiu didn't intend to pay attention to him. He just walked forward, walking slowly and slowly, as if there was no one more person here at all.

Just when he was about to pass the strong man, the other party threw the cigarette butt in front of his feet, sparks flying and falling on his newly bought leather boots.

Yin Xiu frowned, "Brother, are you okay?"

"No."

Yin Xiu nodded and said, "Oh, that's good."

Just as he was about to continue walking forward, the strong man kicked him hard in the ribs, and a strong wind suddenly blew up in the alley.

Yin Xiu's eyes flashed with anger, and she used her hands to block the opponent's sharp kick. At the same time, she stepped forward and caught the opponent's back knee with one foot, restraining the opponent's tendency to retreat, and delivered an uppercut. Kick the opponent's chin hard.

Seeing that there was no way to avoid it, the man did not hesitate to smash his forehead into Yin Xiu's face with great force.

[What kind of bad boy’s style of play is this! 】

Yin Xiu was startled, and immediately changed his fist to his palm, and pushed the side of the opponent's face. The fierce headbutt rubbed his own temple, and their shoulders hit each other hard.

The man's body hurt, but he became even more excited. He grabbed Yin Xiu's belt with both hands and pressed his elbows tightly to Yin Xiu's sides.

As soon as he grabbed the belt, the man said yes, feeling that he had the upper hand.

Just when he was about to throw Yin Xiu out with all his strength, his vision suddenly went dark, as if he had dozed off unintentionally.

When he opened his eyes again, Yin Xiu didn't know when he had broken free and hit him in the face with a knee.

If the impact was strong, it would be easy to lose a few teeth. Naturally, the man knew how powerful it was. He suddenly lowered his waist, arched his body, and his head was almost on the ground, avoiding the knee. hit.

Yin Xiu landed on the ground and was about to attack, but the man raised his hand to signal him to stop. "Brother, I'm here for the funeral."

"Big funeral?"

Yin Xiu did not continue to take action, but still maintained his posture. After thinking for a while, he tentatively said: "I didn't see you on Bolan Street that day."

The strong man chuckled, "You haven't seen me? I haven't seen you yet! By the way, my name is Chuanbao, and I am He Lisheng's 426."

He stretched out his hand to express reconciliation, but Yin Xiu ignored him and just looked at him coldly.

Kuanbao didn't take it seriously and continued: "Da Sang said that you and that old guy are very good. You can kill a werewolf in three clicks and two divided by two. I don't believe it, so I came to give it a try. I hope you don't mind."

As he spoke, he lowered his head and stretched his neck, "If you are still not satisfied, I will just punch you. I will never fight back or hold grudges."

"That's what you said!"

"I'm telling you, there's a saying of the short mule: if you go out to fool around, admit your mistakes, and stand at attention when you're beaten."

"Okay, then don't regret it!"

Yin Xiu stretched out her hand, patted him lightly on the shoulder, and said, "Okay, it's been written off."

Chuan Bao laughed and hugged Yin Xiu's shoulders, "Brother, that's so funny! I originally thought you monks had weird tempers and looked down on us gangsters."

Yin Xiu didn't break away or respond, but just asked: "What's the matter? Did Da Sang ask you to come to me?"

When it came to business, Chuan Bao's expression became more serious. He took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and handed one to Yin Xiu. Yin Xiu didn't take it, so he took one out and held it in his mouth.

"The werewolf you beat to death last time was from a gang. Now its gang has stepped over to demand an explanation from Da Sang. It seems to be some kind of wild wolf gang."

Yin Xiu was quite surprised that these werewolves dared to go out so brazenly, but he still said calmly: "The Wild Wolf Gang wants you to befriend someone?"

"Well, they want to release someone within three days of the funeral."

Chuan Bao nodded and exhaled a cloud of smoke. He glanced at Yin Xiu and said slowly: "But no matter how stupid you are, you can see that what they want is not for us to hand over a few people, but for Bolan Street." control."

"What did you say about the great funeral?"

"leave!"

Kuanbao threw the cigarette on the ground and stamped it out with his foot.

"What else can he say? He definitely doesn't know how to make friends, let alone the territory. According to the rules, we should set up a few tables and have a drink. We all decided on it and gave him a red envelope, and then the matter was over. .”

"But the Wild Wolf Gang didn't agree?"

Chuan burst into laughter, with anger in his voice, "Those guys are all ghosts, how could they agree? There will definitely be a fight in the next few days."

He glanced at Yin Xiu again, "After I came out to hang out, I have had one fight every three days and one fight every five days. I have long been used to it. But this time our opponents are a group of werewolves. We But I have no experience.”

"Okay, I understand."

Yin Xiu nodded, "I will ask Uncle Ming what he said, and I will give you an answer then."

"Okay, please. If you have any trouble these days, just tell us. There are our brothers in the light, and they are easy to find."

Kuanbao waved to him, turned around and disappeared into the night.

(End of this chapter)