Chapter 1 Bald head has no worries

In the 20th year of Yongle, Shanxi, Weizhou, Xiaowutai Mountain.

"This business is really evil. Not only does the customer want the body of the fat sheep, but he must not lose any of his belongings. After so many years of business without capital, this is the first thing." The King of Shan cursed and walked into the Juyi Hall, waving a bloody ghost-headed sword in his hand: "I have all my martial arts on this sword. When I meet a guy who is not open to my eyes, I will be happy if I stab you down and fall to the ground. Now I have to be careful of destroying his body and the objects on his body... Mom La Gobi, even killing people is not even killing Xunli!"

It is said to be the Juyi Hall, but in fact it is just a large thatched hut with a few torches lit up inside, which illuminated it.

A few drops of human blood sprinkled on the face of the minion beside him.

The minion wiped his face and said with a smile: "King, the customer will give a hundred taels of silver to ask for the things on this guy. We will not leave any of them, just send them with people and things."

Xiaowutai Mountain is located deep in Taihang Mountain. There is a road at the foot of the mountain connecting two places in Shanxi and Hebei. Although it is not a highway, there are business travelers who are greedy for convenience passing by here on weekdays. I don’t know when, more than a dozen refugees set up villages on this mountain and started a business of licking blood from the knife.

Before this group of people became ordinary people, they were all ordinary people. When they became bandits, they bully the weak and feared the strong. When they met a large group of people, they naturally hid on the mountain and did not dare to expose them. They usually picked up the ones who were single.

Over the years, the clan village has gradually grown. There are now about 30 people and are also well-known in northeastern Shanxi.

A few days ago, a mysterious man suddenly opened a hundred taels of silver to ask for the body of a passerby and his body, and threw down the deposit and image of ten taels of silver.

Fifty taels of silver sounded not much, but during the Yongle period, when the American silver did not pour into China in large quantities, the purchasing power of one tael of silver was astonishingly high. Fifty taels of silver were enough to buy a big and small yard in the main road. Such a good business fell from the sky, and it would be a fool if he didn't take it!

Isn’t it just killing someone? The lives of the bandits who have been ruined over the years have gone to the sea of ​​lives.

Fortunately, everything went smoothly. Although the goal was a healthy man, it was not easy to defend himself, but it was broken in the hands of the heroes of Xiaowutai Mountain.

The mission was completed, and seeing the white silver being about to be obtained, I felt very happy, but when I heard the minion's words, the mountain king felt anger in his heart, and flew towards the minion and cursed: "You know, since the customer has paid a hundred taels of silver to ask for the things on this person, he is unwilling to say it clearly. The object on his body is naturally very valuable. We have worked hard on this road for more than ten days, and we didn't even do other business to alert the snake. The loss is also huge. Why just send the body and things like this?"

The minion was originally a relative of the leader, and he knew the temperament of his boss. Seeing that he started scolding, he was already prepared and went to the side at the critical moment: "Boss, you are saying, let's search the body first to see if there is any valuable thing, and then detain it first. Anyway, the other party knew what he wanted."

"You guy are smart." The leader nodded repeatedly.

The minion looked gloomy: "Isn't the leader good at training...ah!" Before he finished speaking, the leader kicked him over and kicked him to the ground.

"Mom pulls you next door, you can't kick you to death!" The leader laughed loudly, looked back and shouted outside the Juyi Hall: "Come in the fat sheep's body, I will check it myself."

"Come here, come here!"

"Damn, this thief can't even lift it."

"Xin Laoyao, you know what a fool. When this man dies, all the weight will fall down, so it will naturally be so heavy?"

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Amid the chaotic footsteps, more than a dozen ragged bandits walked into the hall with a blood-stained body.

When the Shanda King saw that the entire mountain village had come, he was shocked and understood. He shouted angrily: "Damn it, you guys, you hid behind when you rushed just now. Now when you see the benefits, you all came over to eat meat. Why are you afraid that I will eat it alone?"

"Bang!" With a sound, the body was thrown to the ground with blood. The man named Xin Laoyao shook his soft wrist and smiled: "Boss, then we can all eat meat. If there is any benefit, don't you hold on to you first. I just need to drink a sip of soup."

The Shan Dawang was furious and raised his right foot and wanted to kick it out again, but found that everyone's eyes were green. He was shocked. Most of the people in this village were from his hometown, and some were his elders. He had a real quarrel. He couldn't speak out and could not take action.

Forget it, according to the previous rules, I will get 70% of the 70% off.

"See if there is any treasure on him." The King of Shan pointed to the ground: "If there is really something valuable, let's divide it first. If the customer comes to the door, I will refuse to admit it."

"Boss Weiming." Everyone smiled. The young master Xin hurriedly bent down, took off the body, and picked out the deceased's relics one by one and placed them beside him.

It was midsummer at this moment, and the dead were wearing little clothes and the things on their bodies were clearly visible.

There were only two letters and a few pieces of paper, full of words and a scarlet seal.

In addition to these, there is still a waist knife and two taels of scattered silver.

When they saw these little things, the bandits sighed, with indescribable disappointment in their voices.

The King of Mountain rushed up and kicked the corpse hard: "Mom is so poor, she looks like a bird. Even if she dies ten thousand times, she will not be able to relieve my hatred. Fortunately, she will be a hundred taels of money, otherwise she will be in vain this time. Put away the silver and the knife, stuff the other things back, and wait for the customer to come to pay the bill."

"Don't be busy." Xin Laoyao stopped the few minions who were about to take action and whispered to the Shan Dawang: "Boss, the things on this dead dog are not worth two dollars. However, since the customer is blooming a 100 tael of dark flowers, there must be a reason. I heard that now the merchants in Datong Cloud like to use large amounts of treasure money. You said, will this stack of paper be that thing? If so, it will be worth the old money!"

"Yes, yes." King Shan was shocked and asked, "Lao Yao, do you think this is a treasure money?"

Xin Laoyao had a bitter face: "How did I know? I can't read, and only those who know what is written on it."

"Grandma, you can't read this, you're so illiterate. Do you want to make me so you can't kill you?" As she said that, Shan Dawang raised his right foot again. He had only seen the kind of money that was always money. It is said that the largest banknote issued by the Ming Dynasty reached an astonishing one million yuan. It must be very different from the small banknotes.

When Xin Laoyao saw the king's pair of cowhide boots, he felt air conditioned in his heart. He was kicked by this thing. With the boss's strength, he would even spit out blood even if he didn't die. He hurriedly shouted: "Boss, don't do it. We can't read. There are literate people in this village. Why not let him come over and take a look? See what's strange about this stack of things full of words."

The Shan Dawang continued to shout angrily: "I don't know the people in this village. I don't know half of the fucking words. Who are you coaxing?"

Xin Laoyao: "The king forgot that I caught a monk yesterday in the village."

"What's wrong?"

"Monks read scriptures and chant Buddha's name all day long, and they must be able to read."

"Yes, yes, that's for sure." Everyone else started to clamor.

The Shandawang was overjoyed and slapped his forehead: "Why did I forget this? Go and bring the bald donkey to me. If he knew literacy, he would be fine, if he was illiterate like us, he would be killed directly."

"Get orders!" A group of minions ran out excitedly, and in a moment, excitedly lifted a tied monk into the hall.

"Relax!" The King of Shan walked to the monk with great might: "Monkey, can you read?" As he spoke, he put the blood-headed ghost knife on the man's neck, and just waited to hear the word "no", and then he cut it down.

Seeing the knife full of human blood, the man's face turned pale and his lips trembled slightly. After a long time, he said, "You know... you probably know traditional Chinese. Boss, can you move the knife away? It's very dangerous. My Nike is not cheap, and it's hard to wash if it is stained with blood."

"Your mother, stop talking nonsense." He cursed again, but the Shan Dawang said, "It's good to know, monk, listen. What is written in this stack of things? Tell me one by one."

With a wave of his hand, he cut the rope from the monk's hand.

"I'm not a monk." The man stood up with his hands tied up after moving and his hands were tied up. This man was quite tall, and when he stood up, he was half a head taller than the mountain king.

He had long hair shaved on his head, probably because he had just been a monk for a few days and had no scars. He was wearing a round sweatshirt on his upper body, and there was a fish hook-shaped sign on his right chest. I don’t know what it means. Below is a pair of cotton shorts, barefoot.

It can be seen that this person has good nutritional conditions, with red lips and white teeth, smooth skin, and a healthy rosy face, which seems abrupt among the pale bandits. It makes people cheer: What a wine and meat monk, a Bodhisattva who eats and drinks!

"You have not received the ordination scars. You are probably the little novice monk who escaped from that temple." The king sneered, "Stop talking nonsense, see what is written on these sheets of paper?"

"Okay, okay, I'll see now." The monk hurriedly bent down and looked at the stack of paper over and over again. After a long time, his face looked strange.

"What's wrong? Is there any money?" Shan Dawang looked impatient.

When everyone heard the word "money" and everyone's eyes fell on the monk.

"How is the money?" The monk looked strange and sighed for a long time: "Master, if I were you, I would turn around and run away immediately without saying a word. If I leave late, I am afraid there will be big trouble."

"Escape, what are you running away? You bald thugs speak strangely." The Shan Dawang roared angrily: "What is it?"

The monk smiled bitterly: "Boss, you seem to have killed an official. Please pack up your things and run away quickly. If the officers and soldiers surround the mountain, no one can escape. Even I will be burdened."

While speaking, he raised the stack of papers in his hand full of words and explained: "There are two letters here, and what is said in the letter is not important. The other two pieces of paper are amazing. One is the official document of the Ministry of Personnel, which is written on it, I miss it!"

The monk took a copy of the things and said, "I will be exempted from the position of Ambassador Zhou Xingde, the Ambassador of the Lingqiu County Taxation Bureau of Datong Prefecture, and return to the Ministry of Personnel to wait for use... By the way, the Ambassador of the Taxation Bureau should be an official, it seems to be a ninth rank."

"Oh, there is another ID card of an official named Zhou Xingde. According to the words of the Ming Dynasty, you will be prosecuted. It says: Zhou Xingde, a native of Zhoujiazhuang, Shunyi County, Shuntian Prefecture, has a long body, a white face, no beard, and has big eyes..."

"Stop!" King Shan suddenly let out a shocking scream: "It's true that he is an official. Oh no, we have killed an official, and we are in trouble now!"

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On the top of a mountain opposite the Xiaowutai Mountain Village, there were two people standing.

These two people are tall and short, and they are both very thin, especially the short one, who is still hunched over.

It was the summer of the summer, and the white sun shone, and the scenery in front of me was distorted.

Two strong horses were scattered on the grass slope. The weather was so hot that the two beasts were lazy and refused to eat grass.

It's strange that on such a hot day, the two of them were wearing black cloaks, their mouths and noses were covered with black cloth, but they were exposed on their foreheads without any sweat.

The shorter man coughed gently: "Sister, the bandits across the street seem to be successful. Should we go there?" The man's forehead was covered with layers of wrinkles, and a strand of white hair poked out from the black cloth, looking very old.

The one named Sanjie didn't look back and put on a turret with his back hand and looked into the distance.

Perhaps because he knew that the third sister was worried, the short old man took a breath: "San Sister, I know what you are worried about. This matter is of great importance. If you hear the news in Shandong and the capital, you will definitely send someone here. If you want to take action, you will have to wait for so long? In the opinion of Lao Nu, the night will be long and there will be more dreams. Let's take the initiative first."

The third sister finally turned around, and her eyes, as black and white as water-cut, fell on the old man. After a long time, her beautiful eyebrows raised slightly, and a hint of heroic spirit appeared in her eyes. Her voice was a little hoarse: "Brother Gu, what good will it be for me if I get that thing?"

Uncle Gu started coughing again, his eyes were covered with red silk, and after a long time, he murmured: "Three sister, the old man is a thoughtless person. What do you ask me to do? Just do it, why do you have to think so much? However, if you can cause some trouble to the family surnamed Zhu, the old man is willing to do it even if he has three swords and six holes. The brothers in the church died too miserably in Shandong. If you don't take revenge, you will not be a human being."

When the third sister heard Uncle Gu say this, a trace of sadness appeared in her eyes.

After a moment, he sighed: "Don't ask what the purpose of getting that thing is. Actually, I didn't think about it. However, it is necessary to affect the two sons and grandsons of the old thief Zhu. As long as it is in hand, it is always a useful thing. Even if it cannot bring direct benefits to us, as long as it can cause chaos in the capital, it will be of great benefit to my brothers. I thought that there would be someone coming from Shandong and the capital, so I couldn't bear it. It seems that there was no news from those two places. I was too careful. Yes, Uncle Gu, you said it well. You will have more dreams at night. Let's go to the copycat to get things."

A hint of joy flashed in Gu Uncle Gu's eyes. It was so hot that he was old and stood in the sun for a long time. He couldn't stand it: "Three sisters, we only have 10 taels of silver on us. We paid the deposit and had no place to settle for the remaining 90 taels."

The third sister glanced at him and smiled: "If you have money, do things that are rich, and if you don't have money, do things that are not rich."

Gu Bo hesitated and asked, "What does the third sister mean to recruit all the copycats into my God Cult?"

The third sister sneered: "What are those wastes doing to kill them directly, so as not to leak the news."

"I understand." Gu Bo thrust his hunched body, and a gloomy murderous aura emanated from his whole body.

Third sister: "The people in the village opposite have entered the Juyi Hall. After you block the door, I will do it myself and let one go."

After saying that, the two of them jumped onto the fast horse, and the wind splattered like running down the mountain.

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I heard that I accidentally killed an official, and all the bandits in the village were so scared that their faces turned pale.

Indeed, they did not have the capital to trade here, and they were really tired of people's blood. However, because the mountain village was poor and the transportation was inconvenient, the government was too lazy to launch a large army to destroy it. Before the troops moved, the food and grass came first. At this time, the Ming Dynasty was in its heyday of national strength. However, Zheng He first went to the West, then dredged the Grand Canal, moved the capital from Yingtian Prefecture to Beijing, and then continued to use troops to Mongolia. In fact, the national treasury was empty. Without the military talisman of the Ministry of War, the local garrison was not interested in spending money and food to fight against these twenty or thirty small thieves.

But now it’s different. Killing a ninth-rank official will inevitably alarm the court. I think so, the entire Ming Dynasty, from first-rank officials to ninth-rank officials, only 10,000 or 20,000 people in total, were only robbed for nothing. If the court did not find the place, what was the face of the court?
To be continued...