Republic of China

Chapter 344 Yanshi
The saying "competitors are enemies" is actually quite decent. Many times, your competitors will want to take your life. It doesn't matter whether you are good or not, because your competitors cannot be good, especially those who sit right next to each other. At the very least, they will trash talk each other, and at worst, they will stab each other with knives.

In the field of divination, there are also many people who try to trip each other up. When things get out of hand, there are even some who openly compete in public to decide life and death.

So when Master Zhang saw the little country bumpkin next door laughing several times in a row, he was 100% sure that he was definitely here to sabotage them, or he might be a hired thug in the same industry.

Can this be tolerated?
I have lived for forty or fifty years and finally got rich from heaven. No matter whether the Manchu banner is destroyed or not, the emperor is older than me. Making a fortune is enough to live a carefree life for the rest of my life. How dare you, kid, get in the way of my good things!
Master Zhang was probably so angry that he lost his mind. He jumped up and ran to Zhao Sanyuan's side. He didn't have the demeanor of a master just now. He rolled up his sleeves and pointed at the little country boy who was about to laugh.

"Where did the earth sprouts come from? Show me the plate!"

This shows that Master Zhang did not lose his sense of proportion. After all, he did not know Zhao Sanyuan's background. It would be terrible if a flood washed away the Dragon King Temple, or if he offended someone he could not afford to offend. So he used the "jargon" to test the waters first.

Zhao Sanyuan rolled his eyes and thought, is it the incision?

A few years ago, I probably wouldn't have known what was going on, but after I met Old Beifeng and his group of big bandits, I've become familiar with their jargon.

"I'm going to save my son, not a new springboard, but a golden lantern."

"Zan'erliang? I think you are a big shot. Since you know the inside story well, why don't you check my Wan'er?"

"You've made a mistake and you don't want to let people have some fun? Don't worry, I won't shake the door, just continue to play your game."

The two exchanged several sentences, which made the little emperor confused. He wondered what dialect this was? Was it Chinese? I could understand it when I listened to it separately, but I had no idea what it meant when I listened to it together.

The young emperor's entourage was no simple matter. When they saw His Majesty's reaction, they knew that the opportunity to flatter had come, and they quickly stepped forward to explain.

"Master, ya'er means young man, and liangpan means to introduce oneself. If you have a master, report your master. If you have a backer, keep your backer, so as to prevent the flood from washing away the Dragon King Temple."

"The young man replied that he was an expert and not a green hand. His last name was Zhao and he was also a fortune teller."

As the old saying goes, there are all kinds of people, and many people are not clear about how to classify them.

One of the eight gates, Jin, is Mr. Jianghu, but he is different from a Taoist priest in the strict sense. If he is a Taoist priest, he will say that he is a member of the three religions.

The little emperor immediately became interested. It was his first time to come into contact with underworld jargon, and he found it particularly interesting. He then pulled his followers aside to ask what was going on.

"Master Zhang will definitely not be happy. You say you know your stuff? I think you are just a clueless young man. Since you are in the same industry, don't you know Master Zhang's reputation in Nanshi?"

"and then?"

"Uh, Master, it's hard for me to explain."

"If you keep talking nonsense, go back to Shanxi."

"I'm afraid I'll kill you! I'm afraid that what that young man said disturbed your interest!"

"I forgive you, speak."

"Won't that young man be laughed at for saying that Master Zhang is not very skilled? Don't worry, I am a man of few words and I am not a gossiper. Let Master Zhang continue to deceive his master, and we will not interfere with each other."

It is said that when an ordinary man is angry, blood splatters five steps away, and when the emperor is angry, millions of corpses are buried.

The little emperor was not stupid, so he couldn't tell that he was being fooled? Perhaps his identity had been guessed long ago.

But things are different now. The little emperor got angry for a while, and then his face turned red, so he chose to wait and see.

In the final analysis, they were afraid that the commotion would become too big and be heard by some fanatical revolutionary.

If he didn't leave immediately, it was because the little emperor had never seen the world. How could he have seen such a quarrel among the common people? It was even more exciting than watching a big drama.

After Master Zhang's dirty tricks were exposed, especially after he vaguely heard the conversation between the little emperor and his entourage, he became angry and anxious. He was afraid that his fortune would be over, and he wanted to eat Zhao Sanyuan alive.

You must not show your cowardice.

"You are so brave, boy! Do you dare to compete with me to see who is the real Li Kui and who is the fake Li Gui?"

There was no other way. If Master Zhang wanted to save everything, he could only use more intuitive performance to stabilize the little emperor.

Hidden danger?

Of course there are hidden dangers.

It is still unclear where this kid came from, but we can't care too much. Fortune and wealth are achieved through risk. Besides, this kid is so young and dressed very poorly. He is definitely not a powerful figure, otherwise he would have been wearing gold and silver jewelry long ago.

"Not interested in."

Zhao Sanyuan has never had the habit of pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger. If anyone jumps up and down and shouts for a fight, won't he be exhausted if he agrees?
To put it bluntly, this matter has nothing to do with me. It's just that I have poor expression management. Can't you just not smile?

"My master said that whoever wins will get a prize of one hundred dollars in cash~" the little emperor's follower shouted at the top of his voice. Perhaps it was because of habit, so his voice was somewhat shrill.

In order to prevent Zhao Sanyuan from leaving, he cleared his throat again and prepared to double the price.

But before he could open his mouth, Zhao Sanyuan immediately became alert.

"One hundred dollars! Whoever doesn't give it to me is my grandson!"

People may be of different status, but there is nothing wrong with money.

Those who left their hometown are not from Fengtian City. Those who came here through Li Dongzhi have to pay hundreds of yuan for a job. In this lawless place, they can only get two silver dollars at most for a job.

Isn’t it nice to eat out?

The impromptu Xuanmen showdown is about to begin, and there will inevitably be crowds of spectators gathering inside and outside, after all, it's fun to watch and it doesn't cost any money.

Zhao Sanyuan and Master Zhang were standing opposite each other, ten steps apart.

Judging from the display, Master Zhang has a large number of ritual implements on his table. There is also a lingering aroma from the cauldron as big as a washbasin. I wonder if he has to bring so many items every time he sets up his stall.

On the other hand, Zhao Sanyuan's was really shabby. He just had a small incense burner, which he carried with him. There were four incense sticks inserted in it, three at the back and one at the front. The back three were for worshiping gods and Buddhas, and the front one represented his disciples.

"Dear fellow villagers! Dear elders! I am Zhang Linyi, a humble Taoist priest with a little reputation in Nanshi. Today..."

Zhang Linyi bowed to the crowd and took the opportunity to build momentum.

After all, he has been in Nanshi for many years, and many people have heard of him, but no one knows how capable he is. This is a good opportunity to take a look.

"Master Zhang, you're welcome! Show me what you can do!"

"Yes! We need to let people know that we, the people of Tianjin, are not easy to bully!"

"Come on, come on, it's time to end the game~~~!"

Amid the noisy crowd, Zhao Sanyuan was speechless. He only saw Lao Liu holding his dog-skin hat and moving among the crowd to gamble.

Do we still have the capital to end the game? Besides, how much do you think of me? If the odds are fifty to one, I will really fail and see what you will do.

The most excited person must be the little emperor. As the one who set the prize, he is in the closest and best position, and his face is full of anticipation.

"How do you compare?" Zhao Sanyuan spoke first, just wanting to finish the matter quickly and take the money and leave.

Perhaps the atmosphere on the scene gave Master Zhang a great boost. He restored his former master demeanor and said with a faint smile: "I am much older than you. Don't be accused of bullying the younger generation. Let's stop here——"

Zhao Sanyuan waved his hands impatiently, "Alright, stop talking. Have you seen the bamboo incense in my stove? If you can put it out, you win. Hurry up."

The young man with a Northeastern accent was so arrogant that he caused all kinds of disdainful ridicule from the crowd watching.

So crazy.

Judging from the attitudes of both sides, Zhao Sanyuan really looks more like an ignorant villain. Doesn't he look at how many self-important and ruthless people from other places can't even make a splash when they enter Tianjin?

Zhang Linyi was very happy. First, he didn't expect Zhao Sanyuan to be so arrogant. Second, he had hit the nail on the head. Did he really think I could only cheat? That's because it's faster to make money by cheating!

Then he didn't mind Zhao Sanyuan's tone and started working directly.

He held up a handful of incense and lit it on the candle, then he worshiped in all directions and muttered some incantation.

Zhao Sanyuan let him do whatever he wanted and lit a cigarette and puffed away.

Arrogant?

of course not.

We can guess what is going on from the way the other party sets up the altar. First of all, the direction of the meridian needle on the altar compass is wrong.

Secondly, the arrangement of ritual instruments is disorderly. Any ritual altar, god altar, spirit altar, scripture hall, mysterious altar, etc., has its own system for building the altar and standards for ascending the altar.

Finally, the old immortal was very insightful, saying that Lao Deng was either not very skilled or a wild one, and he could easily handle it. But it must be admitted that the scene was indeed fancy and very entertaining, and could quickly attract the attention of ordinary people.

After Master Zhang paid homage to all four directions, he picked up a piece of bamboo incense and opened a pile of yellow paper. Then he split the incense into two pieces and used them like a pair of big scissors to scratch the falling yellow paper, causing sparks to fly and paper scraps to fly everywhere.

After landing on the altar, they turned into lifelike paper figures with bows and arrows drawn. Amid cheers and applause, Zhang Linyi even posed to respond to the folks.

Zhao Sanyuan tried hard not to use the Three Emperors Sword to pierce through Old Deng. After all, ordinary people didn't know how powerful the Three Emperors Sword was. If the other party suddenly fell down, they would probably think he had an acute illness rather than being shot in the soul. Therefore, he had to use some eye-catching fancy tricks to deal with it.

"Heaven gives birth to water, and earth completes it!"

"One and six are in order, and the five elements are the foundation!"

"Hurry up as a law!"

shhhhh--

A magical scene appears.

Following Zhang Linyi's order, the row of paper figures immediately drew their bows and aimed at Zhao Sanyuan like a full moon. Their movements were smooth and flowing, just like a team of archers.

Under the big willow tree, Lu Xiucai was amazed. He didn't expect Zhang Linyi to be so capable. No wonder he dared to challenge Zhang Linyi to a fight in the street.

"Brother Kang, can you tell what Lao Deng's method is? It's a bit like Dan Tu's."

It is said that the founder of the Dantu style was a poor scholar in the Tang Dynasty. By chance, he became Wu Daozi's disciple. After learning his true teachings, he used brush and ink to become a master of calligraphy and painting. He could even make a tiger leap out of the painting and make the barren land lush and green. It was quite mysterious.

"It's a bit like that." Kang Muang couldn't be sure. Just like Fengjiaomen, he had heard of it but never seen it. The mystery of Dantu Sect was not much less than that of Fengjiaomen.

Mo Wenshan sniffed and smelled a mysterious woody scent that he hadn't smelled in many years. It was very faint, but very real.

"It wasn't painted by Dan."

"That is."

"Yanshi."

At the same time, Zhang Linyi waved the command flag, and the paper man immediately shot an arrow.

Even though the arrow is small and made of paper, the sound of it breaking through the air cannot be faked.

Zhao Sanyuan raised his eyebrows.

Huh?

It's not a fake trick.

I have never seen this kind of magic before.

Although he was curious, he did not slow down at all in his work.

Zhao Sanyuan picked up the wine gourd and took a big gulp. Then he stepped on the ground with his right foot three times in a row, and the strong liquor in his mouth sprayed onto the back of the gong.

Boom——! ! !
There was a loud bang, which made the onlookers dizzy and shocked, and also knocked down dozens of small arrows that were shot at them.

Zhang Linyi's smile froze a little. He was not sure that he could defeat the enemy with one move, but he did not expect to be defeated so easily.

The layman watches the excitement, while the expert sees the details. It is not as simple as just striking a gong.

After a brief moment of surprise, Zhang Linyi attacked again.

He took apart the short-handled copper coin sword and wrapped the copper coins one by one in yellow paper. After a dazzling moment, he produced many paper phoenixes the size of half a palm, with their mouths and tails made of small pieces of wood.

"A flash of inspiration entered the divine fetus!"

“The immortals, saints, and Buddhas are free!”

"The sun, moon and stars shine with you!"

"Xiangmu points to Zhu Yingjie's coming!"

The paper phoenixes flapped their wings as if they were living creatures, causing even greater amazement than ever before. The little emperor was dazzled by the sight and thought to himself that this was much more interesting than a magic trick.

It was totally fucking worth the hundred bucks!
Not sure how the other party will respond?

Zhao Sanyuan had already put aside his already limited contempt.

The experts are indeed among the people.

Who could have thought that Lao Deng, who was cheating people out of fortune-telling money, was so amazing?

While expressing his emotion, Zhao Sanyuan placed the old bronze mirror that was specially used to consecrate objects on the altar. Then he shook his wrist and a rope came out from his sleeve. He then wrapped the rope around the fingers of both hands and roasted them in the smoke.

On the other side, Zhang Linyi waved the command flag again, and the paper phoenixes flew towards Zhao Sanyuan's incense burner.

"Master is right, it must be Yanshi. This person is definitely using Yanshu." Kang Muang said in a firm tone.

Lu Xiucai was amazed, "Is this really Yanshu? Is it the Yanshu in "Liezi·Tangwen" where the puppet can flirt with the concubine of King Mu of Zhou?"

"He's definitely not that powerful, but this person is definitely Yanshi Wuyi. Big cities are different. There are crouching tigers, hidden dragons, and crouching tigers."

"Can San Yuan handle it?"

"Don't let him hear this, or he will definitely beat you up."

Suddenly, there were doubts among the waves of exclamations, and everyone was discussing fiercely what Zhao Sanyuan was doing.

The paper birds made on the other side all flew over, but he was playing cat's tangle?
In the eyes of everyone, Zhao Sanyuan's behavior was really confusing.

It's human nature. It would be strange if you could understand it.

Zhang Linyi is in the east, the rabbit is yin, and the five elements of magic are wood.

Zhao Sanyuan's position is in the west, which is Yin for Rooster and the time when the sun is setting, which is You Metal. How can he not make good use of such a favorable location?
Gathering the energy of the setting sun, entering the yang and combining with the yin, this is the flourishing of gold.

Metal overcomes wood, and Mao and You are in conflict!

The shadows of the flower ropes reflected by the bronze mirror enveloped the large group of paper phoenixes. Their flapping wings became slower and slower, and they landed one by one in an arc. The farthest one landed only about half a foot in front of Zhao Sanyuan's altar, without even touching the edge of the incense burner.

After failing again, Zhang Linyi was overwhelmed.

At this point, don’t you know what special skills the guy on the other side has?
But now I am in a dilemma, and the consequences of giving up are totally unacceptable.

Fight!

Zhang Linyi fiddled with the instruments on the altar at a dazzling speed. Strictly speaking, he was disassembling and reassembling them. In the blink of an eye, he had put together a cannon based on wood and paper?
Is that a cannon?

The onlookers jumped up and down to get a better look, but no matter how they looked at it, it looked like a mini cannon.

Can you repay the punishment by rubbing the cannon with your hands?
Zhang Linyi stopped burning incense and worshipping the heavens. He struck a match angrily, but the muzzle of the mini cannon was not pointed at Zhao Sanyuan, but at his incense burner bowl, leaving room for him.

It was this clue that broadened his path and prevented him from ending up in disgrace.

The match struck, and Zhang Linyi reached out to light the paper fuse.

But as soon as he moved, the flame went out.

Ok?
There is no wind either.

Is it because of damp?

Zhang Linyi was not discouraged. After all, I was the one attacking and he was the one defending. The initiative was on his side. He then struck another match.
Still no use.

The spectators' hearts gradually settled down, and the boos became louder and louder.

Everyone is waiting to see you fire, but you've been lighting half a box of matches and haven't even lit one. What are you doing?

Little did they know that Huang Xiaoliu was sitting on Zhang Linyi’s altar with his legs crossed, blowing the wind over and over again, speaking in a teasing tone.

"It would be interesting to invent a windproof lighter~"

(End of this chapter)