Chapter 69 Mysterious

Pan Qi didn't think it was just an accidental coincidence. Among the people who went to the half-day castle, there would be another greedy one-eyed dragon who came to himself and deliberately said "three names". Obviously, this person was Huang Hu.

The variant clothes and human skin masks given to me by Huang Hu are exquisite. I think he must have some unique skills about changeable appearance. There may be a way to change the height of the person all over the world, and the empty eye sockets like a black hole that have lost their eyes are so real. However, even if the one-eyed man is not Huang Hu, he must be Huang Hu's agent. Pan Qi thought about it carefully and did not have a big impression on him.

Now, it's time to think about the first name.

Pan Qi can't wait to test the power of these three names. It is best to use the first two killings to roughly calculate the rules that Huang Hu did not say, so that the third name will bring something else.

The person I killed must be visible. If Huang Hu is asked to kill Wu Da or Haisha, even if he can do it, I can't verify the results in person. For the forces behind Huang Hu, I believe that it is extremely easy to forge a fake head for me, so it must be the person who can be seen almost every day to erase it. As long as he dies, I will know immediately. Now, it depends on who touches my mold. Pan Qi thought secretly.

Wu Song

For Wu Song, the threat posed by the dead will never be a living person. Although he took Mrs. Wang home, he has no time to think about Qi Si these days.

Since the real county magistrate was put in the cell, Wu Song has become the actual ruler of Yanggu. What can you expect from that phoenix to do? He will only show off his strange smile and show his ability to Wu Song.

"The old man found a good body for me, but I didn't expect that the faceless's ability to change his face could be so pure after death." The fake county magistrate spoke to Wu Song unscrupulously, because there was no one else in the room at this time.

Such ostentatious words have almost become the voice that Wu Song hears every day. He has also gone from his initial dissatisfaction and anger to his current numbness. He is just a pure bird. He is satisfied that he can live in human form. Besides, no matter what the purpose is, he let Haisha survive. He is willing to say a few words. .

"The court issued a conscription document, but I calculated that it was too difficult to recruit enough this time. Yanggu County can no longer meet the requirements. I'm going to the surrounding areas to find some people today. However, I'm afraid that by the beginning of spring next year, there will be no men to cultivate the land, and how can women and children pull the heavy plow. When Wu Song spoke, he felt a kind of compassion in his heart. When he was exiled in the world, he had bet more than once and vowed that if he became the jurisdiction of the place one day, he would definitely keep one side safe and let the people have enough food and clothing.

Until now, he found that he was wrong. In this era, this society will not be changed by the improvement of his own status, and the fate of the poor will not be reversed by the compassion in his heart.

"Bullshit, Wu Song, I changed my appearance and went to the county a few days ago and found that there are still many young and middle-aged people. If you stand on the street for a day and see the right person, you can pull 500 people together. You don't have to stand on the street, just go to the gate of your osmanthus building, come in a suitable one, and forcibly recruit. Three or five days can be almost the same. The sitting posture of the fake county magistrate is quite indecent, but Wu Song has long been used to it.

"You have just been a human being, how do you understand the things in the world? Although there are many young and middle-aged people in Yanggu County, not everyone can move. Many people have *, and even if my forced recruitment can succeed, it will bring endless trouble. Wu Song shook his head.

"Chatter." The Phoenix smiled strangely: "I can't imagine the owner of the tiger soul. The great hero Wu Song is also a character who is afraid of the powerful. I'm afraid that those rich people will stare at you right away."

"I advise you to shut up." Wu Song suddenly felt the sound of the crescent, and the crescent stared at the Phoenix angrily and roared in waves.

"It's a shame to rely on a tiger to defend yourself." Phoenix showed an indifferent expression.

Wu Song is also used to it. This Phoenix is not very fastidious about what he wants to say. However, his purpose is simple, just what he wants to say. This kind of creature that shuttles between life and death has already thrown things other than life in his mind, and all the honors and disgraces are like passing by.

"I'm not afraid of those powerful people." Wu Song explained: "But I know that if Yanggu wants to exist, it must have this class. If I take away all the men in their family, when the parents of the older generation die, the family can only be controlled by women. Although there are many powerful women, after all, it is difficult for men to be leaders. Yanggu's taxation will be unpreserving, and the successive problems will become more serious. In the end, it will be the poor who are unlucky. It's not that I don't want to save them, but most of the time I have a cavity of blood, but I don't know how to change it.

After saying this, Wu Song was silent for a long time. In his mind, he vaguely felt that if one day, if the poor and the powerful can have the same status, he can do things really be flat and will not be constrained everywhere, but Wu Song does not know how to reach that day. This is just an illusory dream.

Phoenix was obviously tired of this topic and waved his hand: "Oku all right, even if what you say makes sense. But I don't care about the conscription. Even if your emperor is blamed, I can change my clothes and run away. They will never catch me, and I can hide in the world of the dead when necessary.

"I know you are not afraid of the imperial court on earth." Wu Song smiled bitterly in his heart. Even if someone chased into the world of the dead and had a great power to catch the Phoenix, how could he shuttle back to the sun? However, there are some things I still want you to come forward. After all, it is always bad for me to participate in excessive management on the surface.

"Chatter, I'm very interested in this." Phoenix has always liked such games.

The discussion on this topic was basically over, and Wu Song didn't like to stay with Phoenix all the time, which made him very awkward, so he got up and left, but he suddenly thought of something.

"Is it possible for the dead to appear again?" Wu Song asked.

"Maybe, your daughter-in-law is. I brought it back." Phoenix answered while looking at his nails.

"No, I mean except for her." There is seriousness in Wu Song's words.

"Oh, that's unlikely. Only a few phoenixes can shuttle between life and death, and nothing else can do, and I guess I am the only one who is as boring as me in these phoenixes. The door of the dead is extremely strong, and it is not easy to return from the world of the dead. Phoenix shook his head.

Wu Song stood for a while, and he decided to ask: "This man was killed by a knife in the house I live in. The seams made by the old man who gave you the future and buried him. But a few days ago, someone saw him in front of my house, and witnesses said that his whole body was covered with blood. Wu Song stopped talking about this.

Phoenix thought about it and said, "If you divide the body with a random blade, it must be the dispersion of yang blood. Since it appears again, it must be a change of the body. The old man was proficient in blood magic. He probably thought that the person who died would change, so he arranged blood magic on the grave in advance. As a result, he was overconfident in his strength and thought it could be suppressed forever. Unexpectedly, after the old man's death, the blood magic was absorbed by the things in the grave. Thinking of this, the violent corpse change could be explained. Chatter, Wu Song, it seems that you are in trouble.

Wu Song felt a sigh of heart, and it seemed that Grandma Wang didn't lie. It's just that this corpse is just Qi Si, and such a person is not afraid of life or death. So he just frowned gently: "For me, the biggest trouble is how to make up 500 people." With that, he waved his hand and walked out of the room.

Wu Song looked at the sky. It was almost noon and he was a little hungry. Since the death of An Daoman, there has been no one to make friends with in the county government. Sometimes he even thought that it would be good if Qi Si could really survive. With this local snake around, he didn't care whether he was hypocritical or not, at least he could talk. Conscription can't be solved for a moment, and there is no need to force yourself at lunch time.

Then let's go to Guihua Tower. After all, it's your own industry. If you don't go, it's not good. Thinking of this, Wu Song took the horse out of the stable and went straight to the Guihua Tower. There are fewer pedestrians on the street than in summer because of the cold weather, and Wu Song's horse travels much faster. For a moment, go to the Osmanthus Building.

Wu Song turned over and disembowed the horse, and naturally there was a reins. There was no need to worry about these things. But at the same time, Wu Er also found a monk standing next to the door of the Osmanthus Building. The monk is huge. Although he wears a cotton robe, he exposes his chest. Although the wind is like a knife, the naked (harmonious vertical and horizontal) exposed skin is nothing different, which shows that the cold and heat he has practiced is excellent. In addition, this man also holds a Zen stick in his hand, carrying a burden behind his back, with a comfortable expression and a smile. Wu Song was just stunned for a moment, and then remembered that this was the Baoguang Buddha Deng Yuanjue who came to the Osmanthus Tower to eat yin and yang eggs and fire soup in summer.

Generally speaking, this person is a friend but not an enemy. Although the yin and yang egg and fire soup are suspected of making things difficult, they still pointed out to themselves in the end, which played a little role in reaching cooperation with the crescent moon.

"Amitabha, Wudutou, didn't you forget to sprinkle your home?" Deng Yuanjue opened his mouth first and took a few steps forward.

"The master has a unique taste, superb metaphysics, and Wu Er dares not forget each other." Wu Song's words are quite funny and sarcastic. But Wu Er was not rude and held his fist to salute.

The monk put the Zen stick to the ground, and the iron Zen stick made a dull collision sound with the bluestone ground. After this sound, the Zen stick actually stood on the ground. After Deng Yuanjue freed his hands, he put his hands together and returned Wu Song a gift.

"Big monk, the bluestone slab at the door was paid by my Osmanthus Building. You broke it like this. Do you know how much money it is?" Wu Song made the conscription very annoying, and Deng Yuanjue used this method to stand up and hit the muzzle of the gun.

Deng Yuanjue supported Wu Song's words and was stunned: "I didn't expect Wudu to be the shopkeeper for a few days, but I really read business. Anyway, the great monk will compensate you. I'm here to discuss something.

"I thought you wouldn't come to me if you had nothing to do." Wu Song said angrily, but still made a gesture of invitation and walked into the Osmanthus Building after Deng Yuanjue.

"Second owner." The guys saw Wu Song bend down and bow one after another.

"The owner." Abacus Liu ran all the way to Wu Song and said, "Your brother is having dinner with other people from the Yanggu Chamber of Commerce. Do you want to call him over?"

"No, I just came for lunch and didn't have time to talk to others. Is there an elegant room upstairs? It's better to stay away from the dinner of the Chamber of Commerce. Wu Song asked.

"Yes, come with me."

Wu Song saw that Liu was observing Deng Yuanjue, but he never asked questions about the monk. Abacus Liu is a very knowledgeable person. Even after the reopening of Guihua Building and falling under the name of Wu, every time Abacus Liu sees Wu Song, he still calls himself "the owner" instead of the "second owner" as others call it. Wu Song didn't say anything, but it was very useful in his heart.

"Big monk, what's the matter? Let's talk while eating. I came here for lunch. I'm sure you haven't eaten yet. Wu Song joked.

"Haha, the family is hungry. Even if you don't come at noon, you have to enter the door to make a relationship."

Although Wu Song has been squeezing Deng Yuanjue since he met, this person is not angry, and his words are quite bold. This is very thoughtful of Wu Song. At this time, he feels that it was a little too much to let Baoguang Buddha compensate for the bluestone slab at the door just now.

The two went upstairs and walked into a very spacious elegant room with Liu Qi's abacus. The room is quite warm, which is very different from the slightly cold lobby. Wu Song stretched out his hand to sit opposite Baoguang Buddha.

"Big monk, you shouldn't avoid meat, should you?" Wu Song suddenly remembered the "yin and yang eggs" ordered by Deng Yuanjue when they first met. This egg should also be regarded as a meat dish.

"The wine and meat have been worn through the intestines, and the Buddha has remained in his heart. As long as you don't kill, don't hear about killing, and don't kill for yourself, this is 'three clean meat', and it is also a kind of practice for monks to eat 'three clean meat'. Deng Yuanjue talked about it.

But Wu Song didn't agree. Come to me for dinner. This meat is naturally killed for you. It can't be regarded as Sanjing meat.

"Dou, the livestock in the kitchen will never change their fate because of my arrival or not. The ending of the dead soul under the knife has already been written down."

Deng Yuanjue is not angry or happy, just like a clay Buddha fetus in a temple. This makes Wu Song look very moved, and Baoguang Buddha's words also refer to it, which is quite Zen.

(In fact, except for Chinese Buddhism, which has been vegetarian because of Emperor Wu of Liang, no other countries have practiced vegetarianism. In the Buddhist scriptures and precepts, the World Honored One has made it very clear that Buddha's disciples hold the precept of "not killing life" and have compassion for all sentient beings, but have opened "three pure meat" in terms of diet. Sanjing meat is not killed, not killed, and not killed for me. This is what the ordinary fasting masters provide for. If you live in the deep mountains to practice, the Buddha will add two more: one is "bird remnants", that is, birds and beasts eat the remaining animal meat; the other is "self-death" and they die by themselves. If these two are included, it is "five pure meat".)

Wu Song thought for a long time: "Great monk, what's the matter with you coming to me this time?"

"All of them are quick to talk about. They must not say anything about it, and they won't let me have a good meal. No, they all said that I'm here to help you this time. Deng Yuanjue spoke mysteriously.

"Help me? Then I'm so happy. Master, what I have been most worried about recently is that there is not enough recruitment. Could it be that the monks in the temple feel that it is not enough to keep the precepts and want to go to the battlefield to kill people? If so, I would very welcome it. It's just that I'm afraid there is no 'three clean meat' on the battlefield. Wu Song said disdainfully that he had always felt that Deng Yuanjue was a person who liked to make mysterious things. Only people with great magical power like Zhang Tianshi were really capable of helping themselves, but he also wanted to hear what medicine was sold in Deng Yuanjue's gourd.

"I saw you this time, and you are much better than last time. But as soon as I walk and stop, I don't have that dragon walk and tiger step. I think it's inconvenient to stimulate the power of the tiger. Sometimes it will be very troublesome.

"You are very accurate. You're right, and then what?" Wu Song is very uncomfortable with this kind of good inducement.

"Then I sent a sharp weapon to the head." Deng Yuanjue took out a book from the bag and handed it to Wu Song.

Wu Song took it in his hand and looked carefully and found that the book did not have a cover. He carefully opened a page of the book with his nails, and the official who died tragically by spitting with his fingers made Wu Song be particularly careful when dealing with similar things. After turning a few pages, I found that it was a very ordinary book, which only recorded the lives of some people, not the boxing score I imagined.

"What is this?" Wu Song asked.

"This book is called Historical Records, which was written by Ma Qian, a historian in the Han Dynasty. Of course, I know that I have no interest in literature and history, but this book is indeed not ordinary. I still hope that they will read more when they have nothing to do. I think it will have some unexpected effects. Deng Yuanjue shook his head.

Wu Song was so angry that his nose was crooked. There were so many pavings before, but he just gave him a copy of the Historical Records, which is sold in ordinary bookstores. Although Wu Er didn't read much, he still heard this book. He can remember this book mainly because Sima Qian is an eunuch, but when he speaks, he always believes in Wu Er's mind that a eunuch can't write anything good. It seems that Deng Yuanjue came here to cheat for a meal this time. However, it's always good to make friends with more people. Don't just have a meal. He comes to eat every day. For Guihualou, he is also a nod. Why be angry?

Wu Song thought of this and put the book in his arms: "Then I will thank the great monk. I will study hard. What does the monk want to eat? I'll ask the clerk to make sure it's clean.

"Amitabha, the monk has something else to do, so I won't eat." As he spoke, Deng Yuanjue stood up, ignored Wu Song, and walked out of the elegant room with a Zen stick.