Tomb Robber: I, Chen Yulou, am dedicated to cultivating immortality!

It's the summer solstice.

As one of the four seasons and eight festivals, people have had the custom of worshiping gods and ancestors and avoiding the hot summer during the summer solstice since ancient times.

The group also headed north from Bashan Wu Gorge and entered Tianjin.

Tianjin was originally a water and land port with people from all over the country. In the late Qing Dynasty, because all kinds of people gathered there, a large number of talented people naturally emerged in the market.

However, it is not easy to make a name for yourself in Tianjin.

You must have a unique skill that is difficult for ordinary people to achieve.

Nowadays, if we talk about talented people, there are fifteen people who are the most popular, and they are known as the Seven Wonders and Eight Eccentrics in the world. However, these people are only limited to the streets. If we really talk about extraordinary people, they have to be the Four Gods.

The river god Guo Deyou, the god of wealth Dou Zhanlong, the god of fire Liu Hengshun and the god of disaster Cui Laodao.

The fame of these few people was not limited to Tianjin, but also spread throughout Beijing, Hebei and even outside the Great Wall. There were countless rumors about them in the streets and markets.

You can tell the difference from the name.

Those fifteen were either absolute or freakish, but these four used God as their name.

How could you possibly do it without some real skills?

Before they even entered the city, Chen Yulou and the others had already heard calluses from listening to so much music along the way. Yang Fang was feeling both pleasantly surprised and indescribably annoyed.

Over the years, he has been looking for people everywhere and has almost run his legs off. It turns out that bastard Cui Laodao has already made such a great name in Tianjin and is living a carefree life.

He had made up his mind.

When we meet, I will definitely give him a good beating. No, I will have to provide him with good food and drink for ten days or half a month to relieve his anger.

"Gentlemen, we have arrived at Baihe Wharf."

"Go forward, pass the old street, and walk east for a mile or two to reach the Drum Tower City Gate."

A group of people stood at the bow of the boat.

Soon, the ferry slowly approached the pier. In the distance, merchants gathered and the place was bustling with people. As one of the eight official ferries, the Baihe Ferry connects the north and the south. All merchants and traders have to pass through here.

There were hundreds of ships, large and small, floating on the vast waters like clouds.

The last time I saw such prosperous water transportation was at the ancient ferry crossing of the Yellow River.

But while the small town is desolate, this place is extremely prosperous, with flowers in bloom and bustling traffic.

Get off the boat and enter the old street of the ferry.

The streets are filled with rickshaws shuttling back and forth in the alleys. Pedestrians are bustling about in an endless stream. Judging from the accents, there are people from all over the country. They wear mandarin jackets, long gowns, Western suits, and all kinds of strange and bizarre clothes. There are even quite a few old people with long braids hanging behind their heads.

The people watching were amazed.

But others seemed to have already gotten used to it, and most of them were just immersed in their own affairs.

As a result, these few people seemed a little out of place among the busy and hurried crowd.

"Gentlemen, do you want to take a ride? Tanggu is three copper coins, Ningyuan is eight, and Jingangqiao is only ten. I see that this seems to be your first time in Tianjin, so I can lead the way for you and save you some money."

"Ning Yuan, I only want five copper coins, gentlemen, a brand new rickshaw, I guarantee you will all be comfortable."

While he was still looking around, the rickshaw pullers parked on both sides of the road waiting to pick up passengers suddenly surrounded him and spoke in a thick Tianjin accent into the ears of several people.

He drives a sports car all year round and hangs around the docks and stations.

Each of them has sharp eyes.

Whether he is rich or poor, a new face or an old customer, you can tell about 60% to 70% of the situation at a glance.

Although Chen Yulou and his group looked a little strange, including a scholar, an old Taoist priest, a wanderer and two women, ever since they got off the ferry and just stood there, their extraordinary temperament could not be concealed at all, and they were all dressed in gorgeous clothes.

You can tell at first glance that he comes from a prominent family.

Most of these people are generous and are their best customers.

Having come from afar, they don't know much about Tianjin, so they will have to eat and stay in a hotel once they enter the city. At that time, they can just say a few words and invite the people into the restaurant, and the shopkeeper can get a brokerage fee.

Although it is not much, for poor people like them, buying a big pancake and a bowl of herbal tea or wine is also a considerable income.

However, the shopkeeper, Hua Ling and Hong Girl were surrounded by many coachmen.

Kunlun couldn't help but frown.

thump—

Step out.

The energy in his body flowed like a waterfall, and in an instant, the originally noisy chirping sounds came to an abrupt halt.

A height of nearly two meters is extremely rare in any era.

What's more, he has been traveling around the world, robbing tombs over the years. His seemingly calm face is filled with a murderous aura. Even if he said nothing at this moment and just took half a step forward, the oppressive feeling he brought was extremely terrifying.

Just standing there.

It's like a gate tower or a city wall, or a bear in the mountains.

The rickshaw pullers even had to look up to see his appearance clearly. They swallowed subconsciously, looked at each other, and dared not speak a word.

Damn it, the Tsar strongman who was rampant in Tianjin a few years ago and claimed to be invincible, probably doesn't look good enough when standing in front of Kunlun.

What's more, even if they stood on tiptoe, they couldn't reach the other person's chest.

Seeing the noise disappear, Kunlun nodded, turned to look at the shopkeeper, and waited for his next words.

"How far is this place from the Empress Palace?"

Chen Yulou asked without hesitation.

"At... Sanchahekou, Gongbei Street. It takes about an hour to get there."

How could the drivers keep silent? But everyone kept pushing each other, and finally an older man mustered up the courage to step forward and responded cautiously.

Before, I just wanted to make copper money.

Now that Kunlun has stepped forward, they finally realized what was happening. How could these people not understand that in this day and age, anyone who dares to travel so far, and is a Taoist priest and a woman, could not be a good person?

"About an hour."

Chen Yulou pondered for a moment, then randomly picked seven or eight people including the old man.

"Take us to the Queen's Palace."

The old man was a little timid at first, but when his name was suddenly called, the wrinkles on his face were stretched out with joy. Without any hesitation, he hurried back to pull the car over, and the rest of them did the same.

There were nine people in their group.

Normally, being able to rent three cars is a big deal.

This customer was indeed a big spender, with one car for each of them. The group suddenly felt as if good things were coming after bad times. After all, they were so worried the moment before, and the next second, they were blessed with enormous wealth.

The drivers who were not chosen were all dejected.

I just regretted that I kept silent and couldn't say anything in response.

But there was no point in regretting, as opportunities were fleeting. In the blink of an eye, the car had passed through the old street, disappeared at the Drum Tower Gate, and headed straight into the city.

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Along the way, Chen Yulou asked a few simple questions.

These drivers have been soliciting passengers all year round and are well aware of everything going on in Tianjin. They can accurately find any alley with their eyes closed, not to mention scenic spots such as Niangniang Palace.

It is said that it was first built in the Yuan Dynasty, and was later rebuilt, repaired and expanded during the Yongle, Zhengtong and Wanli periods of the Ming Dynasty, and the Qianlong, Daoguang and Tongzhi periods of the Qing Dynasty.

Because of its existence, it predates the establishment of the garrison in Tianjin.

Therefore, there has been a saying among the people that "the Tianhou Temple came first, and then Tianjin Wei".

Although the Tianhou Temple is a Mazu temple built by royal decree, today the temple has more than just the main palace for worshiping Mazu, there are also a theater, archway, scripture library, Fengwei Hall, Qisheng Hall, as well as a bell tower, drum tower, Guandi Temple, and God of Wealth Temple.

It covers an area of ​​dozens of hectares, with neatly built houses lined up in rows.

For more than a thousand years, the Niangniang Temple has been prosperous and still is.

Every household in Tianjin would go to the temple to inquire about big and small matters, whether praying for wealth, getting married, building a house, traveling, or birthdays.

"Then is there any Taoist priest in the Niangniang Temple now?"

Listening to several people talking about the rise and fall of the Niangniang Temple, Chen Yulou's eyes moved and he asked casually.

"There were some in the past, but in the Gengzi Year, the foreign devils broke into Tianjin from Tanggu, burning, killing and looting everywhere. The Taoist priests in the Empress's palace were expelled, and then they wanted to build a church, but in the end, the Boxers fought them back."

"The Niangniang Temple has been vacant for many years. However, seven or eight years ago, there was an old Taoist priest from the south. I heard that he had great skills and was very accurate in fortune-telling. That year, Grandma Wang San appeared and appointed him as the temple priest."

"I also heard that he seems to be the god of disaster, and has the means to slay demons and monsters."

The old man wiped the sweat from his face with a towel and replied with a smile.

Temple priests, Taoist priests, and eccentrics were too far away from the lower-class people like them who made a living in the market. They were just mentioned in the streets on weekdays and used as topics of conversation after meals or tea.

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When these words fell into the ears of a certain group of people in the car, they were able to make a pretty accurate judgment.

The goddess is in charge of the temple, telling fortunes, making accurate predictions, and slaying demons and monsters.

Who else could it be besides Cui Laodao?

An hour later.

When the car entered the other side of the river and the sea, the streets were bustling with people. It was no less quiet than the dock, and even more lively. Almost everywhere you looked were people, and there were shops lining both sides of the road.

Cars are no longer rare on the road.

Chen Yulou even saw a photo studio and a suit shop.

Although Changsha was considered a big city during that era, it was not as prosperous as Tianjin. This was normal, as it was close to the capital, had well-developed water and land transport, and there were several concessions from various countries in the city.

Wait until we get to Gongbei Street.

Sitting in the car, everyone could see the magnificent ancient temple from afar.

In the extended theater building, someone could be faintly heard performing on the stage, and in the corners were people standing on tiptoe, listening intently.

The long street outside the temple was filled with stalls of all sizes, and pedestrians were shoulder to shoulder. Rickshaws could not squeeze through at all. Red Girl took out her purse to pay the fare, and the group got off the car and planned to walk in.

Walk through it all the way.

There is noisy sound all around my ears.

There are operas, acrobatics, porcelain and antiques, clothing, food and sundries. At a glance, there is a dazzling array of things to see, which is overwhelming.

Fortunately, Bai Banla was there. He had come here before when he went to Xiangyin. He came here to ask Taoist Cui to tell his fortune. It was because of that time that he decided to find Chen Yulou and give him all of Fa Qiu's relics.

Now, after more than half a year, I returned to my old place and it is still as lively as before, but my mood is completely different.

After reading the tomb genealogy, he can now almost set up a stall here to tell fortunes and deduce horoscopes for people, thus snatching some of Cui Laodao's business.

He led the group around the theater, drum tower and Guandi Temple.

Turn left and right in the Niangniang Palace.

Not long after.

From afar, one could see a group of people gathered outside a small stall, each holding a bamboo stick in their hand, quietly waiting for the lot to be interpreted and numbers to be counted.

Behind the stall, there was an old Taoist sitting there. He was dirty, with his hair tied up with wooden hairpins and a long Taoist robe. Next to the stall was a flag with some words written on it, such as "Calculating the Past and Present".

With just a glance from a distance, Yang Fang was instantly certain.

The originally calm breath suddenly became rapid.

Without caring about anything else, he quickly walked through the crowd, walked to the fortune-telling stall in a few steps, and gently patted the table with his big hands.

"I heard that Mr. Cui is good at fortune-telling. I wonder if he can help me see what Yang's fate is?"