fifth form

Chapter 44

"Wang Baotian, Longmen Village, Shilipo, your son Wang Fuan was killed. Why do you sue the painter Rong Tianding?"

"My lord, my son suffered from a water ghost, and it was all caused by the painter Rong, if it wasn't for..."

Without Rong Tianding's fairy painting protection, Wang Fu'an would not go out to hunt sheep at night.

There is indeed some causal connection to death.

But if the matter of Wang Fu'an's death is placed on Rong Tianding, this kind of matter will inevitably lead to various evil consequences.

As Rong Li yelled, when the time comes, the people will die wherever they go, whether they walk, fall or fall, they will all depend on the uneven ground in front of them.

Mr. Bao can't set a precedent for this, but he also has opinions on the matter of Rong Tianding's immortal painting for money and deception.

This needs to be handled properly by him.

In the courtroom, Mr. Bao looked at the grievances that were almost settled, and kept balancing in his heart.

"Rong Tianding, what do you want to say?"

After asking Wang Baotian, Mr. Bao turned his head to look at Rong Tianding.

"My lord, he is blackmailing people. I didn't kill anyone, and I didn't harm anyone. I just sold a safe painting. Is this considered a crime?" Rong Tianding argued.

"Let me ask you, does your fairy painting have the effect of exorcising evil spirits?" Master Bao asked seriously.

"Yes" Rong Tianding replied bravely: "But adults also know that the fairy painting can't control everything. The little ghost has to detour when he sees the fairy painting. The evil ghosts and ghosts can't control so much, and they will directly break the protection of the fairy painting!"

Thinking of Zhang Xuezhou's exhortation, Rong Tianding quickly said all the words of defense.

It's not that he can't draw, but that the other party's problems are too serious.

This kind of justification prevents Rong Tianding from becoming a street rat selling fake goods, and can effectively shirk some responsibility.

"Did you bring that fairy painting?" Master Bao asked.

"My lord, there are two fairy paintings here, Xiaomin," Rong Tianding responded.

"Bring it up!"

Master Bao responded, and then called the officials to fetch Rong Tianding's fairy painting.

When he saw Rong Tianding's immortal painting of a pig's head and a human body, Lord Bao's brows were deeply frowned.

If the Taoist Mu of Puyun Temple, three miles outside the city, still has three points of ability to deal with some civil disturbances, Rong Tianding can only say that he is a pure deceit.

Master Bao couldn't see any entanglement of mana in the painting of immortals, nor could he see any imprint of manifestation.

This is just an ordinary painting, even poorly drawn.

The only redeeming feature is that pig blood was used as the paint, and the canvas has a somewhat fishy smell, which is in line with the absurd folk tales of chicken blood, dog blood, and pig blood exorcising evil spirits.

"You should be a smart person if you can sell immortal paintings." Mr. Bao said, "Smart people don't need me to say too much. I won't ruin your business, but you have to give me an explanation!"

Lord Bao doesn't want Rongcheng to start blackmailing people after death, but he must properly punish such deceitful things so that the other party will know how to respect them.

The price of real bodyguards is not acceptable to ordinary people, and ordinary people can only buy some useless things to comfort their hearts.

Of course, Rong Tianding can sell this kind of handmade products that have no magic power or safety.

And the other party's price is very fair, only a [-]% premium on the canvas of the basic material, which is hard work.

After the incident of Shilipo's haunting is over, Rong Tianding's business will inevitably cool down, and he can barely make ends meet.

The balance needs to be grasped by him, and it needs to be understood by Rong Tianding in his heart.

If Rong Tianding is willing, Mr. Bao feels that the other party will give a consoling compensation, and the matter will be over.

There are always gains and losses in doing business, and you can't just go in and out. He hopes that Rong Tianding understands this truth.

"grown ups……"

Rong Tianding responded weakly and in a low voice.

After all, he has not yet turned 20 years old. Although there are parents and cousins ​​outside the hall, he has never seen such a battle.

When Mr. Bao, who lives in the high hall, asked loudly, cold sweat broke out on Rong Tianding's forehead, and he felt that his head had become a ball of paste.

He didn't know what to explain to Master Bao.

Explain that you have been influenced by Jia Zhiyuan since you were a child, and you think that scholars are superior to others?Tell him to sell paintings in order not to inherit his ancestral business?Or explain the whole story of how he fiddled with fairy paintings...

There are countless questions in Rong Tianding's head.

Whenever Master Bao casually asks about something, he can spit it out.

But Mr. Bao didn't remind him, he just wanted an explanation, and Rong Tianding didn't know where to start with this explanation.

"My Lang died so badly!"

"Son!"

"It's all the fault of selling fairy paintings. If it weren't for the fairy paintings, how could you go out at night!"

……

In the courtroom, Wang Baotian and Wang Fuan's wives cursed Rong Tianding in a low voice from time to time.

This made Rong Tianding feel unable to explain, the more he explained, the more involved he would be.

When his mind was bright, he felt that he should cut off the source.

"There is an injustice and a debtor. The one who killed Wang Fu'an was a ghost. What's the matter with us? At worst, we find the ghost. You love beating and killing, so don't blame us for everything in the future!"

Rong Tianding pondered for dozens of seconds, and finally couldn't bear being cursed, and responded loudly to Mr. Bao.

Master Bao was taken aback by his response.

He wanted the other party to spend money to eliminate the disaster, but Rong Tianding, an ordinary person, agreed to catch the ghost.

But he thought for a few seconds and nodded again.

Although the other party has cheated people of money, his heart is not bad, at least he knows how to deal with the aftermath.

The haunting of Shilipo was full of turmoil. Not only were folk rumors flying everywhere, but the government also noticed it and was planning an investigation.

Rong Tianding and others can be pioneers when the time comes, and the people from the government will follow behind their backs to help. If there are ghosts, it will be convenient for these people to learn more, keep awe of ghosts and gods in their hearts, and stop doing such deceitful things in the future.

This kind of arrangement is more appropriate, avoiding the evil deeds of killing people, and has a high probability of punishing a little liar like Rong Tianding.

Master Bao pondered for a few seconds, only to feel that there is no problem with such an arrangement.

"Wang Baotian, there is an injustice and a debtor. This allows Tianding to accept the matter of catching ghosts. Do you have other things to sue?" Master Bao asked.

"My lord, as long as I can beat that ghost to ashes, my son Fu'an's life will not be in vain. If Master Rong can really catch the ghost, I will kneel down and thank him for revenge!"

Wang Baotian had a bitter expression on his face.

When their son died, they were naturally distressed.

But if they want to seek revenge, they have nowhere to seek revenge.

After all, they just want justice.

As for what kind of justice this justice is, Wang Baotian has no answer in mind.

But as long as the confusion and helplessness in their hearts can be subsided a little, Wang Baotian thinks that is fair.

At this time, Rong Tianding should take the action of catching ghosts, and things are better than Wang Baotian imagined.

"What if this artist catches ghosts and loses his life?" Wang Baotian hesitated.

"That's why he deserved it," Mr. Bao replied.

"What if he can't catch it?" Wang Baotian's mother-in-law asked, "Or he will try to evade it in every possible way, just not to catch ghosts!"

"I have my own wooden stick to serve you," Mr. Bao said, "If Rong Tianding can't figure out the reason of the matter, the yamen will use ten sticks!"

"Zhang Shi is afraid that his butt will be smashed!" an official servant threatened in a low voice.

"Last time, that so-and-so received ten sticks, his lower body was smashed, his legs and feet couldn't stand up, and he urinated and defecated on the bed every day. His mother-in-law disliked him so much!"

"There is no filial son in front of the long-term bed, let alone other people, I'm afraid they will be despised as waste."

Two more officials joined in.

This may be some kind of intimidation process in the Yamen.

This satisfies the wronged and frightens the punished.

At least for Wang Baotian and others, upon hearing this kind of assurance, half of the grief of losing their son disappeared immediately.

(End of this chapter)