"Uncle Ya, my master has indeed passed away a long time ago, but I dare not forget his identity."
He shook his head and laughed: "You are quite traditional."
"I have written hundreds of books, but my favorite is The Legend of the Condor Heroes. There were twelve masters before and after Guo Jing. Tell me, is he a loyal and righteous man?"
Uncle Ya threw the question to me, and I could only answer it abruptly.
"yes."
Uncle Ya spread his hands and said, "Isn't that the end of it? You may be a Taoist priest, but you are in the corpse-carrying industry. What I teach you is storytelling. There is no conflict."
That’s what I said, but I still feel awkward.
"Forget it, I won't make it difficult for you."
Uncle Ya's tone was very revealing: "I'm just asking you now if you are willing to consider it."
He is simply giving me a chance!
I quickly borrowed the donkey from Poxia and responded: "I will definitely consider it!"
"Okay, then follow me somewhere."
Uncle Ya was wearing a dark blue long coat with a double placket, and walking in the bustling city, he did feel a little awkward.
And he seems to have been accustomed to this kind of life for a long time, walking in front calmly.
Even though he is blind, his steps are very nimble.
If someone hadn't exposed it, no one would have thought that he was blind.
After about half an hour of touching, a row of cement factory buildings appeared in front of me.
Uncle Ya looked at the door in the distance and gave instructions.
"Speak as little as possible for a while."
The factory looks quite big, with large and small trucks coming in an endless stream.
The security guard just asked us to fill in a visitor registration form and then let us in.
There are noises like chainsaws everywhere in the factory. On a hot summer day, the noise is very disturbing.
Uncle Ya turned into the factory building with ease. After many twists and turns, a small, low room appeared in front of me.
He casually grabbed a worker and said softly: "Let Da Kui come out. I'll wait in his office."
After saying that, he raised his hand and opened the door of the room.
The room was very old, the walls were covered with old newspapers, and the only decent table was already mottled.
Soon, a middleman wearing a cap and camouflage uniform hurried in.
This man's face was dark, with many wrinkles on his face, and there were some sawdust standing on his head.
Uncle Ya shook his fan and joked: "Director Yu Da is guarding such a big woodwork factory, can't he change himself to a better table?"
Dakui smiled heartily: "I'm a rough guy, and setting up a table is just to pretend to be a cultured person."
He sat down on the colorless sofa and took a cigarette from his ear.
"What kind of wind is it that brings your giant Buddha here?"
"Let me ask you something, and I'll leave after I finish."
Dakui crossed his legs and joked with a smile: "You know how many legs the fly just flew over has, right?"
"Do you still need your old teeth to ask me about Monan's affairs?"
Uncle Ya paused his movements: "I really have to ask you for this matter."
Seeing Uncle Ya being so serious, the smile on Da Kui's face disappeared.
"Tell me something."
"Who has your Luban sect been targeting recently?"
Dakui flicked the ashes from his cigarette: "Why do you suddenly ask this?"
"Just tell me, right?"
Dakui hesitated for a moment, then nodded.
"There is someone who is fighting with us, and his attitude is quite arrogant."
Only then did I understand.
The people Uncle Ya took me to meet today were people from the Luban sect.
Is he preparing to come forward to make peace in person?
I almost wanted to kneel down and kowtow to him.
This is a life-saving grace!
Changchun Club is quite famous in Monan, and Uncle Ya's position in Changchun Club is even more important.
If such a person can come forward, people in the Luban sect will probably be afraid of him.
some.
Thinking of this, I felt a lot more at ease.
Uncle Ya asked again: "What are you going to do about this?"
"What should we do? Just follow the rules."
After a pause, Dakui suddenly looked suspicious.
"That's not right, you have been a Sanxian for so many years, why do you suddenly worry about this?"
After a moment of silence, Uncle Ya slowly spoke.
"To be honest, the person next to me is the one who is fighting with you."
Dakui was obviously stunned for a moment, then laughed.
"Old Ya, you don't go to the Three Treasures Palace for anything!"
Uncle Ya also laughed: "If you don't go to the Three Treasures Hall, how can you see the true God?"
"Has this matter been eased?"
Da Kui smoked his cigarette: "Why wait?"
"This is just a misunderstanding. He has no intention of breaking your law. Since he is a member of the same camp as you, he has no intention of getting into trouble with you."
After saying that, Uncle Ya pointed at me: "Hurry up and explain to me."
"No, I don't dare to listen."
Before I could speak, Dakui interrupted me: "You are making things difficult for me by letting me listen."
"Things on the ground should be governed by the rules on the ground."
Uncle Ya's expression didn't change at all, but he just asked, "You don't have face when I'm here today?"
"It stands to reason that you have already come to visit me, so I should give you face."
Dakui crushed the cigarette butt with his foot and puffed out a thick smoke from his mouth.
"But by giving you face, you will break the rules of my Luban sect. You are making it difficult for me to do it!"
"We are all working on the ground, and rules are more important than fate. I don't need to say more, right?"
