fifth form

Chapter 40 Fire
"What a weird night!"

There is no resentful woman in white, and there are no other figures in Zhang Xuezhou's bedroom.

During the whole night, only Zhang Xuezhou walked up and down in the room.

"I heard a woman screaming when I got up!"

At this time, the only evidence at the scene is a white silk.

Zhang Xuezhou looked at the tightly tied white silk, and listened to Rong Tianding's embellishment and mentioning that Zhang Xuezhou wanted to try to hang himself, which made Zhang Xuezhou feel a little chilly.

"Cousin, let me tell you, I sleep well and don't move around at all. You can't wake me up if you beat gongs and drums beside me!"

When Zhang Xuezhou was young, Zhang Zhong and You Rong suspected several times that Zhang Xuezhou had died at night, but they were reluctant to throw it away, so Zhang Xuezhou survived until the next day.

Zhang Xuezhou didn't know how to explain the fact that he was bound to wake up and return to reality when the stall reached the point, let alone how to convince others.

He can only mention that he has excellent and good sleep quality, and it is impossible to do extraordinary things.

"Ask Mu Taoist to ask, and he said that he will let the ghost come to our Rong's house, but the ghost has not seen it, and came to engage in crooked ways in the world." Rong Li said angrily: "He must have learned the tricks of the world. The house is burning with smoke!"

"What kind of smoke can be so obsessed?" Jia Zhiyuan asked in a low voice with a pale face.

"I don't know what it is." Rong Li said impatiently: "Anyway, there are a lot of all kinds of mist in Jianghu, just let me smell it for you, and you will follow them and be sold to a brothel without knowing it." It's all possible!"

"So outrageous?" Jia Zhiyuan asked in surprise.

"If we can get some smoke, wouldn't our family have whatever we want..."

"If you dare to learn the crooked ways of the Jianghu people, I will break your legs today!"

……

Rong Tianding's small mind had just been lifted, and then he was knocked down again.

For the Rong family, this night was not easy.

Zhang Xuezhou walked back and forth in the room all night, and they also spent most of the night outside, and they were all tossed.

This is inconsistent with Mu Taoist's agreement.

What they allow the family to see are ghosts, not to smell the smoke that loses their sanity and strength.

Rong Li thought for a while, and felt that she had figured it out.

She didn't care about rest, and even temporarily slowed down the massacre business in Dongshi.

"Go, go out of the city and find trouble with Taoist Mu!"

Pinning the butcher's knife on her waist, Rong Li stepped out with tiger strides.

"Auntie and mother are really carved out of the same mold, and my mother doesn't seem to have such a temperament!"

Rong Li and You Rong's work is in a hurry, they do things as they say, and they rarely beat around the bush.

And Song Fengying was busy in the live broadcast room to trick the uncles into giving rewards.

Zhang Xuezhou pondered for several seconds, trying to figure out the difference.

"Could it be that I'm dissatisfied with my mother, so I created a different personality in my dream to complement my parents..."

He murmured a few words in his mind, then put aside these things, and quickly followed Rong Li.

"Li Erlang, Wang Jiadi, Mao Renfeng, and Zhu Dan are ready to fight!"

Rong Li is not too reckless, she knows that fighting will attract people.

People like Jia Zhiyuan can't be counted on. As for the painter Rong Tianding, Zhang Xuezhou has a lot of energy, but it's still not easy to kill pigs.

Rong Li yelled, Li Erlang and others quickly tied the pig, and then took the stick.

From time to time, they encountered some troubles when opening a pig slaughtering stall, and even accidents happened when collecting and driving pigs. They were used to fighting, and even became a gang that was rarely provoked in Dongshi.

Listening to Rong Tianding muttering about the glory of the Rong family, Zhang Xuezhou somehow thought of the gang of gangsters that Zhang Manqian was convinced by.

"Seeing in the day and thinking in the night, that's probably it!"

After forcing a wave of contact, Zhang Xuezhou only felt that the relationship in his dream made sense.

What is different from reality is that he is a good citizen in reality, but here he got involved in gangs of hooligans.

Three miles outside the city is Puyun Temple, which is not too far from Dongshi.

After walking hurriedly for about half an hour, everyone had already seen the Taoist temple with black tiles and white walls.

"Why, this Puyun temple is still on fire!"

When everyone rushed to Puyun Temple, they saw thick smoke rising from Puyun Temple, and several pilgrims were helping to put out the fire.

"Where is Taoist Mu?"

Rong Li called a pilgrim and asked politely.

"Master Mu was fainted by the smoke, we dragged him over there, he is still not awake yet!"

"What?"

The Rong family had a rough night last night, and the Puyun Temple outside the city was even more difficult.

Rong Li watched several pilgrims lighting fire with branches, and felt that most of the Puyun Temple would burn down to the point where only a few walls remained.

Taoist Mu fell into such a fate, Rong Li's momentum of finding a place inevitably stagnated, and she felt that she could not make any more trouble.

She walked dozens of steps before she saw the wooden Taoist lying in the green grass.

At this time, Mu Taoist's gray robe was scorched black, most of his hair and beard were burned off, his eyes were crooked, he was twitching and foaming constantly, and he was completely lacking in the demeanor of a master who had attained the Tao before.

"What are you doing in a daze, hurry up and save someone!"

The fire in Puyun Temple can't be extinguished, but you can help the Mu Taoist in front of you, so that he won't die here.

Rong Li yelled, then put the butcher's knife back into her waist holster, and helped Mu Taoist onto his knee.

"The Taoist priest must have smoked in the fire. This kind of smoke is very harmful to people. I heard that many people who encountered the fire were not burned to death by the fire, but choked to death by the smoke!" Li Erlang pondered.

"I'll give the Taoist priest a pat on the back!" Mao Renfeng said.

"I'll go find some water and splash it on Daochang's face!" Zhu Dan also said.

All of a sudden, everyone joined hands, and Jia Zhiyuan followed the doctor's gesture to push the palace to revitalize Taoist Mu's blood.

"How long has he been in a coma?"

After busying for a while, Taoist Mu was still foaming there, and Jia Zhiyuan vaguely felt that something was wrong.

He has seen fire fighting scenes, and he has seen people choked by smoke, but no one is as crooked as Mu Taoist, twitching and foaming all the time.

It seems that ordinary people cannot live for such a long time after being choked by fireworks.

After more than ten minutes, Jia Zhiyuan inevitably began to ask many pilgrims.

"The Taoist priest has been in a coma for more than half an hour." A pilgrim said, "When we came over, we saw the Taoist priest lying on the ground convulsing."

"It's been so long?"

Jia Zhiyuan was surprised, and then looked at the crowd.

"Have you ever seen clearly what the Taoist priest was doing at that time?" Rong Li asked Xiang Ke in a deep voice.

"When we went in, we saw several big red tables, several rotten incense burners, and all kinds of red cloth and white cloth pulled together. The Taoist priest was lying in front of the big red table. It is estimated that he was doing some rituals at that time. Accidentally let the fire in the furnace ignite those cloth strips!"

"It's three big red tables, three incense burners, and I saw three wooden figurines on the tables!"

"There is still a small wooden figure in the Taoist priest's hand... Now there is only one head left!"

……

All the pilgrims talked about what they saw when they first entered the Taoist temple, and they roughly summed up the things.

Rong Li broke Taoist Mu's right hand vigorously, only to see a small head made of wood leaking out of Taoist Mu's palm.

"This workmanship is really bad!"

Rong Tianding looked at the wooden head, and then at the facial features of the wooden head, only to feel that the appearance of the wooden head was somewhat familiar.

His eyes shifted several times, and finally fell on Zhang Xuezhou.

"Cousin, can you see if this wooden head looks like you?"

(End of this chapter)