Journey to the West: Asking the Heavens

Chapter 309

"Sell the fish, sell the fish!"

Beside a lively market, Mo Yuan set up a fish stall and was shouting hard.

He was wearing a narrow-sleeved gown, with a white beard trimmed, densely wrinkled, even his back was hunchbacked, and his face was weathered.

Yes, he is a fishmonger.

"Old man Mo, how long do you plan to delay the stall money for this month!"

Two burly men in black outfits walked up to Mo Yuan's fish stall with unkind faces, and asked sternly.

There are rules for each line, and fish sellers can't just sell them casually.

This bustling market is under the jurisdiction of the gang that these two belong to, and all the people who set up stalls here have to pay a certain amount of money, which is called protection fee!

Mo Yuan has set up a stall here all his life, so he is naturally familiar with the rules.

But at this time, he showed embarrassment, and said: "You two brothers, can you give me some time, the old man spent a lot of money yesterday to see a doctor, and now I am really out of pocket. I will sell some fishing goods in the next two days, and then Make up for the two little brothers?"

This is the first life of Dameng Eternal. He was a fishmonger who was born in a poor family. He worked hard in fishing and selling goods, but he barely managed to make ends meet. He never got married. daughter in law.

When you are young and strong, there is nothing wrong with it. When you are old, your body is old and weak, and you are full of diseases. Gradually, you can't hold on.

Not only did the fishing goods become less and less, but the little savings he managed to save were also dwindling due to seeing a doctor. A serious illness a few days ago directly wiped out his family wealth. Where can he get the money to pay the protection fee now?

"Forgive me, it's due in January, but you delayed it by four or five days in this month!" One person said with a gloomy expression.

"My two little brothers, please be considerate, and I will be grateful for a few more days!" Mo Yuan bowed and bowed, smiling apologetically.

"Only one more day, if you don't make it up at dusk today, don't blame me for being rude!" Another big man in black said coldly.

After saying this, he greeted another person, turned around and walked towards other stalls.

"call……"

Seeing the two leave, Mo Yuanchang heaved a sigh of relief, but the sadness on his face did not diminish in the slightest. The usual one-month protection fee was worth his harvest in three to five days, but now he had to pay it out in one day. It's too difficult for others.

"It seems that I can only find someone to borrow."

Mo Yuan shook his head and showed the fish stall to the familiar fishmonger, but he turned around and walked out of the market.

However, such a poor old man with no relatives, who would lend him money?
If that hardcover young man, even if he is penniless, he still has a lot of strength to survive.He is an old man who has not much time left, and his family is just a hut, so who can think highly of him?

He kept working until the sun went down, and Mo Yuan talked all he wanted, but he only borrowed five copper coins. He was tired of listening and threw it to him like a beggar.

"Old man Mo, you are finally back!"

The fishmonger who helped watch the stall came up to meet him, stuffed a handful of copper coins into his hand, and said, "This is the money for selling fish today."

Mo Yuan weighed it, it was about seven qian silver, his face became more and more bitter, but he still thanked him repeatedly.

The fishmonger left the market, and Mo Yuan immediately began to clean up the fish stall, but before he could do two steps, a cold voice suddenly came from his ear: "Old man Mo, it's time to pay!"

Mo Yuan panicked and looked up, only to see the two big men in black standing three steps in front of him during the day.

Oops!

Mo Yuan groaned secretly in his heart, but with a smile on his face, he handed over a handful of copper coins in his hand, and said, "You two brothers have worked hard, but today's business is really not very good, and they only sell for seven renminbi. , can you give me another two days, I will definitely give you all the money!"

"Seven coins?"

A big man in black grabbed the copper coin, weighed it a few times, and then said in a cold tone: "Gracefulness is not to be forgiven, you know our rules, two taels of silver, a penny less is a punch, you Thirteen coins less, and thirteen punches!"

"That's right, I got punched, if I can't make up for it tomorrow, then I'll keep hitting!" Another person also said fiercely.

Mo Yuan was shocked, how could he withstand punching and kicking with his old arms and legs?

"My two little brothers forgive me, but I hope you two will forgive me for the sake of my age... ah!"

Before he finished speaking, a huge fist hit Mo Yuan's waist like a hammer, making Mo Yuan scream out in pain!

Next, the two greeted Mo Yuan fiercely with punches and kicks. After a short while, they already punched him with less breath and more breath.

The two big men in black gave up and said: "If you can't make up the money tomorrow, you will still have the fruit!"

After all, turn around and leave.

Poor Mo Yuan is getting old, how can he bear such a severe beating? He just recovered from a serious illness a few days ago, and his body was still weak. breath.

……

"Master, what should we do now?"

In the ruined temple, a blue-clothed swordsman with gray temples and a childish young man leaned against the wall. The blue-clothed swordsman looked solemn, while the young man had a look of fear on his face.

In front of the two of them, there was a group of people in the rivers and lakes holding weapons and full of fierce aura. It seemed that the visitors were not good!
The blue-clothed swordsman caressed the young man's forehead, and said comfortingly, "Don't be afraid, with Master here, everything will be safe."

"Hahahaha, I have heard that the swordsmanship of Zhaxing Palace is supernatural, comparable to that of the immortals in the sky. It is a unique skill in the sword of falling stars. It has a reputation of picking stars with the sword. I wonder if Mo will be lucky enough to watch it today?"

Amidst the laughter, a young man in brocade clothes with a folding fan appeared, and a group of people in the rivers and lakes made way for him. It was obvious that this young man was the leader.

"Poison boy Mo Yuan!"

The blue-clothed swordsman's pupils shrank, and he said: "I don't know where I offended Mr. Mo, so that the Demon Sect dispatched so many masters?"

"Yin Huan, stop pretending and hand over the Falling Star Sword Manual, otherwise, you will be left without bones today!" Mo Yuan retracted his folding fan, his handsome face was full of murderous intent.

"I've heard that Mr. Poison's subordinates don't leave anyone alive, and Yin dare not hand him in!" the blue-clothed swordsman shook his head.

"No, okay, let's do it!"

At Mo Yuan's order, a group of people from all corners of the world made their move together, and the whole ruined temple was shaken down in an instant with their majestic vigor!
That Yin Huan is really a good swordsman, with a green steel long sword that is impenetrable, even though many masters of the Demon Cult attacked together, they failed to make a contribution, and were killed by him coldly, Mo Yuan couldn't help it shaking his head.

"It seems that I still need to make a move!"

Mo Yuan looked at a flaw, his figure flickered, like a ghost, he appeared behind Yin Huan in an instant, and the folding fan pointed towards his shoulder with mighty strength!
"puff!"

Yin Huan couldn't dodge it, and flew upside down, spurting out a mouthful of blood.

"Hand over the sword manual, otherwise, I will be rude!"

Mo Yuan grabbed the boy's neck and lifted him up, saying with a fierce face...

(End of this chapter)