Du Xiong spent more than half a month on a trip to Peiping. When he returned to Liuyin City, he saw that his tailor shop was closed. He was puzzled and walked into the clothing store to ask the eldest sister who was busy giving clothes to a customer. While trying on clothes, she had no time to talk, so she only gave a cursory nod to Du Xiong. After the customer who was trying on clothes left, she looked at Du Xiong who was still leaning on his cane and said: Well, what did you gain from your trip to Peking?
If you don't talk about it, nothing will be gained. When Du Xiong answered, he looked frustrated and tired. He steeled himself and asked: Do you know where Liu Li went? Why is my tailor shop closed? Of course the elder sister understood. She smiled mysteriously and said: How do I know where your lover is? You didn't give her to me before you left. To say that your store has been closed for a few days, it seems that it was closed the day after you left, and it has never been opened until now.
When Du Xiong was wondering, the eldest lady stood at the door of the store and pointed out: Isn't your lover here? Du Xiong turned around and looked outside. A woman with blond hair and a brown leather bag on her back appeared in front of the store. He simply didn't recognize it and he didn't dare to look at it firmly. The woman had a high nose, fair face, and long eyelashes. She didn't look at all at all. A woman like myself. Just as he was hesitating, the woman looked at him and shouted in surprise: Du Xiong, have you been to Peiping?
went. Hearing the familiar voice, Du Xiong was convinced that she was his woman, so he continued: It's all in vain if you go.
yes! Don't you need surgery? Liu Li looked at him holding the stick and seemed disappointed.
These words seemed to hit Du Xiong's pain point. He walked out of the store with a stick and said repeatedly: Don't talk, don't talk. He changed the subject again: Liu Li, I've been away from home for so long, why did you close the doors of the tailor shop? Liu Li approached him and lowered her voice: Husband, do you feel that I have changed? Du Xiong smelled the smell of powder coming from her body, and his eyes moved around her body, as if he was trying to detect something. Liu Li said again: I am doing this all for you.
What for me? Du Xiong asked inexplicably.
Liu Li approached the tailor shop, took out the key from her purse and opened the door. There was a musty smell inside. Du Xiong entered the tailor shop and continued to ask: What for me?
Husband, this is what I think. You went to Peking not so much for surgery, but for plastic surgery. You already have a good image, but if the problems on your feet are corrected, you will become a fit man. In order to be worthy of you and not lose your image, I went to the beauty salon the second day after you left for Peking...
No more, no more. Du Xiong still looked depressed when he spoke.
Who knew your trip to Peking would be in vain? Liu Li still spoke firmly.
Can you stop talking? Du Xiong knocked his cane heavily on the floor and scolded himself, saying that not only could he not perform the operation, but he had also been tricked by the master of the White Horse Temple. Liu Li was very nervous because of his low mood. She didn't dare to interrupt when she saw him scolding the mage indiscriminately with such a terrifying look.
At this time, the Yin Chai from the City God's Temple in Liuyin City passed by and heard him angrily scolding the mage from the Baima Temple in Peking. He was surprised and went back to the City God's Temple to report the matter to the City God. I received incense in the temple. I heard that the lame Du Xiong was so rude and a little unfair. It is not known whether the master in the White Horse Temple offended him. But it can be guessed that the master is a practitioner. His heart is as still as water, calm and indifferent. It is impossible. Any conflict with laity.
Of course, there was a reason after all. The city god wanted to find out the matter, so he immediately asked Yin Chai to fetch a divine horse. He rode on it, whipped his whip, and the divine horse jumped into the air, soaring into the clouds and walking in the fog, in just one cup of tea. We arrived at the gate of Beiping White Horse Temple.
When the two door gods saw him, they raised their hands together: "The little god is polite." The city god actually returned the gift, jumped off the sacred horse, and was about to speak. The door god armor first said: "Excuse me, city god, why do you come all the way here?"
Nothing else. The city god waved his riding whip gently and asked: Is there a lame grassroots man named Du Xiong in our area who came to the White Horse Temple?
Exactly. Door God B said. Door God A asked: What happened to him?
Did the ordinary people enter the White Horse Temple and have a conflict with the mage in the temple? City God guessed and asked.
No. Door God A laughed, and then told all the details about Du Xiong's misbehavior in the temple and how they used the spell to make his stomach hurt. The City God said: "Du Xiong is mortal with naked eyes. How could he know that it was you who were teaching him a lesson, but he thought it was the Master who was punishing him." I understand this. The Master also helped him and gave him guidance, but he was stubborn and found it difficult to understand. Okay, I'll go back and teach him a lesson.
Door God B came up and said: Forget it! Out of sight, out of hearing, there is no need to care. Even if the mage is scolded and does not hear it in person, even if he knows, he will be tolerated. Let him make his own deeds and receive their own retribution.
The City God said: This is a stoma industry, and the retribution in the next life will be that you will be mute.
Time flies, and decades have passed without realizing it. One day in winter this year, heavy snow fell and the sky was white. The underworld sent an envoy to lure Du Xiong's soul to the City God's Temple. At that time, Du Xiong was already 64 years old. He was bedridden due to hemoptysis in his lungs and was still in a coma. The city god said to Goushi: Since he has taken his soul, why not let him die quickly?
He still has 4 hours left to live, and he is scheduled to lose his energy at Xu Shi. Goushi held out 4 fingers to answer.
The heavy and jingling iron chains did not lock Du Xiong's hands and feet, but were put around his neck. When the hook was pulling him in, he shouted along the way: I don't want to die, I don't want to die, let me go. , let me go. Goushi teased: Have you heard of it? The King of Hell told you to die at the Yin hour, so don't expect to live until the Mao hour. If you still scream, I will sew your mouth shut immediately with iron needles and copper wire. Du Xiong didn't scream anymore, tears streaming down his face, and he reluctantly walked behind Gou Shi with his stick.
At this time, the city god ordered the temple servants to bring tea to the messengers, and at the same time sent people to examine Du Xiong's various sins during his lifetime. Gou Shi took a sip of tea and said, "Thank you for your hard work. Please hurry up and prepare the case file of this sinful soul. Four hours later, Du Xiong died of anger in the Yangshi world. I escorted his spirit body to the Palace of Prince Qin Guang for interrogation."
In a room in the City God's Temple, Du Xiong refused to cooperate with the interrogator's examination. He kept his head down while asking questions. The interrogator grabbed his hair and pulled him up. He screamed in pain, blinked his eyes and still did not speak. It's really a dead pig that's not afraid of boiling water.
The interrogator slapped the record book on the table and said angrily: This guy is too servile. You will not admit it until you are sent to the mirror to see your bad deeds revealed one by one with your own eyes.
Du Xiong had never heard of the Nie Jingtai, but he guessed that it must be a place where he couldn't go and was not good for him.
He was seen holding his head with both hands, fearing that the interrogator would pull his hair again. He was still in pain from being picked up just now. He was still frightened, and sighed and said: People in the world often say that death is like the extinguishing of a lamp. It seems that what is extinguished is the human body, but the human spirit cannot be extinguished!
