The old man was performing on the street, chopped off his grandson's head with a knife, and then, carrying a gong, gathered around the crowd to beg for rewards.
But after receiving the reward, he put his grandson's head back on and was about to perform the art of bringing the dead back to life, but something went wrong.
The grandson did not come back to life as expected, but never moved again. This scared the people around him. Was this murder?
The old man suddenly understood that this was an expert!
He turned back to look at the crowd and bowed deeply: "My son and grandson came to this treasured land for the first time. They have never visited the master before, so they burned incense and paid homage to the pier.
It's the younger one's fault. I hope someone can help me and give my grandson a way to live. From now on, the grandson and grandson will never go to Xiangyang City again!
I'm here, thank you! "
Bow deeply and bow again and again!
As soon as I heard these words, I knew that something was fishy. Only a few words could allow everyone to figure out the general context of the matter.
This should be the grandfather and grandson of the old man. They came here to perform as entertainers and ask for rewards. They did not visit the local dock, so the local capable master blocked his magic to bring his grandson back to life.
In other words, his grandson is really going to die!
It's just that the old man is bowing down so humbly, will this master hidden in the crowd let him go?
This is enough to arouse everyone's curiosity!
Liu Rong also stopped trying to call the guards.
Only then did he remember that there was Su Lie, the Dragon King of Hanjiang, beside him. Since he was the Dragon King, he should know something about such mysterious things that others didn't know.
He couldn't help but ask softly: "Su Lie, what kind of trick did this old man play? Did he really let someone harm him?"
Since Su Lie is the Dragon King, the aura of the old man who performed on the stage just now when he was connecting his grandson's head can show that he is a capable person.
He probably also thought about the spell of cutting off the head and renewing it: "Huifu Zun, if this old man read it correctly, he should be lucky enough to learn the technique of continuing the head among the seventy-two Taoist earth evil techniques.
You can cut off your own head or someone else's head and put it back on again!
According to folklore, Judge Lu from the underworld once changed people's heads, and he used this method!
But what is strange is that if you really have such ability, how can you be reduced to performing on the street?
It’s really puzzling!
But looking at the current scene, there should be an expert in the crowd who blocked his next stunt and used the spell to bring people back to life!
If one thing is not done well, if the master in the crowd is unhappy, his grandson may really die! "
Liu Rong understood.
"What you mean is that this old man originally wanted to use the Taoist Seventy-Two Earthly Evil Techniques he learned to cut off his grandson's head and then reattach it when he was performing, to get some points. Reward.
As a result, when I came to Xiangyang City, I didn't visit the dock or visit the local experts, so I was hindered by the local experts.
Want him to kill his grandson? "
Su Lie nodded: "Yes! This matter is too vicious. One of the evils is that he asked a grandfather to kill his grandson, but he couldn't save him.
The second evil is to destroy a cultivator's Taoist heart. Think about his own grandson's death because he personally cut off his head.
From then on, he would no longer make any progress in practicing Taoism, because his Taoist heart was broken!
Therefore, this so-called expert hiding in the crowd has a deep mind and can even be said to be vicious! "
Liu Rong nodded. He could probably figure out the key just by thinking about it.
So, he asked a follower to quietly go find the government servant, and then he continued to look down.
The old man on the stage saw that no one in the crowd was willing to stand up and reconcile. His grandson was still lying on the stage without making any sound.
It seemed that the other party was determined to kill his grandson. The old man became angry instantly. He glanced at everyone in the audience coldly and snorted: "Since the local masters are not willing to give the old man a way to live, then the old man has no choice but to fight. The net is broken!"
There was still no sound from the audience in the audience, because the audience in the audience were also looking around to see who would stand up and admit that they were the masters.
Unexpectedly, no one responded!
The old man had no choice but to take out a small earthen jar from his arms and take out a golden melon seed. He put the golden melon seed in the palm of his hand, gathered his strength for a long time, and then gently blew on the melon seed.
With this breath, the melon seeds took root and sprouted, and a short vine grew in his palm. A flower grew on the vine. The flower bloomed and fell, and a watermelon quickly grew out.
The old man took out a dagger, but instead of doing anything to the watermelon, he shouted to all the audience in the audience again.
"There is no need to kill the fish or kill the net. Please give your child a hand and let the child go!"
The old man swore that as long as the master lets this happen and the child recovers, we will leave Xiangyang City immediately and never step foot further again.
May I? "
When he said this, the old man had already used a pleading tone, but there was still no movement in the crowd, and no one came out to admit it, and no one saw the child waking up on the stage.
Seeing this, the old man gritted his teeth: "In that case, you can't blame me!"
He raised the knife and dropped it, and the melon vine growing in his palm, and a watermelon as big as a human head growing out of the melon vine, fell to the ground very neatly.
Just as the watermelon was chopped off with a knife, a scream came from the crowd. The moment everyone heard the scream, a large area was vacated.
Then he saw that in the vacated area, a monk had fallen to the ground with his head missing.
"Killed!"
Everyone exclaimed and turned to look at the stage, only to find that the child who had been silent had finally woken up again.
Sure enough, it was the monk who did not wake up just now. Now that the monk was killed by the old man with a spell, his grandson also woke up.
Everyone present has had an eye-opening experience today. Can a head be reattached after being chopped off? Can a person be resurrected after death?
There is also this wonderful fight. The monk couldn't stand the showman, so he tried to stop it, but in the end he lost his life.
However, no matter what, a life was lost after all.
As the prefect, Liu Rong naturally could not turn a blind eye. The officer he had sent for was already hurriedly arriving.
The old man on the stage and his grandson saw the difference and hurried over, planning to leave.
He quickly stepped forward and asked the old man, actually just to hold him back: "Old man, did this monk die at your hands?
Where is his head? "
That's right!
At this time, the monk's body fell in the open space among the crowd and his head was missing. As for the person who is said to have lost his head, how can you be sure that he is a monk?
It's because the other person is wearing a monk's robe and cassock, and he seems to have a pot in his hand!
(End of chapter)
