Chapter 877 Help or Not
Although the deputy director didn't know Chu Heng's background, he guessed from the few words from Jiang Zhuolin's mouth that this kid was not simple.
Therefore, he didn't scold him too much. After a few insults, he called for someone to send the one-eyed old man to the forensic room, and then left with his own people.
As for the identity of the old man who suddenly appeared in the bureau and was called master by Jia Ying, he didn't even ask.
Although the old man's skills are a bit scary, he is Jia Ying's master after all, and he is not a prisoner. There is no reason to investigate him, right?
Say it again.
That Jia Ying belongs to Jiang Zhuolin. If there is really a problem, someone will naturally take care of him and cannot find him.
So, why do you care?
......
Chu Heng and Cen Hao did not leave with the deputy director.
At this time, he was following the one-eyed old man in the morgue of the forensic room.
This was Chu Heng's first time coming to the morgue. When he followed Jiang Zhuolin to deliver the body, he wanted to come in and have a look, but when he went there, he was ruthlessly kicked out by Jia Ying.
Now see what’s going on here.
He finally understood why Jia Ying was as guarded against Ximen Qing and wouldn't let him in at all.
This morgue is not big, with just two beds and some equipment, it is completely packed.
At this time, on one of the two beds, there was the corpse of the mute old man. The corpses of the dwarf and his mother Yu'an were put into body bags and piled under the bed.
On the other remaining bed lay the one-eyed old man who had fallen asleep. The quilt under him was from before they arrived. It must have been Master Jia Ying who slept on it. This can be explained clearly. , why didn't he let Chu Heng enter the morgue? He was probably afraid that others would discover the existence of the old man.
At the same time, Chu Heng also understood why Jia Ying had to eat so much every time.
How much can two people eat?
At this moment, Lao Dao is treating Cen Hao's injuries. One of the boy's hand bones was twisted by his mother Yu'an. Lao Dao is fixing his bones and heels. He will have to go to the hospital to put on a plaster at dawn.
"Uncle Jia!"
After Chu Heng wandered around the room, he wandered over to Jia Ying, pulled him unwillingly and asked: "What on earth have you committed? Tell me Tell me, maybe I can really help.”
This guy is feeling miserable!
Usually, others beg him to do things, but now he takes the initiative to help others, and they even dislike him!
Where can I go to reason with you!
"You're a toad, you're yawning loudly."
Jia Ying is really annoyed with this guy now. If he hadn't suddenly had a fit and wanted to interrogate his mother Yu'an, his master's whereabouts wouldn't have been exposed.
After taking one look at this guy, he didn't bother to talk to him anymore. He turned to look at the old man and continued to persuade him earnestly: "Master, you should listen to my advice. Can we leave quickly? I know that you, Bodhisattva... Taozu, are kind-hearted, but you have to worry about it sometimes. We can't bury ourselves in the ground just for him. "I'll sew your mouth shut if you keep talking nonsense, do you believe it?" The old man frowned and glared at him, then looked back at Cen Hao, and then stretched out his hand to pinch him. After a few moments, he smiled kindly and said: "Young man, have you ever practiced boxing?"
This scene...
Why is it so similar to the story about a master recruiting a disciple in the play?
Cen Hao, who had always admired the old Taoist, smiled cautiously when he heard this, and reported the basics in a strict manner: "To tell you a long story, I practiced Baguazhang with my father for a while when I was a child. After he died, I I explored on my own, and then I met an old man and learned the moves from him for a month. Unfortunately, before I could become a disciple, he drank too much and drowned in a puddle. After that, I practiced blindly by myself. ”
“Oh? You must be self-taught, and you can actually develop such a solid foundation. Yes, yes, you are a master of martial arts.”
The old man smiled and praised, then stood up and said: "Okay, it's getting late. You should go back and rest early. Remember to bring the medicine tomorrow."
Finished?
Cen Hao was stunned.
Why don’t you just accept me as a disciple?
This is different from the one in the play!
Chu Heng was also stunned. What's going on?
Why didn't he look at me after watching it?
So he stepped forward with all his strength, put his arm in front of the old man, and said with a smile: "Taoist priest, please give me a look."
"You don't have to. "Look."
The old man looked at him with a smile on his face, stroking his beard and said: "Strong bones and strong muscles. , Full of energy, good body and bones, but it’s a bit late to practice martial arts. It’s okay to learn simple postures.”
“Can’t you practice other things, such as cultivation and refining Qi? , Refining energy to transform into gods, refining gods is nothing more than that." Chu Heng looked at the old man expectantly with bright eyes.
"Cultivation?"
The old man looked at him blankly, not understanding what nonsense the grandson was talking about.
Finally, after thinking about it carefully, I guessed what he was talking about. I couldn't help but laugh and said, "You should be talking about cultivating Taoism, right? As for what it means to practice spirituality, I don't understand."< br>
“That’s it!”
Chu Heng was disappointed and thought he was going to change the map and ride a fairy horse.
"Taoist Master."
Cen Hao came up at this time and asked with a look of reluctance: "Can you teach me Kung Fu? I would like to worship you as my teacher!"
As he said this, he would kneel down and kowtow.
He has been suffering from the guidance of the unknown teacher. Now the master is in front of him, how can he give up this opportunity.
“Get up!”
The old man hurriedly stretched out his hand to grab his arm, and pulled him up with a little effort. Then he squeezed Cen Hao's arm with a look of regret on his face and sighed: "You are a good boy in martial arts. If it were early In a few years, maybe I would have accepted it, but now that I am in trouble, I won’t be here to mislead others.”
“I’m not afraid of trouble!” Cen Hao suddenly became anxious when he heard that he rejected him. .
"Aren't you afraid of us?" Jia Ying on the side rolled her eyes and started to chase people away: "Okay, go ahead and do what you have to do, we have to rest."
< br>"Bang!"
That's when.
Jiang Zhuolin, who had just learned the news, hurriedly opened the door and walked in, and asked: "How is it? Is Mr. Huang okay?"
"With my master's help, what can happen to him?" Jia Ying sighed helplessly.
Jiang Zhuolin breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this: "That's good, that's good!"
Jia Ying came over at this time, pulled him and said: "You're here just in time, hurry up Come with me and persuade my master to come with me quickly.”
“Let’s go, no one of you has to leave this time.”
Jiang Zhuolin broke away from him, looked at Chu Heng with a smile, and asked: "Boy, let me ask you, is Taoist Dou considered your savior?"
It turns out that his surname is Dou.
Chu Heng glanced at the old Taoist and nodded hurriedly: "What does it mean to calculate? It is. If Dao Dao had not taken action, I would be dead now."
"That's enough. Let me ask you again, if your savior is in trouble, will you help or not?" Jiang Zhuolin smiled like a thief, as if he was convinced that Chu Heng was convinced.
(End of this chapter)