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Chapter One Hundred and Twenty: The Evil, The Evil Land

Lu Zhengkang was in his spare time, "Let's talk about it, how would you like to compare?"

Kun Qing smiled and said: "If you say that you are only going to lose one item, and you lose it cleanly, the little bald donkey will have to cry. Let's compare three items and win in three games, how about?"

"You Taoist priest is not very capable, and his tone is not small, come up with any crooked tricks and tricks. If the little monk frowns, he is not a good man."

The people watching the good show snickered, and the little novice also claimed to be a hero.

"In our first game, we choose a guest in public to fortune, even if the past has happened, the result will be determined by the people around you, how about it?"

Lu Zhengkang smiled and nodded, "It's up to you."

Kun Qing picked a middle-aged man in a commoner suit. He looked like that kind of craftsman. He had a taste of vicissitudes all over his body, and his eyes had the hope for life and the pursuit of happiness.

"This man, did you have some money stolen by someone a month ago?"

"Yes."

When Kun Qing asked a question, the other party answered it, almost in all likelihood, it was affirmative, and only once or twice made a supplement.

It is estimated that this craftsman ten years ago, all kinds of private affairs and strange things have attacked one after another, so that people are about to learn the face of Sichuan Opera, and Kun Qing finally stopped.

Everyone applauded.

"color!"

"color!"

What a brilliant Taoist priest!

The laughter faded slowly, and people stared at Lu Zhengkang.

The little monk looked left and right, walked towards the crowd, raised his head and looked at the crowd. His eyes were reflected in faces, and the human form stretched on his full moon-like eyeballs, turning into groups of twisted phantoms, those Those who make contact with his eyes will have a strong sense of falling for a moment, as if to fall into Lu Zhengkang's heart.

So when his gaze swept over, the crowd let out a depressive exclaim, and some people were fighting in a double-stranded battle.

Kunqing Taoist old god's expression immediately became solemn.

Lu Zhengkang strode through the crowd, like a whale breaking through the water, and rushed directly to an old man in the crowd, jumped up, grabbed him by the collar, and slammed him to the ground.

"Ouch! Killed! The bald donkey is going to kill!"

Lu Zhengkang nodded his finger under his ribs, directly let him out of breath, then clicked his dumb acupuncture point, then rubbed his face and pulled off a thin mask, revealing a young face.

"Good boy! You are unlucky today, and you hit this knot, but the poor monk had to do it!"

People around are whispering.

"That's the son of the widow Liu, how come he hides his head in such a way, and acts as a slave?"

"Sister Liu Yao who used to wash clothes at the shopkeeper's house in Sheng? It is really her son."

"I heard that this kid is doing business with Liu Qi!"

"That old man? Not a good thing."

"Shall I say that he is Liu Qishou's son..."

Lu Zhengkang scanned the surroundings, his majestic gaze suppressed the noise, and he shouted: "This person has no grievances with the poor monk, let alone acquaintance, and the next piles of evidence are all seen by the poor monk Tianyantong. , Listen up!"

So he explained the life of the young man one by one, starting from birth.

"This person's name is Liu Deli, he can't speak at five years old, he has brute force since he was a child, and the neighbours call him stuffy donkey.

Everyone snickered upon hearing the words.

"At the age of six, his father saw his back and felt sorrow and pain. On the funeral day he coughed up blood and made a sound like a cuckoo crying, and the ape screamed."

Everyone suddenly stopped.

"Enrolled in a private school at the age of seven, was expelled at the age of eight, learned crafts at the age of nine, won at fifteen, gambling at sixteen, and lost his fortune at one time. Hey! What do you think he does to get the money?"

gambler?

One of the representatives of chaos.

Kengmeng abductions do everything.

The hesitant gaze pierced Liu Deli's body like a knife, making him feel intense burning pain and biting coldness. He curled up and struggled again, like a live fish that was cut in half on a cutting board and still jumping.

"Steal the neighborhood first, then the distant relatives, no more, no less, no pain or itching, no one reports to the official, everything is fine."

Someone clamored.

"The gambling game is like a raging fire, and silver is like wood. The old saying goes: Hold a salary to fight the fire, if the salary is not enough, the fire will never die. Liu Deli, who was twelve years old, occasionally got a cheat book in the mass grave in the east of the city. After studying the secret technique of disguise, I finally learned the method of shrinking bones and tending muscles. At the age of fourteen, he dug graves and robbed corpses, cut bones and skins, and made masks. Since then, there have been many disguised names. In order to obtain gambling capital, cheating foreigners People, extortion and robbery."

The plain language seemed to have terrible magical power. It flew to the ground and turned into leech leeches, digging into Liu Deli's skin and bone marrow to suck blood, taking away all his strength and anger.

"These are still petty evils. It's not worthy of the poor monk to snatch him out in public. The most heartbreaking thing is that he personally killed his biological mother three days ago because her mother discovered his secret. A month ago, this person was introduced by Liu Qi and colluded with the tooth to abduct and sell the young child, and then cut off the baby. Her mother found a bloody rag in the wood house. It was a boy with a baby named sheep who had his left hand cut open. I tore off my arm."

Lu Zhengkang smiled slightly, "Poor monks who have been waiting for the rabbits have almost mastered the evidence of these crimes. Now if the catch is quick, it is time to kill these villains."

Outside the crowd came two head-catchers with strong soap colors, passing through the already noisy crowd, like two piles of black iron on the bottom, sliding into a boiling oil pan.

"Master Miaoji, all the thieves have bowed their heads, except for this Liu."

The arrest took away the lost souls on the ground.

Lu Zhengkang won an unsuspecting victory.

Everything today can appear in the script in the future, and will be sung through the ages.

Kun Qing sighed, "A good skill, is it really the destiny of the Buddha?"

"It depends on how you understand it. Talk about the second game, how do you want to lose?"

Kun Qing scratched the beard of his jaw anxiously. He felt that he must be ashamed today.

"In the second game, let's compare the law to relieve the grievances of the deceased and avoid the punishment."

According to ancient legend, if there are too many dead corpses in a place with bad feng shui, thunder will fall from the sky, and the ground will tremble endlessly, and the world will attack until the dead energy is resolved.

Therefore, monks and Taoists have a voluntary job, which is to go to graves and battlefields to save souls.

For Lu Zhengkang, this is indeed a new matter that he has never touched before, but he is still not afraid.