Tianjun Chasing His Wife Crematorium

Riding the old man's donkey cart, Fuyun and Fuling headed west to a land called Yanyun City.

When they arrived in the city, the two jumped out of the donkey cart, thanked the old man, and thought, finally there was a place where they could fill their stomachs.

But the two of them walked a few steps before they felt something was wrong. Why are there so many brothels in Yanyun City?

Fu Yun stopped in front of a brothel inscribed with the three big gilt characters of Zuihualou, "Why do I feel like I've been here before?"

"What are you bragging about? You haven't even been down a mountain, and you've even visited flower houses?"

Just as they were talking, a fragrant veil brushed their cheeks.

"Hey, where are these two handsome Taoists? Shaoyao invites you to the conservatory for a drink."

I am used to staying on the mountain, Fuyun has never seen a girl with so little clothes.Fu Yun hurriedly said "see no evil" silently in his heart, and looked away.

Fu Ling seemed generous at this time, "Thank you for your kindness, Miss, but we monks are not good at drinking alcohol, dare to ask Miss, where can I find a bowl of hot noodle soup in Yanyun City?"

"It's better to go to the flower house of my slave's house. There are no delicacies from mountains and seas, haha."

"The girl was joking."

"Don't listen to Shaoyao's nonsense, Taoist priest," a woman in light makeup and green clothes gently pushed the woman named Shaoyao, and bowed to Fu Yun and Fu Ling, "If the two priests want to find a restaurant to follow The inn needs to go to the east of the city, the west of our city is full of flower houses."

"Thank you girl."

After finishing speaking, Fu Ling dragged Fu Yun across Huajie.

After leaving Huajie, Fu Yun raised his eyebrows and looked at Fu Ling, "You feel comfortable talking to the girl."

"What do you mean by that?"

"It's nothing interesting, I just admire you, you are well-informed, and you can do a job with ease at the foot of the mountain."

Fu Ling suddenly approached Fu Yun, and said with a serious face, "Fu Yun, did you smell it?"

"What?" Fu Yun also became alert.

"Naturally it tastes sour."

"..."

Fu Ling grinned and leaned against Fu Yun's ear, "If you don't like it, in the future, without your permission, I—"

Fu Yun felt his earlobe was hot, so he elbowed Fu Ling's chest, interrupting Fu Ling, "Who cares about you, I don't know why."

Preoccupied with arguing with Fu Ling, Fu Yun didn't pay attention to the road ahead, bumped into the same person, and stared at him immediately.

The one who collided with Fu Yun was a skinny man wearing a melon skin hat, Lian Lian and Fu Yun Fu Ling said "I'm sorry—" and walked away with his head down.

Fuyun and Fuling looked puzzled, "The people of Yanyun City are really polite."

Arriving at the east side of the city, noodle stalls, steamed stuffed bun shops, inns, etc., finally came into view of the two of them.

"Boss, two big bowls of braised noodles, add an egg to each!"

"Fu Ling, let's save some." After finishing speaking, Fu Yun smiled apologetically at the boss, "Two small bowls of Yangchun noodles, no eggs, thank you."

Fu Ling took out four chopsticks from the chopstick holder on the table, "What do you mean, we have been hungry for so many days, and even a braised noodles with eggs has become a luxury?"

"You and I have limited financial expenses. Since we haven't increased the income yet, we can only save money." As he said, Fu Yun reached out to touch the purse at his waist.

"Why is your face suddenly pale?"

Fu Yun didn't answer, and hurriedly touched his waist, cuffs, and chest. After finally confirming, his heart sank, "Oh no, I lost the money."

"Two bowls of Yangchun noodles—" Following the boss's yell, two bowls of steaming noodles were placed in front of Fu Yun and Fu Ling.

The two stared at the noodles in front of them, and suddenly felt that they were not that hungry.

After exchanging glances, the two reached an agreement, and this was said by Fu Ling.

"Cough, boss, I'm sorry, we don't want these two bowls of noodles before we both use our chopsticks. Please bring them to another table."

Seeing that the face of the noodle stall owner was not right, and he was about to explode, two men came in and wanted two bowls of Yangchun noodles. This embarrassing situation was resolved.

After leaving the noodle stall in despair, Fu Ling realized that he was still holding two pairs of bamboo chopsticks from the noodle stall in his hands.

Goo—the stomach made sounds almost at the same time, causing the two to look at each other.

"It's all my fault, I lost the winding."

Fu Ling frowned and pondered for a moment, "It's not your fault, it should be Cai Cai, who was picked up when he bumped into someone. But, we must find a way to open up."

"You and I are not familiar with the place of life, how to open source."

Fu Ling looked not far away, his eyes lit up, "Of course, it's what we do."

Fu Yun looked in the direction of Fu Ling, and his eyes fell on a Taoist who was setting up a table by the roadside for divination.

Fu Yun couldn't help frowning, "The master said, help people to see the secrets and see their fate, if they don't work out, they will lose their lives."

"Don't worry," Fu Ling blinked at Fu Yun, "Looking at facial expressions and palm readings will never shorten your lifespan."

"But face reading and palm reading have always been inaccurate. Isn't that a deception?"

Fu Ling frowned and poked Fu Yun's head, "I'm talking about you, we can't even drink a bowl of noodle soup, is it possible that we are going to starve to death? Besides, there is no certainty in matters of metaphysics. Could it be that in your eyes , Master’s knowledge is all nonsense?”

"That's not what I meant."

"Or," Fu Ling hooked Fu Yun's neck, and raised his chin toward the beggars begging on the street, "You want to do that?"

"..."

Not to mention the tables and chairs, they didn't even have a pen, ink and paper, so the two of them had to use the bamboo chopsticks they had just brought out to draw a gossip diagram on the ground, with four large characters written on the side, "divination and reading".

"and then?"

Fu Ling lifted the hem of his clothes, sat down cross-legged, and said with a smile, "Then wait for someone to ask us for a fortune-telling."

An hour later.

"Fu Ling, the words we wrote on the ground are almost lost by passers-by."

"Cough, it's okay, just trace it again." As he spoke, Fu Ling picked up the bamboo chopsticks in his hand, and traced the characters and gossip diagrams on the ground.

The two of them sat for another half an hour, except for a copper coin casually thrown in front of them by a passer-by, there was not a single guest.

Not far away, the sound of gongs and drums sounded, and for a while, people on the street hurried over to watch the excitement.Fu Ling stood up, patted the dirt on his body, and looked at the crowded place, "It's not a problem to continue like this, let's go, let's go and see the excitement."

Fu Yun let out a long sigh, picked up the copper plate on the ground, and got up after him.

Where the gongs and drums were beating, a stage was set up, and strong men stepped onto the stage one after another, making moves with the men on the stage.Those who were kicked off the platform would receive a piece of silver and then leave with a sigh.

Beside the table, there seemed to be a big signboard, because people surrounded the table so tightly that they couldn't get closer to see what was written on the signboard.

"Hey, what are you doing—" Fu Yun felt that his feet were empty, and was lifted up by Fu Ling.

"Look at what's written on that sign, I'm almost out of strength—"

"Contest—"

Because she hadn't eaten for many days, Fu Ling's hands softened, and Fu Yun slid into Fu Ling's arms, and the two of them happened to have their noses facing each other.

With red earlobes, Fu Yun struggled out of Fu Ling's embrace, "Why are you making so much effort, ask someone else."

"Excuse me, what are you doing on this table? How can people who lose get paid?"

"Oh, the Long Family Escort Bureau is setting up a ring. Those who can beat the big disciples of the Escort Bureau are qualified to become bodyguard masters. If they can't win, it's a consolation and they will give ingots of money."

"If you can't win the game, you will be given back the money. Is there such a thing as a good thing?"

"Hey, little brother, you don't know something. It's such a glamorous job to join the Long Family Escort Bureau. However, if you want to beat the big disciple Long Fei, it's even harder than going to heaven."

As soon as the words fell, another strong man on the stage was kicked away.

If he was beaten up, it would be fine if he could have ingots of silver to relieve his urgent needs.

As if seeing what Fu Yun was thinking, Fu Ling grabbed Fu Yun's arm, "I'll go meet the big disciple on that platform."

If he wanted to compete on stage, he had to sign in the audience and line up. After Fu Ling finished signing, Fu Yun took the pen and wanted to sign, but Fu Ling grabbed his wrist.

"What are you doing, I can go alone."

"One more person, one more ingot of silver."

Before Fu Ling could speak, the man who was guarding the autograph book under the table folded his arms and sneered, "Are you two foreigners?"

"That's right, can't outsiders compete in martial arts?"

"Yes, of course I can. I just heard the meaning of the two of you, do you want to go on stage and get beaten up by the senior brother, and then happily receive a silver coin?"

"Why, can't it?"

"No, no, you two don't look at me like this. I also kindly remind you. Do you know why those who didn't win can receive a piece of silver?"

Fu Yun and Fu Ling looked at each other, and looked at the talking brother in puzzlement.

The little brother chuckled, "That's the medical expenses. People who are beaten down by my elder brother don't go back to grab a few prescriptions and go home to lie down for ten days and a half months. I, Long Qijing, he is a tough guy."

"clang--"

The sudden sound of the gong made Fu Yun startled, only to hear the person knocking the gong on the stage yell, "Next, Fu Ling—"

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