To the west of the county government office, there are lush forests and bamboo trees.
In an exquisite mansion that doesn't look luxurious on the outside, but is magical inside, Tang Wencai, who is over thirty years old, is still not sleepy at all.
Don't look at Baling County. Some time ago, there were serial murders by picking flowers, demons and cannibals, revenge of basilisks, and even gang fights. All kinds of chaos show that this is by no means a safe place to live, even if you have a small fortune. A wealthy family cannot guarantee that they will be able to live a good life.
You never know when an unexpected disaster will come.
However, these worries do not include Tang Wencai.
He had his back against the county government office. As the county magistrate's personal book boy, no one dared to mess with him under normal circumstances, not to mention walking sideways in Baling.
Yes, he is Shi Mo.
It has been called this name for twenty years.
For such a long time, he even forgot his own surname, and could no longer remember his parents' surnames.
After being sold to the Wen family at the age of nine, he had one and only one name.
It's "Serving Mo".
"Even if I am just a book boy for the rest of my life, what's wrong? A few years ago, some people still talked about some embarrassing things I did back then. It's a pity that those people are now cold.
As for me, although I don’t have any job now, and I don’t have any great status...but ask, which wealthy family in Baling dares not to call me brother? "
Tang Wencai sat up in his clothes with cold eyes. Lying on the bed was his eighth concubine, the third concubine of the Baling royal family.
Logically speaking, the Wang family has extraordinary financial resources and cannot afford to curry favor with the county magistrate's book boy. However, the Wang family's business was suppressed at every turn some time ago. Even the members of the family were attacked by bandits when they left the city, and two of them died.
The head of the Wang family is also a sensible person. After asking around, he found out that there was a certain bookboy who was unknown and had no identity, and he was attracted to his third daughter...
The development of the matter was very dramatic. One night, the head of the Wang family personally came forward to invite the scholar to a banquet. Moreover, he personally offered his third daughter to her with a smile on his face, and told her to flatter her well.
"Some things are so cruel. This person has to believe in evil. No matter how courageous he is, it's useless..."
Tang Wencai glanced at the beautiful girl who was covered in bruises, stretched out his hand to gently wipe away the tears on the girl's face, smoothed her frowning frown due to pain and fear, and said with a smile: "I remember, your second brother is a He was so brave that after drinking, he talked about me with some younger brothers, saying that because I sell my butt well, I dare to bully others, do you think he is right?"
"No, no... He is not my second brother, he is just a fool. He is already dead. He was killed by bandits."
The girl endured the heart-wrenching headache. Her bruised face did not dare to show the slightest hint of anger. Instead, she forced out a smile to please, "That person died well, and it would be great if the whole Wang family died."
"Haha, you also think that selling one's ass well is a skill, right? Everyone knows it, but no one dares to say it. Why do you think so? With the County Lord protecting you, whoever says it will die."
"yes……"
The girl didn't know how to reply at all.
She was afraid that if she said a few more words, she would be beaten to death by this "master".
In total, she was the eighth concubine, but the seventh concubine in front of her was already dead.
The specific cause of death is not known. I heard that he was randomly buried in the backyard garden. The flowers grew particularly bright.
"Sir, the county magistrate suddenly lost his temper. He is drinking wine and said he wants to write a letter..."
Just as Tang Wencai's expression gradually turned ferocious, an anxious message came from outside the door.
The sound hit my ears.
Tang Wencai shuddered, stood up quickly, and walked to the door. When he opened the door, he kicked him so hard that he flew two feet away and blood spurted out from his mouth.
"How many times have I told you not to shout too loudly when you call me master? There is only one master in Baling. Do you know that if anyone hears it, I will be killed by you?"
He took a long breath, shrank his neck, bowed his waist slightly, his figure became more obscene, and his face was filled with a bright smile like a chrysanthemum. He hurriedly walked to the door, muttering as he walked: " The master still needs me, so I must go and serve him quickly, and I must not delay his important event."
Soon, Tang Wencai arrived at the backyard of the county government office. With a humble and respectful face, he served the county lord Wen Zhongguang sincerely and carefully, poured him tea, and gently ground the ink... And, he did so lightly. Standing behind Wen Zhongguang, he stretched out his small fist and gently hit his master on the shoulder.
Wen Zhongguang's frown relaxed a little, and he sighed contentedly: "Shi Mo, you still know how to serve people. Alas, these days are getting more and more difficult. Unexpectedly, that Zhang Bailing turned out to be the weather , there is nothing the Qingyu Gang can do to him."
"Don't worry, sir. Over the years, so many tyrannical thugs have been showing off their power, but they have turned into grass and lonely graves one by one... With the name of the imperial court, even if I gave him ten courages, he would not dare to do any harm to the county government. .As long as we invite experts, how can this beast continue to cause trouble?"
"Shi Mo, you still understand me. It's a pity that Taoist Sangmu didn't unite with the masters of the Qingyu Gang to hide and attack secretly. Instead, he went to deal with the girl from the White Dragon Society. As a result, the good situation was ruined... ...He was so careless. If he hadn't been hiding in the Wen family's deep courtyard all these years, I'm afraid he would have been dead for who knows how long."
Wen Zhongguang sighed. After all, Taoist Sangmu had lived in the Wen family for a long time, and they had some feelings for each other.
It's a pity that if you want to do some shady things in the future, you won't have many means. I really don't know what to say.
"Take this letter, seal it, and send it to Bodhi Courtyard. If you don't want to let go of the child, you won't be able to trap the wolf. There are some things that you can't care about anymore."
Of course, the book boy was not just a book boy. Tang Wencai also secretly trained some good spies and spies. He might not be able to deal with the gangsters, but he was good at bullying ordinary people, running errands, and inquiring about information.
"Deliver a message?"
Tang Wencai bent down and took it respectfully, gently blowing dry the dripping ink, and inadvertently glanced at the contents from the corner of his eye.
Wen Zhongguang's handwriting is full of vigor and vitality. I have read it thousands of times over the years and it is very easy to recognize.
"Seeing the words is like seeing the face, Master Guangfa..."
He looked at the ten lines at a glance and thought that the master wanted to invite Zen Master Guangfa from Bodhi Court to come and teach the Dharma. It would be best if there was a master accompanying him.
'This is a serious crime of violating the laws of the imperial court and accidentally confiscating a house and exterminating an entire family. How dare you be so bold? I don't know what you can rely on? '
'Could it be that in order to save his life, he already wanted to make a desperate move and completely sell Baling County to those monks? If so, what about me? I have been serving as a humble dog-like servant for so many years, just waiting to find an official position. Isn't it all in vain? It's pity that I have secretly learned a lot of poetry and articles for so many years. Before I can show my talent, I am going to live in exile and become a criminal? '
'No, if it really comes to a critical moment, the county magistrate might be able to take the family under the protection of Bodhi Courtyard. When the imperial army comes over, these servants like me are all dead. '
The more Tang Wencai thought about it, the more worried he became, and the more he thought about it, the more frightened he became. His bent waist did not straighten up for a while.
He didn't realize that an illusory figure had quietly entered his mind when he received the letter.
When he raised his head to look again, the face of the county master seemed to have become extremely ferocious, as if he had returned to eighteen years ago, when the master was not a master, but a young master.
One day, because the woman he admired was scornful and reviled, the young master felt depressed, so he took out his anger on himself...
From then on, Tang Wencai died, leaving only a twisted and struggling book boy named Shi Mo.
There is only one loyal dog of the Wen family.
"Why? Why? Just because your Wen family is rich, you can humiliate people at will and make people unable to stand up?"
"For so many years, I have been loyal and endured humiliation, but I was not able to get an official position. Not to mention the chief clerk, I would have been a master. Could it be that I was born to be a servant?"
A surge of anger, for some unknown reason, rushed straight to his forehead. Thinking of the pain he had endured for so many years, Tang Wencai decided he couldn't bear it anymore.
He looked at the hot tea that was boiling on the stove. He suddenly lifted it up and poured it over the head of the county magistrate.
"ah……"
A shrill roar.
Wen Zhongguang was so burned that he jumped like a toad and even his chair fell to the ground.
He rolled and crawled on the ground, looked at his book boy in fear, and screamed: "Someone, kill him."
This is simply impossible to guard against.
I just handed over the letter and picked up a Book of Songs, trying to calm myself down and refine my sentiments.
It has to be said that the county magistrate still pays great attention to personal cultivation. Although the situation in Baling is very unfavorable, he is not panic at all, thinking of various ways to break the situation and thinking about the future.
Unexpectedly, he was showered with boiling water without noticing the boy's behavior.
The blisters started to appear right before his eyes, and the burning pain made him panic. Wasn't he losing his appearance? How could he see anyone in the future?
Hearing the magistrate's shout, several figures flashed out from behind the screen, one with a sword and the other with a knife.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, the wind is as sharp as cutting.
Tang Wencai's hands and feet were cut off on the spot, and a human stick appeared in the study.
This is Wen Zhongguang's personal bodyguard. He has been a county magistrate for many years and is the local emperor in Baling County. He has done countless dirty things that are unknown to the public. Wen Zhongguang naturally has to be on guard.
There are not many dead soldiers who have been trained, there are still a dozen or so.
When he saw someone hurting him, he would naturally act mercilessly.
Wen Zhongguang squinted his eyes, and the blisters on his face were swollen. He stepped forward and kicked the scholar's stick, and a terrifying and fierce light burst out from his eyes.
"Who, who ordered you to harm me?"
Shi Mo came to his senses, and the pain was so severe that he couldn't hide the panic in his heart: "Master, I was wronged. I lost my mind for a while, and I had absolutely no intention of harming you. You have been loyal to me for so many years. Please let me go." I have a way out."
"Drag him out and kill him. Don't dirty my study."
Wen Zhongguang was in great pain and ordered coldly. He still couldn't understand his hatred and shouted angrily. He almost drew out his sword and stabbed the book boy to death himself.
Soon, the guards dragged the book boy Shi Mo out of the room, and a scream was heard.
Wen Zhongguang gasped for a long time, then woke up and wanted to call the doctor to treat his injuries.
After enduring the burn and treating it for half an hour, he applied ointment and felt better. Wen Zhongguang felt very tired and came to Jingxin Pavilion early.
This is the residence of his thirteenth-room concubine. The concubine he just took in is not tired of it yet.
Listening to the soft words of his beautiful concubine Xiaodie, Wen Zhong's aura faded a little, and evil fire emerged in his heart, so he pulled Xiaodie and started to applaud.
Momentarily panting like an ox.
After half a stick of incense, Wen Zhongguang suddenly raised his head to the sky and let out a roar of extreme pain.
The pain this time was ten times more painful than scalding your head with boiling water.
He looked down and saw blood.
The beautiful concubine whom I loved the most during this period was viciously cutting off my penis with a pair of scissors.
There was a burst of blood.
The huge psychological and physical trauma made Wen Zhongguang want to cry without tears.
"you you……"
"What are you, you killed my parents, I can't wait to eat your flesh and sleep on your skin!"
As she spoke, Xiaodie rushed forward with scissors again.
Fortunately, Wen Zhongguang had learned some body-building boxing styles, which he usually used to exercise. At this critical moment, he endured the pain that made people want to faint, and after suffering two bloody holes in his body, he finally got rid of his beautiful concubine. Xiaodie choked to death.
Soon, a doctor came over to help him deal with his injuries.
After bandaging and medication, he was stabilized.
Wen Zhongguang, who suffered excessive blood loss and suffered a double blow, was already weak at this time. Lying on the couch with tears streaming down her face.
He didn't understand what was happening.
Not only did the book boy scald himself with boiling water, but the usually obedient concubine Xiaodie was so bold that she even risked her life to perform a powerful attack.
"The Sword Comes"
Looking at their crazy performance, these two people seemed to be crazy.
Lying on the bed at this time, Wen Zhongguang felt very unsafe. He only felt that this huge county government was full of dangers. Even the eyes of the dead guards looking at him became a little eerie.
"Quickly, call Madam and Zhao'er over and guard me. It hurts me to death."
At this moment, he wanted to see his son.
The son is already fifteen years old. He is elegant and noble. He was taught by a famous teacher when he was young. He has already been selected as a scholar. He is currently studying hard. He is filial to his parents and gentle to his servants...
As for the wife, she came from a scholarly family, was virtuous and kind, took care of her husband and raised her children at home, and, without being jealous, even made arrangements to get a concubine for herself, saying that she wanted to make the Wen family prosperous. It is a good thing to have more branches and leaves, and to have more concubines.
Having a wife and children is Wen Zhongguang's greatest joy.
I thought that I had worked hard and collected property for so many years just for my son...
He missed his son.
The son came soon, and the wife followed behind, jogging so closely that she almost didn't fall.
Seeing Wen Zhongguang in such miserable condition, Wen Tongzhao's expression changed drastically. With tears in his eyes, he shouted in pain: "Who, who did this? You have the heart to hurt your father, I want..."
He pulled out the Shizi sword from his waist, his face turned red from suppressing his emotions, and while crying, he slashed it down with the sword.
puff……
Wen Zhongguang's soul was so strong that he had no time to block the sword coming at him.
Blood rushed to his face, and his arm was broken.
"Ah...what are you doing? Zhao'er!"
He couldn't believe his eyes.
This is the son he has worked so hard to cultivate, the son he regards as a treasure.
"I asked you to hit me with a stick, and I asked you to attack me ferociously. Haha, Wen Zhongguang, are you today too?"
Wen Tongzhao laughed wildly and swung his sword down again.
Poof.
Wen Zhongguang's other arm was also broken.
"Someone, come here."
Wen Zhongguang couldn't help but feel the pain in his heart and lungs, lost both arms, rolled on the couch and screamed...
…
"puff!"
Zhang Kun spurted out a mouthful of tea.
The three invisible ghosts released by the Five Yin Flags are really too showy in their tricks.
Intangible and intrusive, all actions seem to come from the heart.
It arouses all kinds of strange thoughts in people's hearts and plays Wen Zhongguang to the point of ecstasy.
It can only be said that it is difficult to get rid of evil thoughts in people's hearts.
It was just a random thought in my mind without any intention of putting it into practice, but suddenly it became a reality.
Even Zhang Kun himself didn't expect that the Five Yin Flags could be played like this.
Wen Zhongguang's extremely high-level evil-proofing talismans, protective Buddhas and other magic tools had no effect at all.
Because this is not evil, but the sudden action of the mortal closest to him.
Recognizing things as one's own will turn everything upside down.
There are physical and material obstacles, and the obedience depends on the heart...
All kinds of piles are the reincarnation of good and evil.
"What a blazing five yin."
