"You don't have to be polite, Brother Jin. These gold and silver are nothing to me. Please tell me in detail about your uncle's encounter with the ghost." Shen Luo said.
"No problem. When my uncle had the accident, he was cooking in the kitchen. I heard that there seemed to be some noise at the Big Wild Goose Pagoda in the west of the city at that time. Anyway, when I went to find him, he was squatting on the ground trembling, saying something about the ghost, and no matter how I called him, I couldn't wake him up!" Jin Buhuan said.
"Oh, did your uncle tell you what the ghost looked like?" Shen Luo asked.
"Not really." Jin Buhuan shook his head.
"How is Uncle Ling doing now?" Shen Luo asked again.
"My uncle became absent-minded and silent after that. He saw several doctors but his condition didn't improve. Alas..." Jin Buhuan sighed worriedly.
"I know a little about medicine. Can I diagnose your uncle later?" Shen Luo raised his eyebrows and said.
If his uncle was harmed by a ghost, he could take the opportunity to see some clues about the ghost.
"Sir, do you know medicine?" Jin Buhuan looked at Shen Luo with some suspicion.
"Little brother, do you often feel pain in your left shoulder today, and numbness in your hands and feet at night?" Shen Luo swept his spiritual sense over Jin Buhuan's body, and sensed that the blood circulation in his left shoulder was not smooth, so he said with a smile.
"How do you know?" Jin Buhuan asked in surprise.
"A doctor can know many things at a glance through the four techniques of observation, listening, questioning and palpation." Shen Luo said.
"Sir, you are truly a miracle doctor. I will definitely check on my uncle later." Jin Buhuan no longer had any doubts and said excitedly.
"No problem." Shen Luo nodded slightly, glanced at the middle-aged scholar who stood up and walked out, immediately waved the two of them away, and stood up to greet him.
"Sir, we are really destined to meet again."
"It's you? You also come to listen to the story of how the Tang Emperor cheated himself into living for thirty years?" The middle-aged scholar said with a smile when he saw Shen Luo.
"Cheating thirty years of life?" Shen Luo was stunned.
He was just busy talking to the waiter and Jin Buhuan, and didn't pay attention to what the storyteller in the store was saying. He only vaguely heard the words "Taizong's soul returns to the underworld, and a water and land ceremony is performed to pray for the souls of the deceased."
"The Emperor Tang promised the Dragon King of Jing River to plead for him, but he broke his promise. The two argued in the underworld, and the people in the underworld were greedy for wealth and fame. Not only did they severely punish the ghost of the Dragon King of Jing River, they also added 30 years of life to the Emperor Tang. Humph!" The scholar in white showed resentment on his face.
"Dragon King of Jinghe River!" Shen Luo was shocked when he heard this.
On that day in the underworld, what Hu Yong wanted to release was the ghost of the Dragon King of Jinghe River. Cheng Yaojin was very secretive about the matter and refused to say more.
"Oh, it seems you don't know about the Dragon King of Jinghe River. That's right, the Tang Emperor did such a heinous thing, so naturally he would not allow anyone to spread it everywhere. The storytellers in this building only dare to tell some fragments of what happened back then, which is really boring." The scholar in white sneered, as if he felt it was boring to talk with Shen Luo, and continued to walk outside.
"Sir, please stay." Shen Luo dodged and stopped the man again.
"What else do you have to say?" The scholar in white frowned.
"There is one thing I don't understand, could you please help me solve it? Where did you get the golden scales that you used to buy fish?" Shen Luo asked with a bow.
"Where did I get it from and what does it have to do with you?" The scholar in white tapped his palm with a paper fan and said lightly.