Although Curahara is the county seat, the city is not large. The small town is located on rolling hills and is surrounded by huge plateaus. Transportation is not smooth and the products are very poor.
Poor mountains and rivers breed unruly people, and the people in the city naturally develop a aggressive and aggressive nature. Sometimes, just because the crowd looked at each other affectionately and said "What are you looking at?" and then said "Looking at you" in reply, a bloody battle would break out.
Precisely because there is little oil and water, there are not many qigong practitioners here. The most common ones on the streets are martial arts schools.
In the morning, there were gradually more and more people on the streets of Curahara, and the day's work finally began. The sounds of hawking, cursing, and children's cries carried the smoke from the cooking pots and drifted around the city, making the somewhat gray town more popular.
On the main street in the city, the sound of gongs and drums was heard, and a large chariot carried by eighteen people slowly came. The large chariot is ornately decorated with carved dragons and painted phoenixes. There is a couplet in front of the chariot. The first couplet says about punching the fierce tiger in Nanshan. The second couplet says about kicking the black dragon in Beihai. The horizontal line says "defeat".
At the front is a man in white clothes and a white horse, walking proudly, and he is indescribably handsome and brave. It’s just that I don’t know whether it’s because of the strong wind or the dust, but my face will twitch from time to time.
Behind the man were sixteen women in colorful clothes, no, they should be old women, holding flower baskets and throwing flowers to both sides of the street. These women were all a bit older, with two red balls on their cheeks, wrinkled faces, solemn expressions, and unswerving eyes as they walked slowly along the street.
Behind the chariot was a group of trumpeters, with noisy gongs and drums, playing a cheerful tune about a lazy man playing a widow.
Behind them were two rows of young men, shouting in unison as they walked: "Master Wu is invincible in all attacks and invincible in all battles. The power of the Mind Sutra can move stars and fights, and the power is boundless. The power of the Mind Sutra can reach the sky and the world." Invincible."
The person sitting in the chariot was Wu Mo. He was following Wu Gen's instructions. He was wearing a crane cloak, his eyes were slightly closed, and the old god was sitting cross-legged in it.
Such ostentatious events were naturally arranged by Wu Gen in order to make a name for himself and attract people to study the Yi Jing.
I spent a lot of money to get this outfit today. In the end, Wu Gen's pick-sou disease recurred, and he would reduce it if he could, and save more if he could. The musician was hired directly from Bai Shi Xing, while the Sanhua Jade Girl was hired from a group of old ladies on the street who performed Yangko.
Such a lively scene naturally attracted many people from Kurahara City to stop and watch. When they saw the couplets on the chariot, many people showed dissatisfaction. Wherever in Kurahara Castle, wouldn't this be a bandit's den to rob?
Soon, a man wearing a bamboo hat and three long swords on his back stopped in the middle of the road. He crossed his arms and looked at the group of people coldly.
"Stop, where are these ignorant people who dare to run wild in our Kurahara City? Today, I, Cang San, want to learn the skills of the great martial artist." As soon as the man said this, there was a burst of whistles and cheers. The man proudly threw his hands around and said, "I accept, I accept."
Before the words were spoken, everyone's heads lifted up and turned slowly, only stopping when their necks hurt.
Just now I saw the handsome guy in white walking up to the man. With a flick of his halberd, Cang San flew up like a bird, drew a round arc, and landed far away in the courtyard of an unknown house.
Suddenly, dogs barked in the yard, chickens flew around, women screamed, and men cursed with the sound of sticks hitting the flesh.
There was silence everywhere, looking at the white horse with a silver saddle, standing proudly like a cedar in the wind.
Wu Gen's heart suddenly tightened. Cang San was someone he hired specifically to support him. Since it was a matter of building momentum, it had to be supported by someone who would stir up trouble, but Shui Congyue's attack was of no importance, so this was better, and he had to pay for medical expenses.
With Cang San taking the lead, more people stood at the front of the team.
After a while, a group of strange-looking people fell on both sides of the street. Some have green onions planted upside down on their heads and feet, inserted into the roof, and some hang on trees and sing loudly.
The cold wind blows, and the hearts of the Kurahara people are getting colder and colder like this wind. Is there really no one who can stop this group of people? Who will have the dignity to call themselves Kurahara people in the world in the future?
At the gate of the city, many people gathered on the three floors inside and outside. In the middle, a white-haired old man sat dangerously on the Grand Master's chair, accompanied by two disciples, enjoying tea leisurely.
This person's name is Baili Cong, and he has been famous for a long time. The people of Cangyuan have not seen him appear for many years, but they did not expect that he would appear here today.
Here comes the big fish, this person gives Wu Gen the same feeling as Gao Cheng. With a thought in his heart, he walked to Wu Mo's chariot and said, "Old Wu, this person is in a certain state."
"The four realms, some realms are suppressed, and it looks like the three realms. I didn't expect to meet such a person in this small Kurahara."
Wu Gen thought for a while, "Lao Wu, take action, confront him from the moon, I don't know how many times it will be fought back and forth. Just be more agile when taking action, tremble at the end, and it will be a great success."
"Go back to where you came from." A disciple next to Bai Licong shouted.
Shui Congyue's eyebrows were raised, and just as he was about to take action, there was an explosion behind him. A black figure passed by like lightning and hit Bailitong who was sitting on the chair. .c
Before anyone could react, Bailitong on the chair disappeared. When he looked up, he saw Wu Mo holding his neck with one hand. Bailitong was pressed against the word "Cangyuan" on the city gate, and his body was deeply embedded in the wall.
Under the city gate, everyone had not come back to their senses for a while. What happened just now, why did my eyes deceive me, how could Mr. Baili jump into the wall all of a sudden.
Fierce, Wu Gen gave Wu Mo a big thumbs up in his heart. Lao Wu's hand was so handsome that no one in Curahara City dared to challenge him.
There seemed to be steps hidden in the sky, and Wu Mo walked down step by step with his hands behind his back. The wind blowing through the city gate made his clothes rustle, making him look like a master. Under the stunned gazes of everyone, Wu Mo gently landed on the chariot and closed his eyes without saying a word.
Wow... the crowd's exclamations came like a tide, and the eyes looking at Wu Mo were like seeing a god.
Wu Genzhang secretly rejoiced, Lao Wu's last move was so classy and refreshing, and this matter is settled today.
Accompanied by the noise of gongs and drums, the group of people walked out of the city gate, and the music played at this time was the bridal chamber flowers and candles.
Wu Gen raised one hand high, and following his signal, more than a dozen people ran out of the crowd, crying and rushing towards Wu Mo's chariot.
"God of War, please accept me. I am willing to give up all my family wealth."
"God of Martial Arts, you see that my family background is pure, my body is strong, and I am really good at practicing martial arts, so let me accompany you every day, even if I have to carry the urinal, or if not, I can sleep with you."
"Lord God of War, please take a look." One person tore open his shirt with a loud bang, and there were eight big characters tattooed on it, "Lord Five Gods, the power is boundless." Perhaps the ink was not dry yet, and there were traces of red water running down next to the words.
Wu Gen reached out and covered his face. Amateur is indeed an amateur.
The performances of these people were exaggerated and superficial. No matter in their eyes, expressions, movements, behaviors, etc., they did not fully demonstrate the perseverance and determination to fight for the war and fight to the death.
Especially the last one, you have to be dedicated in acting. Is it so difficult to write Wu? There are eight words, two of them are wrong, which makes people feel so embarrassed.
No matter what, Wu Gen's operation quickly made Wu Mo's name famous in Cangyuan City.
In a temporarily rented courtyard outside the city, there was an endless stream of people who came to ask for the Sutra. Everyone looked at the three thin pieces of paper with surprise and doubt on their faces. I was surprised that I got the martial arts secrets so easily, and I was suspicious that these three pieces of paper could carry such great power.
A teacher is someone who preaches, teaches, and resolves doubts.
None of the three Wu Mo people are good teachers. Once the sutra has been given, the Tao has been taught, and you will realize it on your own.
In this way, the three of them wandered through the streets and countryside of Zhujuan Kingdom, the same scene repeated again and again, and they sent out countless copies of the three-page sutra.
The three of them just wanted to get more people into martial arts, but they never thought that this almost absurd move was like a butterfly flapping its wings, stirring up so much wind and rain.
Later, the Yi Jing became a major school, spawning countless tributaries, and protected many lives during a period of dark years. However, after learning too much, it is inevitable that a group of masters who are just trying to gain fame will brag all day long and make a lot of jokes.
Three months passed in the blink of an eye, and three horses hurriedly arrived on the official road outside Juye City. More and more
Moving forward, more and more people were fleeing, and the cars and horses were crowded, all heading towards Juye City with their backs.
Wu Gen was riding on the horse, his brows slightly furrowed.
A few days ago, I heard that there was a plague in Juye City, and a dream demon appeared in the world, which made the people panic and uneasy, and many people fled the city in a hurry. How could there be such an evil thing? The three of them rushed over after hearing the news.
The matter of preaching scriptures has come to an end for the time being, and the attack on Feiyun Gate has gradually subsided, so the three of them started thinking about the robbery business again. Just when I heard something strange happened here, I went to Juye.
Walking into the city, the surroundings were desolate and almost deserted. Occasionally, I pass by with a sad face and hurried steps.
The three of them found an inn to stay, but there were only four or five people staying in the huge inn. Wu Gen found the shopkeeper and inquired about the situation in the city.
The shopkeeper sighed and said, "The customers don't know what happened. This happened more than two months ago. At first, some people had diarrhea, and then it slowly spread. Half of the people in the city got this strange disease. If this is the case, That's it, after all, not many people die from diarrhea.
Later, when people in the city fell asleep, they often dreamed of all kinds of strange dreams, including evil spirits seeking their lives, and beautiful dreams that kept them from waking up. Everyone was so disturbed that they all thought that hell had opened its mouth and released these ghosts to harm people. "
"Then no one is investigating why." Wu Gen asked curiously.
"The government sent people to investigate, but they couldn't find any clues. It would have been better if we didn't investigate. Once the investigation was carried out, even the county gentleman fell ill. Not only did he suffer from vomiting and diarrhea, he saw people who died unjustly every time he fell asleep. The prisoner on death row came to demand his life, but he was so frightened that he did not even dare to sleep.
In the end, I couldn't stand it anymore and had no choice but to resign. In the past, whenever there was a vacancy in an official position, a group of people would scramble for it like wolves and tigers. This is good, no one wants to come to Juye, and there is no county magistrate in the city yet. "The shopkeeper sighed.
Wu Gen became interested and asked: "Why don't you run away, shopkeeper? What kind of dream are you dreaming about?"
The shopkeeper's old face turned red, "Oh, it was exactly that...that dream I had."
"Which one?"
"Young man, you still don't understand. It's about entering the bridal chamber."
"Oh...tsk, no wonder you didn't run away." Wu Gen pointed at the shopkeeper and suddenly realized.
The shopkeeper's eyes widened, "The customer is a young man, so it's okay if he has such a dream. I am an old man in his sixties, and this is what happens when I fall into a dream. How can I withstand it?"
If this continues, my old bones will be squeezed dry sooner or later. Didn't you see that I have to wear diapers every night? I really couldn’t bear to part with this property, so I stayed in the city and suffered. I just hope that some great immortal will come down to earth and collect all these plague ghosts and dream demons, and bring peace to the people. "
Wu Gen frowned, "Then there are no cultivators coming over to take a look and slay demons."
The shopkeeper pointed to the two talismans on the door, "A few days ago, the master of Feiyun Sect came and sold some talisman water to stop the plague. And if you put their talismans on it, you will no longer have nightmares. . However, these water talismans are too expensive, and many people cannot afford them, so they have to flee the city."
