Only then did Yun Kong and Zhu Zhou, the master and servant, approach the house. The servant guarding the gate saw them from a distance and came over to wait for instructions.
Zhuzhou immediately ordered: "Serve this Taoist priest well and take care of a clean and elegant room."
Yun Kong glanced at that person.
The black energy clung to his forehead like a ferocious spider.
Suddenly, as if a strong force hit him, Yun Kong Leng tilted his head back and his whole face became crooked.
"Here we go again!" he thought. It was the resentment he was all too familiar with!
Looking up, there were bursts of black and gray gas over the Yu family's house, lingering in the air, rippling with ulterior motives.
Yunkong was sure it was resentment, he had seen it too many times.
He has always had a strong sense of resentment, but this time it was especially strong.
Why does the Yu family have such sinister resentment? Is there some hidden secret?
Seeing Yun Kong's face suddenly turn pale, Zhu Zhou asked him with concern: "Is Taoist Master unwell?"
Yun Kong thought about it for a while and then said: "To be honest, there is a lot of resentment in your house. I didn't notice it just now and was overwhelmed by the resentment. It won't be a problem."
Zhuzhou was puzzled: "I ask myself that I take good care of the servants in the family, so who in the family blames me?"
"Master really treats us well." The servant next to him agreed.
That resentment lingered in the air, condescendingly looking down upon this humble Taoist.
After entering the house, Zhuzhou first entertained him in the side hall and waited for the guest room to be prepared.
A servant girl came over with tea. Zhuzhou glanced at her and asked, "Where is Wenxiang? Why haven't I seen her in two days?"
Then when the girl heard the master's question, she couldn't help but shed a few tears. With a touch of her finger, she couldn't help crying: "Wenxiang is dead."
"Why is she dead?" Zhuzhou asked in shock, "She just said she was feeling unwell two days ago, so why is she dead?"
"I don't know, but she died last night."
"Why didn't anyone tell me?" Zhu Zhou stood up from his chair, his eyes filled with shock and sadness.
"Madam has always been in charge of the affairs at home, and I will not report to the master..." The girl finally stopped crying, lowered her head and said, "Madam prepared a coffin this morning and asked Wenxiang's family to take it back."
Zhuzhou sat down on the chair and let out a long sigh.
"Master, I'm leaving." The woman left the room, leaving Yun Kong inexplicable.
After a long time, Zhuzhou sighed and said: "Wenxiang has always served me. I treat her as my daughter, and I have even found a family for her. I will marry her next spring."
"No wonder Mr. Takefun is so sad."
Zhuzhou's eyes were red, and he wiped them with his hands. Unexpectedly, the more he rubbed, the more itchy, redder and hotter he became, so he had to stand up and said: "Taoist priest, you are neglecting me. Don't blame Zhuzhou."
"This is my condolences, sir."
"Thank you, Taoist Priest, for your concern. I'll take my leave now." Zhu Zhou was so sad that he felt weak and staggered out of the door, almost stepping over the door.
Yun Kong recalled the face of the servant girl just now and couldn't help but look solemn.
There was also a sticky black resentment on her face.
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As soon as night falls, no one dares to pass by the Wen family's mansion.
Even people who pass by on the way try to take a long detour as much as possible.
No one wanted to provoke the spooky atmosphere of that mansion. The legend of the mansion had already scared people in the whole city.
In the haunted house of the Wen family late at night, there is a courtyard with lights on.
The light shines through the papered window, and you can see the fluttering figures.
The figure slowly grew larger on the paper window, and then slowly became smaller, sometimes distorting into an indescribable shape, and sometimes distorting into a weird figure.
There were five people in the room.
Among them, a man and a woman were sitting on the ground with their eyes half closed and their faces relaxed, as if they were sleeping.
The one who is selecting soybeans is the white and clean white cattail.
Generally, those who make tofu will grind the soybeans in the middle of the night, and then sell them when the sun comes out.
Except for Hongye, who was walking around restlessly, no one made a sound among the other four people.
"Brother Bai," Hongye said impatiently, "it's annoying to stay here all the time."
"After finishing the work, I will go back to Master." Bai Pu was still minding his own business picking soybeans.
"Master is busy with his own business every day, and if he doesn't accompany me, I won't come back." Hong Ye kicked her feet unhappily, and with a flash of silver light in her hand, she pinned the gecko on the wall.
The more the gecko struggled, the more the thin silver needles tore its skin and flesh. After tugging in a panic, it finally tore a crack in its long body. The second half was hung on the wall, and it swam away in a daze. After a while, he fell to the ground.
"Don't kill randomly!" someone shouted loudly.
The voice was so majestic that Hongye was so frightened that he immediately pulled away his hands and tears suddenly rolled in his eyes.
Bai Pu murmured: "Coptis, don't blame Hong Ye for being ignorant..." He continued to pick up the soybeans in his hands, picking out all the stale, diseased, insect-infested, sprouted, and weird-looking ones.
After he finished picking out a large bag of soybeans, he rubbed his hands with satisfaction and said, "Okay, I'm going to grind the flour."
The strange thing is that there is not even a small grinding mortar in this house, let alone a stone mill.
Bai Pu took a gentle breath.
After that breath entered his body, it went straight to the sea of qi, and surged up his arms like a torrent.
He picked up the soybeans with his left hand and gently embraced them with his right hand. A pool of fine powder immediately flowed out from between his fingers. He immediately put the soybean powder into the bag with his right hand and repeated the action just now.
He moved his hands faster and faster, grinding faster and faster, and the bag containing soybean flour gradually bulged.
When the bag was almost full, the two people sitting there opened their eyes, as if they had just woken up from a big dream.
Hongye immediately stepped forward and asked, "Sister Qingping is back?"
Bai Pu also stopped working and walked up to the two of them: "Zisu is back too?"
Huang Lian had a cold expression on his face, as if his rough face could not express any expression: "How?"
"Found it..." Zisu said tiredly, "In a family named Yu..." As he said that, he exhaled tiredly and stretched.
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Yun Kong lived in Zhuzhou's house and was not served every day.
He gets up every morning and goes to the market, holding a white cloth to attract business.
Occasionally, someone would invite him into the house to check out Feng Shui, fortune telling, or fortune-telling. When he got tired from walking, he would sit on the ground in the street, meditate on his luck, and rest his mind.
This was an unprecedented big city in human history. Yun Kong walked around for several days in a row before he visited all the places in Kaifeng Mansion.
He wanted to remember the prosperity of this place before it fell into the hands of the Jin people.
The phrase "The Jin people destroyed the Song Dynasty, and the Taoist priests destroyed the country" was calculated by Zhang Tieqiao in exchange for his life.
But what troubles Yun Kong is, what does the phrase "Taoist priests subjugate their country" mean? At present, the dispute between the DPRK and the Central Party is raging. Tong Guan, Cai Jing and other powerful officials are wreaking havoc on the people, but Zhang Tieqiao does not mention them at all. Moreover, the emperor's favorite Taoist Lin Lingsu has lost power. I wonder which Taoist priest is capable of subjugating the country?
He knew that the prosperity here would not last long, and he did not know when the Jin people would attack, but to know the general trend of the world, Kaifeng, the capital, should be the most sensitive, right?
Thinking that the Song Dynasty was about to perish, Yun Kong was a little discouraged, and when chatting with Zhu Zhou at night, he couldn't help but lose some energy.
"Is there something on Taoist Master's mind?" Zhuzhou couldn't help but ask.
"Things are common things," Yun Kong said, "common things inevitably lead to upset."
"You might as well tell me."
"I'm sorry, but I can't say anything." Yun Kong waved his hand, "This matter is still a secret."
He once thought about persuading Zhuzhou and his family to move south to avoid the war in the early years, but he was worried that once word spread, would it cause turmoil in the people of Kaifeng? He was worried that interfering with the operation of destiny would lead to premature destruction of the country.
"How can there be so many secrets?" Zhu Zhou twirled his beard, "The Taoist priest said 20 years ago that I would definitely pass the provincial examination, but in the future I would have no luck in the examination and only become rich by doing business. Now every word has come true. Which sentence is not a secret?"
"To tell you the truth, this... person's little mystery can be revealed a little bit, otherwise we Taoist priests will have a hard time making a living."
Zhuzhou suddenly looked sad and sighed: "I don't know what I have offended in my family. There may be someone who has wronged someone without knowing it. I would like to ask the Taoist priest to make the decision for me."
"Why is Mr. Zhuzhou worried?" Yun Kong asked knowingly. He wanted the person involved to confess in person.
"Remember the day you first came here, my maid Wenxiang passed away?"
Yun Kong nodded.
"I looked at the body and was puzzled."
"What's wrong?"
"Wenxiang's body was very thin, not like her usual appearance at all. She was skinny and skinny, as if she had starved to death." Zhuzhou looked confused, "If Wenxiang's parents saw the state of their daughter's death, what happened would spread If you go out and think that my Yu family's servant girl has starved to death, won't you ruin my reputation?"
