I was attacked by the evil general

So Mr. Feng Shui was taken away by Kong Xiangyu in full view, and only his father was left on the Marriage Bridge to deal with the common people. This time, his father's good reputation over the years should be completely gone.

Although ancestor worship is a bad custom, it is unusual for the people of Wenchang County, and it is an event more important than the New Year.As a county magistrate, he would be so negligent as to cheat and cheat. Naturally, he would be looked down upon.

After Kong Xiangyu walked away, he looked back at his father again. He thought that doing so would give him a kind of pleasure after revenge, but in fact it was still indescribably uncomfortable.

Wei Ze held his hand tightly and said, "If you did it, don't look back."

All the way without words, Mr. Feng Shui said to him when passing by a bun shop: "Wait for me a moment, buy some buns."

Kong Xiangyu raised his eyebrows, wondering what time it was, this person actually knew he wanted to eat, not to mention it wasn't time for dinner.

Mr. Feng Shui almost bought out the three cages of steamed stuffed buns. The quantity was so large that even if a person ate steamed stuffed buns for three meals a day, he would have to eat them for several days.When paying the money, Kong Xiangyu had time to look at it, and it was almost exactly the money for doing business today.

After buying the buns, Mr. Feng Shui said embarrassedly: "Let's go, this way please."

Kong Xiangyu was taken to a ruined temple by Mr. Jiulai 18. Before he had time to ask, he saw seven or eight small heads protruding from the inner room of the ruined temple. When he saw Mr. Feng Shui, he was full of smiles. Said: "Uncle Immortal is here!"

After that, he ran out with a pair of bare feet full of vicissitudes, and hugged Mr. Feng Shui, who distributed the buns he bought to several children.

These children are all dressed in thin and ragged clothes, and they don't know how to spend the whole winter.

Kong Xiangyu suddenly stopped talking, not knowing what to say.

The child took the buns and devoured them hungrily, as if he hadn't eaten for several days.

Jin Bao poked out half of the faucet's head from Kong Xiangyu's collar, and suddenly said with emotion: "It turns out that the liar is also a very good person, so I can't see it. Forget it, I will reluctantly let him sacrifice me."

There was a child who seemed to be about four or five years old. After eating, he pointed to Kong Xiangyu and said, "Why did Uncle Immortal bring so many strangers back?"

Another older child swallowed a mouthful of steamed buns and said, "Nonsense, there are so many people, obviously there is only one."

The young child shook his head, and counted with his fingers in a childish voice: "One, two, three, there are three!"

"No, you counted wrong."

"Have!"

The two children were about to quarrel in the end after talking to each other.

Mr. Feng Shui rubbed the child's head and said, "Don't mess around, let's all go out and play."

The kid who could see Wei Ze and the others kept turning his head to check when he went out, and Zong Yanqiu greeted the kid when he saw that the kid was interesting.

The child hurriedly ran away with his head down.

Mr. Feng Shui rubbed his hands, and suddenly brought out an old stool from the temple, wiped it with his sleeve: "Young Master Kong, sit down."

Kong Xiangyu waved his hand and said, "No need, you...do you usually live here?"

"That's not true. There is a place to stay in Baoshan Temple."

Seeing that Kong Xiangyu was silent, Mr. Feng Shui said: "These are the children of disaster victims. Their parents starved to death and became orphans, and no one was willing to adopt them. I looked at them poorly and took them here."

Speaking of the victims, I can't help but think of the incident of the old Hou Ye in Hongwu County. I think these children should be left by the victims at that time.

Kong Xiangyu couldn't help asking: "Isn't Baoshan Temple also accepting young monks? Why don't you take them to Baoshan Temple?"

Mr. Feng Shui sighed and said: "There are too many, I really can't afford it, but I'm really worried, I can't watch them starve to death, anyway, it's human life."

Kong Xiangyu sneered a little, when the Feng Shui master clamored for him to sacrifice his life, he really didn't realize that he was saving his life.

"I know you don't believe me now. In fact, I was hesitant when I agreed to do these things, but I really...need money." Mr. Feng Shui lowered his head as he spoke.

Jin Bao drooped his head, touched his dragon beard, and judged: "Exchanging other people's lives for money to do good deeds, even good deeds will be wronged."

But Mr. Feng Shui couldn't hear those words.

The gentleman hesitated for a while, and then continued: "I was just doing some rituals to make money, but I never thought of killing anyone. But you know... I won't live long..."

Kong Xiangyu frowned and said, "How do you know you won't live long? Who told you? Who did you promise?"

The gentleman was silent, and it took a long time before he said: "I don't know, that man is wearing a black robe with his face covered."

Sure enough, Kong Xiangyu was so angry that he thumped his chest. It seemed that if the matter of the black shadow was not resolved, he might have a restless life for the rest of his life.

The gentleman said: "My fortune-telling skills are not all deceitful, I have calculated that my time is approaching, but I really can't worry about these children.

The man said that if I did it for him, he would guarantee that I would come back to life. "

"You also believe in this kind of thing?"

"Believe it! Of course I believe it, Mr. Kong, you will come back to life!"

Kong Xiangyu was startled, and frowned, "What do you mean?"

The gentleman wondered: "My lord, you don't know? That person said when you died, he will definitely bring you back to life in a few days. Look..." He pointed at Kong Xiangyu with a full face of amazement: "Aren't you Are you really alive?"

"Nonsense! When I came back to life, that's..." He glanced at Wei Ze next to him, and suddenly stopped. He originally thought that Wei Ze saved him, but at this moment, he was a little uncertain.

Mr. Feng Shui was still waiting for his next words, Kong Xiangyu was agitated for a while, and said: "Anyway, it has nothing to do with the person you mentioned."

The gentleman suddenly laughed and said: "It doesn't matter if it's right or not. Now that you've talked to Mr. Kong, that person won't help me anymore." After finishing speaking, his knees softened and he knelt on the ground, begging: " Mr. Kong, I will definitely die in the Jinbao River in three days. Although I don't know exactly how I will die in the river at that time. But my fortune-telling divinations have always been very accurate, and there have never been any mistakes.

I just beg you, when I die, help me take care of these children, as long as they have enough to eat, please. "

As he said that he wanted to kowtow to him, Kong Xiangyu hurriedly stepped forward to help him up, and said, "Get up first."

"If you don't agree, I won't get up. I beg you, as long as you have a full meal..."

"Understood, I promise you, you get up quickly."

It took a long time before he choked up and said, "Thank you."

Mr. Feng Shui knew the same as Kong Xiangyu knew, but he couldn't find any other new clues.He fumbled in his sleeves for a while, and gave all his money bags to the husband.

When I turned around, I happened to see a few children who were hiding outside the door and eavesdropping.The children held their mouths silently, and some of them had moist eyes.

The child who had seen Wei Ze and Zong Yanqiu staggered in.With big eyes wide open, he stuffed the steamed stuffed bun that he had bitten into Mr. Feng Shui's hand, and said in a voice, "If you return the steamed stuffed bun, you won't die."

Mr. Feng Shui's eyes turned red immediately, and he hugged the child into his arms, weeping uncontrollably.

After Kong Xiangyu left, Mr. leaned on the half-damaged Buddha statue in the dilapidated temple, and made calculations. In his hand was a piece of horoscope that Mrs. Li had given him, which was Kong Xiangyu's birthday.

The bamboo tube shook slightly, and a bamboo stick fell out. He looked at the bamboo stick and pinched his fingers to make the final calculation.After a while, he sighed and leaned against the Buddha statue, sneered helplessly, and laughed at himself, "So that's how it is..." He should have done the math long ago.

Three days later, the body of Mr. Feng Shui floated on the Jinbao River as promised. river bottom.

Kong Xiangyu looked at the corpse and felt furious in his heart. Wei Ze said that this is the end of his life.Mr. Feng Shui also said that his time is approaching.But he is still full of unwillingness, this person obviously wants to live so much.

He spread out the two silver bracelets in his hand, his elder brother must have been in despair back then.The palms were clenched unconsciously, he must solve that person.

For the children in the ruined temple, he arranged to find a few good families who wanted children. Wenchang County didn't have any, but Fengchi's Fuze County had a lot of them.In any case, it can be regarded as a place to stay. I can eat a full meal every day, and I can live a warm winter when the weather is cold.

He suddenly felt fortunate that although he was born in a family that he hated, at least he never had to worry about food and clothing.

Mr. Feng Shui's death didn't cause any disturbances. The people who called him a liar before knew that he had done a lot of good things in his life, but they didn't make trouble.

However, because of this incident, the construction of the guardrail on the Jinbao River was sped up. This time, there was no Feng Shui practice, and the construction started on an auspicious day.

Kong Xiangyu was depressed for several days, and Wei Ze said that he would cook for him in his spare time.

It's really unheard of for Lord Ghost King to wash his hands and cook by himself. Kong Xiangyu immediately got excited and insisted on seeing it with his own eyes.

Wei Ze glanced at the dishes on the stove, and carefully read the recipes several times before starting.Dressed in black, with sleeves rolled up high, the muscles in his arms tense when he cuts vegetables with a knife.The kitchen knife fell one by one, and with the shaking of the figure, the slightly curly hair on the forehead also fell loosely in front of the eyes.

Kong Xiangyu stood aside, looking distracted, and jokingly said, "What delicious food does Lord Ghost King plan to make?"

Following the recipe, Wei Ze grabbed a handful of flour and sprinkled it on the cutting board, then poured some water into it and kneaded it.

Frowning, with a serious face, he said: "Mian."

Kong Xiangyu said with a smile: "Don't tell me, I really like noodles. It's better to put some scallions and minced meat, that taste!" My mouth is watering, especially because Wei Ze made it himself.

Wei Ze grabbed the flour and learned what was written in the book, and threw the dough back and forth on the cutting board a few times. Who would have thought that there was too much dry flour, which stirred up a cloud of dust.

Kong Xiangyu was thrown in the face when he was so close.

"Ahem..." He waved his hand and said, "Murder my husband!"

Wei Ze raised his eyebrows and said, "Who is the husband?"

As he said that, he picked up the dough in his hand and threw it heavily on the cutting board. The flour became a dough cake, and the cutting board underneath was split in two from the middle.

Kong Xiangyu sat on the stove with his hands together, raised his head and scented Wei Ze's lips, and said very spinelessly: "You."

Wei Ze pursed his lips and chuckled, the more he kneaded the dough, the more it tasted bad, no matter how he kneaded it, he felt like Kong Xiangyu's ass.

Kong Xiangyu looked at the pitiful ball of dough, and couldn't help but judge: "Is the dough kneaded like this?"

Wei Ze said, "Why don't you teach me, brother?"

Kong Xiangyu hurriedly waved his hands, how could he do this with his ten fingers not in the sun, so he said: "I'll just say it casually, you continue."

Wei Ze suddenly felt a wave of evil fire. He put down the dough in his hand, approached Kong Xiangyu, licked the flour-stained earlobe, and said, "It tastes good."

Kong Xiangyu blushed, pushed against Wei Ze's strong chest, and complained, "I asked you to make noodles, but I'm not a noodle...let go...don't be here!"

Wei Ze sneered, lowered his head and sealed his red lips.Seeing that the person resisted fiercely, he simply pulled the person with one hand, turned the person over and pressed him on the stove.

With a light hook of fingers stained with flour, the light blue waistband faded away.He lowered his brows and looked down, sighing: "Sure enough, brother's looks better."

Kong Xiangyu held his breath and yelled: "Don't mess around! This is a stove!...I haven't eaten noodles yet..."

Satisfied with tea and food, Kong Xiangyu blushed, thinking that this Wei Ze is really not alone!

After a while, there was no movement in the kitchen, and the Yin soldier who hesitated outside the door for a long time dared to say: "Master Wei, I have something to report."

Wei Ze hugged Kong Xiangyu, who was lying on the stove exhausted, and helped him put on his pants, before saying, "Come in."

After Yin Bing came in, he lowered his head and didn't dare to look at him. He took out a doll from his arms and said, "I don't know who put a doll outside the mansion. I thought it was strange and wanted to show it to Mr. Wei." Look."

Wei Ze took the doll and waved the Yin soldiers back, pinched the little thing with his fingers, looked at it over and over again, and said, "It seems to be nothing special."

Kong Xiangyu looked at the doll, and suddenly his heart skipped a beat.Although the doll is ordinary, the small clothes he is wearing are the same style that his elder brother wore before he fell into the water.

The author says: