Chapter 700 The Five Zang Taoist Temple in Jiangzhoufu is famous
In April in Jiangnan, the spring rain has passed and the weather is gradually getting hotter.
Today has been a month since the end of the Song family affair, but the local heat of this case has not cooled down for a month, especially when the final funeral turned into a happy event, creating an eternal legend in Jiangzhou Prefecture.
This is a teahouse for listening to books. A storyteller drinks warm tea to soothe his throat. There is a child holding a wooden tray underneath, passing by tables of guests, asking people to order the music they want to listen to.
There are bamboo sticks placed on the wooden tray, and each bamboo stick has a story title written on it. Which story the guests want to hear, pick up the brush on the wooden tray and draw a circle. This is called ordering, and many people order it.
Just talk about which one.
Soon, the child completed a circle and handed the wooden tray to the storyteller.
The storyteller picked up the bamboo stick and looked surprised: "Hey, it's another case of 'covering the coffin and framing the blame'?"
No wonder the storyteller was surprised, because he had already told the case twice today and at least once every day for the past month. It is no exaggeration to say that he could recite the details of the case by heart even if he closed his eyes.
"Sir, I heard that you personally witnessed the Song family case in the south of the city a month ago. My sister has admired the reputation of Wu Zang Taoist Temple for a long time. At the same time, she also envied Miss Song and the pig butcher's devotion until death. The poignant story of lovers finally getting married is
I came all the way from Yin County, a neighboring county, to Fucheng to listen to you, sir, talk about the details of that day in detail."
The person who spoke was a handsome young man with a pink face who was dressed luxuriously. Looking at his clothes, one could tell that he was either rich or noble. He was accompanied by two or three tables of entourage when traveling. The person sitting at the same table with him was a woman with somewhat similar facial features. She was sitting upright with a serious look on her face.
He looked like he was all ears.
The storyteller was surprised: "I didn't expect this case to have such a huge impact, and it has even spread to Yin County."
Snap!
The storyteller slapped the gavel in his hand, and began to talk about the case of setting up a coffin: "Life is a cup of tea, and the rivers and lakes are a cup of wine. Objectively speaking, the tea has gone cold. Please taste life in tea carefully, and listen to my story.
The reason for this 'case of setting up a coffin'..."
"Taoist Master Jin'an of the Five Zang Taoist Temple is truly a master of solving crimes through the ages. In the case of the Tian family's poisonous woman raising a dog to bite her son, and the Song family's slave setting up the murder case and biting the master, each one was more bizarre than the other, each one was more obscure than the other, and they all escaped in the end.
However, Taoist Jin'an has a pair of piercing eyes. Not only is Taoist Jin'an very talented, but he is also a hero who appears auspicious signs during the day, covered with colorful treasures, and descends to the world on colorful auspicious clouds. He is also a highly skilled and brave man. Every time
When solving crimes, coffins are delivered to the door. According to Taoist Priest Jin'an's own words, he calls it 'to save the dead and to keep vigil for the living'..."
"This time, the coffins delivered by Taoist Priest Jin'an were from the Song family, a grain merchant in the south of the city. They claimed to have been entrusted by someone, and someone ordered three coffins, one for the murdered Miss Song, and one for the murdered personal maid Caixia. This third coffin
The coffin is for the pig butcher Tie Shuan who died unjustly. Who is this pig butcher? He is also a poor man named Tie Shuan. He lives in Shengpingfang. Both his parents died in a fire when he was young. Only the remains of that time are left.
He was not even ten years old yet, and he was all alone... One dawn a month ago, the Song family was doing a white rite, and Miss Song was already over seven years old and was preparing to be buried. As a result, two strange things happened to the Song family that day..."
As the storyteller slowly talked about Miss Song's coffin being too heavy, and the coffin might turn into corpse when it fell to the ground, and then the incense sticks burned out two short and one long, the sense of oppression was getting closer and closer, a bizarre and unsolved case unfolded step by step, and the story in the tea shop unfolded step by step.
The guests looked nervous when they heard it. Although many of the old customers had heard it several times, they still couldn't help being nervous. The new customers were startled by the storyteller's vivid descriptions, and were frightened from time to time.
I exclaimed in surprise, as if I was really at the scene that day.
When they heard about the tragic childhood of the pig butcher, who refused to escape alone in the face of a fire, and continued to work hard to save people until his death, this was not only a rescue but also a spiritual redemption to make up for the psychological damage in childhood.
The girl wiped away her tears. When she heard that the pig butcher sacrificed his life to save others but was blamed by the murderer, and was slandered as a vicious murderer. His body was thrown into a mass grave, and even after he died, he was insulted by the world as a murderer. Everyone thought
I couldn't help but curse and complain on behalf of the pig butcher...
Hearing that someone was reversing the case for the pig butcher, the unjust case was solved, the truth came to light, the real culprit was brought to justice, and the pig butcher was finally exonerated. The listeners who were fascinated by the twists and turns of the unsolved case couldn't help but clap their hands and praise each other.
Hurriedly.
After hearing that the Song family was grateful to the pig butcher, the Song family took the initiative to betroth Miss Song to the pig butcher. From now on, the Song family would pay homage to the pig butcher every year, and also invited the abbot of Jin'an to preside over their marriage.
When we worked together to create a beautiful story of a happy marriage, those women who were just beginning to fall in love were moved by this poignant story and burst into tears.
At the end of a story, everyone was still a little unfinished. After rewarding the storyteller, they said they wanted to hear about "The Case of the Poisonous Woman Who Eats Sons."
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The state capital has a population of 200,000 to 300,000. Similar scenes have been staged in different places. The Five Zang Taoist Temple and Jin'an gradually became famous in Jiangzhou Prefecture.
As the protagonists in the storyteller's mouth, what are Jin An and the old Taoist priest doing at this time?
Yongle Square.
"Little brother! Little brother!"
In the early morning, the old Taoist priest rushed into the coffin shop and looked around with a mysterious face.
Jin An was cleaning the coffin shop with a feather duster. Looking at the old Taoist priest who was still frizzy and not calm at all, he shook his head: "Old Taoist, I finally understand why you are still a Qi practitioner after practicing Qi for so long. You have such a loud voice.
You can hear it all the way down the street, just letting out your breath and not holding it back."
Old Taoist priest: "?"
"Little brother, look what I discovered."
The old Taoist priest approached Jin An mysteriously and looked to see if there was anyone else in the shop. Then he opened his robe and took out a few storybooks and handed them to Jin An.
Jin An put down the feather duster in his hand and took the storybook out of curiosity.
"The Case of the Jin'an Taoist Master Breaking into Seclusion and Living in a Painted Boat and the Oiran"?
"The Taoist Master of Jin'an solves the case of Qiao Yuer's missing pearl"?
"The Taoist priest of Jin'an warms up the wine and breaks the nightmare case of the tea merchant proprietress of Liangji"?
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The old Taoist priest took out a total of seven or eight short story books and handed them to Jin An, with a smile on his face that looked as obscene as it did.
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Jin An had more than a dozen black lines hanging from his forehead: "What's going on, old Taoist priest? When did I solve so many cases? How come I, the client, don't even know about it?"
"And why are the protagonists in these cases all women? And the owner of the Liangji tea merchant, I remember, is a widow, right?"
The old Taoist priest twirled his beard with his fingers and said happily: "Little brother, you are devoted to practicing in Mingdian and don't hear anything outside the window. Of course, you don't know how famous you are now in Jiangzhou Prefecture. There are many boudoirs in Jiangzhou Prefecture.
The young ladies are all attracted by your heroic deeds of repeatedly solving strange cases. What is written in these books is that you, the little brother, worked hand in hand with those purdah ladies to solve strange cases, and finally fell in love with these rich ladies and the beautiful ladies of the flower shop and brothel.
The stories about entanglements, singing every night, and charming stories are all hot-selling items nowadays. Except for this storybook "The Case of the Nightmare-Haunted Case of the Tea Merchant Boss and the Taoist Priest of Jin'an Warming Up the Wine and Breaking the Liang Dynasty", this one is
At first glance, it seems that the proprietress of Liangji Tea Merchant wants to take advantage of you, little brother, and want to become more famous in Jiangzhou Prefecture."
Jin An: "..."
Seeing Jin An's speechless expression, the old Taoist priest became even happier. It was rare to see Jin An deflated, so he smiled even more obscenely, and took out a thicker little book from his arms: "The most popular one
This little book is sold out in all the bookstores in the city. If the owner of Chengnan Bookstore hadn’t known me, and said to me, “Little brother, you want to buy this little book, I still wouldn’t have been able to grab it.”
Seeing the old Taoist priest suddenly smiling so obscenely, Jin An had a bad feeling.
This little book is very thick, thicker than several short story books put together. On the cover is a Taoist priest and several female ghosts who play pipa, "The Ghost Story of Jin'an Taoist Priest Yantan"!
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Poof, the inner energy of the Black Mountain rose from the palm of his hand, burning the little book to ashes on the spot.
"Huh?" The old Taoist priest's flesh ached. He bent down to pick up the ashes on the ground, but when he touched them with his fingertips, they turned into nothing.
"I haven't had time to see it yet!" The old Taoist priest beat his chest in regret.
Jin An's face was expressionless: "Old Taoist, your miscellaneous roots are not clean. No wonder you have been stuck in practicing Qi. Let me cut off the miscellaneous roots for you and help you practice."