How to break into Liaozhai

After the weather cleared up, Wang Rui ordered his servants to prepare to burn swallows for Bai Qiyuan.

Although the great flood receded before entering the city, the surrounding countryside was almost completely submerged. Without the supply of melons, fruits, vegetables and food in these places, life in the city became difficult.Lanruo Temple was unfortunately flooded. The monks and victims in the temple climbed up the pagoda to save their lives, but the main hall and meditation room were soaked, and a large sum of money was needed to repair it. nowhere in sight.

Moreover, there are recent rumors that there are ghosts eating people in the temple, and victims of disasters continue to disappear, and the missing people will leave a pile of white powder in place.

However, due to the floods, many missing people, and the fact that everyone is busy rebuilding after the disaster, rumors about Lanruo Temple have not been taken seriously.

As a large family in the city, the Wang family had to contribute to disaster relief no matter whether they had surplus food or not. They set up porridge spots outside and inside the city to give relief to the victims.

Wang Yongde was busy cooperating with other big families for disaster relief, and Wang Rui was not idle either. Apart from thinking about He Yunyi, he spent the rest of his energy thinking about the coming of the God of Plague and God of Poverty.

According to Bai Qiyuan, the God of Plague and the God of Poverty go hand in hand like shadows. If you are poor, you will have no money to treat the plague, or if you have a plague and become destitute. In short, if there is a flood here, they will definitely come.

The God of Plague is okay, but the God of Poverty is the God of Poverty, who has planted the roots of poverty. This place will not be settled within a few decades. The prosperous city will become depressed, and the depressed city will become ruins.

Wang Rui was so worried that he couldn't help it. Being a mortal who knew the inside story was really painful, and the feeling of powerlessness made him physically and mentally exhausted.

It would be great if He Yunyi was here, he must have a way... No, no, I can't rely on him for everything...

He can't be with me for the rest of his life, isn't he gone now, it's useless to think about him, hum!

What did he mean at that time?Why would a monk want to kiss him?Crazy?

Don't think about it. Don't think about it.

At this time, Bai Qiyuan, who was full of sleep, flew out of Wang Rui's eyes, and said energetically after landing, "Let's go, let's go to that place with many beautiful women."

"The God of Plague and the God of Poverty are coming. I'm not in the mood to play, so go by yourself." Wang Rui said desperately: "However, if you want to go, go as soon as possible. When the God of Plague comes, Maybe the beautiful woman inside will be killed by the plague." After speaking, he squinted at Bai Qiyuan's expression.

Bai Qiyuan couldn't help thinking, it's fine to kill others, but it's a pity to kill a beautiful woman.

Seeing the effect, Wang Rui said: "It's the same when the god of poverty comes. Everyone doesn't have money, so they don't go there anymore. They don't have customers, and they don't even meet people who redeem themselves. The end is to resell. I don't know if they will be sold." to where."

Bai Qiyuan sat down next to Wang Rui: "I don't want to see them suffer, but I can't help it. The God of Plague and the God of Poverty are gods in the Three Realms who don't want to deal with humans, gods and ghosts. You humans send the God of Plague to the God of Poverty every year. It can be seen that As much as I hate them, avoiding them is the best way, but now I can't avoid them, so there is no trick."

"Can't you knock them out and throw them into the river to let them float away?" Wang Rui raised his forehead: "Or set off firecrackers to drive them away."

"No way, your human trick of setting off firecrackers to drive away the poor god is useless at all, don't even think about it." Bai Qiyuan said: "The poor god is not a three-year-old child. If you scare him, he will plant a poor root and call you Generations of abject poverty."

"Then what should I do? Can I entertain you well?"

"Your idea is very novel. No one has taken the initiative to entertain the poor god, unless they are crazy."

No one has done it, so it doesn't mean it's not feasible, Wang Rui said with a sad face: "Is it inevitable that the city will become poor and depressed?"

"Oh, I don't feel good seeing you in such a difficult situation. How about this? I'll stay a few more days to help you watch over me. Once the God of Poverty and the God of Plague enter the city, I'll point him out to you. Don't let him enter your house. Alright, let others go. As for the God of Plague, it’s useless for you to stop him, as he releases the Plague Seeds and can knock down a large area without entering the city gate.”

Wang Rui thought to himself that you probably don't understand economics. Everyone else is poor. How can money increase in value if it doesn't circulate, but Bai Qiyuan has a good heart: "Do you know the God of Poverty?"

"I've seen it once, and it's actually very recognizable. The beggar you saw in ragged clothes and with the air of not having enough to eat in eight lifetimes is him."

Wang Rui still thinks this is not the solution: "It's best to treat the symptoms and not let him make trouble here."

When he was worried, the maid came to report that Huang Jiulang was coming, and Wang Rui immediately invited him in.

As soon as he came in, Bai Qiyuan pointed at him and said happily: "I remember you, pretty little fox."

Huang Jiulang remembered that he seemed to have met this dragon once when he fled Jinse Difu, and greeted him politely.

Bai Qiyuan was not polite, he put his arms around his shoulders and said, "Let's go to Yumanlou to play, and when we're done, let's play too."

Huang Jiulang shook his arm away, wondering why Wang Rui recruited such a guy.

Wang Rui saw his doubts, and told about Bai Qiyuan's battle against the sea dragon yesterday, saving the city, and only slightly saved Bai Qiyuan's image.

Huang Jiulang didn't feel much after hearing this. He didn't care whether to save the city or not. Even if the city was flooded, he could still guarantee the safety of Wang Rui's family. As for others, he didn't care.

Seeing Huang Jiulang ignoring him, Bai Qiyuan said depressedly: "You guys are so boring, if you don't go, I'll go by myself!" After speaking, he went out alone.

Wang Rui told Huang Jiulang about the God of Plague and the God of Poverty, and hoped that he would come up with an idea, but Huang Jiulang's attitude was the same as that of Bai Qiyuan, as long as Wang Rui avoided these two gods, nothing else mattered. I can't control it either.

Wang Rui thinks about it too, he is an ordinary scholar, there is no need to worry about the whole city.

But this idea only lasted for a while, and his conscience couldn't hold on to the pain. Everyone is responsible for the rise and fall of the world. He exaggerated a bit, but the disaster where his home was located couldn't help but touch people. He didn't know The news is good, but it is really aggrieved not to do something after knowing it.

Seeing that Wang Rui was in such a difficult situation, Huang Jiulang comforted him with gentle words: "We can't compete with the God of Plague and the God of Poverty, so try your best to open it up."

"Alas—" Wang Rui found that after He Yunyi left, he often sighed, probably because he felt the powerlessness of being a mortal again, after all, when he was with He Yunyi, he was omnipotent.

No, no, you can't think about hugging other people's thighs all day long, it's too shameless, reflect on yourself!Reflect!

While Wang Rui was doing soul inspection, he suddenly heard shouts outside. He was terrified of these sudden noises. Every time there was a sudden strange noise, there must be no good. As expected, the servant girl came in and said in a panic: " It's not good, young master, Liu Dajiu in the kitchen is as drunk as a dead man, and won't wake up no matter how much he screams, you should go and have a look."

"Isn't there a housekeeper for this kind of thing?"

"The housekeeper and the master have gone out to do some business, and the woman in charge called the slave to call you."

Huang Jiulang knew Gao Datong, and advised Wang Rui, "Why don't you go and have a look."

"Really, should I save my limited physical strength and intelligence to deal with the God of Poverty and the God of Plague? It ended up being wasted for nothing." Wang Rui complained in a low voice, and Huang Jiulang pushed the door out with a smile.

When we arrived at the kitchen, there was a mess all over the place. Gao Datong stood helplessly in front of the stove, and when he saw Wang Rui coming, he pointed to the human lying on the ground and said, "Master, look at him, he doesn't do anything, I asked him to cook for lunch To prepare the material, he fell asleep after only a few cuts, and almost cut my foot with the kitchen knife! No matter how much I pushed and pushed, I couldn’t wake up.”

When he saw Huang Jiulang, he was stunned for a moment, thinking that the matter of earning extra money against the master's family should not be known, so he pretended not to know Huang Jiulang, and looked away in embarrassment.

Liu Dajiu Gourd is a man who likes to drink, and he looks round like a gourd, so he got this nickname. He has been working as a cook in the kitchen, and most of the time he helps Gao Datong, and gets along fairly well, but recently he has been drinking more and more. Excessive, insinuating is not good, until today I fell asleep while cutting vegetables.

It’s okay to be passive and sabotage, the master’s family is here, and it’s a matter of attitude if you’re still pretending to be asleep. The handyman next to him saw him and leaned over to push him: “Master is here.”

Liu Dajiu Gourd snored, as if to indicate that he didn't like any young master.

What else can Wang Rui do?Of course he was fired.

Just when he was about to announce the news, Liu Dajiu, who was snoring on the ground, burped twice, as if he was choking on something. Wang Rui noticed a finger-thick red bug emerging from the corner of his mouth. The small black eyes blinked, and when they realized that Wang Rui was looking at it, they immediately shrank back.

"..." Wang Rui elbowed Huang Jiulang who was next to him, and said in a low voice, "Then, what is that thing?" Will ordinary bugs notice that humans look at it, and then shrink back?

Huang Jiulang leaned into his ear and whispered: "I just felt that this man's state of drunkenness was strange. There was something strange about it. I was [-]% sure that the thing in his mouth was wine worms."

"Wine worms?" It's not okay to have worms in your body, you have to get rid of them: "Do you have a solution?"

Huang Jiulang continued to mutter a few words, Wang Rui nodded uncontrollably, looked at the drunk Liu Dajiu gourd on the ground, and ordered: "He is drunk, come here, carry him away." Go outside and tie it up to dry in the sun."

The young master did what he said, everyone lifted the dead Liu Dajiu gourd, moved him to the courtyard, tied his hands and feet according to the young master's instructions, and let him lie on the ground.

After this series of actions, he was still asleep. Wang Rui shook his head, how much wine did this guy drink because of the wine worms in his stomach, and he didn't wake up.

At this time Gao Datong brought a pot of wine: "Master, you asked me to prepare this."

Wang Rui took the wine bowl and sent Gao Datong away: "Master, I want to exorcise evil spirits, you are not allowed to look at it, just stay in the kitchen."

When there was no one around, he placed the wine basin one foot away from Liu Dajiu's gourd: "Is that so?"

Huang Jiulang nodded: "Just wait, the wine worm will crawl out greedily after a while."

Wang Rui was afraid that the wine worms would not be able to smell it, so he fanned the wine basin with his sleeve to spread the aroma of the wine.

Liu Dajiu's snoring sound gradually disappeared, he opened his eyes in a daze, he remembered that he was suddenly very greedy for wine, he drank pot after pot before, and drank pot after pot since the day before yesterday, Still don't feel like it.

Right now, he is hot and thirsty, and he really wants to drink...even a drop is fine...

He found himself tied up like a twist, struggling and said: "Master, what are you doing? Ah, wine, wine! Give me wine!"

Before seeing the wine, he was struggling, but after seeing the wine, he was struggling for his life. Being tied up and unable to move, he squirmed forward like an earthworm and stretched his neck forward.

Smelling the aroma of the wine, greed surged up, and his reason was almost incinerated: "Wine, wine, give me wine—" Under the extreme desire, it seemed that ten thousand ants were eating his heart. Feeling, fortunately, his hands and feet were tied, otherwise he would definitely bite his fingers to suppress this greed.

Seeing him squirming this way, Wang Rui and Huang Jiulang immediately moved the basin, but they didn't let him reach it.

Suddenly, Liu Dajiu Hulu felt his throat itch, something crawled out of his throat, squeezed his jaw open with great force, and crawled out of his mouth.

Wang Rui saw three-inch-long red worms crawling out of the mouth of Liu Dajiu's gourd, and crawled into the basin with a few whizzing swishes, swimming in the wine basin like a fish, complete with mouth and eyes, He was gurgling and drinking with his mouth unstoppable.

Liu Dajiu Hulu let out a long sigh of comfort, satisfied and relaxed like a woman who just gave birth: "...It feels better..." Then, as if he had exhausted too much energy, he lowered his head and He fell asleep, but this time the snoring was mild.

"This man is fond of wine, that's why the wine worm came to him. Fortunately, we found him, otherwise he would be drunk to death sooner or later by this worm." Huang Jiulang changed the subject: "But this worm is a treasure, it's wine. The essence of nature, if you soak it in ordinary water, it will become a good wine, so keep it.”

Wang Rui was a little disgusted: "It looks disgusting."

Suddenly, he thought of something, an idea flashed in his mind, he tapped the edge of the wine bowl with his finger: "I seem to have thought of a great use just now, don't talk, tell me to recall memories."

Huang Jiulang waited for Wang Rui's good news. He was never impatient with Wang Rui, and he could spend his whole life with him.

"Yes! I figured it out!" Wang Rui said happily, "This bug is very useful!"

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The god of poverty is very pure, with straw sandals, tattered clothes, bald spots, and not even rich hair.

He was thin and dark, and he looked like a middle-aged beggar who had been beaten and beaten by life.

He looked up at the sky, slowly narrowed his eyes, opened his mouth, waited for a moment, and sneezed loudly, exhaling puffs of air.

He clicked his lips and continued walking his own way. The flood nearby had just receded, and there were still dead cattle and sheep on the side of the road that were cleaned up in the future. He looked at them and laughed. These dead animals were what his good friend God of Plague wanted most. Seeing is the best way to spread the plague.

Of course, the drowning of cattle and sheep is an important loss for the farmers. As a god of poverty, he is also very willing to see it, so he opened his mouth and exhaled a string of breaths, scattering the air of poverty into the air.

Walking out of the path, there was a shed for donating rice porridge in front of it, and there were two long queues in front of it. He saw it and followed it.

Poverty is always accompanied by hunger. He is the god of poverty, and naturally there is no oil in his stomach, so he wants to eat two bites when he sees food.

Holding a stick, he lined up slowly. There was a scholar-like person in front of him, and it was his turn after him.

Poor God took out a broken bowl with a missing corner from his broken pocket and held it in his hand.

"You scholar, if you still have money to study, don't compete with these victims for porridge." The person in charge of making porridge said dissatisfied with the scholar in front of him.

"I went out alone and encountered floods, and all my money was spent. Now I don't have a copper coin all over my body, and I'm about to starve to death."

The porridge maker said: "Your accent doesn't look like a local, let me trust you and give you a bowl of porridge."

The scholar took the porridge bowl and asked politely: "I wonder if there is a ruined temple or something nearby that will allow me to stay for a few nights?"

"There is a Lanruo Temple not far in front, and the victims of the disaster are also resettled. If you have no place to live, you can go there."

"Thank you, thank you." The scholar left the line holding the porridge bowl.

Wang Rui and Huang Jiulang lurk in the dark, nervously watching the poor god's every move. This place for giving porridge and rice is set up by his family.

Just now when Bai Qiyuan, who came back from playing, said that he saw the poor god, he was really shocked, he didn't expect to come so soon.

He and Huang Jiulang came to the front quietly to see the true face of this poor god.

Maybe it was a psychological effect, Wang Rui felt that the God of Poverty was worthy of being the God of Poverty, and he had the aura of being unable to get rid of poverty and become rich in eight hundred lifetimes.

Poverty is really a bad thing. It makes people hungry and thin, even God is no exception.

Wang Rui took a deep breath and was about to go out, but Huang Jiulang held him back worriedly: "It's better to forget it, even if the poor god shows his power, your family will have no money. Let's go to the Raksha Ghost Market a few more times to earn a fortune." Big money, there is no need to provoke him."

"Because I can go to Raksha Ghost City to make up for the loss, it is more suitable for me to do this kind of dangerous thing." Wang Rui said with a smile: "This kind of thing does not require physical strength and magic power. I am very good at it. Don't worry. .You don’t come out, otherwise the Poor God will be suspicious when he discovers your real body, and it’s best for me, a human being, to do these things.”

Huang Jiulang couldn't persuade him, the only thing he could do was to be his strong backing: "Don't worry, leave the rest to me."

Wang Rui had a tragic feeling of "saying goodbye before going to the battlefield", and resolutely walked towards the God of Poverty.

The poor god will squat on the side of the road and drink the bowl of porridge. Poverty is suffering, and gods are no exception. The god of wealth is enshrined everywhere, and the incense is rich. The god of plague also has several temples. Only he is miserable and lonely. It is said that the temple is full of incense, and others are not even willing to mention his name. Instead, he will be "sent to the poor" every year, and those who celebrate the New Year will be kicked out everywhere.

Hold a sad tear for yourself.

Suddenly, someone bumped into him, and the porridge bowl was directly knocked on the ground. Looking at the unfinished rice porridge, the poor god was very angry.

The poor god turned his head and glared at the culprit, seeing that he was a fair-skinned scholar in brocade clothes, thinking that this is the end of your kid's wealth.

"Master, you are here." The porridge guys saw Wang Rui, and all stopped their work to greet him. The porridge victims knew that it was the rice porridge donated by his family, and they shouted in their mouths like a bodhisattva and a good man , Wang Rui showed a warm smile like a leader inspecting, and waved to everyone.

The poor god thought to himself that you are the young master, that would be even better, the poorer family could not support the victims, and this place would be even poorer, so he took a few breaths on the palm of his hand, and prepared to slap Wang Rui and send him a poor man. root.

Hands went up and down without clapping.

Wang Rui had been on guard for a long time, and tried not to be touched by the poor god. He turned to look at him, showing a distressed expression: "Oh, I'm really sorry, I spilled your porridge bowl just now. How about it, I think you are a Poor man, I am showing kindness today, you come with me, and I will pay you a hundred bowls."

Poor God thought to himself that it would be the best if he could enter his house, and it would be more powerful if the Poor God was "invited" into the house, because it was the owner's permission: "Okay."

"Then let's go, it's not far away." Wang Rui felt very uncomfortable after staying with Poor God for a while, but he kept a smile on his face.

Poor God followed Wang Rui to the door of his study, and he looked up: "This doesn't look like a serious mansion..." Suddenly he sniffed, and smelled a strange fragrance, which made his saliva almost flow out: " ……smell good……"

"We are cooking at home. If you want to eat, you can try it." Wang Rui pushed open the door of the study, invited Poor God to enter, then locked the door, stroked his beating heart, exhaled, and strode to follow In the footsteps of the poor god.

Poor God followed the smell and walked to the kitchen. He saw two chefs cutting meat inside, and three large pots were cooking something steaming. The smell was strange. He walked in uncontrollably, wanting to open Take a taste of the pot.

Gao Datong and Liu Dajiu Hulu were told not to say anything when they saw anything, so they didn't see a beggar coming in, and silently cut the meat on the chopping board.

Speaking of which, these meats are also very strange. The fish meat has no spines, and the snake meat is too thick, and it has a peculiar aroma when cooked. Such delicious meat does not need to add any seasoning.

These meats were sent by the young master from Huangjiazhuang just now, and baskets of meat came from no one knows where.

Poor God lifted the lid of the pot and reached out to hook the meat inside. Seeing this, Wang Rui hurriedly stopped him: "No! If you touch it like this, others won't be able to eat it. This pot of meat is so expensive."

Poor God doesn't have the confidence to "I'll pay how much money", and he can't take it away because of his godhead, so he just let it go: "Can't you give me a taste of this meat?"

"Of course you can, but if you want to eat it, it's delicious. Let's go to the living room and ask someone to bring you some food, and there's still enough wine." After finishing speaking, he turned around and left first. There is a bottom line, this move will work.

When the two came to the living room, Qiongshen waited for the meat to come up with his legs shaking. In anxious anticipation, Qishun walked in with a large pot of steaming meat, and he swallowed the meat.

After putting it on the table, Poor God swallowed, "I ate."

"Eat, there's plenty." Wang Rui winked at Qishun, and soon Qishun came in with a large jar of wine and put it on the table.

Poor God ate meat and drank wine, with a satisfied smile on his face: "I can't see that you are quite a good person."

Let him be spared and let his family be rich in this place.

After a while, the poor god who had no oil in his stomach and had a huge appetite ate all the meat and drank all the wine, but for him, these were far from enough, and he smacked his lips, wanting to eat but embarrassed to say it No matter how poor you are, you are still a god, and you still have the dignity of a god.

"As I said before, enough wine and meat, chess is smooth, then go and serve wine and meat." Wang Rui said boldly with a wave of his sleeve.

Without diamonds, he did not dare to do porcelain work, he dared to entertain the poor god, because he had prepared properly, the meat dug from the body of the dragon, and the fine wine made from wine worms soaked in water, as much as he wanted, even if the poor god could eat it, he could still eat it. Eating a dragon is not enough to drink up the well water.

Soon Qishun came back, his little face was flushed with exhaustion, the poor god ate up the wine and meat like a storm, Qishun had to go to get the wine and meat again, and went back and forth like this ten times, the poor god was still asking for wine and meat, Qishun thought I also know that this beggar is weird. After meeting Huapi, he didn't dare to say a word, and moved silently.

After finally drinking twenty or so jars of wine, Qiongshen was slightly drunk, looked at Qishun who was dripping with sweat, and beckoned him over: "Let me see if you have any roots of poverty."

Wang Rui pouted towards Qishun: "It's not too late."

Qishun obediently stood in front of the old beggar, looking at him suspiciously.

Qiongshen examined Qishun for a while: "A little bit, but not a lot." Then he made a pulling motion on top of his head: "Okay, I pulled it out."

When the game went smoothly, Wang Rui handed his head up: "Show me too, fairy."

Poor God looked at it with drunken eyes, wondering why this man couldn't see fate clearly, did he drink too much?He was stunned for a moment, and most of the wine sobered up: "Do you know who I am?"

Wang Rui chuckled, and had a showdown: "Indeed, I know you are a poor god, can you show your hand? The flood here is an accident caused by the evil dragon who wanted to go into the sea and transform into a dragon. Since it is an accident, you can come or not, it's better to forget it Bar."

The poor god pouted: "No, no, you will bleed if you cut your skin with a knife. After the great flood, there will be poverty. Does it mean that you will not bleed because you cut your skin by accident?"

"But, but now some people have lost their houses, cattle and sheep, and have become impoverished. Do you still need to contribute?"

"Not enough, not enough." The God of Poverty shook his head: "When worshiping the God of Wealth, I hope that the wealth will be endless and endless. Why do I hope that poverty will stop abruptly when I come here? Poverty must also continue to flow like wealth. For half a lifetime, fortune and misfortune depend on each other, and mutual conservation. Why has Qishun been gone for so long? The food and wine should be served."

Seeing that he didn't change his mind, Wang Rui spread his hands: "That's helpless, I can't give you the rest of the food and drinks. Since this place is going to be poor, our family has to keep these food rations as reserves."

"Your family is not poor, I promise."

"My family is in business, and everyone else is poor. To whom do I sell my grain, silk, satin and jade? I would be poor without you." Wang Rui said, "I won't entertain you anymore, so go, I'm going to send the poor. "

Qiongshen was in a hurry: "You scholar is so rude."

"Huh? I'm rude? Please ask yourself, besides me, who else has entertained you like this, regarded you as a guest of honor, and given you a lot of wine and meat to eat? I am the only one who invites you even though you know you are a poor god. Not to mention the human world, I'm afraid I haven't even invited you to a banquet in the heavens."

Poor God fell into a deep memory. In the Three Realms, he was avoided as much as possible. Except for the God of Plague, he had no friends, and human beings hated him even more.

Thinking about it this way, the scholar in front of him instantly shone brightly and became extremely amiable.

This is the first person in the Three Realms who treats him so well, Poor God thought to himself.