Liaozhai Great Sage

Chapter 347 The Drowning Man
"Mr. Li is really righteous. You can give 100 taels of silver if you want, but it's worth it if you can accomplish a good thing." Zhu Yu shook his head, admiringly.

Wang Ping counted with his fingers: "I don't know if it's worth it, but this 100 taels is enough for my family's harvest for more than ten years."

"I have to copy books for more than ten years to make money." Ning Caichen also did some calculations in his mind, and said in a sour tone.

Li Xiuyuan was stunned for a moment, and then said: "Actually, I'm not very interested in money, how much is 100 taels?"

"Wow~!"

Several people cried out in unison.

"What are you talking about? Am I going to tell you that my Li family paves the road with gold bricks and casts winter melons with silver? Copper coins are not even eligible to enter the treasury." Li Xiuyuan thought to himself.

Of course, you can't say this, and you still have to be low-key and low-key.

It's just understandable to be a little more high-profile when doing good deeds.

Moreover, using money to do good deeds may seem like a loss, but in fact it is not. Although merit is invisible, it exists. The more the better, the people with deep merit will always be safe and sound.

But at this moment, when these few people were talking, Chu Tian, ​​who had left the Qin Pavilion, was drunk and ready to go home to rest.

Today was really bad. I wanted to go to listen to Shi Niang play the piano, but when I met Li Xiuyuan, I deliberately angered him for selling my concubine and losing money. Nothing went my way.

When Chu Tian crossed the bridge and left the Qinhuai River, because he was drunk, his footsteps were a little sloppy, and he couldn't help bumping into a man who was buying alcohol.

The man was carrying two jugs of wine, but they fell to the ground with a loud crash.

"Why don't you have eyes when you walk, you spilled my wine." The bartender immediately cursed.

Chu Tian immediately said angrily, grabbing the bartender's clothes: "You mean bastard, you dare to scold me? You can't find death. If you are sensible, get away, or I will kill you."

After speaking, he pushed the bartender to the ground heavily.

With the sound of shattering, a jug of wine from the bartender fell on the bridge and broke directly, spilling the wine all over the floor.

"You pay for my drink, pay for my drink." The bartender shouted angrily and annoyed.

"It was your good fortune to smash a jar of your wine, and you still dare to ask me for money. Do you know who this young master is? I will scare you by telling you."

Chu Tian was so drunk that he thought he was still Mr. Chu of Guo Beicheng, so he didn't pay attention to the bartender at all.

After a few reprimands, the bartender saw that this person was dressed as a nobleman and a scholar, but he could only touch his tears in aggrieved manner, and dared not continue to argue.

Seeing that he was subdued, Chu Tian was satisfied and left swaggeringly.

But before he took a few steps, his feet slipped due to the drink on the ground, his body lost his balance, and somehow he turned around and fell directly from the bridge head.

"Pfft~!"

There was a loud sound of falling water on the Qinhuai River.

"It's not good, someone fell into the water." Seeing this, the bartender turned pale and shouted hastily.

However, when the nearby passers-by looked around to save people, they found that the river was calm, and the people who fell seemed to have disappeared without any movement.

At this time, another passer-by saw a Taoist floating on the Qinhuai River from the upper reaches, and hurriedly shouted: "Master Dao, don't sleep, someone fell into the water just now. You are a master of Taoism, please tell me!" Long casting spells to save people."

Everyone near the Qinhuai River knows that there is a strange Taoist who likes to sleep. In winter, he either sleeps on the cold stones or lies on the river and floats around.

Those who didn’t know it thought it was a corpse, and someone rowed a boat to pick it up, but after picking it up, the Taoist woke up and fell into the river again. Later, people nearby knew that the Taoist was sleeping on the river, although tsk tsk I was surprised, but I got used to it after a while, and I didn't pay attention to it. I only knew that this was a capable person, different from ordinary people.

The Taoist floating on the river seemed to have heard the sound of pedestrians calling for help, and woke up in a daze. He stretched out his hand and slapped the river suddenly. A vortex suddenly appeared on the river under the bridge before, and then a jet of water rushed out of the vortex. It came out, and it was connected to the bridge head like a dragon sucking water, but with the appearance of this water column, a cold corpse fell to the ground.

This corpse was none other than Chu Tian.

Que saw that his hands were covered with mud, his clothes were torn, his body was already stiff, and he had no breath at all.

"Hey, it's too late. The Taoist priest didn't catch up with the rescue. It would have been better if he fell into the water later, maybe he wouldn't have died. I don't know which family he is from. He drowned at a young age." Some people watching sighed.

"He smells like alcohol, so he went to invite the Qinhuai River to drink. This is not a rare thing. Every year there are scholars who get drunk and drown in the Qinhuai River." Someone from the older generation shook his head and said.

"Why did he have mud on his hands, and he tore open his clothes. He died so strangely. There must be some monsters in the water that would harm people."

A boatman next to him laughed and said, "What monster? That's the case with drowned people. He fell into the water drunk and couldn't tell the direction for a while. There was bright light, but it was dark when looking at the river, so he naturally rowed towards the bottom of the river. When he touched the bottom of the river, he was almost suffocated, so in his panic, he naturally grabbed the mud at the bottom of the river. I tore off the front of my clothes because I couldn’t breathe due to chest tightness.”

"That's the truth. It's the same as a person who died of freezing. Instead of wearing clothes, the person who died of freezing took off all his clothes. Those who didn't know it thought they died of heat. This person has already drowned, so hurry up." Let the government know." Someone nodded in agreement.

From leaving the Qin Pavilion to Chutian's drowning, it took only half an hour.

The retribution came so quickly and the catastrophe came so fiercely, which Li Xiuyuan did not expect.

But at the moment, he didn't know about it.

Although he had the book of life and death in his hand, he would not check it all the time.

In the current piano pavilion, a group of scholars have been playing the game of Fushi while listening to the music.

Fushi is actually a kind of folk magic such as divination. It is very popular among scholars and high-ranking officials, because there are ghosts and gods in this world, and there are also demons and ghosts. There are naturally more spells for divination and asking gods, and this is the most common one, and it is very simple and very easy to use.

Take a sand table, put a split branch on it, each person puts one end on the sand table, read the corresponding term, then the branch will move, draw patterns or write some words on the sand table, at this time you You can ask the questions you want to ask, and the invited ghost will answer them for you.

Li Xiuyuan only took a few glances, and felt that this spell was very similar to the Pen Fairy.

"It's moving, it's moving, the ghost has descended." A scholar said excitedly.

The branches placed on the sand table moved.

"I don't know where the ghost fairy is, but does he have a name?" asked the scholar next to him.

The branch swayed, and as expected, he began to write slowly on the sand table. He only wrote one word, Lu.

"It's a fairy named Lu."

The other scholars immediately became a little excited. It seemed that the ghost spirit was really invited.

"Dare to ask the shaman, I heard from the yamen that the imperial court will open Enke in Yangzhou in the spring of next year. Is this true?" Immediately, someone asked something wrong.

The branches shook, and another word was written on the sand table: true.

"That's great, the ghost gods say it's true, then the Enke will definitely be offered in the spring of next year, no, I have to hurry up and prepare for the exam." A scholar was very excited, feeling that his chance to gain fame had come again.

The other scholars scrambled to ask the spirit god various questions.

Although the shaman's words are concise and to the point, every time he speaks it is very accurate, which is amazing.

"It turned out to be Fushi. I haven't played it for a long time. The ghost fairy they invited is really powerful. They even know about Enke."

Ning Caichen opened his eyes wide and said in disbelief.

When Li Xiuyuan was in the mansion before, he disclosed the matter of Kai Enke to them. This news was obtained from Fu Tianchou, the servant of the Ministry of War. Look at it differently.

In fact, the ghost spirits invited by Fushi are not gods, most of them are little ghosts passing by, it is rare to meet a god, as for the real gods, they will not play this kind of game with you.

And the little ghosts passing by are just greedy for some incense and offerings, because after the Fushi game is over, there will be offerings for you, which are used to send the Shishi away.

(End of this chapter)