Before going to the southern border, they decided to go back to Jiangnan first. Qi Yin had an intuition, and if he figured out Wu Yuli's origin, he would be able to figure out Fu Lan's origin. If you want to check Wu Yuli, if you want to go to Nanjiang, you have to go to Jiangnan. It's been half a year since Wu Tang came out, it's like half a lifetime. This journey went straight to Meng Qinghe's hometown of Changzhou. On the March day, the wind was blowing, and the white velvet fluttered all over the sky. When they arrived, it was just in the evening, and the sky was full of red and rolling sun, as if it had come out of the dye vat, and it was very eye-catching.
When he arrived at the ground, he first sacrificed to the temple of the five internal organs, and Qi Yin put his arms around Ye Mao and dragged his brother into the restaurant with the other. After a trip to Wufang, I got half of the stolen money from Yunzhi, and my uncle gave him a lot of silver coins. Now he is very rich. I ordered a few taels of beef, a plate of roast goose, a bowl of steamed chicken, two cups of three fresh soup, two bowls of mung bean chess piece noodles, and two pots of shochu. Don't be afraid of not being able to finish it, the cat's belly is big enough to hold everything.
A table was set up in the center of the restaurant, the storyteller sat on it, wiped the two beards on his mouth, gave a shocked slap, and said: "Today, this old man will talk about that powerful, three-headed and six-armed, penetrating sky. The Demon King of the Earth, Fu Lan!"
Qi Yin was shocked and raised his head from his rice bowl.
Everyone applauded, and the storyteller Jing Tangmu slapped his beard again, twisting his beard and said: "Let's talk about that King Fulan, who was born with a tiger back, a black face, long hair, and big ears. A few days ago, he was falsely defeated by Xiao Qidao's long sword. In fact, it went deep into nowhere, and the Xianshan Mountain was turned upside down, and the old man happened to walk to the shore of the Xiangshui River. Seeing that the Miedu Peak was crumbling, it was really frightening!"
Well, his brother has changed from a pig demon to a different person. Qi Yin was speechless.
The whole audience sighed deeply, the storyteller took a sip of tea, and said: "Fu Lan is sexually lewd, in the Hengshan Magic Palace, there is a wine pond and a meat forest, and there are seven, seven and forty-nine witches and witches. Like Qiao, he is more proficient in the secret techniques in the room, nine nine eighty-one. The three children were helped into the water, and they were kings in the mountains of Shanxi Road. All passers-by, men cut their abdomens for food, and women robbed them as slaves. Xianmen Baijia is gnashing its teeth and hating it to the core!"
It is estimated that this is a monster who is full and has nothing to do, and Qi Yin is helpless. Such an ugly name, thanks to the gang of grandsons who came up with it. The whole audience was full of resentment, and all of them were flushed with anger, as if they were going to swallow Fu Lan alive. Unexpectedly, Yu Sang, the military advisor they hated so much, swaggered to the stage and slept with his belly spread out. Several mortal cubs surrounded him, scrambling to scratch his chin. And the co-owner of the demon who did all evil was absent-mindedly watching the crowd of people outside the window. Up to now, two girls had sprained their feet beside their table, three girls came to ask for directions, and the ladies next to him all peeked at him, wringing their handkerchiefs and blushing.
I don't know if Fu Lan listened or not, 80% of the time he didn't, Qi Yin looked at his calm profile, this fellow was like a transparent person everywhere, and he had no sense of existence. Qi Yin also has no sense of existence, but he is like a weed, with a shriveled head and a mind that is inconspicuous. Unlike Fu Lan, when he was silent, he was like a monk who was empty of all four, as if he was about to blend in with the surrounding scenery in the blink of an eye.
"Brother, do you really have seven, seven, forty-nine witches and witches?" Qi Yin asked him.
Fu Lan shook her head, "Twenty-eight."
Qi Yin still remembered the fact that he was forced to dance the Jialing River by those "concubines", and asked, "How are they? Do you like them?"
Fu Lan frowned, "They eat a lot, I can't afford them."
It was too difficult, Qi Yin felt bitter. His brother is clearly the co-owner of the demon, but he is poorer than the barefoot hawker on the roadside.
"Xiaoyin eats less and can afford it." Fu Lan said.
"What about the cat master?"
Fu Lan turned her head to look at the black cat, who was fat like a ball, nestled in the arms of a beautiful girl, squinting and meowing. Fu Lan said in frustration, "I can't afford it anymore."
Qi Yin tried his best to hold back his laughter, and turned his eyes to look out through the window drawer. The breeze was gentle, and it slowly blew into the screen of Qian. He bought too much wine, and Qi Yin couldn't finish it all by himself, so let his brother drink it together. Poured a glass for him, but Fu Lan just kept it. Fu Lan has lived to this day, eating dew like a fairy, but she has never eaten anything. It's boring to drink alone, Qi Yin persuaded him to take a few sips, but Fu Lan refused. Fu Lan praised the sweetness of his blood, Qi Yin suddenly thought of a way to cut his fingertips, drip a few drops of blood into the wine, and said, "Brother, do you want to drink it like this?"
The blood dripped into the wine, and it fainted like smoke and ink. Fu Lan hesitated for a while, and finally picked it up and took a sip.
"How about it, isn't it delicious? Burning the knife is spicy, I knew earlier that I should order a wine with a lighter taste. If we have time, let's go around Shaoxing, where the Huadiao is delicious. In winter, add some wolfberry , put some shredded ginger, once it's hot, it's fragrant. In summer, when the crabs are fat, get some fennel beans, watch the moon, listen to the music and drink the flower carvings, not to mention how beautiful."
Qi Yin simply dropped a few drops of blood into the jug and poured him a few more glasses. Fu Lan was quite able to drink, and she finished drinking without frowning.
The spring light outside was just right, a few branches stretched out from the sill window, and a few flowers and bones were dotted with stars, as if they were about to bloom. There were several beggars in ragged clothes squatting on the other side of the wall, poking their heads and waiting for the stagnant water in the restaurant. With a move, Qi Yin called a few beggars and handed the steamed chicken and roast goose down from the sill window. The beggars looked like they had seen a living Bodhisattva, thanked them again and again, and ate their mouths full of oil while holding their plates.
Qi Yin smiled and said, "It's not for nothing, I'll ask you to find out someone."
"Let's talk about it, uncle, the little ones should know everything and say everything." The beggars said one after another.
"Meng Qinghe, Immortal Master Meng. Do you know?"
"I know, the doctor who became an immortal from the big family of Meng!" said the beggars, "but he hasn't come back for a long time. I heard that he went... What is it called, it seems like a bird returns to a mountain?"
"It's okay, if I don't look for someone else, I'll ask about him? Does he still have relatives and friends here?"
The beggars shook their heads, "The Meng family died as early as eighteen years ago. If you talk about Dr. Meng's blood relatives, no one knows where they are."
"Blood relatives, what do you mean?" Qi Yin asked.
"Don't the two immortal masters know?" a round-faced beggar said, "Dr. Meng is the adopted son of the Meng family, who was picked up by Mr. Meng and his wife when the famine victims crossed the border."
That's it, how could Wu Yuli have parents in this world? Qi Yin said: "To tell the truth, I am the nephew of the immortal master Qinghe. The uncle passed away a few days ago. Our brothers and sisters were instructed by the head to write the epitaph of the uncle. We need to know more about the origin and life of the uncle. Let me tell you a lot.”
After speaking, Qi Yin handed over a few more dishes, and the beggars thanked them again and again, smiling happily, and said, "What's so difficult about this? We can't do the poetry, scriptures, and the righteousness. If we talk about the stories of each family, the family's secrets, which family and how many? This aunt gave birth to a few babies, we do not know. The matter of Dr. Meng's family is also a sin. His family is a prominent family here. There are a lot of people with the surname Meng here. Father Meng and his wife are well-known good-hearted people. They often cook porridge to help the people. , I found a blind child who looked like seven or eight years old. He didn't even come forward to ask for porridge, but sat alone on a stone. Mrs. Meng brought the porridge to him personally, he thanked him, but then gave it to a Bi He is a younger child. Just ask, when he almost cannibalized, how could such a kind and good boy come from. Madam Meng had a heart of sympathy and took him home. "
I don't know if Wu Yuli was deliberately trying to please Mrs. Meng or what? Qi Yin asked, "Then what?"
"This baby is smart and handsome. He is only ten years old. He knows both poetry, calligraphy, rhythm, and medical theory. The old Meng family has such a child, even if they are blind, they are happy. At the age of seven, the end is over. Old Meng and his wife were old and left one after another. Even though Doctor Meng’s name was on the family tree, he was still an adopted son. Father Meng’s younger brother, Meng Huaishan, coveted the Meng family’s property, took it by force, and took Doctor Meng kicked out of the house." The beggars shook their heads and sighed, "It is estimated that God will not stand it, and within a year, Meng Huaishan and his son will be taken away."
When the beggars said this, they stopped, Qi Yin was about to ask again, but they seemed to be hesitant to say anything. The only round-faced beggar scratched his head and said boldly, "The ancestral hall of the Meng family came to collect the corpses for Meng Huaishan's father and son, and the servant helped his son comb his hair. When the comb was pulled, the skull fell off. It doesn't matter if you don't look at it. It scared me half my life!"
"What's wrong?"
The round-faced beggar stuck out his tongue and whispered, "His head is empty."
"Really?" Qi Yin said, "How can there be such a thing?"
"Of course it's true, this matter has spread all over the Changzhou government, and they all say that Meng Huaishan's father and son committed crimes, and God will punish him." The round-faced beggar said, "Fortunately, Doctor Meng had already returned from practicing medicine at that time. Wen Qiangshi has been out for another year, and he has learned a lot. Everyone is so scared that their legs are weak, but he did not change his face, and made a decisive decision, and asked the servants to seal Meng Huaishan and his son in an iron coffin and bury them outside the city."
"Still using an iron coffin?"
"Isn't that right? If something goes wrong with this corpse, and if something goes wrong, we won't suffer?" Qi'er said, "Speaking of which, it's fortunate that Doctor Meng has foresight. Sure enough, someone passed by the place where Meng Huaishan's father and son were buried at night. , I heard the sound of knocking on the coffin under the ground! Boom, boom, every sound, it is the iron coffin of Meng Huaishan and his son!"
"Returning his mother's corpse?" Qi Yin was stunned.
"Some people said that they heard something roaring from the ground, and the sound was very strange, not like a human, but like a beast." Qi'er said, and he was also sweating coldly, "Afterwards, Doctor Meng gave up his family property and went to Xianshan has cultivated Taoism."
Qi Yin pondered for a while, and then asked, "By the way, didn't Shishu have a daughter-in-law before he became a monk? I didn't listen to you just now, when did Shishu pass away?"
The beggars looked at each other and said, "What kind of daughter-in-law? According to our elders, Dr. Meng has never been alone, not close to women, and doesn't even have a maid who sleeps in the same room."