Mr. Yin and Yang, the True Record of Folk Gossip

"These people will be dealt with according to the law. They can't escape. You will deal with this matter later."

"I want to tell you something."

While speaking, I pointed to the sketch I drew on the ground, and said, "Hood and the others opened a tomb, and they have already recited the cause and effect. Zhanshan Town has suffered such a serious disease, and the people in the town are in dire straits."

"You can take out all the things below here, but remember not to enter the third tomb, and seal it with earth-lime mortar, because there is a source of tuberculosis there."

When I said this, Hood's eyes almost popped out.

Xu Baoshu, the mayor, and the townspeople behind all looked at me in astonishment.

The mayor immediately said in a hurry: "Sir! How dare we touch these treasures? Except for these villains, they are naturally yours. We will take them all out and hand them over to you."

The mayor was indeed sincere, and so were the older people.

But the rest of the townspeople, although they agreed on the surface, their secret expressions were different.

I don't find it offensive.

Treasures, especially in this year when there is not enough to eat, who wouldn't want it?

Moreover, these townspeople have just suffered from tuberculosis, and even died of their wives and children.

Money can always make up for some of their suffering.

After my thoughts settled down, I shook my head and said directly: "I take it, it is ill-gotten wealth, and it is the right way to use it for the people."

"Back when my master Jiang Yihong was walking around the world, he donated money even more generously."

"There is no need to discuss this matter again, and Li Yinyang is not a greedy person."

After I finished speaking, the eyes of the mayor and the others were red.

They looked very admiring and bowed deeply to me.

The townspeople in the rear were even more ecstatic in their eyes, and they also thanked me in unison.

I didn't say much, I just called Xu Baoshu and two other younger townspeople and asked them to come with me.

For the rest, I told the mayor to take them down to collect the property in the grave.

I told them again and again that they must completely seal the third tomb chamber I marked.

Then I led Xu Baoshu and others away.

After looking at the direction and the mountain with a fixed compass, I went around and walked towards the back of the mountain.

It took about an hour and we reached the back of the mountain.

Here, I found a small river, with sewage flowing in the river, and there was still a slight stench. Under the sun, I could vaguely see some bugs writhing.

Xu Baoshu and the other two townspeople retched, clutched their chests, and soon crouched on the side of the road and vomited.

I pondered for a moment, then told Xu Baoshu to remember this location, and when the doctor came, I would tell him the situation and ask him how to deal with it.

I don't know how to cure diseases, and the tuberculosis in the water has nothing to do with feng shui, resentment, and yin, so drawing symbols is useless.

We can only determine the position, and let those who can handle it handle it.

Xu Baoshu wiped the filth from the corners of his mouth, and murmured: "Everyone is drinking the water? This river should flow into the river in the town. Many people don't have wells in their homes, so they go to the river to get water. It's disgusting." It's..."

I nodded and said that as long as I don't touch the water and let the doctor treat the disease, the source of the disease will be eliminated, at least the development of tuberculosis can be curbed.

I originally wanted to say that how many people can survive can only be resigned to fate.

However, I remembered the escape talisman.

It turned out that Xu Baoshu's dying daughter, Qingqing, was affixed with a talisman and saved her life.

Perhaps, this is also an opportunity for the people of Zhanshan Town?

After a pause, I changed my tone and said, "There shouldn't be many casualties. Keep calm, and you'll be fine in the future."

Xu Baoshu and the others nodded repeatedly, with gratitude in their eyes.

We left from the back of the mountain and returned to the mountainside.

Some townspeople are already carrying sacks outside in an orderly manner.

I went into the house to have a look, and the idol had been knocked down, and the hole had been enlarged a lot.

The sacks are not belongings in the tomb, but they are digging the hole to make it easier to get down.

As for Hood and others, they have disappeared...

A townsman ran up to us and reported to me that Hood and the others had been taken down the mountain.

I nodded, not intending to stay on the mountain anymore, and after a few simple words, I also walked straight down the mountain.

Xu Baoshu followed me down the mountain.

After returning to the foot of the mountain, they went to Xu Baoshu's house again.

He Zhi was in the courtyard, holding a mourning stick in her hand, the stick was pitch black, and many white silks were tied on it.

Her movements were extremely sharp, and she was stepping forward, waving the mourning stick!

I didn't see Dunkong.

When He Zhi saw me, he immediately put away his movements and hurried to me.

She bit her lip and looked at my right arm, with a little surprise in her eyes.

I smiled, shook my head and said, "Skin trauma, the bullet passed by and missed me."

Only then did He Zhi's expression relax a bit.

But she still pursed her lips, and said softly: "I'll bandage you, there are too many escape symbols, and you have been resting."

"Okay." I nodded.

He Zhi led me into a room.

I sat down by the bed, and He Zhi began to bandage my wound.

Dunkong lay on the side of the bed, sleeping very soundly.

While cleaning the wound carefully, He Zhi said softly: "In a few years, the reputation of Li Yinyang, a geographer, will spread all over the world. Mr. Jiang has no regrets. Grandpa will be proud when he finds out."

I held He Zhi's palm with the other hand, and said gently: "Fame belongs to Mr. Yin Yang, a geographer. It is the order of the teacher, and it is the will. What I have always wanted is you and Dunkong."

He Zhi's face overflowed with a happy smile, and his eyes became crescent moons.

Not long after, she bandaged my wound and let me sleep with Dunkong for a while.

I did have a lot of drowsiness, so I lay down and rested.

I don't know how long I've been asleep, when I heard Dunkong's voice calling me.

I opened my eyes, rubbed between my brows, and sat up.

Dunkong lay down beside the bed, staring at me with wide eyes.

"Daddy." He called me in a childish voice.

I reached out and rubbed his head, ready to get out of bed.

But Dun Kong pouted again, and continued: "I had a dream, I saw Uncle Liao Cheng."

My pupils constricted suddenly, and my hands froze on top of Dunkong's head.

I didn't interrupt Dunkong's words.

He whispered: "It seems that he is hugging me, very happy, saying that I am his destined apprentice, and he will teach me everything."

"He was clearly talking to me, but I felt like he wasn't talking to me..."

"Where did Uncle Liao go? The last time you and uncle came back, why wasn't he there?"

My complexion changed again.

Escape, where is this a dream? !

Once or twice, it has already let me know that it is the induction of the soul, I thought it was just occasional.

Unexpectedly, Dunkong would sense something about another soul again and again...

Would this... be a good thing?

And Liao Cheng... He actually wanted to teach him everything...