Haomai Xiansheng

Chapter 9

Jin Wuniang's arms are as strong as a thousand catties, but the arrester used ordinary hemp rope to tie him up. Of course, it would take some effort to replace him with someone else, and he would be torn in two with just a slight pull.In a small cell in a corner of the prison, he sat on a cold and hard earthen platform, and quietly broke the rope with both hands.

The jailer outside the fence turned his head and saw that he stood up from the rope that he had unkempt somehow, and immediately drew his knife and shouted: "Good thief, you!"

Jin Wuniang strode forward, and pinched the back of the knife close to the prison with her left hand, making the knife immobile as if it was clamped by large pliers. The jailer struggled a few times, unable to pull it out or stab it in. My own, frightened by the strength of this black-faced boy in prison, forgot to let go.

Holding the knife in her left hand, Jin Wuniang dragged him close to her, stretched out her right hand from the gap between the wooden pillars of the prison, grasped the panicked bun that kept shouting to the jailer, and forcefully pulled his head off.The jailer let out a scream that didn't sound like a human voice, and blood gushed out like a fountain, and then it was silent.Jin Wuniang laughed loudly, broke off two fence poles that were as thick as bowls in the prison, and walked out with big thorns.There are more than a dozen guards gathered outside the prison, they raised their knives and surrounded him like a formidable enemy, no one dared to move.Just like they didn't dare to rescue the colleague who was caught by him just now.

"Are you going to stop me?" Jin Wuniang cast a sharp glance, and snorted contemptuously.

The jailers looked at each other with pale faces, and moved their steps lightly, giving way to the way out of the prison, but dutifully blocked the way leading to the depths of the prison.

"Let me take a look, what kind of treasure are you bastards hiding, so shameful." Jin Wuniang held two heavy and strong wooden sticks in her hands, like a village owner who returned from Desheng, stepped forward With nondescript square steps, he approached the jailers.

Among the guards was an old guard in his fifties with a solemn face: "Wait a minute, sir. If you want to leave, we will see you off, but if you go in, you will offend the prime minister."

Jin Wuniang snorted softly, cleared her throat, tilted her head and spat at the wall.

Another strong middle-aged jailer said: "Don't you take the prime minister and Empress Diji seriously? You have great abilities, can you compare with Lin Hu? Lin Hu has repeatedly violated our country's borders, but after the prime minister and the emperor Under the majestic power of Empress Di Ji, she bowed her head and retreated thousands of miles."

Jin Wuniang was angry from her heart, and shouted: "Will you let me go! Whoever refuses to let me die!"

The jailers said in unison: "My boy, how dare you rob the prison! Shoulder to shoulder!"

The guards rushed up wielding hundred-steel knives, and Jin Wuniang wielded a thick wooden stick with both hands, and she just touched anyone she met.It is as easy and casual as a strong man like an iron tower hitting a rabbit.

Jin Wuniang dismissed the group of jailers and rushed in to see that there was only a bronze bell in the innermost prison.When he saw it, he was instantly dumbfounded.

This bronze bell was designed by Fang Diji herself several years ago in order to escort the wanted criminals. The bronze bell is really a thick, crisp and sturdy bell, which is big enough to hold three or four people in, but it has another purpose. You can't hear anything outside, and the voice is all contained inside, and what the people outside want to shout, the people inside can't hear it.Although there are air holes on the bell for the prisoners to breathe, but the iron chain outside the copper bell keeps rubbing against the bell body, and the people inside the bell will hear the rubbing and squeaking sounds amplified a hundred times. Men, also delirious ears roaring.If the person inside wants to seek death, the inside of the clock is round and has no edges and corners. If it is not killed, the seven orifices will be bled to death by the sound of the bell that he created.

The lock used under the clock is a set of chain locks without a key. It is like a series of nine rings. The clocks are strong from big to small, but the lock is made of extremely precious meteoric iron. If you know The trick is nothing more than that, if you don't know it, you may not be able to solve it until you die, but you will lock the people in the clock to death.If you want to use violence to break it hard, the people inside will be shocked to death before breaking the copper bell, not to mention that the sound of the bell can be heard hundreds of miles away, which will attract more soldiers to come here.

Jin Wuniang walked around the clock three times, and when she was at a loss what to do, Zhang Hua, dressed as a girl, walked in like a lotus leaf in a pool of blood: "Isn't it alright?"

Zhang Hua was taken aback when he saw the clock, and said, "How could that be? How could he remember to go to the Ministry of Criminal Justice to get this thing in a hurry?"

Jin Wuniang crossed her arms, squatted on the earthen platform and murmured, "This is to guard against me!"

Zhang Hua walked over, took the white satin sash, took out a piece of thin silk from it and spread it on the floor, knelt down and began to fiddle with the chain lock that encloses half a copper bell from bottom to top like a wreath, with slender hands, Break it down cleverly.

Jin Wuniang was overjoyed, and when he stopped to catch his breath, he asked, "How do you know how to solve this thing?"

Zhang Hua smiled slightly, and wiped the thin sweat from his brow: "I borrowed this thing from the Ministry of Criminal Justice last month. I secretly memorized and understood the Fa out of curiosity, and haven't put it down yet."

Jin Wuniang almost paid homage to his habit of writing down everything she saw, and squatted aside, not daring to vent her anger.

Zhang Hua turned the chain lock in circles, untied all 99 chains with ingenuity, and sat down on the ground, saying: "Lift the clock up."

At this time, it was Jin Wuniang's turn to play. He lifted the bell, and Chen Liang and Wang Qiandu hugged each other tightly inside, closing their eyes and waiting stupidly.

Jin Wuniang laughed loudly: "You thought it was that old thief who came, didn't you?"

King Chen Liang said: "Thank you two virtuous brothers for saving your life. My brother never forgets." The two of them quickly stood up and exercised their muscles, helped Zhang Hua, picked up the thin silk and took away the chain lock. Wu Niang went out.

The four of them came out of the prison gate, among them, the elder sister was so lively, the wine seller, the rice seller, and the wonton noodle seller; Skewers, boiled steamed stuffed buns with mung bean porridge for takeaway, those who drink tea, those who have a banquet, and those who eat Ken ham with garlic, those who have something to eat, those who rob, those who rob, those who are beggars, those who cheat, those who have three hands Steal what you can't see.The one who sings the music, the one who owes five dollars to listen to a section, the one who pushes the cart sweats, and the one who asks people to beat the fan, the one who calls the street to die, and the one who shouts at the master and wife to do good deeds, There are those who talk nonsense and those who are drunk and lie on the street pretending to be garlic.Those with rotten noses, those with cheap bones, those who lose gambling and stand on the wall, those who sigh with empty waists, those who live in a hotel rushing for exams, those who are dizzy from reading articles, come to the gate of the yamen to wander here and there. Yes, oops, this is so much fun.

The four of them arrived at the entrance of the inn, and turned to look for Fang Diji who was dressed like a poor monk in the alley.

Fang Diji, who looked like a poor monk, was lazily lying on the lap of a little beggar with her mouth curled up, showing another middle-aged poor man's palmistry: "You father and son, there is a saying that is good. The road is narrow, and the roc spreads its wings and hates the sky. Originally, it was a kind and responsible person, but it was just a moment of confusion and doing something that should not be done. Well, the poor monk did the calculations, it should be for profit, and it should be done for profit. Yu Xiaoren. Tsk tsk tsk, in this world, you are not afraid of bad things or bad people."

The poor man excitedly said: "Yes, what the master said is right! Others say that I have been poor fortune-telling all my life, but who knows that eight years ago I was the big housekeeper of a wealthy family. I didn’t expect to lose all my money and become a beggar, and now I don’t dare to take charge of my business. What do you think I will do in the future?”

Fang Diji curled her lips and squinted her eyes, and rubbed her eyes for a long time: "The lamp oil is exhausted, the leaking sound is dripping, and when the rooster crows, I will rest happily."

The poor man asked nervously, "What does this mean?"

Fang Diji said: "How about you, don't think too much about it, just do what you can do in a down-to-earth manner, earn some money and take your son to live a good life. Get up early and go to bed late, do everything simple and hardworking, and life will naturally get better Yes. Three years or half a year at most, there will be a big change. Sooner or later, you will still be a big housekeeper."

As soon as she let go of the poor man's hand, another dry and thin little beggar quickly stretched out his hand in front of her: "Master, please show me."

Chen Liang Wang Gan squeezed over from the crowd of beggars, bent down: "Holy Monk, I have something to ask you."

Fang Diji murmured, "The poor monk just figured it out, you two should come too. Just in time, the poor monk is a little hungry."

Chen Liang respectfully said: "The holy monk stretches out his hand, and this disciple will help you out."

At this point, the two of them, King Chen Liang, dragged Fang Diji out, and a group of beggars waved behind their backs; "Master, go slowly, I will definitely listen to your teachings." "Master, you haven't counted on me yet."" Master, you are too accurate!"

Fang Diji turned her head and said with a chuckle: "It will be better in the future, and I see the poor monk wants to treat me again. Today is not counted, and we will meet again in the future."

Carrying Fang Diji into the carriage, Zhang Hua also hid in the carriage and changed back into the boy's clothes. Fang Diji smiled softly and said, "Mother, it's a fortune teller!"

Fang Diji rested comfortably on a bag of white rice, and regained some energy: "Many years ago, when my mother was still alive, she once taught me how to dress up as a fortune-telling nun and visit rich people's houses. Although I didn't I used to be a bandit, but when I was seriously injured again and had no money left, I relied on fortune-telling for a month."

Zhang Hua said: "Mother, teach me when you have time."

Fang Diji scratched her neck, and said: "I asked you to recite Qiaolian Shenshu and learn Zhouyi, Mayi Shenxiang, Ziwei Doushu, and Yuzan Ji. These are enough to deceive people. It doesn't matter how much you learn. The important thing is to judge people accurately and be able to speak well." She scratched her neck again: "I'm always accurate for the Queen Mother, but in fact I can't memorize the Zhouyi Ziwei Xingxing at all. It’s almost the same when you look, hear, and ask.”

Suddenly I heard Jin Wuniang's voice outside the carriage: "The fourth child hugs mother!"

The roof of the car seemed to have been hit, and then there was no movement.Fang Diji knew that her dantian was abolished, and her eyesight and hearing had faded to be inferior to ordinary people, even if she couldn't hear anything, she looked at the expression of Zhang Hua who was hugging her.

Zhang Hua's face was pale, uglier than a dead person.

Immediately, King Chen Liang shouted loudly: "Jin Wu!"

At the same time, there was another earth-shattering bang, as if something heavy hit the ground.

Fang Diji saw through the gap in the curtain that he had already left the city at this time, and suddenly understood, "He put down the thousand-jin gate of the city gate, didn't he?"

Zhang Hua's lips trembled, and he said, "Yes."

Jin Wuniang has a lot of strength in her arms, but how can she really have a lot of strength?

The thousand-jin gate is said to be as heavy as a thousand catties, but it is more than a thousand gold.

Fang Diji sighed, and silently turned her face to the corner.She finally regained some of her spirit, but she froze as if dead.She already understands, there is no need to say anything, let alone ask carefully, she already understands.The life and death of Jin Wuniang, the life and death of his group, and his current strategy are all understood.

Zhang Hua also understood.If he couldn't unlock the chain lock at that time, then the two elder brothers were still in the hands of the prime minister, and they went to the gate of the city and forced Jin Wuniang to die...Fang Diji fell into a situation of being alone. , is really easy.