Six Ways of Fumo

Chapter 27 Punishment
Ding Ermiao then smiled proudly, put away the ten thousand choppers on the table, and still inserted them into the handle of the umbrella.

Wan Shugao quickly flattered him: "Brother Ermiao, your sword really has a lot of murderous intent. I just took one look at it and got chills all over. What's the origin of it? Let me tell you about it."

"The predecessor of Ten Thousand Killer was a torture knife. It killed too many people, so it has murderous intent." Ding Ermiao said slowly: "Do you know what a torture knife is?"

Everyone shook their heads together, seemingly none of them had heard of this term.

"It's the ghost-headed knife used by the executioner to chop off people's heads!" Ding Ermiao waved his palm and made a downward slashing motion: "When the knife is raised and dropped, the yin and yang are judged!"

"Even if it's a ghost-headed sword that can cut off people's heads, it can't possibly kill 1 people, right?" Xiaohan continued to remain skeptical.

"300 years ago, the Qing Dynasty entered the customs and ruled the world. The children of the eight banners of the royal family were all appointed officials and nobles. Many of the special official positions were hereditary, and the executioner was also a small official. The father passed on to his son, and then passed on to his grandson. Generations continue.”

Like the old master Ding Ermiao, he told everyone about the history of the beheading of thousands of people: "The material for beheading thousands of people is said to be ancient magic soldiers and strange iron, blowing hair and breaking hair and cutting gold like mud. It executed the Twelve Emperors of the Qing Dynasty, Most of the beheadings were carried out in 300 years. Tan Sitong, one of the Six Gentlemen of 50, was beheaded by thousands of people and became a ghost. Calculated by beheading 300 people every year, after 5000 years, there will be [-] people, right?"

Hearing this, everyone felt chills on their necks and involuntarily took a step back, fearing that the ten thousand people in Ding Ermiao's umbrella would fly out and chop off their heads.

"But... why has it turned into a sword again?" Xia Bing asked.

"That's a good question!" Ding Ermiao became more energetic and said: "This torture knife has accumulated infinite evil energy because it killed too many people. The sky is angry, people are resentful, and ghosts and gods are angry. At that time, the Qing Dynasty's national fortune was prosperous, and the fate of the dynasty suppressed it. , so the harm has not yet been shown. But later, the Qing Dynasty was overthrown and the royal aura disappeared. The evil aura of this sword could not be suppressed, and trouble began."

Having said this, Ding Ermiao hesitated and paused briefly.

"What caused the trouble?" Wan Shugao and others asked at the same time.

"Evil energy eats the master." Ding Ermiao then continued: "After the Qing Dynasty was overthrown, the Republic of China was established, and the laws were changed. Death row prisoners were no longer beheaded, but shot. The executioners naturally lost their jobs. But This knife for killing ten thousand people has been kept because it has been passed down from generation to generation. Until one day, the executioner family violently killed more than twenty people in one night... From then on, the executioner family killed more than [-] people every day. There were people who died unexpectedly. Moreover, on the street where the house where thousands of people were killed was located, there were also an endless stream of people who died violently."

"Later, my master passed by the capital and could feel the huge evil energy even ten miles away. He followed the clues and found the master who had been killed by thousands of people."

Ding Ermiao was leisurely fascinated, as if he was thinking about his master's style: "My master took this ten thousand swordsman away, lived in seclusion in the mountains, and hammered it with his own hands. It took more than a year, and finally changed it into a sword. The sword is the weapon of slaughter. Soldiers and swords are the weapons of the benevolent. After modification, the evil spirit in killing thousands of people has been greatly reduced. My master also used Taoist magical powers to restrain the evil spirit, and finally became a magic weapon to exorcise evil spirits and suppress demons."

"Your master is very cheating..." Wan Shugao was also impressed.Although Ding Ermiao only spoke a few words, the demeanor of his master has already emerged.

"But my master was injured by the evil spirit of thousands of people because he was refining the sword. He died young in his 20s." Ding Ermiao sighed: "It can be said that it was my master who used himself to His life is exchanged for the peace of the entire executioner family and even the entire capital."

"It's so great, your master, it's such a pity that you died so young." Ruping and others lamented together.Although it was already midnight, no one felt sleepy at all.

"This is fate, and it cannot be changed. When my master came out of the mountain, his chosen destiny was Yao, so it was destined that he would not live long." Ding Ermiao picked up his umbrella and walked towards the stairs: "The story is over, everyone should go to bed early. Right. Sister Ruping will be open for business tomorrow, so don’t sleep too late."

Wan Shugao caught up a few steps, and shouted, "Brother Ermiao, let's talk for a while? What is fate, let me tell you."

"You don't understand even after I told you." Ding Ermiao didn't look back and went upstairs.

Ruping was as careful as her hair, and quickly followed her, found a band-aid from her room, and treated the wound on Ding Ermiao's forehead.In fact, Ding Ermiao's forehead was just a skin injury, a one centimeter long wound.It's just that the injury is on the face, which makes it look ugly.

Silent all night.

The next day Ding Ermiao opened her eyes and found that it was already past eight in the morning.He opened the door of the attic and was about to go to the bathroom on the second floor to use the toilet, but he saw a mat spread on the rooftop. Wan Shugao was curled up on the mat, drooling all over the floor.A plate of mosquito-repellent incense next to me has burned out.

"Hey, you didn't sleep here all night, did you?" Ding Ermiao kicked Wan Shugao awake: "Get up, the sun is shining on your buttocks!"

It’s past eight o’clock in the summer, and the sun has risen above our heads.He can still sleep under such light and temperature, what a feat!

Wan Shu sat up in a loud voice, rubbed his eyes, and said pitifully: "After much thought, it's safest to follow you. I didn't dare to disturb you last night, so I laid out a mat in front of your door to make it easy. Sure enough, , if you sleep here, that ghost won’t dare to trouble me.”

Ding Ermiao glared at him and went downstairs to wash up.Wan Shugao was in a daze for a while, then rolled up his mat and followed.

There was no one in the living room on the second floor. Ruping and Xiaohan must have started busy.When running a small business like this, a very busy person has to go shopping early in the morning, wash, select and cut vegetables, and make all the preparations.

By the time Ding Ermiao finished washing up, Wan Shugao had already bought hot breakfast and said with a flattering smile: "Brother Ermiao, eat the newly baked wife cake while it's hot."

"It's all for nothing." Ding Ermiao took the breakfast and wolfed it down. He took the time to point at Wan Shugao's forehead and said, "I don't care about your business. Just wait for that ghost to seek your life. Coffin Shroud The cemetery and other things should also be prepared. If you have any last words, please leave them behind and tell your parents how you died. By the way, don’t write about my failure to catch ghosts last night in your last words. It’s so shameful!”

"Brother Ermiao, do you really want to die and refuse to save me?" Wan Shugao shouted.

Ding Ermiao's eyes squinted: "What? It's a pie in the sky, and I've put a muzzle around your neck? Take away your air conditioner, let's clear up the two sides, and go to the single-plank bridge on Yangguan Road, each going his own way."

"Brother Ermiao..." Wan Shugao almost knelt down: "I have an eighty-year-old mother above me and a spoiled wife and weak children below me. You really have the heart to watch me blow away a single flower before it blooms?" ? Please be merciful and give me a light in the sea of ​​suffering, so that I can turn around and find hope!"

In desperation, Wan Shugao spoke without hesitation, and the lines of the drama jumped out of his mouth.

Ding Ermiao laughed and almost choked on the wife cake in his mouth.He stretched his neck hard, swallowed the food that was stuck in his throat, wiped his mouth and said: "Okay, for the sake of your eighty-year-old mother and spoiled wife and weak son, I will help you again. But you follow me first Tell me, why is that ghost following you?! Don’t tell me you don’t know, I can tell the difference between what people say and what they say.”

(End of this chapter)