My monsters are going to heaven

Lu Yiming returned to the cage and slept until the afternoon, only to be awakened by the chirping of birds outside the window.

He sat up a little unhappy, and glanced out the window.

A little black crow was jumping on a dead wood branch by the well.

Another crow.

Gee.

Lu Yiming felt a little unlucky, he didn't seem to have seen any other birds in the house since Kaichun?

He suddenly missed the small and moving chirping birds outside the window when he was a child.

And his Azure.

It stands to reason that he has already recognized the house...and even flew back by himself.

How come it disappeared?

On the day when Tianqing disappeared, Lu Yiming seemed to have gone out with Kim Poro.

Thinking of Jinpoluo, Lu Yiming's depressed mood suddenly became more irritable.

Just in the corner of the yard came the sound of chopping firewood.

Except for Kimporo, no one in this house would chop firewood at this time.

What happened last night came to mind, and Lu Yiming's cheek was still aching, Lu Yiming unconsciously hammered heavily on the head of the bed, really, more and more presumptuous!

Feeling that staying at home was too boring, and he didn't want to face Kim Poro, so Lu Yiming changed his outfit and went out for a walk.

I heard that there is a new storyteller at the Zhike restaurant in the east of the county. I could listen to him talk all day.

Anyway, it's close to the town, so why not go there to pass the time.

As soon as I entered the restaurant, I heard a group of people sitting around the window applauding.

After the voices of the people stopped for a while, a loud voice came from among the dense crowd, saying: "... This story is over."

Everyone was still reluctant to leave.

"This is the end?"

"So fast?"

The loud voice replied: "Of course. A good story is only good, not long."

"makes sense."

"Come again."

"Sir, tell me another story!"

The man smiled leisurely and said, "I'll tell you another one before I finish my drink."

A well-dressed man in the crowd said: "Xiao Er, add some jugs of wine to Mr.! I will pay for the wine!"

Others also said one after another: "Xiaoer, serve a few dishes of appetizers to Mr.! We will pay for it."

"Sir, what's the name of this story? Could it be like the last one, without a name?"

"Story, why do you have to have a name?" the man said, "I don't like naming names, I just want to laugh for you."

"Okay, it's okay."

"Sir, tell me!" Someone finally couldn't help but urged.

Lu Yiming stood and listened to their chat for a while, and couldn't help becoming interested.

The one who talks in the middle is probably the new storyteller?

He also leaned over and threw a penny into the listening book box next to the crowd.

Sitting in an empty seat in the corner not far away, I ordered a jug of wine and a plate of peanuts.

Anyway, this storyteller's voice sounds quite loud, and he can hear it clearly even in the corner.

"Sir, the opening poem!"

"I won't sing the opening poem, once a day is enough!" The storyteller said leisurely, and began to speak with a full tone, "This story has to start from the rich man in the last story." The Fang family on one side began to talk about..."

"In the story just now, isn't the rich family the Huang family?"

"Yes, I also remember it's the Huang family."

"Hey, don't care about the Huang family's Fang's family, it's his family anyway! The name is just a code name. I don't like to remember people's names when I tell stories!" At first, they started their business by making silk and satin. When the business of the cloth shop expanded, they began to resell tea. It coincided with the Qing army’s entry into the customs and the time when the army was in chaos. A prince with a yellow flag and just a love of tea was favored for this reason, so he gained a firm foothold in the early Qing Dynasty and gradually monopolized the local cloth and tea business. This story is about the young master of the Fang family."

Lu Yiming smacked his tongue secretly: Then why did you talk so much nonsense before, it's so long-winded!It made him think it was an inspirational story that taught people how to make a fortune.

"This Young Master Fang is handsome, talented, and intelligent. When he speaks, he is called Tan Feiyuchai! At the age of seven or eight, he was already a well-known child prodigy in a radius of a hundred miles. It’s called a flying dragon and a phoenix dancer! The poems I made are worthy of being called a paper-filled haze. Even the adults in Futai couldn’t help copying them on the fan I often use to enjoy them slowly. The paintings I made are simple and simple. A butterfly that came out almost flew out of the paper! The whole Fang family naturally dotes on this young master very much. How could such a wonderful boy not be seen at a Lantern Festival when he was nine years old? no trace!"

Lu Yiming began to pick up a peanut and put it in his mouth, chewing it with relish.

"Fang's family was so anxious that they tried their best to find someone, but they still couldn't find him. They reported to the officials, but the officials couldn't help them; they prayed to God, but God didn't respond. What a person, the sky should not be called the earth! Fang! When Mrs. Fang and Mrs. Fang were at a loss for what to do, a Taoist came. The Taoist made calculations and only said that he could help them find their beloved son. The Fang family couple went to the doctor without any illness, so they had no choice but to believe this Taoist."

Taoist...

Upon hearing this occupation, Lu Yiming couldn't help frowning secretly.

After passing by that Taoist Mo, he always felt a little uncomfortable with the Taoist.

"Unexpectedly, this Taoist made a condition: if you want to find the eldest son, you must give him the second son of the Fang family. The second young master of the Fang family is only five or six years old, but they are not as smart and well-behaved as the eldest son. Knowing how to laugh and play, the Fang family and his wife thought it over and agreed. The Taoist took out a ferret from his arms, and only said that Young Master Fang was in a place with mountains and rivers, and let the ferret smell Fang Da. Let him find the young master's clothes. The Fang family followed him up and down, and after a while, they found someone on the bank of the river at the foot of the mountain outside the city. The sleep was given directly to the Taoist."

Everyone began to shake their heads quietly.

Lu Yiming sighed softly.

Just because there is no eldest son who is outstanding, so you give it away happily?

Can't help secretly glad that he is the only child.

"When Young Master Fang woke up, his speech was slurred and his posture was silly. The Fang family and his wife found that something was wrong. They invited the doctor to take a look. This young master, who was known as a prodigy in the past, turned out to be a fool! Even his parents I can't tell the difference. The Fang family and his wife are anxious to find the Taoist, but the Taoist has already taken the second young master away and disappeared."

Everyone sighed in unison.There were also those who scolded him for what he deserved.

Lu Yiming poured himself a full glass of wine, looked at the crowd, and had a panoramic view of the crowd.

"Six or seven years have passed in the blink of an eye. The Fang family and his wife have not been able to give birth to a child. The young master has been foolish and raised in a deep house. No one remembers that amazing child prodigy back then. One day, the Fang family In front of the door came a twelve or thirteen-year-old boy in Tsing Yi, with red lips and white teeth, handsome appearance, claiming to be the second young master of the Fang family. The Fang family and his wife rushed out to meet each other, and when they found out that it was the second son who was sent out, they couldn't help but be overjoyed , Welcome into the mansion. The second young master Fang only said that he was brought up by the Taoist. When he was old, the Taoist let him go down the mountain. He refused to say anything else. Everything is obedient and obedient. But soon, the entire Fang family found that something was wrong with the Second Young Master."

"This second young master, isn't it fake?" Someone asked in a low voice.

"Fake is true. But this second young master is no longer the ignorant and innocent child he was back then." The storyteller laughed, "I don't know what that Taoist taught the second young master. The second young master ignored his parents and ignored them. They don't pay attention to the family, they just focus on studying strange things all day long, saying that they want to cultivate immortals, and they don't come back until ten and a half months after they go out. When they come back, they always bring things of unknown origin. The Fang family couple actually Don't worry about it, just want to have a son to pass the incense. Until one day, a group of people in black came to visit, aggressively, and bluntly said that the second young master Fang stole something from their house and asked the second young master to return it. They were so insolent that they refused to admit it. The Fang family and his wife knew that their son had a ghost, and they wanted to settle the matter and pay for it, but the men in black refused to agree. When the stalemate persisted, the leader said, 'Okay, my family The hunting dog can sniff out where things are, so you just let my dog ​​walk around the house'. The Fang family couple reluctantly agreed. Guest officers, guess what the dog found in the second young master's house?"

"What kind of baby?"

"Could it be human bones or something?"

"Harmful pill!"

Lu Yiming couldn't help making guesses secretly, and the guesses were also some treasures and playthings.

Mr. Storyteller waited for everyone to guess for a while, and then said triumphantly: "No! These people found a gray-black fur in the bedroom of the second young master of the Fang family. The evidence of the crime was convincing for a while, and the second young master Fang argued Indisputable. The leading man in black is also strange, his attitude is quite different from before, and he just said: This thing is actually not worth much. If you like it, we will give it to you. I just hope you don’t want it. Regret. After finishing speaking, they took people away. The Fang family couple were overjoyed, thinking that they had escaped a catastrophe. Unexpectedly, the next day, the second young master Fang and the fur disappeared and could not be found anywhere. The Fang family couple only found one in the room. A little donkey of unknown origin."

"The Fang family and his wife hurriedly reported to the government. The people from the government stopped the team of men in black at the east gate of the city. The Fang family lost a donkey, and I don’t know where the second son of the Fang family went. The wife of the Fang family asked bitterly with tears. One of the men in black just pointed at the little gray donkey and joked, maybe this is the donkey If you don’t believe me, you can ask him? The donkey really ran towards the Fang family couple, looking very intimate. But the wife of the Fang family chased the donkey away in disgust, yelling: “You give me back my son!” The man in black laughed. Because there is nothing The evidence, the government had to let it go, and the group of men in black, with their little donkeys, swaggered out of the city. After that, the Fang family couple never saw these men in black again, let alone their youngest son, and Chisha The eldest son died after one lifetime, and the family wealth was also plundered by the slaves behind him."

Everyone burst into flames.

"Where did the second young master go?"

"Is that donkey really the Second Young Master?"

"This story can't be compared to a wonderful one, and there are some people."

"Hearing in the clouds."

donkey?

For some reason, Lu Yiming was inexplicably nauseated.

Perhaps it was because Hua Moyan was also a donkey.

He smiled softly and said, "Hey, could it be you?"

got no response.

He suddenly discovered a great thing - Hua Moyan hadn't spoken to him for a long time.

Can't it be, find a new skin, and run away without saying hello?

Just as he was about to secretly rejoice, Hua Moyan's voice rang lazily in his head:

——Tch, how could this be me!

——If you want to hear this kind of story, I can tell you [-] stories without repetition.

——Master, I am...

"What is it?" Lu Yiming couldn't help asking with great interest when he heard his sudden silence.

Hua Moyan disappeared again.

"Just like the sage said: If you have a lot of wealth, you can only eat three meals a day; if you have ten thousand rooms in a mansion, you can sleep no more than six feet at night. You can't bring money and mansions with you when you are born, and you can't take them with you when you die. Just enough is enough!"

After finishing speaking, Mr. Storyteller stood up directly from his seat: "That's all for today. I'm done drinking and I'm tired of telling stories. Let me go!" Without answering, he reached out and ticked the storyteller's money box, and was about to go out. Walk.

It was when he stood up that Lu Yiming saw his face clearly for the first time.

I saw him wearing apricot clothes, over fifty years old, Qu Ran was thin, with a gentle appearance, a pair of bright eyes, full of radiance.

This face looks a little familiar...

Just when Mr. Storyteller passed by Lu Yiming's seat, Lu Yiming suddenly remembered, couldn't help standing up and blurting out: "I've seen you!"

It was clearly the old man who had debated with the mage last time in the monastery about the rain of nectar and dharma.

The storyteller paused for a moment, then turned his head to look at him, with a hint of surprise in his eyes, and then smiled: "I seem to have seen Mr. before." After thinking for a while, he said, "Next My surname is Cao, and everyone calls me Mr. Cao. Next time we meet again, maybe I can tell you some interesting stories.”

The author has something to say: Lord of the Main Line: Draw a circle with your finger, I heard that no one remembers me anymore!

Kim Poro: Let’s go, we haven’t finished our business yet.