The stall owner was out of breath and kept cursing as he ran. Finally, he ran to the door of an old house and broke in.
Aguan stopped in front of the house. This small open space was the yard of the old house, and there were also old houses around the open space. He looked at the house. There were two red lanterns and an incense burner hanging outside the door. It seemed to be a private temple. Then he got off the stone fire wheel and walked into the old temple.
The stall owner was leaning on a corner of the temple, gasping for air. When he saw Aguan chasing after him, he quickly shouted: "Grandma, Grandma! Come out quickly, there are bad guys trying to catch me!"
"Ah! You are so inhumane, you are so vulgar! Why don't you call me grandma if you just give me back my wallet?" Aguan was so angry that he cursed.
"Ah Huo, Ah Huo! Are you still there? Come out quickly, there are bad people bullying me!" the stall owner shouted at the top of his lungs.
The door slammed shut. Aguan and the stall owner were both startled and kept quiet for a few seconds. Something poked its head out from under the curtain of the altar in the temple.
I saw that the appearance of the strange thing was somewhat similar to the lion's head during the lion dance at the temple fair. The strange head moved its head, blinked twice, and jumped out. It looked like a dancing lion, but also more like a tiger, with the size of a puppy. So big, he walks unsteadily and his eyes blink constantly.
Aguan was surprised, and the stall owner was even more surprised. He shouted: "Huh? Ah Huo! Why have you... why have you changed? You have become so small?"
"Ah! There's another one!" the stall owner yelled again. Behind the little tiger, another little tiger with black body and white stripes emerged from the curtain of the sacred table. It was bigger than the previous one.
Aguan looked around, and several tiger cubs jumped out from behind him. One after another, the cubs ran out from the wooden beams on the ceiling, from the holes in the corners, under chairs, and from dark places.
Most of those tiger cubs are about the same size as adult wild dogs, and there are also a few that are the size of puppies. Dozens of strange-looking little tigers surrounded Aguan and the stall owner, all of them gnashing their teeth and grinning.
The stall owner was so anxious that he shouted: "Grandma...Grandma...Ah Huo!"
Suddenly, the tigers roared in unison, and their momentum was even more majestic than real tigers. They were frightened and their ears hurt.
Before the tiger roar stopped, all the little tigers pounced on them, surrounding the two of them and biting them. The two of them were bitten and bruised all over their bodies. Aguan picked up a chair and fought off several little tigers that rushed towards them. He fought and walked away, retreating to the corner.
He couldn't bear it when he saw the stall owner lying on the ground, covering his head with his hands and wailing, being bitten by a group of tiger cubs and covering his body with blood. If the stall owner is a scoundrel, it is not a capital crime. Let these little monsters bite him like this again, and he will die.
Aguan exhaled, swung the chair, and walked all the way to the stall owner. He helped him back to the corner.
The stall owner fell to the ground, struggled and jumped up, picked up a broom in the corner, and fought off a chasing little tiger while shouting: "Fuck! You are so fucking loyal! Why are you helping me?"
"I'm afraid you'll be bitten to death and won't be able to get your wallet back." Aguan replied angrily.
The stall owner didn't answer, and the two of them stood guard in the corner. Aguan had Tai Sui's power to protect his body, and his strength was much greater than that of ordinary people. He grabbed a few chairs and blocked them in front of him. He also held two chairs in his hands to force back the little tigers.
The stall owner was covering on the side while muttering: "Grandma... Oops! Something may have happened to Grandma! It must be these guys! Why?"
"What kind of monsters are these?" Aguan asked.
"They are not monsters... they are Mr. Tiger..." the stall owner replied.
"Master Tiger?" Aguan thought of this unfamiliar-sounding term.
Tiger Lord, also known as the "general under the altar", is a small god enshrined under the altar in folk belief. He usually serves as the mount of the main god, or is responsible for driving away diseases and guarding temples.
Ah Qian thought that these tiger masters might have become evil spirits after being invaded by evil thoughts. As soon as he thought about this, he reached into his coat pocket and held the white flame talisman inside. Just as he was about to draw the talisman and come out, the door opened.
"Grandma!" the stall owner shouted happily. The old woman standing outside the door was his grandmother.
The old woman seemed to be in her sixties, and because she didn't have a hunchback, she seemed to be taller than the aunt.
"Ah! It's you, you damn boy!" The old woman saw the stall owner as if she were an enemy. She grabbed the long rattan by the door, rushed in and beat him hard, even Aguan.
"You stupid bitch! You're back to steal money! Steal money! Steal money!" The old woman was scolding and beating her. The stall owner ran around holding his head. The tiger men all stepped aside and shook their heads and shook their ears. Aguan was also beaten several times and did not dare to fight back.
The stall owner knelt down and stopped hiding. He let the cane hit him one after another, and he received a dozen blows. The old woman stopped, threw away the cane, and started crying.
The stall owner lowered his head and said, "Grandma, I know I was wrong..."
When the old woman heard this, she became angry again. She picked up the cane and hit the stall owner two or three times: "You know you are wrong! You stole all my grandma's savings. If you still have the nerve to come back, take all the money." I spent it, only to come back and say you were wrong!”
"I...I didn't spend it!" the stall owner shouted hurriedly: "I...I want to do business and need funds. I, I, I...I have earned the money now, and I can use it to pay grandma back... ⋯”
The old woman gasped and said: "Huh! What kind of business do you do in business?"
The stall owner took out a large wallet from his trouser pocket and took out a handful of banknotes, almost two hundred thousand.
Aguan made a sound and was about to speak.
"He is my partner! Let's do business together..." The stall owner pulled Aguan over and whispered in Aguan's ear: "Baby, I will really pay you back your money. First, Help put on a good show, and I will repay you well and don't make my grandma sad, okay?" Aguan was stunned and said nothing.
The old woman put down the cane, sighed after looking at the bruises on their bodies, walked into the small room, and took out gauze and potion.
"I told these tigers to bite you as soon as they saw you, the dead monkey grandson." The old woman wiped her tears and said slowly, while using toilet paper to wipe the blood stains on the stall owner's arm.
"My name is Aguan..." Aguan took the buns handed over by Sixth Po.
The sixth wife is Artai's grandmother, and Artai is the owner of the stall.
"What an evil thing! I asked those tiger masters to bite my unscrupulous grandson, but they bit you too. What an evil thing!" Sixth Po laughed and said, "You guys are enjoying the wind outside, and eat a few meat buns to block it. Hold your stomach, I'll make dinner for you."
The stall owner's name is Sun Guotai. Those who are nice to him call him "A Tai", and those who are not good to him call him "Monkey Sun" or "Monkey Sun Tai".
Atai is in his early twenties and has no formal occupation. He usually lives by stealing, robbing and defrauding, and from time to time he will come to ask for some money from his grandmother.
A few days ago, Atai, encouraged by a few friends, wanted to try business, but he had no capital. He had no choice but to sneak into Grandma's dilapidated temple in the middle of the night, steal the more than 200,000 yuan that Grandma had saved so hard, and use it to start a business that was said to be a guaranteed profit. But all was lost. He didn't know how to explain it to his sixth wife, so when he saw Aguan's big wallet, he was like a hungry tiger seeing fat, and he decided to snatch it away.
Aguan was leaning on the wall outside the temple, staring at the sky in a daze. Looking out from the small open space in front of the old temple, he could see some apartments. There were also several buildings behind the apartments. The contrast between the old and new buildings was strong. The sky is red and orange, and the sun is going down. Artest was squatting aside, smoking lazily.
Aguan himself doesn't know why he still stays here and acts with this ruffian who robbed him of his money, even though he can't get the money back anymore.
Is it because I can't bear to destroy the old man's hope, or is it because Artai is still a ruffian, but he can still be called filial, so he doesn't dislike him too much?
"Aguan, I will keep this favor in mind, and I will definitely pay you back if I have the money!" Atai spoke first.
"Yeah." Aguan shrugged, indicating that it didn't matter.
"Why don't you stay here for the night? There are many rooms here, and I want to discuss it with you. How about we join forces to make money? Haha!" Artest said happily.
"I have no interest in selling fake charms to deceive people." Aguan shook his head.
"It's not about selling fake charms. My friends and I plan to get a few computers and set up a website on the Internet to sell color films. It will be very profitable. I see that you have a lot of pocket money. You must be a child from a wealthy family. Are you interested? Investment?" Artai raised his eyebrows, chuckled, and kept encouraging Aguan. He didn't stop until he saw Aguan put on a bad face.
