The toughest man in the city

Chapter 400 Put pen to paper, take a step

When Fu Qingcheng saw Master Kong Kong and Daoist Zhang walking out of the backyard side by side, his entire body trembled with excitement.

She can't remember how many years, since the first time she annoyed Daoist Zhang, she has never seen this expert.

Unexpectedly, there was finally a turning point today.

It seems that it is right to invite Master Kongkong.

Excited, Fu Qingcheng stood up as if to meet her, but she knelt for too long, her legs were numb, she didn't even take a step, and fell to her knees on the futon again.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Daochang raised his hand and pressed it falsely.

"Benefactor Fu, please don't say too much. I will erect this monument for you, but there is a saying in front. From then on, let go of all obsessions and take goodness as the foundation. No matter what happens, don't get angry or hate. Not to mention hurting people's lives, and not harming the principles of heaven. Do you agree?"

"agreed, agreed."

Fu Qingcheng nods like chicken rice.

She has been thinking about it for so many years, and it is finally coming true. No matter what Zhang Daochang says, she agrees.

But is it so easy for an arrogant and domineering woman to suddenly start eating fast and praying to Buddha?

Oh, I don't want to.

If Fu Qingcheng can really change, that can be regarded as the merit of his Daoist Zhang, and it may be able to offset the damage that may be caused by erecting a monument to a living person.

Zhang Daochang thought so in his heart, picked up the whisk on the table and shook it twice.

"Qingfeng, bring a tablet."

An order, and soon the sound of heavy footsteps approaching.

The little Taoist priest who was startled in the backyard just now looked about fifteen or sixteen years old, and his body was a little thin, but he could carry a three-foot-long and seven-inch-thick stone tablet on one shoulder without affecting his walking at all. .

Chen Jiuge outside the door saw this scene from a distance, and reached out to try to move a certain stone tablet.

It's so heavy, the four of them together may barely be able to lift it up, that little Taoist is so powerful.

The little Taoist priest with a pure heart didn't know what others would think when they saw him like this, let alone showing off, so he put the wordless stone tablet in the middle of the hall with a groan.

Daoist Zhang stepped forward, caressing the stele lightly, with a sigh on his face.

"Donor Fu, when you came here, there was no open space in the courtyard, and this was the only stone tablet without words left. I originally wanted to keep this last piece until a hundred years later..."

"Master."

Zhang Daochang hadn't finished speaking when the little Taoist priest who moved the stele yelled in confusion.

The old Taoist's face changed slightly, and he raised his hand hastily: "Qingfeng, don't talk, I know you don't want to part with Master for a hundred years, but there is no one who is immortal. Go to the backyard to practice, and don't interfere with my conversation with distinguished guests here."

"Oh."

The little Taoist nodded blankly, turned around and walked back, but he was very puzzled. This kind of stone tablet was hacked out by him when he was usually practicing swordsmanship. There are hundreds of others behind. How did the master say it was the last piece.

The naive little Taoist gradually drifted away.

Zhang Daochang raised his hand to wipe off a drop of imperceptible cold sweat from the corner of his forehead, and sighed again: "Oh, after using it this time, I don't know what else can be used as a sacrifice for future generations after a hundred years."

A long sigh echoed in the hall.

The scene was quiet for a long time, and it seemed that even Master Kong Kong was moved by the sad scene of his old friend.

But the problem is that the silence lasted for too long, Zhang Daochang lowered his eyes, and slightly observed Fu Qingcheng, who was stagnant in thinking, a little anxious.

Until another long period of silence passed.

Chen Jiuge coughed lightly: "Mom, give me the money."

"oh oh."

Fu Qingcheng suddenly came to her senses, and quickly lowered her head to search for the small bag, and took out the bank card she had prepared long ago.

"Master Zhang, this card does not have a password, and it contains..."

"Hey, there is no need to say more about the things outside of me."

Zhang Daochang took the card slowly.

Is it important how much money is in the card? A person of Fu Qingcheng's status will definitely satisfy everyone.

"Benefactor Fu, what words do you want to engrave on the stele?"

Just this one sentence stopped Fu Qingcheng from asking.

Back then, his son was killed when he was born, and he didn't even have a baby name, let alone a registered permanent residence.She has been obsessed with erecting the monument all these years, and she has never thought about what the inscription says.

"Xiaoxiang, Fu Xiaoxiang! Fu Qingcheng erected a monument here for his beloved son Fu Xiaoxiang."

Fu Qingcheng gritted his teeth and said this.

On that night more than 20 years ago, in the waterside pavilion in the south of the Yangtze River, she shed tears and stood alone in the wind and rain, desolate and desolate. From then on, the gentle and lovely Fu Qingcheng was no longer there, only the arrogant and domineering Aunt Fu.

The night rain in Xiaoxiang can't explain the sadness in her heart.

Her son must not have a certain hateful surname, so the surname is Fu, and his name is Fu Xiaoxiang.

Zhang Daozhang nodded, turned the dust whisk in his hand upside down, and the tip of the dust whisk rod of unknown texture fell on the stone tablet, and powerful large characters were instantly imprinted.

"A loving mother pays Qingcheng for her beloved son"

Daochang Zhang's hand paused.

There seemed to be a special force obstructing him somewhere, making it impossible for him to continue writing.

A few kilometers away, Li Xiao, who was traveling around with his hands behind his back, suddenly felt a chill all over his body, as if he had met a ghost woman last night, and his heart was aroused.He suddenly turned his head and looked around, seeing tourists hurried and laughing nearby.

In broad daylight, there is no such thing as a woman.

"I'll go, it's not really a psychological shadow."

Li Xiao shook his head, raised his leg and was about to move on, but that leg went out no matter what.

There seemed to be a special force suppressing him, making him feel that if he took this step, he would die immediately.

What about trouble?

Do you think that when making a movie, if you smile half-step crazy, and take one step, the whole movie will end?

Li Xiao still didn't believe this evil anymore, he gritted his teeth fiercely, and strode forward with all his strength.

At the same time, Daozhang Zhang's hand holding the whisk pole had veins popping out, and he was also filled with disbelief.

How could this be?
Why can't I put pen to paper?

The rhythm isn't right.

When Fu Qingcheng told him what words were engraved on the inscription, he felt no pressure at all.I said you can't erect monuments to living people, but I didn't say you can't erect monuments to people who don't exist.

Fu Qingcheng's son should be surnamed Li, and definitely not Fu, so Fu Xiaoxiang does not exist. To erect a monument for a non-existent person is not against the will of heaven at all, and Zhang Daochang's last psychological burden is gone.

How could it be impossible to write at this time.

He froze there for a long time, Master Kong Kong also felt that something was wrong.

"Amitabha, did the Taoist master forget the words? There should be a word 'Xiao' here."

The old monk turned into a teacher, and began to teach people how to write on the spot.

Daoist Zhang was so angry that he wanted to curse.

After all, I am also a cultural person, so I can't write such simple words, I can't write any more.

Damn it, the money has been collected, so I have to write.

The old man gritted his teeth fiercely, sank into his dantian, poured all his strength into his hand, and wrote vigorously.

Engraved horizontally.

Li Xiao stepped forward with difficulty.

Outline diagonally and vertically.

Li Xiao walked less than half a meter in two steps.

One stroke, one step forward, God knows what is the special connection between them.

When the last word "Xiao" was completely written, the evil wind suddenly rose, and several people in the Taoist temple were blown off their feet.

Li Xiaoteng took a few steps back and was about to fall off the cliff when a hand suddenly reached out and grabbed his arm.

(End of this chapter)