Nightmare Apostle

"What the hell, who are you?!" Xiang Fengchen realized something was wrong as soon as they fought.

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This person is not a person in the Feng Shui profession at all, he is just an ordinary guy, and he doesn't seem to have a very good mind.

"Who sent you here?" Nalan Shuo asked in a low voice.

This person has a physical disability. Whenever he speaks, his mouth will be crooked and his eyes will be slanted, and saliva will flow from the corner of his mouth. It is not easy to say anything. After some interrogation by Nalan Shuo, he finally figured out the whole story.

It turns out that this man was instructed by the storyteller to paint his face black, and the steps he took were also taught by the storyteller.

He also made an agreement with him that people would come to him in the next two days. No matter how many people came, one person would be counted as one, and each person would give him a reward of 5 copper coins.

In addition, the hunchbacked guy also revealed a piece of news. The storyteller asked him to step out of the restaurant door to take a breath from time to time. He could just stand outside the door for a while, and then come back.

"They have an accomplice outside the restaurant." Nalan Shuo immediately reacted and looked at Xiang Fengchen to urge, "I will continue to interrogate him. You go outside and have a look. It's best to find the accomplice. If you can't find it, take the storyteller first. Take control of that old guy."

Xiang Fengchen didn't waste any time, turned around and walked straight to the restaurant door.

Yang Xiao, who was sitting in the audience, kept an eye on the old storyteller. This man was very unusual. The story he told about the so-called "Twelve Generals of the Loyal Sect" alluded to the real murder that happened in the Earl's Mansion. In the ancient proverb, "Hou" Through "He", the so-called He family, also known as the Hou family, refers to the old Hou Ye "Zhongyi Hou".

At the same time, he was looking forward to the next story. He had a feeling that the truth he wanted was hidden in it. "Mrs. He" crying late at night was just a hook.

Xiang Fengchen found nothing when he walked out of the restaurant. Even if he had an accomplice, he would have run away long ago. Fortunately, the old storyteller was still there.

Unable to wait for the second half to start, Xiang Fengchen found his waiter, took out a large piece of broken silver from his arms, and whispered a few words in the waiter's ear. The waiter who received the money smiled from ear to ear and nodded repeatedly, indicating that he would definitely take care of things. Done.

After the waiter left, Xiang Fengchen came and sat down next to Yang Xiao, and briefly told the story of the matter as quickly as possible. He gave the waiter the money because he wanted to ask the old storyteller to move on and tell the story. At least that's what he told the waiter. ,

Anyway, now that they have been exposed, it doesn't matter if their methods are more radical.

The waiter who collected the money came to the stage, leaned into the old storyteller's ear, said a few words, and stuffed a stack of coins into his hand. Yang Xiao and Xiang Fengchen stared at the old storyteller's face and observed the changes in his micro-expressions. , Sure enough, the old storyteller seemed to have been prepared for it, and was not surprised at all. After accepting the copper plate, he nodded slightly and left with the help of the waiter.

Completely ignoring the yells and curses of the customers in the audience, the waiter supported the old storyteller and walked down the stage to the stairs. Yang Xiao, Xiang Fengchen and others immediately followed.

The accomplices outside have already run away. Yang Xiao and Xiang Fengchen will never let the old storyteller escape their sight again.

Arriving at a secluded private room on the second floor, as soon as the old storyteller entered, Yang Xiao and two others blocked the door.

After Xiang Fengchen gave the waiter a look, the waiter immediately walked out knowingly. Outside the door, Xiang Fengchen reached out to stop him, took out a small piece of broken silver again, and said at the same time: "Don't let anyone go upstairs. The tea money of the guests downstairs is Count it on me.”

"Okay, sir, please invite me!" The waiter had never seen such a wealthy customer before. His eyes were gleaming, and he wanted to kneel down and kowtow a few times. He immediately expressed his stance: "Sir, please don't worry, this is our shopkeeper. , I won’t let him come up either!”

The waiter took the money and left immediately, leaving only Yang Xiaoxiang Fengchen and the old storyteller sitting carelessly on the main seat with an arrogant look on his face.

"Old sir, please don't be surprised if I ask you to go upstairs to talk to me rashly." Regardless of whether this person is blind or not, Xiang Fengchen was very polite and asked politely: "I haven't asked the old gentleman for his name yet."

"Not talented, my surname is Ji, and my name is just like a Chinese character." The old storyteller tapped the table with his hand, full of style.

"Mr. Ji, this ancient new play of yours is really good. I haven't asked where this new play comes from?" Xiang Fengchen asked calmly.

"This... I can't remember clearly." The old storyteller spread his hands and put them on the table, shaking them gently.

"Don't be anxious, think carefully." Xiang Fengchen stepped forward sensibly and put a piece of broken silver into the old storyteller's hand.

"I remembered." The next second, the old man's skinny fingers tightened on the silver, and he stuffed it into his arms tremblingly, "It was told to me by a man. Of course, his story was much rougher. The twelve loyal generals The reason why it was so popular was because I worked day and night to revise and polish it.”

"Who is that person?" Yang Xiao asked.

"A foreigner," the old man replied casually.

"What kind of foreigner? What are his characteristics?" Yang Xiao kept thinking about this person's identity information in his mind. "Accent, or habits, please tell us what you can remember."

"Let me think about it." After the old man finished speaking, he sat there quietly without saying a word.

After a full 2 ​​minutes, Yang Xiao couldn't help it anymore, "Old sir, have you thought about it? This is very important to us."

Hearing the story, the old man suddenly smiled. He put one hand on the table and stretched it out seemingly casually, "Sorry, as we get older, our memory is poor. Hey, I accidentally took a nap just now, so I didn't delay the two guests. It’s an official thing, right?”

"No." Xiang Fengchen offered another piece of broken silver, which was much heavier than the previous one. "Mr. Ji, think about it slowly, we can just wait."

"Oh, look, I remembered it right now." The old man who received the money patted his head and showed a sudden look.

"He is a foreigner with a somewhat stiff accent and a little talent. Although he is not as good as me, he is still far better than ordinary people. If he could devote himself to books, I am afraid he can also get some fame. Unfortunately, he is the same as me. ,born It's not the right time..." The old storyteller chattered a lot, mostly talking nonsense about himself. There was very little information worthy of Yang Xiao and the two's attention, which also made Yang Xiao's long-simmering anger boil. stand up.

"Old man, that foreigner is our friend, can you tell us in more detail?" Xiang Fengchen also suppressed his temper and tried to persuade him, "Where did you meet and what did you say? I don't hide it from each other. We have just met the hunchbacked waiter in the restaurant. He said that you asked him to act in the play, and that the benefits were also promised by you.

"Oh?" With a snap, the old storyteller opened the folding fan, shook it gently, and leaned back on the chair.

That's called a leisurely and contented question, "Is there such a thing?"

"What the hell..." Yang Xiao stood up directly, grabbed the old guy's folding fan and tore it in half. Then he grabbed the old guy's face and pulled it out hard.

"It hurts! It hurts!!" The old storyteller was caught off guard by this, and his aura of superiority was gone, "Quick...

Stop it! "

"Old coffin man, you are so shameless!!" Yang Xiao stretched out his hand to tear open the old man's clothes, took out all the silver and copper plates inside, without leaving a single copper plate, and then threw him back on the chair, "Now, I ask you a question, or else... I’ll beat you to death!”

After this experience, the old storyteller became more honest. Yang Xiao took a deep breath and looked at Xiang Fengchen, complaining: "What nonsense did I say you were talking to him about?"

"I'll listen to you next time." Xiang Fengchen was also unambiguous and gave the old storyteller a scare before asking.

What happened next went surprisingly smoothly. The old storyteller was very cooperative and told everything he knew. The story of the so-called "Twelve Generals of the Loyal Sect" was exactly what the mysterious foreigner told him, and he gave it to him. He paid for it and asked him to speak about this in public in a restaurant. He also specifically asked him to find a clown and do as he said.

In short, the hunchback boy was found by the old storyteller, and the old man was acting exactly as the mysterious stranger told him.

It is a pity that the old man knew very little about this foreigner. That person was there three nights ago.

The old man bumped into me on his way home. He only agreed because of the money. Moreover, the story was a good one. Not only did he get the money for free, but he also got a cheap story for free. How could such a good thing be found?

But in the process of Yang Xiao helping the old man recall, the old man still recalled some details very well. First of all, there was something strange about the man. Not only was it smelly, but there was also a faint smell of blood. He was probably injured.

In addition, he should have only one arm, because when he touched the silver, he touched an empty cuff.

These two points immediately helped Yang Xiao identify the mysterious man, the old beggar who saved Fang Zhou yesterday.

"He is also blind." Yang Xiao was trying his best to confirm.

"No, absolutely not." The storyteller shook his head firmly and said with a pleading voice: "You two...

Gentlemen, believe me. He is a foreigner. He cannot be wandering around on the street blindly. Besides, since he is blind, how can he recognize me?

Yang Xiao took a deep breath, and the figure of the old beggar in the Tutu Temple appeared in his mind. It seemed that he was blinded yesterday and did not recognize this true Buddha.

But what Yang Xiao couldn't figure out was that the portrait on the wanted poster looked nothing like the old beggar. Could it be that this "rebellious party" had accomplices?

"There is still a second half of the story, tell us again, hurry up!" Xiang Fengchen, who had found a way to deal with the storyteller, no longer had a good temper and threatened.

"Don't be impatient, gentlemen. Let's continue the above article and say...

"Crack!"

Xiang Fengchen, who was already upset, raised his hand and slapped him, "Stop talking nonsense and tell me the important things!"

"The next play is called civet cat for prince. Mr. He is not a ruthless person. On the contrary, he is a great hero. He exchanged the life of his youngest son for the life of the young leader of this group of thieves. All of this is It's his plan with the other eleven guards."

"Including everyone's death in the end, only in this way can the play be acted realistically and realistically. In order not to leak any flaws, another fire burned the younger son who had put on the young master's clothes to death. This way, he concealed the truth and deceived others. Passed another group of thieves." The storyteller told all of this without any hesitation.

In fact, when he heard "Mr. He"'s wife crying late at night, Yang Xiao vaguely guessed this result, and now he has finally confirmed it.

Extending the ending of the story, that is to say, the old Marquis did not betray his old master. He replaced the Ninth Prince with his younger son, who was of similar age. Because of his merits, he was granted the title of Marquis of Zhongyi, and was also favored by thousands of people. To be scolded is to bear the name of disloyalty and unrighteousness.

At the same time, the identity of the ancestor of the house was revealed, and all the previous strange phenomena were also explained.

No wonder he should be treated with imperial courtesy without fear of transgression. As the only son of the previous emperor, once he reverses the situation of the war and turns defeat into victory, then he will be the new emperor, the emperor above tens of thousands of people!

But that was the previous dynasty after all. Nowadays, these people in the Earl's Mansion are full-fledged rebels. Once they are discovered, it will be easy to kill everyone.

"Did he say where to find him?" Xiang Fengchen asked.

"This..." The old storyteller hesitated.

"My darn...

7

Yang Xiao stood up.

"No, no, no, no..." The old storyteller trembled with fright, and quickly waved his hands to beg for mercy, "Young hero, please don't be violent.

He didn't tell me this, but he... He finally said two words to me, letting me... .Let me remember it. I don’t know the reason. "

"What words?"

"On cloudy days and rainy days, we decide right and wrong in front of the Xianguan Temple." The old storyteller read out each word, for fear that if he made a mistake in a word, he would suffer another unforeseen disaster.

"That's all?"

"No, that's all, really."

Looking at the pitiful look of the old storyteller, Yang Xiao thought that he must not be telling lies. After savoring these two sentences, Xiang Fengchen seemed to have understood the mystery. He stood up and was about to leave, remembering his instructions before leaving. The old storyteller kept his mouth shut and left a piece of silver on the table.

After walking out of the house, the two found Nalan Shuo and Jiang Qingluan guarding the back alley, and left the Chunhe Building. On the way, they quickly recounted the information the storyteller had told them.

"What's the mystery behind those two sentences?" Yang Xiao asked in a low voice.

"When the sky is cloudy and rainy, it is the extremely rare three cloudy days in the hexagram, also called Mahakala. This senior taught us to use the piece of divine tortoise shell to cloth our coats on the three cloudy days." Xiang Fengchen said. Sound explanation.

"What can be divined?" Jiang Qingluan asked.

"I don't know." Xiang Fengchen answered bluntly.

"Will there be three cloudy days in the coming days?" Yang Xiao suddenly realized this problem. After all, Xiang Fengchen just said that such weather is not easy to encounter.

"No." Xiang Fengchen shook his head, "So we can only create opportunities ourselves. Three cloudy days are just an image, a rare place where the clouds gather. You don't have to stick to the time and weather, as long as you find a place that is cloudy enough, you can Cloth coat.”

"That well?" Yang Xiao suggested.

"No, don't say it has been suppressed. Even if it hasn't been suppressed, it's not enough, far from enough." Xiang Fengchen shook his head.

"It seems that there is only one place left. We are going to find our ancestors in the Earl's Mansion." Nalan Shuo took a deep breath.

"And we can only go late at night." Xiang Fengchen added in a low voice.