Xu Shizhong covered his face and returned to Xu's house. He found some domestic thugs and planned to go back to find a place. However, he was blocked on the way by a group of people that Hu Qiang had brought from a nearby hall...
This was not the Song family outside, and there was no rule against seeing blood during funerals. Naturally, the Qingsha Gang would not be polite and directly dragged Xu Shizhong and the Xu family's thugs into an alley and beat them.
And at the Song family's funeral banquet...
The guests at the banquet were talking about the story of "Liu Shen of the Qingsha Gang" after dinner. They did not notice at all that the person sitting at the same table with his head covered and eating rice was the Liu Shen they called Liu Shen.
Before the funeral banquet was over, he saw that Pei Hongyu had "regained his strength" and walked out again with firm eyes...
It didn't take long.
Hu Qiang led a team of men into the Song family's residence, and led his brothers around Liu Shen's table as if asking for merit.
When the various banquet guests who were discussing the Qingsha Gang just now saw this situation, they were all like quails, hunching their necks and not daring to take a breath...
They could all tell that this group of people must be from the Qingsha Gang. At the same time, they were all wondering, what were the people from the Qingsha Gang doing in the Song family?
Liu Shen put down the chopsticks in his hands and asked with a frown: "Why are you doing such a big battle?"
"hey-hey…"
Hu Qiang scratched his head in embarrassment and said, "Brothers heard that it was Hall Master Liu who told me this, so they rushed over one by one."
"..."
When Liu Shen heard that it was due to his 'prestige', he didn't know what to say and asked, "Has the matter been settled?"
"It's done!"
Hu Qiang leaned into his ear and whispered: "Hall Master Qian gave you a message, saying that if you are okay, you can go to his place to watch the pig slaughtering, and have a drink by the way..."
"I'm interested..."
Liu Shen nodded slightly. Seeing that more than ten people from the Qingsha Gang were standing around and attracting the attention of others, he cupped his hands and said, "Thank you all brothers for your love. The funeral banquet is not over yet. If you haven't had lunch yet, you might as well Go to the mourning hall, kowtow, and have some food on the table.”
"It's gone, it's gone..."
Hu Qiang waved his hands hurriedly and cursed with a smile: "The matter is done. Hall Master Liu has also seen it. Quickly kowtow to Master Song and go to the table to eat. Don't be an eyesore here."
Only then did the Qingsha Gang break up...
Liu Shen saw the people sitting at the table looking at him secretly from the corner of his eye, and knew that Hu Qiang and others had exposed their identities this time...
So he lost interest in continuing to eat. He stood up, cupped his hands and said with a smile: "Mr. Liu has some personal matters, so I will stay here soon. You guys eat well and drink well..."
After saying that, he left...
When the people at the table saw him walking away, they all looked at each other with lingering fear, and then ate with their heads covered, and no one said a word...
The funeral feast is over.
After Pei Xueyan beat the flags and threw the tiles, the Song family held a funeral...
Whether they were servants or shopkeepers of the Song family, they were all wearing sackcloth and mourning. Those who scattered paper money, carried elegiac couplets, and carried coffins. The group left the city in a mighty manner...
Because Mr. Song has no descendants, Pei Xueyan can only walk in the front carrying the soul-drawing flag...
When pedestrians on the road saw the funeral procession, they all tacitly stepped aside to give way. Only a slovenly old man who had just entered the city stood blankly in the middle of the road...
The sloppy old man stared at Pei Xueyan's face, his brows furrowed, and he muttered something in his mouth.
Pei Xueyan saw a sloppy old Taoist blocking the road with no intention of giving way, so he stepped forward to persuade him, "Can you trouble the Taoist priest to make way for us?"
"Something's wrong...something's wrong with this life..."
The sloppy old man only frowned and muttered, turning a deaf ear to her words...
Pei Xueyan saw that the other party was acting crazy and seemed to be no ordinary person, so she patiently advised him: "Taoist Priest, can you make way for me when my family is having a funeral?"
"The poor Taoist Hua Yangzi is here to punish you..."
The old Taoist named Huayangzi bowed and said with a smile: "Bulk, I think your fate is mysterious, which is a sign of great blessings. However, if the Yintang turns black and the bad luck accumulates, it is a blessing that brings disaster, and misfortune brings blessing." It’s a perfect match.”
"..."
Pei Xueyan frowned slightly, feeling that what this old Taoist said was confusing and unclear...
Hua Yangzi clicked his tongue twice and sighed to himself: "This kind of fortune telling is rare in the world, and this is the first time for me to see it."
"oh?"
Pei Xueyan was surprised when he heard this, and there was some unspeakable contempt and disdain in his expression...
Her life began to change from a fortune telling; Mr. Song believed in fortune for half his life, but in the end he smashed the Bodhisattva statue in anger.
Everything is life!
Nothing matters!
She now sneered at the word 'fate' and asked, "I dare to ask, sir, but I don't know what's so rare about my fate?"
"this……"
After hearing the words, Hua Yangzi pondered for a while and said, "Without the help of noble people, the layman will probably have to suffer for half his life before the time comes."
The sloppy old Taoist seemed to be trying to increase his persuasiveness, and added: "If the poor Taoist's prediction is correct, in these years, people close to lay people will more or less have some bad luck, or lose their wealth, or have disasters. In serious cases, you may even lose your life;”
"Although lay people have a miserable life, they often get blessings out of misfortune. All kinds of things are caused by the bad luck of worshiping lay people and Yintang."
"If we can use means to eliminate the bad luck on the layman, based on the layman's fortune alone, his fortune and wealth will be the best."
"..."
Hearing this, Pei Xueyan felt more and more that the old Taoist in front of her was a liar. She raised her eyebrows and asked, "Listen to what the Taoist said, is the Taoist my nobleman?"
"Don't dare to take it seriously..."
Hua Yangzi said that he didn't dare to take it seriously, but his hand was stroking the beard on his chin, with a calm expression, as if 'it must be me'...
"The rule of Pindao's lineage is that each generation can only accept two disciples, one male and one female, to teach and solve doubts. Unfortunately, a female disciple has been accepted a few years ago, and there is still one male disciple left under the sect..."
"Logically speaking, lay people are not within the scope of Pindao's choice of disciples, but it is rare to meet someone with such a mysterious destiny as a lay person here. This fate cannot be ignored."
"As long as the layman is willing, Pindao can make an exception and take the layman as his second disciple!"
"As long as you join Pindao's sect, Pindao will not only use means to eliminate the bad luck on the lay people, but also teach the lay people how to practice..."
Just when Hua Yangzi was stroking his beard and bragging about his lineage, Pei Yingli walked out of the funeral procession with a cold face and scolded him: "Where is the crazy old man blocking the road here?"
"..."
Hua Yangzi was stunned when he was scolded...
Pei Yingli sold his daughter to the Song family for fortune-telling, and now he wants to try to steal his daughter's family property. He has something in his heart...
Now that I see my daughter talking about fortune-telling with a sloppy old man who talks too much, I am also afraid that my daughter will think of the unbearable past...
"Don't you see this is a funeral procession?"
Pei Yingli stepped forward and pulled the slovenly old man aside, scolding: "You don't choose the occasion to learn these evil ways to deceive people? This is a funeral! You are an old man, you want to follow suit?"
"..."
Hua Yangzi's face trembled when he was scolded. Before he could speak, he heard the female layman with a mysterious fate speak again: "Dad, give the old man some money. Don't waste your time."
"..."
Pei Yingli nodded when he heard this, took out a few silver beans from his body and threw them into the arms of the sloppy old man, warning: "Take the silver and leave quickly, don't delay our auspicious burial!"
Upon seeing this, Pei Xueyan nodded slightly to Hua Yangzi, and then waved his hand, signaling the funeral procession to follow him and continue moving forward.
"..."
Hua Yangzi looked at the few small silver beans in his hand blankly, and his old face twisted into a ball...
He looked at the funeral procession that was already drifting away, and seemed to have come back to his senses. He murmured with disbelief: "I... am I being regarded as a liar?"
The people watching the excitement laughed when they saw this, and said jokingly: "Old Jianghu, don't be too greedy, as long as you can make some money."
"As expected of an old Jianghu, you can get it with just a few dollars just by talking."
Another person also joked: "By the way, I just heard you keep saying that I still need a male disciple? Are you always looking for me? I also want to make money by talking, can I become your disciple?"
"Hahahahaha~"
There was laughter and laughter all around...
Hua Yangzi just smiled when he heard the joking around him and didn't take it to heart. He just looked at the funeral procession in the distance and said with a sigh: "It's not destined to happen after all. It's a pity..."
After saying that, he turned around and left. It seemed that he had only taken a few steps, but his figure had disappeared into the street...
In the mouth of Qingsha Gangtang.
Ning Sanniang sat cross-legged in the quiet room, her skin glowing with precious light, and her true energy hovering above her head, constantly stabilizing her cultivation that had just broken through to the fifth realm...
Suddenly, she seemed to sense something. After opening her eyes, she straightened up in excitement. When she opened the door and saw the sloppy back, her eyes lit up and she exclaimed: "Master!"
