Chapter 113 Sima
The middle-aged official walked slowly down the second floor, followed by two maids, carrying flower baskets in their left and right hands, with decent manners.
Behave in a very grand manner.
Seeing the official coming down, the prodigal man also hurriedly smiled and said respectfully:
"Sir Ma, why are you coming down?"
As a result, the officials didn't even look at him. After arriving on the first floor, they walked straight up to Zuo Chen. They were all smiles and bowed their hands in salute:
"Taoist Zuo Chen, Mr. Governor received a letter from the county magistrate a few days ago. The letter came. On that day, he was boasting about the strange people in the palace. We, the subordinates, could also see your style in the letter. But we didn't expect that the governor was not here these two days, but you were not able to host a banquet for you. It was really Dongshui City. Not here."
The man's attitude was respectful, and he was stunned by the gamblers surrounding him.
Who is this Mr. Sima!
His name was Wang Liang, and he was a sergeant under the governor. He was in charge of the position of Sima, so he changed his surname and called him Sima Liang.
This is a serious official! The kind of official who can make a name for himself in Kyoto!
His current attitude in front of Zuo Chen...
There is no way to think too much about the identity of this little Taoist priest!
Zuo Chen glanced at Sima Liang twice and sighed slightly: "I originally wanted to have another bet with that gentleman, but now it seems that there is no chance."
"If you are really good at this, I will open a bank specifically for you so that you can have fun." Sima Liang said.
"No need."
The swinger next to him was left alone, but he did not dare to move.
Cold sweat began to pour down from his forehead, as if someone was pouring a basin of water on top of his head.
Those who open this kind of shop all have a pair of snobbish eyes. They act as the backbone of the upper-class people, inflict violence on the lower-class people, show off their power, and play freely.
But the snobbish eyes of the prodigal could not tell how high the Taoist priest was.
The Taoist priest's robes are simple, he has few followers, and he has no posture. Even the hat on his head is tilted. Such a person, according to Sima Liang's words just now, is a noble person that even the governor wants to meet!
Why are you dressed so plainly! Isn’t this a bad thing?
I originally thought about taking action myself and using the theater as a big altar to have a good fight with this little Taoist priest.
Still fighting now?
Let’s fight!
After saying the polite words, Sima Liang turned his eyes to the swinger standing not far away, pointed at Zhao Laosan who was still unconscious, and said with a smile: "Old Jiu, the one lying on the ground is you. One of my subordinates."
The corners of the prodigal's mouth twitched slightly, and he didn't want to recognize him, but when he saw Sima Liang's eyes, he could only nod his head: "Indeed, he is from here."
"Then why don't you just give the money to Taoist Priest?" Sima Liang said: "It's not too much for you. In my opinion, Taoist Zuo Chen's luminous pearl is of good quality, so let's count it as three thousand silver taels. Right. "
Seize the young man?
Three thousand! ? ?
Didn’t the Taoist priest just say that he only needed one thousand two hundred taels?
Damn it, why didn’t you take my life?
The swinger felt dizzy and his legs were weak.
He is not a red lantern in Kyoto, so how can he make so much money! After a year's full play, the net profit is only six or seven hundred taels of snowflake silver. You want three thousand from me all of a sudden? Am I still alive?
But seeing Sima Liang's half-smiling eyes, the prodigal knew that if he really didn't pay the money, he might really have to move his head.
"...I'm going to prepare it for the Taoist priest."
My teeth were broken, and my heart was about to break.
“Take his mother’s destiny as well.” Seeing that the prodigal was about to leave, Zuo Chen pointed at Wu Hui and added.
He was unsteady on his feet and almost fell, but he still walked towards the Bo Xi Fang warehouse without saying a word.
Seeing him leave, the gamblers didn't dare to gather around, for fear of touching Sima Liang's brow, and in the blink of an eye there was no one else around.
Seeing the prodigal leaving, Sima Liang smiled again and said to Zuo Chen:
"Taoist Master, without the silver coins, this theater probably won't be able to open for a long time."
Zuo Chen Chen Neng could hear what Sima Liang meant.
The other party clearly knows his level and is afraid that he will get angry here and kill everyone in the casino on the spot. In that case, it will not be easy for them as officials.
So he jumped out, chose a gentle approach, and assured Zuo Chen that there would be absolutely no good results in this place.
Zuo Chen also felt a little helpless about this.
When Xiaodao walked in the rivers and lakes, he only killed a few young people from the troubled times, and he would not go on a killing spree in such a busy market place.
The impact is not good.
At least find a place where there are no people around to do it.
"Daoist Zuo, the governor is in the north chasing monsters these days. It will probably take a while before he can come back. The city is temporarily under my management. I wonder if you have time to come and sit in my house. So that I can fulfill my duty as a landlord.”
Sima Liang asked Zuo Chen, but the latter waved his hand slightly and declined:
“There are still some things to do. I won’t bother Sima for the time being.”
Sima Liang was not annoyed. But stroking his beard, looking around, he suddenly asked:
"Taoist Master, don't you like gambling?"
"If the wealth of the entire family comes into contact with this thing, it will fall into hell. , it’s better not to touch this kind of thing.”
"I think so too." Sima Liang sighed softly: "Unfortunately, many taxes in the city come from this street. Even if I wanted to deal with it, Situ couldn't agree to it. The two of us had several quarrels over this. ”
Zuo Chen didn’t answer.
He doesn't like this kind of political stuff at all, and he doesn't intend to get involved.
Sima Liang stopped talking.
A few people are waiting here quietly.
Master Wuwei and his disciples shrank and did not dare to move, for fear of disturbing the high official. Caiyi felt a little bored and ran to the door to watch the lanterns on the river. After a while, the swinger finally came out, with several strong men behind him and carrying several large boxes.
Put it in the middle of the hall and unbox it.
There are neat snowflakes and silver inside!
Many gamblers cast their glances, which showed that Sima did not dare to look here for too long. The swinger, on the other hand, stared at these soft boxes with reluctance in his eyes.
"Taoist Master, I'll give these to you." He suppressed his emotions and made a gesture of invitation to Zuo Chen: "Do you need me to send the warrior to your house?"
Zuo Chen did not answer him. , just came to one of the boxes.
Stretched out his hand and twisted a dice placed among the coins.
Crystal clear, it looks very beautiful, like a work of art.
This is the fate of Wuhui’s mother.
After taking the dice, Zuo Chen left without looking back. Wuwei Shanren was a little confused as to why Zuo Chen didn't take the silver, but obviously saving people was more important now.
Sima Liang was also a little curious. He glanced sideways at the boxes, then nodded in understanding, laughed twice, and left with the two maids.
Only the wanderer was left with a confused face, thinking that Zuo Chen was really an immortal from this world who was unwilling to take ordinary gold and silver. However, when he came to the box and took a look, he found that there was nothing inside.
I couldn’t help but gasp.
The art of swiping around?
Who can wave away three thousand taels with just a wave of his hand?
Suppressing his heartache and shock, the prodigal finally cast his eyes on Zhao Laosan, who was still unconscious on the ground, and finally sneered twice: "It's still worth selling these organs to those who have lowered their heads. A few taels of silver. Take him down!"
The man dragged Zhao Laosan away, and no gambler cared about his fate.
......
After leaving the gambling house, Zuo Chen first glanced at the dice in his hand, feeling a little surprised in his heart.
If you are destined to be a official, you will be rich and noble. If you are prosperous, your wealth will be hidden in the earthly branches. This is a natural gambling luck.
No wonder the prodigal wanted to take out her destiny. This method of naming the soul was caused by Fang Zi temporarily rewriting his own horoscope, and letting others replace his own horoscope at the gambling table for gambling. , the winning rate will naturally be much higher.
Putting away the dice, Zuo Chen was about to leave, but at this moment, Sima Liang stopped Zuo Chen from the side.
"Taoist Master, do you know about the gambling village?"
Originally Zuo Chen planned to ignore Sima Liang and leave directly, but when he said the word gambling village, Zuo Chen was still Hook stopped.
"A whole village is gambling?"
"Youzhou, Jingdu, Jingzhou, the bookmakers from the three regions are all over there." When Sima Liang said this, he looked around and lowered his voice: "Here There are so many people, so it’s really hard to talk too much. If you have time, please come and get together at my house.”
“I’ll go.”
Zuo Chen nodded and said so. Put something on the schedule.
Then he called over Wuwei Wuhui and Caiyi and waved the sleeves of his Taoist robe.
I saw a burst of thick fog rising from the river bank not far away, causing the pedestrians around to exclaim.
When the thick fog dissipated, Zuo Chen and his party had disappeared.
Sima Liang looked around, but couldn’t see anyone, so he couldn’t help but sigh:
“This method is really unpredictable.”
……
Some time later, when the bright moon was high in the sky, Zuo Chen finally led the people into the Qingfeng Taoist Temple.
The four people falling from the sky disturbed Wugen who was just about to fall asleep. Seeing the dark-skinned girl walking out with a broom, her face full of alertness, Wuwei Shanren helplessly whispered:
"Apprentice, it's us."
Wugen exclaimed in a low voice and quickly put the broom aside.
"Master, I just saw you flying. Where have you been?"
After cleaning up, Wugen couldn't help but ask Wuwei.
"We just came back from Dongshui City."
"Dongshui?"
Wu Gen couldn't help but marvel.
It’s only been less than half a day and I slipped away from Dongshui. I’m afraid the ancestor didn’t have this method.
Without saying a word, Zuo Chen entered the room and went to the woman who had been bedridden for a long time. He put the dice in his hand on the woman's forehead and pinched a spell in his hand.
As soon as the dice turned red, a little person emerged. Dressed as a village woman, she looked young and beautiful, with soft eyes. She circled in the air and turned to the left. Chen saluted and immediately got into the forehead of the bedridden woman.
After a short while, the old woman finally slowly opened her eyes.
She seemed to want to force herself to stand up, but her arms could not use the strength, and her legs could not use the strength. She could only force her body to tilt her head and look at Wu Hui in the crowd.
At this moment, Wu Huique's wisdom root seemed to have finally been penetrated. There were two lines of clear tears left in his eyes, and he knelt down by the bed with a pop.
"Mother!"
I finally cried out.
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