The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

The Huang family is a wealthy family. Mr. Huang has been terminally ill for a long time, so there are still many people wearing gold and silver today who are not ready for mourning.

What kind of virtues did the landlords and evil gentry have in this era? Zhao Chuanxin was from a clean family.

Zhao Yixian hurriedly came over and grabbed Zhao Chuanxin's large sleeves: Zhao Shenxian, you must not talk nonsense on such occasions.

The old man is dead, and he might get beaten if he talks unabashedly.

Zhao Shenxian was very capable, so he was naturally not afraid, but Zhao Yixian was made of flesh and blood.

Zhao Chuanxin asked carelessly: Are the Huang family landlords? Have they done anything wrong?

This... Zhao Yixian hesitated: Old Mrs. Huang was a little impatient when he was young and took other people's wives as concubines; besides occupying the fields of more than 20 families; besides buying off the government offices and slandering others into entering the country, Apart from the death of his family and his family, he really didn’t do many bad things while in prison.”

... Zhao Chuanxin looked at Zhao Yixian steadily and made him tremble: Yixian, Yixian, your magnanimity is on par with mine, I admire you.

After hearing this, Zhao Yixian relaxed and looked at the Huang family with a straight face, but his tone was extremely respectful: This is too much praise, Zhao Shenxian, please give these ordinary people a chance to recite some scriptures and pray without consuming precious For the mana, just be more casual.

I blame you for being insensitive. You are a piece of shit who doesn't know the difference between right and wrong.

In these large families, the head of the family usually makes all kinds of preparations before the oil runs out.

For example, next to the mourning hall, a high platform has been built for monks or Taoists to perform rituals.

Zhao Chuanxin rolled his eyes, stood up, lifted his sleeves and robe: Okay, Master Dao, I will go on stage right now.

When he came to the high platform, Zhao Chuanxin did not take the steps. He floated directly up to the two-meter-high platform.

Zhao Yixian's eyes lit up.

The Huang family was very dissatisfied just now, but when they saw Zhao Chuanxin showing off his skills, all their dissatisfaction stopped.

There is a table on the high platform, with only an incense burner, three wine cups, and two candlesticks with thick candles on it.

Normally, when someone dies, the Taoist priest will do the dojo, and you have to prepare your own tools.

Next, Huang Juzhong, the next head of the Huang family, asked Zhao Yixian: Zhao Shenxian...

Zhao Yixian glanced at Benjamin Goldberg next to him and quickly stopped him: From now on, you must never call him a divine being.

Huang Juzhong looked at him suspiciously. Last time he came, Zhao Yixian was not so humble.

But he still nodded: Mr. Zhao, the Taoist priest on the stage, why don't you have a master's sword, a Dharma flag, a canopy ruler, and a Sanqing bell...

Zhao Yixian looked at Benjamin Goldberg and said bravely: This Taoist master is a real master. He follows the rules in his words and his steps are powerful. Wherever he is, he can communicate with the world. He is so good.

Benjamin Goldberg couldn't help but laugh at his nonsense.

When Huang Juzhong saw this foreign kid actually laughing, he was immediately angry and coughed heavily to remind him that this occasion was very solemn.

At the same time, I couldn't help but secretly despise him. He was indeed a Western barbarian with no sense of etiquette.

On the stage, Zhao Chuanxin took out a bottle of high-altitude sorghum wine from the secret realm, used his sword finger, and swiped in the air. A line of wine flew out of the bottle and landed evenly among the three wine cups.

The relatives and friends of the Huang family below stopped even crying, and looked at Zhao Chuanxin on the stage with bright eyes, a little dumbfounded.

Every time he saw this magical scene, Zhao Yixian would tremble with excitement.

This is the real god.

Zhao Chuanxin took out a cigarette, put it in his mouth, and lit two candles.

Everyone: ...

He was really handsome for only five seconds, and it was the first time I saw a Taoist priest holding a cigarette in his mouth while doing the dojo.

After lighting the candle, Zhao Chuanxin took a puff from his cigarette and lit three wine cups with his sword finger.

The wine in the wine cup soared into three clouds of mist. A thin line connected the candle. The high concentration of wine vapor ignited and burned into three characters Dian in the air.

In the audience, Benjamin Goldberg suddenly clapped his hands: Okay!

Everyone looked at the foreign kid angrily.

Are you fucking watching a show here? He actually applauded?

Benjamin Goldberg has watched a circus magic show, and it is definitely not as exciting as the Master.

So I couldn't help it...

He smiled awkwardly, cupped his hands and said, I'm sorry, I'm really sorry.

On the stage, Zhao Chuanxin suddenly shouted: Old man Wu, don't leave in a hurry, otherwise the Taoist master will make you lose your soul!

The faces of the relatives and friends in the audience changed after hearing this.

At this time, when you say that your soul is gone, aren't you just here to cause trouble?

But with all the magical abilities Zhao Chuanxin showed, he really looked like a master from outside the world, but they didn't dare to say anything about it.

Zhao Chuanxin shouted: Tell me, when you were ten years old, did you spy on the widows in the village bathing?

The people below had a strange look on their faces.

When Old Mrs. Huang was young, he was really a man and did a lot of outrageous things.

At this moment, an old man's voice with a thick voice came from nowhere: I have indeed seen it.

The dying old lady, hesitant and hesitant in his speech, does look a bit like him. But the accent is different.

Zhao Chuanxin asked again: Have you ever taken advantage of other people's wives?

The old man's voice was trembling: Yes.

Everyone was in an uproar.

Zhao Chuanxin continued: Have you ever occupied other people's property?

yes!

The crowd began to stir.

Have you ever framed Zhongliang?

yes!

At this time, Huang Juzhong in the audience shouted loudly: Stop asking any more questions!

He was trembling with fear.

He was really afraid. He was afraid that the damn old man would be dead. If he revealed some ulterior motives again, the Huang family might be implicated, and the whole family would be ruined in the end.

The atmosphere was up, and Huang Juzhong really thought it was a dead soul speaking.

As everyone knows, the sound came only from the palm of Zhao Chuanxin's left hand on the stage.

Zhao Chuanxin smiled slightly and continued to ask: Old man Huang, after meeting this Taoist master, will you know how to repent?

I know my mistake!

Zhao Chuanxin's expression changed: Whether you change or not, Master Dao wants you to suffer a little while down here.

In the audience, Old Mrs. Huang's white-haired wife cried and howled: You must not do it, Mr. Dao...

Good guy, is this still a dojo?

Shouldn't it be about saving the souls of the dead?

Why did it become a punishment for the dead souls?

Huang Juzhong looked at the shocked and stunned expressions on his left and right faces, and couldn't help but blush, it was embarrassing.

The Huang family is in great disgrace today.

He really wanted to go on stage and knock Zhao Chuanxin down.

But he didn't have the courage.

At this time, Zhao Chuanxin said loudly: Is the bull-headed horse-face here?

A pair of loud voices responded in harmony: Yes!

It can even be heard that it is two sounds made together.

No one can believe it.

Everyone's expression changed.

Is it possible that the two little bosses under the judge really arrived at the Huang family mansion?

Suddenly everyone felt a gloomy wind.

What a coincidence, but there was a gust of wind.

It wasn't cold at all, but everyone couldn't help but shudder.

Zhao Chuanxin pointed in the direction of the deserted people: Stab Taoist with a fork and chop with a knife before talking.

Niu Tou is good at using a steel fork, while Ma Mian is good at using a long knife.

Only a shrill scream was heard: Ah... spare my life!

Everyone had goosebumps.

Zhao Chuanxin pointed to the open space and said: Today, the Taoist Master will give you a chance to make a difference, so you should seize it.

Master Tao asked you to entrust dreams to all the landlords and evil gentry in Qinzhou, especially those who do evil things.

You tell them that if they don’t repent, don’t know how to actively do good, and don’t fight for the rise of China, after they die, they will be skinned and broken, soaked in oil pots, and tortured in all kinds of ways. It will never be as simple as a knife and a fork. , their hair will be pulled out one by one, their nails will be pried open one by one, all their teeth will be knocked out, their bones will be broken into ten thousand pieces, and they will suffer in hell forever...

Following Zhao Chuanxin's description, everyone present was frightened.

Zhao Chuanxin talked about it for as long as a cigarette, which made his mouth go dry.

As he started talking, he pointed to a water tank in the corner: Here comes the water!

The water in the water tank rose into the sky and flew towards Zhao Chuanxin.

It turned into a thread and fell into Zhao Chuanxin's mouth.

The cow drinks, and the remaining water disintegrates in the air.

Buzz.

It turns into mist and disperses.

Okay. Zhao Chuanxin flicked the cigarette butt away: Master Dao will give you seven days. The first seven days are over. If there is an evil person in Qinzhou and you don't bring the letter, you will be tortured until your soul is gone!

After saying that, Zhao Chuanxin floated off the stage again and came to the crowd.

Huang Juzhong swallowed his saliva and said dryly: Master Dao, this...

What's this and that, Male Gobi, why don't you hurry up and start the dinner? Zhao Chuanxin cursed and pinched Huang Juzhong's collar: From now on, the Huang family will only do good deeds and don't ask about the future. Do you understand?

I understand, I understand, Mr. Dao...

Understood? Got it. Go and prepare a banquet for Master Dao.

Zhao Yixian was dumbfounded.

A lifetime of calculating divination and organizing a lifetime of weddings and weddings. This was the first time he had experienced such a scene.

Zhao Chuanxin really suppressed the Huang family.

After stabbing and chopping the soul of Old Mrs. Huang, the Huang family still had to entertain him well, which was really an eye-opener.

In ancient times, Su Dongpo was sent to Hainan. After eating oysters, he said: I don't want the Chinese and Korean officials to know about it, for fear that they will move south to share this taste.

Although it is joy in hardship, Su Shi's foodie can't go wrong.

Qinzhou's giant oysters are the best in the nearby waters and are very famous.

At the banquet, Zhao Chuanxin ate oysters.

He took out the mortar and asked his apprentice to pound the garlic on the spot, sauté the onion, garlic and chili until fragrant, then blend with soy sauce, cooked sesame seeds, chopped cooked peanuts, vinegar, pepper, cooking wine, salt...

Zhao Chuanxin gave each of Zhao Yixian and Benjamin Goldberg a bowl.

There are only four people and one dog at this table.

The other person is Huang Juzhong who is accompanying him.

Ganfan: Woof woof woof...

Zhao Chuanxin stuffed a piece of oyster into its mouth: Hey, you can't eat this dipping sauce, it's very spicy.

But he took out a plate and filled it with chicken, duck and fish for the dry rice.

Huang Juzhong saw Zhao Yixian and Benjamin Goldberg smiling happily while eating the dipping sauce blended by Zhao Chuanxin, and he also watched eagerly.

Zhao Chuanxin scolded: You Huang family have done all the immoral things. You don't deserve to eat Taoist's food. Bah, what the hell.

... Huang Juzhong was unhappy.

This is so hurtful.

Zhao Yixian patted Huang Juzhong on the shoulder, but was helpless.

Huang Juzhong suddenly thought of something: Master Dao, you are always able to communicate with the underworld. Do you have a way to go to the judge and cancel the book of life and death? If you can save me from death, I am willing to donate my wealth to you.

Zhao Chuanxin picked the oysters with a knife and said, Who the hell cares about your huge wealth!

Huang Juzhong refused to give up: Is there a female family member you like?

Dare you break the Taoist master's Taoist heart? Zhao Chuanxin glared.

This...don't dare. I didn't mean it that way.

After eating and drinking, Huang Juzhong will arrange accommodation.

Zhao Chuanxin pointed at his apprentice and said, Place my apprentice well. The Taoist master will breathe the wind and drink the dew. There is no need for a bedroom.

After that, he took a running start and floated up to the roof.

Huang Juzhong looked up at the starry sky: High, really high. Today Huang met a real god!

Zhao Yixian felt a little uncomfortable.

A true god is a true god, but unfortunately his spiritual roots are useless. It seems that he must serve Zhao Shenxian well. If he is merciful, even if he gives some miraculous elixirs and upgrades his spiritual roots to the mortal level, he will be able to compete with that person with poor qualifications. Just like Jiang Ziya, it is good to know some superficial techniques.

The true god Zhao Chuanxin wrapped the quilt tightly on the roof and slept like this all night.

Mainly because he was away from home and the Huang family was so bad, so he was worried that someone would do something bad to him.

What he didn't know was that as the dojo ended last night and some of the guests and friends dispersed, the news that Old Mrs. Huang had conquered his merits spread rapidly throughout Qinzhou at a speed of 30 miles per hour, especially in Gaozhou. A big family.

The first ray of sunshine in the morning came, and Zhao Chuanxin opened his sleepy eyes.

He stretched out on the roof, wiped the dew from his face, and took out a damp quilt.

He flicked his fingers, the water vapor evaporated, put away the quilt, and floated to the ground.

The Huang family members who were awake looked at him with awe.

Zhao Chuanxin went to meet his apprentice and Zhao Yixian and had breakfast with Huang Juzhong.

Zhao Chuanxin said to Zhao Yixian: Okay, Taoist master is going to the execution ground, let's say goodbye.

Zhao Yixian's mental journey is extremely complicated.

He regretted following him before, but when he heard that Zhao Chuanxin was leaving, he quit again: Zhao Shenxian, wait, let me follow...