Republic of China

Chapter 231
  "Strike a villain?" Lu Xiucai savored these three words carefully.

The speaker has the intention, and the listener has the intention.

He understood what Lao Kang meant. He was not talking about stabbing a villain in the literal sense, but this kind of curse method that ordinary people are familiar with.

Tracing back to its origins, it is impossible to determine which era it originated from. Here is a relatively reliable one.

In the ancient tribal era, human beings were in a vulnerable group. At that time, they may not have awakened the genes to travel wherever they go. Most of their food sources were hunting, but there was no serial armor in their hands, and there was no ta-da-da. It's hunting. Many times, wild animals are happier than you when they see you. It's not always certain who will eat whom. People can't guarantee that they will come back alive every time. The food chain is much fairer than that of later generations.

The leader wants to lead the team well, so he has to encourage the young men who go hunting every time, and try every means to eliminate the fear of wild beasts.

I don’t know which village leader came up with this clever idea. Before going out to hunt, he would draw many portraits of wild beasts and hang them on trees, and then let the younger brothers scream at the portraits and shoot arrows at the portraits or stab them with spears and spears. Go out hunting again with enthusiasm.

It sounds very humorous, but the bitterness and tears of the ancestors are simply unimaginable to future generations.

It embodies the courage to face all difficulties and the determination to pass on the bloodline.

They persevered, they branched out, they moved forward bravely, and today they have become the largest family in the world.

I think this is the so-called hymn of courage.

If the ancestors saw the living environment of their descendants, they would be shocked and at the same time laugh at themselves and feel happy.

Having said that, in the long history of ancient times, this method may have been too useful, which led to it being used in more fields, such as when harming others.

Scientific and technological progress cannot change the underlying logic of humanistic processes.

This is China, and the Yin people play high-end games.

The most famous incident is undoubtedly the witchcraft disaster during the Western Han Dynasty. The process of this incident is clearly documented in many historical materials to support it.

The situation is probably that the ill-tempered old Liu of Han Dynasty was ill. He always had headaches and brain fever. He even hit his heels when he farted. His favorite minister Jiang Chong said, Your Majesty, the prince wants you to do it. I have a wire report that the prince's family has made a copy of your Majesty's. The little wooden man pricks and hammers every day.

The result was that the crown prince was in trouble, and hundreds of thousands of people were implicated.

History has a clear definition of this matter, the prince was wrongly accused.

There is no talk of machinations or political stances here, let alone whether the prince has stabbed a villain.

The key is the powerful impact of the crime of "witchcraft harming people". Even if it is just a reason to kill the prince, this crime is enough to suppress him. At least in that era, people from top to bottom were more or less Understanding how powerful witchcraft is has also led to this real father-son turmoil becoming one of the largest political cases in history.

Whether stabbing villains can harm others can be seen to some extent in the witchcraft disaster incident.

After talking about historical events, let’s talk about things in life.

This kind of technique is practiced in both China and the West.

In Western concepts, it is roughly divided into two categories. One is contact witchcraft, which requires special items to have physical contact with the target in order to work, such as placing special items on the target.

The second is homeopathic witchcraft, which can operate at long distances and does not necessarily require actual contact between the object and the target. However, the selected magic weapon must be similar or common to the target in some way, both in appearance and interior. Zha Xiaoren is obviously a typical example of homeopathic witchcraft.

Yanhuang people call this type of magic the art of being tired of winning. As the name suggests, being tired of winning means to win in spite of being tired, and achieve the goal in the form of magic curses.

"Cihai" contains: "Yitongyi" means to overturn, fit, suppress, block, hide, suppress. It is a witchcraft of ancient alchemists, which means that it can subdue people or things with curses.

Lao Kang's word "killing the villain" actually refers to the art of being tired of winning.

To put it simply, it is the power of human thoughts. This power can be good or bad, good or evil. It is most prominent in hospitals or in the workplace.

This kind of power can be used both externally and internally, and there are many experimental results in later generations, all of which are clearly recorded.

Just give two examples. The first is internal. In a venue, the host invites an audience member to come on stage, then puts a coin on his forearm, telling all the audience members and himself to imagine that the coin will burn the audience member. The process and result, the amazing thing is that not long after, the spectator suddenly shook his arm, and the skin where the coin was just placed was slightly burned.

The second is the external one. A person bought two cups and placed them in two places. He also placed two strawberries in them and sealed them. He muttered to the strawberries in the two cups every day.

One cursed it in the most vicious terms.

Bless it with the most caring words.

As time goes by, one strawberry rots, and the other strawberry rots much more slowly.

The power of thoughts!

If something more mysterious is added to it, the stamina will be even greater!
  Lu Xiucai knew all the above principles.

But the coverage of the art of disgusting victory is too wide, and can the damage really be so great?

"Brother Kang, this is definitely not something ordinary people can do, because ordinary people's mental power cannot maintain a high level of concentration."

"That's right, so the mastermind behind the scenes is either an expert or has received guidance from an expert. And what I'm worried about is what if it's not just this girl who is targeted?"

Lao Kang and Lu Xiucai frowned.

As a master of aliens, he can use his skills to help and save others, and he can also use his skills to harm and kill people. It is the same as medicinal materials, so everyone feels a lot of pressure. How evil is the mastermind behind the scenes?

They also lamented that after Xu Zhen's body was sent to the government, there was a high probability that it would not be carefully examined, and if it was examined, it would probably not be able to find out the cause, and the matter would be hastily.

These days, a dead person cannot make a small splash in society, so he just dies. Many of them die in particularly strange ways, but due to various reasons, it is difficult for the public to detect the truth.

"If you want to find out some clues, you can only use clumsy methods. The art of hating victory requires special objects as a basis, and it shouldn't be solved in a short time. Let's first investigate how many people in Luanming Pavilion have issues with Xu Zhen. Then secretly check their things one by one."

"That's all I can do. I hope I won't target more people. I'll recite sutras first to save the souls of the deceased. No matter whether she was guilty or not during her lifetime, she will be nothing but a passing cloud after her death."

Lao Kang covered Xu Zhen with a white cloth and did what he could for Xu Zhen.

He didn't look at her coldly just because he was a stranger.

There is no psychological resistance to her because of her status as a kiln sister.

Lao Kang is still the same Lao Kang.

Even if they were once life-and-death rivals, their funeral arrangements must be properly handled after the winner is decided.

Except of course the little devil Onmyoji.

They are not people.

Change of perspective, big theater in the front building.

The drama in the second half of the night was more exciting than expected and very lively.

At this time, the song "Farewell My Concubine" that was being sung on the stage happened to reach its climax, which attracted a burst of cheers and applause from the audience, and rewards were flying everywhere. Many elder brothers wanted to be the first in the list, and were looking forward to going to Wushan with Yu Ji later.

Of course, the female lead who plays Yu Ji is a man.

So what?

Don’t actors just play and throw things away when they want? It doesn’t matter what men and women are, only ordinary people who can only see their splendor will look at them with the piety and worship of gods, but they don’t know that an actor will always be an actor, the lowest among the lowest.

"Who is that? Let's have a fruit plate."

"Okay, uncle, do you want to keep the house account or pay in cash?"

"You still need money for the fruit plate? I'll give it to you for free at the Chrysanthemum Tower, okay?"

"Hey, I don't know. The Chrysanthemum Tower and our theater are not on the same account. A fruit plate costs eighty-eight dollars. I really can't make the decision."

"Come on, come on! I want to see if your fruit bowl can bloom with eighteen peonies or what, give me a set!"

Zhao Sanyuan was so happy that he was sitting slightly behind the theater.

Why do you think you dare to ask for eighty-eight yuan for a fruit plate? You wouldn’t dare to charge this price if you go to the Forbidden City to eat, right?

Lao Liu on the side felt his heart dripping with blood, and said miserably: "Brother, do you really dare to do this, eating a fruit plate for eighty-eight dollars? We can round up all the fruits at the Taoguan morning market!"

Actually, Zhao Sanyuan is not deliberately showing off his wealth, after all, he has suffered a loss once.

The main reason is that there are so many seats in the theater, and it seems that there is nothing on my table. Looking at other people’s tables, it is easy to draw unnecessary attention to yourself, especially if you are afraid of being ignored by those in front of you. The wandering man from far away noticed.

"I've carried a bag of white flour, but I still need these two fire ladles? Just spend it." Zhao Sanyuan didn't care much. Isn't the money just for spending?

"I understand what you mean. If you're afraid of being irritated, you should have said it earlier. Why don't I go back and bring the fruit plate from the room to make up the number? How much money do you have in your pocket?"

"It's okay, it's your money you spent."

"???"

Ding Haohao, who was sitting obediently next to Zhao Sanyuan, tried not to laugh out loud. He told himself countless times that he was a professional and would never laugh no matter how much the guests made a fool of themselves when accompanying him.

Soon, a group of eighteen people lined up.

Yes, there were eighteen people. They finally stood in front of Zhao Sanyuan's table. They were all wearing red tie tuxedos and looked very fashionable. Moreover, each of them held an exquisite tray in their hands with a variety of fresh fruits.

"One, two, let's go~"

"I wish you good food and clothing, and the bungalow is second only to the brothel~"

"I wish you can make more money and be less angry, and have a happy and sweet life~"

"I wish you a prosperous fortune and many aunts and wives~"

"I wish you good luck, good luck, good harvest and good harvest~"

"Increase wealth, increase happiness and increase longevity, longevity and longevity~"

"If you are blessed, you will be blessed with wealth, and you will be blessed with noble sons, and your sons will be filial, and your grandson will be virtuous and honor you~"

"Prosperity and wealth come every year, money, power and a future~"

"I wish you a bright future, a bright breeze on your sleeves, and a high-ranking official~"

"Three sails and five leaps create great achievements, and the road to wealth will be broad in all seasons~"

"Make noble friends from all over the world, and the seven stars will shine like an ox~"

"There are mountains of treasures from all directions, and nine sons have passed the imperial examination to pass on to future generations~"

"Perfect and perfect in the human world, we will be together for a hundred years as a wonderful immortal~"

"A moment of gold is the night of spring, and all the colors are purple and red~"

After shouting the auspicious words, eighteen fruit plates were piled on the table, forming the shape of a small minaret. Then he brushed off his clothes and went away, hiding his merits and fame.

What is a professional team?

Even Zhao Sanyuan was confused.

Who would have thought that the last fruit plate could have so much attention to detail?
  Not to mention, the small words are quite good. Where the hell did you learn them?

"That's it? How dare you sell eighteen fruit plates for eighty-eight?" Old Liu looked around and found that apart from the good knife skills, there was nothing special about these fruits.

Zhao Sanyuan happily placed a lychee to eat, "Didn't they say a lot of auspicious words? I think it's good."

"You're saying something auspicious, right? Now I'm going to kneel down and tell them a story. Can you come to me instead?"

"puff--"

Ding Haohao couldn't hold it back anymore and spit out a mouthful of wine.

Unfortunately, she had never seen such a strange customer as Old Liu.

It’s just a matter of buckles and searches. Why do you come to a brothel and still want to make some money?
  Zhao Sanyuan put a cigarette into Lao Liu's mouth and told him to beep less, "I'm just teasing you, it didn't cost you any money."

His eyes almost never left the back of Piao Hun'er's man.

What's surprising is that this guy is watching the show alone and doesn't want others to hug him.

It's weird, he has Ding Haohao by his side, why doesn't he look for a girl?
  "Do you know him?"

Ding thought for a while and then nodded, "Of course I know him. All the sisters in Luanming Pavilion know him."

"Regular customer?"

"That's right. He's been coming here every day lately, not because he's a regular customer, but because he's famous."

Zhao Sanyuan was a little surprised. He didn't expect him to be a celebrity. "What does he do?"

"I used to be a martial arts student in the Guilan class, named Jiang Yang, and he was famous. Later, the class leader of Jiangyang class died of a serious illness, and he never performed on stage again."

Wusheng is a character in the drama who is good at martial arts. Different from fancy fists and embroidered legs, anyone who can get the name of Wusheng has real ability. It is really not a boast that a Wusheng can beat more than a dozen ordinary people.

Among them, martial arts students are roughly divided into three categories, one is called long-reliance martial arts, the other is called short-fighting martial arts, and the last one is called Fanpu martial arts. The former not only requires exquisite acting, but also has very strict requirements for martial arts, and must have the demeanor of a general. , you have to show your spirit.

The martial arts requirements for short-fight martial arts students are not as demanding as the former, but the skills must be quick and vigorous, and the main point is clean and neat.

The tumbling martial artist, on the other hand, does not speak on the stage and focuses on a professional supporting role. He is very skillful in various somersaults and falls, and is as agile as a leopard.

Wusheng Wusheng, Wusheng's profession is known as martial arts in later generations, but it is still a low-level profession and belongs to the category of actors.

Just when Zhao Sanyuan wanted to ask more about Jiang Yang, out of the corner of his eye he saw something unpleasant happening not far away.

An older brother impatiently pushed away the purple cheongsam girl in his arms, but kept the new red cheongsam girl because the latter was younger, had tenderer skin, sweeter voice, and could call her daddy.

The purple cheongsam girl might have made her elder brother unhappy by complaining a little or two.

Snap! The girl in the purple cheongsam held her big buttocks in the face, and the girl in the red cheongsam in her arms smiled coquettishly and exaggerated her brother's power.

In pain, the girl in the purple cheongsam didn't dare to say another word, and backed away with a smile.

This kind of thing happens everywhere and is not new.

Zhao Sanyuan didn't pay much attention to this.

Use color to serve those you love, but when color fades, love will flow away.

The unchanging truth.

After the purple cheongsam girl calmly returned to her room, her face with deep fingerprints suddenly turned sinister.

She closed the door carefully, and then took out a palm-sized wooden figure from the compartment of the bed. It was tightly wrapped in black cloth painted with red incantations, which would make ordinary people feel scared just by looking at it.

"Laugh! I make you laugh!"

"I'll beat you until you're all sick and you can't be saved!"

"I'll beat your mouth until you spit out blood every day!"

"I'll break your bones, fall and be chopped into pieces!"

(End of this chapter)