Maoshan Judge

Chapter 313 Touching the Ghosts
"But there are not many roads left. Have you seen it? You will arrive after passing the front." Ha Jiang pointed to the courtyard in front of him, and saw the three big characters "Fengdu City" written in the courtyard over there, and there were two stone lions in front of the courtyard. Located on either side of the door.

"Okay, we still have business, so I won't accompany you in~`" humming a little song and leaving Huangquan Road with Ha Jiang. Two ten-meter-high gates stood in front of us. When we approached, the gates opened naturally.

We walked inside, and saw a stone gate at the back of the courtyard, with three big characters "Grateful Gate" written on the door. The stone gate is also strange, the door handle is not a ring, but something like a funnel. Two goalkeeper generals stood there and shouted at us, "What are you here for?"

"Oh, we want to see the King of Fengdu." Beckham bowed politely, and the gatekeeper on the left looked at us contemptuously, "If you want to pass by us, you must have sincere tears."

"Tears?" We all sighed, especially me. I knew that there was such a level, and I put away the tears that the ghost shed before.

"Yes, did you see that, you need such a big cup?" The goalkeeper on the right took out a cup of about 350ml from behind. We stared at the big cup with dumbstruck eyes, and Xiao Bei became even more depressed, "Damn, such a big cup Cups, even if you are blinded by tears, you can’t get so much, can you?”

"Who said you want your tears? There is a Thanksgiving House over there, which is full of ghosts. As long as you move them, they will naturally shed tears." "House" in big characters, Xiaobei took the cup, "Okay, wait for us"

We went to the Thanksgiving Courtyard, and there was a large stage inside, but there was no one on the stage, and there were many ghosts underneath, chatting and laughing happily. Cry some tears, let's meet King Fengdu"

"Hahaha, crazy, we all want to see King Fengdu, but we just can't shed tears, unless one of you goes up to tell a story and moves us, we will shed tears for you." The ghost laughed all the time.

"Okay, let me say it first." Xiaobei jumped onto the stage, "I'm about to start, please give me some applause."

The audience was full of applause, and he spoke confidently, "A long time ago, a man's mother died, and instead of crying in the mourning hall, he started playing musical instruments. Later, many people didn't understand why? On the day of the funeral, the man drank a lot, and in the end many friends asked him why he drank.”

The ghosts below all had gloomy faces, as if they wanted to cry. Seeing the initial success, Xiaobei continued: "The man said in the end, I can't forget the fact that my mother passed away without drinking, and finally vomited blood. Sansheng passed out immediately."

"Hahahahaha" all the ghosts below opened their mouths and laughed wildly, "This story is old-fashioned, come down you"

"That's right, I heard this story 5000 years ago"

"There is nothing funnier than this joke"

Seeing the atmosphere around him, Xiao Bei became cheerful, and walked off the stage in frustration, looking at Qi Wangwang, "Dude, I've run out of tricks, and you have nothing touching?"

Qi Wangwang shook his head, "No, no, I don't."

"What about you? Brother" Xiao Bei looked at me, but my eyes were already full of tears. It was not about Xiao Bei. I thought about many things I had experienced in myself, and they flowed down unknowingly. Beckham took out the cup and put it close to my face. Tears flowed into the cup. Finally, I wiped my tears and saw that the cup was half full.

"Okay, I'll go up" I said and walked onto the stage, "There was once an old man who had a knife mouth and a bean curd heart, but he died just a few days ago, but his apprentice was not by his side, so he couldn't be with him. Life and death, and he is still so worried about his apprentice after he dies."

There was no sound at all, I continued to cover my eyes, and shouted in pain: "There is also an old man whose grandson was born at an unknown time, and everyone around him hated him, even his parents wanted to throw him away, but in the end The old man tried his best to stop it, and finally when the old man passed away, he still didn't forget to intercede with the errand, and gave him a chance to repay his yang, and even the possibility of seeing his little grandson for the last time."

"Besides, that old man expelled his two sons from the house in order to prevent his son from suffering. In fact, he was very remorseful in his heart, but in order to prevent the villagers from burning his son to death, he had to do so until he passed away, I didn’t even see the appearance of my own sons.”

At this moment, I saw a familiar face under the stage, yes, it was Uncle Qiu, his eye sockets were already wet, but why did he come down like this and not come down with us?

"The old man loves his son and little grandson very much. Every time his little grandson comes back from work, he always gives him one yuan. Although one yuan was worthless at that time, it warmed the little grandson's young heart, but Until the old man died, the grandson was too young to do anything.”

"Wow, it's so touching." Finally, a ghost under the stage cried out, and the rest of the ghosts shed tears one after another. Xiaobei hurriedly used a cup to catch their tears, but I continued talking unknowingly. "But until now, as a little grandson, he still can't solve the old man's problems. If I have the opportunity now, I will definitely do my best to help him."

I took out a napkin from my pocket and wiped the tears from the corners of my eyes, and finally said sadly: "I hope everyone will shed more tears, and do a little bit for that little grandson, and that little grandson is me." After I finished speaking, I stepped off the stage.

"Oh, okay, who made you cry?" Murong Wuchang ran in aggressively, holding a mourning stick in his hand, when the ghosts saw him coming, they all scattered and fled.

"Fuck, Murong Wuchang, get out of here." I pointed at Murong Wuchang and yelled, unexpectedly Murong Wuchang waved the mourning stick in his hand, "Hmph, if you don't want to lose your soul, hand over your tears." No wonder he was so confident, he took it The mourning stick, but I was not afraid. I took out the judge's pen from my back, and the mourning stick shook violently, and finally fell off from his hand.

"Get out!" I raised my foot in displeasure, and put it on Murong Wuchang's body fiercely, and he lay on the ground like a dog crawling and pretended to be dead. Asked: "Have you had enough tears?"

"Hey, it's full, it's a big cup." He proudly raised the cup, and I faced Uncle Qiu, "Why are you here, brother?"

"Whatever I say, I have to admit my mistake to my father. I just learned that my father is the king of Fengdu here." I sighed and said, no wonder he came down, it turned out that Senior Brother Zhong Bang told him about his grandfather.

(End of this chapter)