A group of young men who had made great achievements raised their heads as proudly as little roosters. The bloody bandages and linen on their arms were like medals. All the martial arts masters praised them when they saw them... Good boy, well done.
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Qingshan Village... this name is much better than Wazi Street! For a time, the name Qingshan Village spread among people in the world.
Song Wen, with a pale face and hanging arms, followed Zhou Tong and several Jianghu sect leaders, watching a group of subordinates tie up all the ringleaders... As expected, some cellars in the abandoned slums
Several dead bodies and a dozen hostages they had kidnapped were also found inside.
Some of the dolls and women who were brought here were all dirty and numb, and they looked like ghosts or ghosts... some women of color had been ruined to the point of being almost disabled.
Zhou Tonghan said softly with a face: "It's a pity that the guy who controlled the leader of the Ling'er Society ran away. That guy's name was Miao Miao. He was cunning and ruthless. It's hard to say that the leader of the Ling'er Society was harmed by him..."
A gangster asked: "Old owner, where is that gang leader?"
Zhou Tong shook his head: "A half-dead guy was burned to death by the fire."
Song Wen looked at the Ling'erhui murderers tied like rice dumplings on the ground and asked: "Old owner, are these guys going to be handed over to Kaifeng Mansion?"
Zhou Tong said with a smile: "Seniors like you, no matter how you travel around the world, you all have the identity of a brave archer from the countryside, and some of them are even soldiers! Don't worry about suppressing bandits... Now that we have all the evidence for authentication, we can
It’s too late for Kaifeng Prefecture’s governor and officials to be happy when such a big case is settled! I guess they can get some bonuses and silver rewards by settling so many cases at once..."
Song Wen looked at the many heroes in the world who were decorated with honors, as well as the corpses of two heroes covered with white cloth... He said: "For the money for the decoction and medicine for all the heroes, I, Wazi Street, Qingshan Village, have prepared 500 taels! Unfortunately, the two men died in the accident.
I will send another one hundred taels of silver to my family..."
All the men in the world were dumbfounded. The big man with the curly beard scratched the back of his head... and said angrily: "I remember, Brother Wen... you are Song Wen, the Turtle God of Wazi Street, right? You are awesome... You are a young man who is not only good at making money.
You asked all the sisters in Bianliang to obey your words, and how could they go into battle with the little brothers to fight against the thieves?"
Song Wen shuddered when he heard the word "turtle god"... He sighed and said: "Brother, is it possible that some poor boys just casually called it when they were young... Can you not mention it again?"
Zhou Tong stroked his beard and laughed: "Hahaha... Okay, okay, this nickname doesn't count... But you do have money! For these money, I will thank you on behalf of the heroes who worked hard to follow me to suppress the bandits.
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"A little money is not worth a word of thanks to an old hero..."
Over there, there were disciples from the Royal Boxing Hall who ran to Kaifeng Mansion to report to the officials. Here, Zhou Tong arranged for everyone to guard the prisoners and take care of the innocent people, and then quietly pulled Song Wen into the courtyard where Ling Er Hui was his lair.
Several martial arts masters from the Imperial Boxing Hall were guarding here nervously, with swords, guns, bows and arrows in their hands, and they did not relax their vigilance at all.
Zhou Tong looked at the underground tomb with a confused look on his face... "Song Wen, have you ever heard of a thing that can turn people into the living dead? It's like, like a mushroom!"
"What?"
Song Wen only felt some hair on his back, shrank his injured arm and asked: "Old owner, what are mushrooms? What are the living dead?"
"Your master who travels all over the world must be very knowledgeable. Has he ever mentioned to you a way to let people... Oh, forget it, I will take you to see it and you will know!"
Song Wen nodded and followed Zhou Tong down to the cave. The household items inside had been completely burned by the fire, and there was a faint smoke coming from some places. A strange burning smell made people feel dizzy.
The rise is very uncomfortable.
Holding a torch and walking through the tomb passage, Song Wen was amazed. He didn't expect that there was such a large Tang Dynasty ancient tomb hidden in the suburbs of Bianliang's southern city! It's a pity that not even a hair was left except for these murals and stone carvings, all of which were covered by bells.
These guys screwed up.
Zhou Tong calmed down. The old hero himself was a little frightened when he saw this thing again. It was really too weird and unpredictable...
Song Wen stared dumbfounded at the lotus stone platform and the strange, black and smelly thing on the stone platform.
"Old owner! This thing looks like... Oh my god! What the hell is this?"
Song Wen just looked around at this huge mass of rotten flesh, and found that the human corpse was hanging limply on the right side of the mass of rotten flesh, and his body was also a pitch-black mess... The most important thing is that this corpse
Still twitching slightly!
"Is this... is this alive? Old... old hero! Is this what you mean when you say... that the gang leader of the Bell Club is half-dead?"
Zhou Tong looked at this thing with lingering fear and said: "It seems that your master has never told you about this thing... In short, this thing must be an evil spirit! It seems that it should be burned..."
Song Wen calmed down, took out a handkerchief, covered his mouth and nose, and observed it carefully... suddenly an idea came to him!
"Old owner, I seem to remember my master telling me about a very strange thing... Ganoderma lucidum! Also called, Tai Sui..."
"Ah? Then... isn't that the God's Mansion? Could it be that... the leader of the Bell Club has really cultivated the body of a god and ghost?"
Song Wen shook his head: "How can there be any god on earth? This thing is innately nourished. It belongs to... well, it belongs to elixirs and indescribable weird things! It is said that it has many effects. Maybe this one... can preserve the corpse.
Is it immortal? But it’s definitely not some god’s residence…”
"Tai Sui... Tai Sui... Is this what Tai Sui is talking about?"
Song Wen nodded: "There are all kinds of wonders in the world. Perhaps the ancients once dug this kind of magical thing in the ground, and then they may have been infected with toxins or had bad luck... so there is this saying."
Zhou Tong nodded: "Since it is a weird thing, we can't keep it! It's better to burn it with fire!"
Song Wen inexplicably felt a little pity, and whispered: "How about we dig up the Bird Gang Leader and throw it away? This Ganoderma lucidum is too old...I take it to my village and seal it in a cave? This thing must be there
It has good medicinal properties...it is three parts of medicine and poison. Once the poison is used, it can also cure diseases and save people! I wrote to ask An Daoquan and Grandpa An. They should know something about this kind of thing. Maybe it can be used in combination with it.
Is there any good medicine that can cure diseases and save lives?"
Zhou Tong hesitated for a moment... "This..."
Song Wen added fuel to the fire... "Old owner, divine objects have their own spirituality! If they fall into the hands of bad people, they can only pretend to be gods and ghosts and harm others. But if they fall in the hands of good people, they will have different uses... Besides, since it cannot be explained,
If we destroy things easily, it’s against God’s will! Doesn’t it seem inappropriate?”
Zhou Tong was frightened at this moment... Tai Sui, the little turtle has already recognized the identity of this thing, so if he insists on burning Tai Sui to death, will he offend God and offend Tai Sui?
Zhou Tong's face was as dark as water, he pinched his beard and whispered: "Then, I'll listen to you! You sent someone to take this thing away in a carriage overnight... However, I knocked over a barrel of kerosene and took this thing away...
Most of Tai Sui was burned to pieces...it...will it hate me?"
Song Wen only thought it was funny, but he still said seriously: "That's not possible. If it wasn't burned to death, it would be considered merciful by the old owner! If it has any spirituality, it would be too late to thank the old owner..."
The sky was dimming, and a carriage suddenly drove up in the alley behind the Daxiangguo Temple. A guard stopped the carriage, and a maid carefully helped her young lady get out of the carriage...
The young lady seemed to be a little weak, so she slowly returned to the mansion while holding on to the maid's arm. The two patrolling guards who had gotten up early next to her could not help but take a few more glances... The guard led the carriage and greeted the two already familiar patrolling guards.
Two forbidden soldiers patrolling the streets asked: "Liu Er, what is your lady doing? Why did she come back so late?"
"Where is it! Last night, the lady said that she was going to Guanyin Temple today to burn incense and have a vegetarian meal... But she said she had a headache after walking a few streets. I am afraid that she has contracted the cold in the past few days and is sick."
"Oh, then you can take me to the doctor right away... My dear eldest lady, my grandfather is not here at home... It's troublesome to have a headache and fever."
"Oh, who says it's not the case? I guess the housekeeper won't be able to spare the ladies and maids who are serving him when I get back..."