West Flow Bay Story

They generally knew the content of the dream, but Yang Zhouqing still asked patiently, "Are there any details in the dream? For example, have the clothes changed, and is there any special scenery?"

"It was pitch black, and he, Agui, was still wearing the clothes he went out that day. If there was any difference," Aunt Ge desperately recalled, "His trouser legs were rolled up, but it's normal for a coolie to make a living."

Zhang Jiawen knew that he couldn't ask anything from her, so he said: "If it's convenient, can you give me one of your son's belongings?"

It's not a police dog, why do you want your belongings?Aunt Ge actually had a vague idea in her heart that what she wanted was actually for summoning souls, so she took out a longevity lock from her pocket in a daze, and then covered her face and burst into tears.

Yang Zhou lightly took the longevity lock, feeling sad in his heart. On the way back, he said to Zhang Jiawen: "It would be great if there was a spell to bring the dead back to life in this world."

"How can you be sure that he is dead?" Zhang Jiawen asked back.

"It's all a dream, can you still live?"

Zhang Jiawen shook his head and said with a smile, "Have you read Journey to the West? In the beginning, when the Dragon King of Jinghe entrusted his dream to ask Wei Zheng for help, he was still a living dragon."

"How can strange novels be taken seriously?" Yang Zhou lightly rolled his eyes, "What's more, no matter how bad the Jinghe Dragon King is, he is still a god after all, so he naturally has the ability to enter dreams. It's probably gone."

Zhang Jiawen smiled, "I know a lot."

He rarely smiles, and he wears gold-rimmed glasses, so he looks a bit refined. Yang Zhouqing couldn't help but sigh, "It's a pity that you are a Taoist priest, otherwise I don't know how many girls you will be fascinated by."

The corner of Zhang Jiawen's mouth twitched, "I'm an orthodox Taoist priest, getting married and having children is normal, whether a girl falls for me has nothing to do with whether I'm a Taoist priest or not."

Yang Zhouqing became even more excited when he heard it, "Then what kind of girl's family do you like?"

Zhang Jiawen changed the subject, "However, if I had a heart of mortals, I would have already married and had children. I don't need someone to carry on my family. I think you have a lot of wisdom. Why don't you just take care of me in the future."

"You are taking advantage of me!" Yang Zhou glared at him lightly, but suddenly his expression changed, "You mentioned retirement, and I suddenly thought of Aunt Ge, and felt that she was very pitiful."

"The world is suffering." Zhang Jiawen said coldly, "In the past hundred years, who hasn't lived in hardship?"

Yang Zhouqing was speechless for a moment, and only after a while did he think about the matter in front of him, "Since we have Agui's things in our hands, can you figure out whether he is dead or alive?"

"He's dead." Zhang Jiawen categorically denied all hope, "I've calculated before that he's long gone. What we're looking for now is his body and the accomplices who killed him."

"Death by accident..." Yang Zhou shuddered lightly, "Is it possible to summon the soul directly? Then ask the soul to tell us the location of the corpse?"

"Spiritualization?" Zhang Jiawen shook his head, "For monks, spiritualization is very detrimental to themselves, and if something goes wrong, it may even disturb the underworld, so it is not often used. Even in some sects, spirituality is regarded as For sorcery."

Yang Zhouqing was unavoidably a little discouraged, "Then what should I do?"

"Even if you have supernatural powers, you don't need to rely on ghosts and gods for everything. There are always people who can do things." Zhang Jiawen went to the old vegetable market and hired a carriage. once."

Agui is a lame man, so naturally he can't travel too far. He usually sells vegetables in the old vegetable market and lives in Shuizuogang, and his neighbors are also in Shuizuogang.It was at a certain node in this short distance of a few hundred meters that Agui, a living person, just disappeared from the world.

"Are you familiar here?" Unknowingly, Zhang Jiawen had already reached the market of people back then, and turned to look at Yang Zhouqing.

Yang Zhouqing pretended to sigh deeply, "Sadly."

In order to welcome the coffin of the former Prime Minister, all major streets in Nanjing are being cleaned up, and large-scale construction projects are being carried out everywhere. Zhongshan Road is planted with paulownia trees all the way to the Sun Yat-Sen Mausoleum. It is absolutely impossible to let the coffin be burned by the scorching sun.Now all the projects are going very smoothly. It is said that the Prime Minister will be buried at the southern foot of Zhongshan Mountain in the spring of next year to protect the best land he is optimistic about.

The further you get to the city center, the former dirt roads and rocky roads are hard to find. They are replaced by cement roads imported from the West. The roads are smooth and will not stain shoes and socks, making people wish to walk a few more steps every day.

After walking about two miles, Yang Zhouqing finally couldn't bear it any longer, and asked, "We're looking for it so aimlessly, it won't help at all."

Zhang Jiawen stopped suddenly, his sleeve trembled faintly, Yang Zhou glanced lightly, it seemed to be a small compass with time.

"The last time Agui left his breath on the ground is here." Zhang Jiawen looked around and found that they had reached Zhongshan North Road, which is the main road in Nanjing. The Supreme Court and the Ministry of Foreign Affairs are both on this road, and then they walked on It is the Drum Tower.

Yang Zhou lightly looked at the bustling crowd, the gardeners who planted a large number of phoenix trees, and was a little dazed for a while, "What do you mean by leaving breath on the ground? This Agui is only a cripple, can he fly into the sky and escape from the ground?"

Zhang Jiawen frowned, holding the Longevity Lock in one hand, and counting with the other, "Go to Shanghai."

This sentence has no beginning and no end, and Yang Zhouqing is really hard to understand. He was still discussing Lao Caishi and Shui Zuogang just now, but he is going to Shanghai in a blink of an eye.

"Why so suddenly? How do we go? By car or by boat?" Yang Zhouqing had never traveled far before, and his big eyes were full of surprise at this moment.

Zhang Jiawen glanced at him, "Take the train, take the Beijing-Shanghai Railway, and you'll be there in seven or eight hours."

"You gave Mama Liu enough face this time," Yang Zhouqing said with emotion, "For her old sisters, she must have been very moved when she found out about the long journey."

After that, he became excited again, "I haven't taken the train yet, when will I leave?"

Zhang Jiawen took out his pocket watch and looked at it, then turned and left, "Go back first and get the bag I usually use, and tell Mama Liu by the way, tell her that we won't be here for a few days, so that she can have a good life." Take care of the family."

Yang Zhouqing originally wanted to go with him, but he walked too fast, so he had to turn back the same way depressed.After he packed his bags and bags, he got a message from someone sent by Zhang Jiawen—go to Xiaguan Wharf and take a boat to Shanghai.

Yang Zhouqing vomited so darkly that he wished to vomit out the dinner he had a few hours ago. Fortunately, there were only the two of them on board, otherwise Yang Zhouqing would be thrown off the boat sooner or later.

"He looks strong, but he's still seasick." Although Zhang Jiawen disliked him to death, he still poured water and handed him a handkerchief resignedly, and patted his back.

Yang Zhou couldn't speak lightly, but felt his headache was about to split, and his stomach was overwhelmed, but fortunately, the river wind was blowing around his ears, and the bright moon crossed the river. up.

As soon as the sun rose on the second day, Yang Zhou found that they had reached the bank of the Huangpu River when he opened his eyes lightly.