Siren looked to be no more than fifty years old; different from the thin and clever person in the legend, he looked chubby and wealthy; the two shiny black beards on his lips were carefully trimmed, and under his light eyebrows, a pair of small eyes often flashed.
One or two strands of light came out.
"What are they doing here?" Zhu Yun whispered, secretly giving Zhu Tong a bottle of Qiyu Powder.
"It has something to do with Senior Brother, look over there." Zhu Tong pointed to a table on the right, where three people were sitting. The leader was a graceful young woman; her face, which was still somewhat charming and charming, showed helplessness and fear.
"Senior brother, we can't finish this meal. If they come over to talk, just ignore them." Zhu Tong just told his senior brother. Razor Zhang had already gestured and asked to come over. Zhu Tong shook his head slightly and refused.
Before Zhu Huai came out, they couldn't say anything to others casually. No matter what was going on inside Zhu Sect, the situation was now clear: if someone asked Siren to come out as a lobbyist, they would have to negotiate terms with Zhu Sect.
Siren came over anyway and sat down opposite Zhutong. He was old enough and had a deep relationship with Master Kongji, the master of the First-grade Golden Buddha. He could be said to be a Buddhist layman. Everyone said that Siren, like other Honghuo elders, would sooner or later escape into Buddhism.
.
The so-called "put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha immediately" is prepared for people like them. Only under the protection of the first-grade Golden Buddha can they spend a stable old age. No matter what evil things they have done, as long as they say "Enter"
Buddhism, regardless of whether you truly repent or not, all sins can be wiped out.
Everyone understands that there are no free benefits in the world. Those who can get this protection must pay some benefits; little thieves like cocks and dogs are not qualified to become a Buddha immediately. It is said that the reputation of the first-grade Golden Buddha in the world is getting worse day by day.
It has a lot to do with protecting these people.
"Wish you a good day, Master? Seeing a new generation replace the old, we have to admit that time is ruthless." Whistle was wearing a high-end suit and waving a folding fan should be inappropriate, but what he did gave people a very natural feeling.
This folding fan has been with the whistle for decades. It is his weapon and represents his status. Of course, he has become very good at it. The thirteen blades hidden in the folding fan can easily open any pocket, and can also be ejected to kill people.
"The style of the siren is still the same, how can it be said that it is old?" Zhu Tong looked at the siren and the folding fan for a few times, and generously gave the front to him.
Everyone knows each other's identities. Due to the treasure, the relationship between the various factions in the Eight-Rank Jianghu is at least very harmonious on the surface, and there is a bit more courtesy.
"Hey hey hey." The whistler smiled, which had a sinister flavor, but the words he said were very authentic.
"Master Zhu, I have offended Zhang Shao Zhang Wuyan. I have already told him that I will ask him to come and help Master Zhu. We all belong to the Jianghu family. What is the matter that cannot be discussed face to face? If we are unhappy with each other, we will give in.
It’s a joke to outsiders.”
After saying that, the whistle waved the folding fan, and Shazhao Zhang came over obediently. After sitting down, he clasped his fists and saluted.
If you were at a street stall in Shanghai, you would definitely attract people's attention if you clasped your fists and saluted; but it is different in the mountain city of Chongqing. The ancient dock culture has given birth to a fierce folk custom.
Handsome guys and beauties can be seen everywhere around them, and most of them look frank and frank; they are dressed up and sitting on the street, drinking and fist-fighting, as lively as the hot Chongqing hot pot on the table, and they talk carelessly, without the fake pretentiousness of Shanghai.
"I'm sorry, Master Zhu. I was blind and offended the majesty of Master Zhu."
When Shao Zhang said this, Zhu Tong was too embarrassed to leave immediately. Although the two of them had fought with each other, he almost died at the hands of Shao Zhang. However, among all the people in Sipinhonghuo, he had a fair impression of Shao Zhang.
good.
"Brother Zhang, you're welcome. I wasn't the leader at that time. What happened to your hand?"
"I don't need to worry about it, please take care of it. It's already fine."
Shao Zhang stretched out his hand, and the injury on his palm had indeed healed. Looking at the muscles near the wound, this injury had tortured Shao Zhang for at least a few months. However, who has such great ability to crack Zhumen Qiyousan? Could it be?
Master of fantasy?
"Master Xiaoyun, how will the harvest be this year?" The whistle waved the folding fan again, approaching Zhu Yuntao.
In the past, the name of the owner of Xiaoyun Village was more resounding than that of Zhu Tong; even now, in the eyes of outsiders, the best person in the Zhu sect is Zhu Yun, the owner of Xiaoyun Village; he has many people and temples under his command, and his natural strength
Strong.
"We earn hard-earned money, and the eldest lady's business should be good." Zhu Yun looked around and talked about it, and Hong Jiaxin also sat over.
Her red lips were slightly opened, and a shining silver light flashed between the tip of her tongue and her teeth, but she did not delay speaking: "Stop talking, doing business in the subway is too risky. There are cameras everywhere, and there are more than a dozen hidden in them."
Brother, I still regret it now."
"Don't regret it if you do it." The whistle glanced at Hong Jiaxin; "You still have little experience and your ears are soft; you can't just listen to the wind and rain in the world. When you wanted to compete for the subway, I said that you should go abroad first to investigate and see your peers.
How did you do it, but you just didn’t listen. Foreign countries are so nice, with money, power, and advanced technology. You go out to hang out for a few days, and then you become a returnee..."
Listening to the siren to teach his children, Zhu Tong began to want to laugh, and as he listened, he tasted the taste; the siren used this topic to satirize the seventh-grade Zhumen and the third-grade blue stone for being too close.
This old guy, whose whistle used to be nicknamed Crazy Whistle, still has a hint of madness now.
"Senior, you are too strict with your juniors. The eldest lady has already done a good job." Zhu Tong winked at Zhu Yun; "We still have something to do, so let's go first. Senior, see you later."
"Don't leave in a hurry, you girl, you are just causing trouble for me and delaying my business." Siren stood up and stopped Zhu Tong; "There is a friend who asked me to introduce him to you..."
"Senior, if it's about Senior Brother, please don't open your mouth." Zhu Tongshu frowned; "Zhu Men's affairs will be done by Zhu Men, and the enthusiasm of Senior will be rewarded in the future. See you later.
When we come to Senior Brother, we won’t see anyone.”
Zhu Tong is the head of the sect, so it’s right to sing the red face. Zhu Yun then sings the bad face: "Senior Sir, it’s not us who have failed you. You also know that the Zhu sect is not prosperous, and we three senior brothers have not been together for a long time.
We have met. So, at this time, if we don’t seek Senior Brother’s opinion first, even if we meet, we can’t make any decision. You always said, right?”
"Yes, yes, it should be." At this point, the siren had no choice but to step out of the way and let them pass.
Between words, Zhu Tong has already felt that it will not be that simple for the senior brother to go in this time, and 80% of them are involved in the whistle. Otherwise, in his current semi-retired state, as the fourth-grade red hot master, he will not be able to
will appear at this time.
The next day was a rare day of good weather. Before going out, Zhu Tong and Zhu Yun dressed up with simple disguise techniques, chartered two luxury cars and rushed to the prison gate.
Zhu Tong got out of the car and looked towards the prison surrounded by high walls. A ray of sunlight shot out from the cracks in the clouds, illuminating the tall and cold iron door brilliantly.
Someone came earlier than them. Liu Xilan, the second sister of Eighth Grade Orchid, came to greet them, along with a female companion.
"Master Zhu, I didn't expect you to be here too. This is Lawyer Zhang. She is in charge of Senior Brother Zhu's case. The formalities only start at nine o'clock. It is now eight forty, so we have to wait for a while."
Liu Xilan speaks very smartly and is dressed in neat professional attire. Standing with the female lawyer named Zhang, they are a pair of white-collar beauties.
"Lawyer Zhang is also an Orchid sister. I wish the boss you will not be polite."
Zhu Tong shook the soft little hand stretched out by Lawyer Zhang. Liu Xilan said that she was a sister of Lanhua. She must be a lawyer trained by Lanhua herself. This woman has no trace of dust in her body. Studying law and getting a lawyer's license requires hard work, Lanhua
Zhu Tong could not say anything but admiration for his understanding and arrangement of women.
"This is Brother Zhu's case, do you want to take a look?" Lawyer Zhang's accent still has a Chongqing flavor. After handing over a document, he naturally clasped his hands in front of his lower abdomen.
Zhu Tong's reading speed was very fast, and he roughly understood the story of his senior brother's crime in five minutes.
Zhu Huai, whose pseudonym is Gan Xiongshan, is mainly involved in the Central Plains cultural relics circle, and his nominal identity is a collector. He has lived in Xi'an all year round and has close ties with businessmen reselling cultural relics across the country.
Three and a half years ago, Zhu Huai was invited by a friend to Chongqing to appraise a batch of cultural relics, including a bronze weapon from the Warring States Period: tiger-patterned bronze beryllium.
It was when Zhu Huai was appraising cultural relics that he accidentally stabbed the owner of the cultural relics with this tiger-patterned bronze beryllium, eventually leading to his death.
There are photos and detailed descriptions of the tiger-patterned bronze beryllium in the case file. This is a Warring States weapon similar to a dagger. It is exquisitely crafted and divided into six sides. The rear part is not a hilt, but has a socket with a stick inserted in it.
Black stick.
There is a ruler for comparison next to it. The tiger-patterned bronze beryllium is one foot and three inches long. It is densely covered with tiger patterns. The widest part is three inches. The top is sharp and the sides are sharp. With the black stick, it is almost three feet long.
"Did he really accidentally kill someone with this thing? There is nothing weird on it." Zhu Tong didn't believe it. Zhu Tong's disciples have the most stable hands, which is a habit they have trained since childhood. If they shake even a little while drawing the symbols, they will make mistakes. If
It's equally unbelievable that Senior Brother would use it to kill people.
Zhu Men refrains from killing. According to the analysis of the old liar, Senior Brother will not be so reckless. Besides, if Zhu Men disciples want to harm others, they do not need to use such violent and dangerous methods. There are too many ways to kill without blood.
"After testing, the only fatal bacteria on the tiger-striped bronze beryllium was tetanus; the deceased died of excessive blood loss and was stabbed here." Lawyer Zhang nodded at his right rib; "The deceased's liver was
Four pieces of the tiger-patterned bronze beryllium were thrown away, causing massive intra-abdominal hemorrhage. The focus of my defense was that the client had no subjective intention. It was the deceased who accidentally bumped into the tiger-patterned bronze beryllium. Because his body was heavier, the tiger struck him when he fell.
The bronze beryllium leaves the body..."
Another car stopped not far away, and the young woman whom I had seen last night got out, with Shao Zhang accompanying him.
"She is the wife of the deceased." Lawyer Zhang Xuedan whispered.
"Oh, that's what happened." Zhu Tong nodded.
At nine o'clock sharp, the side door of the prison opened. Lawyer Zhang put away the case and walked in quickly.