Jianming Chaos

Zhiming spent a peaceful night at the Chijin Inn.The next morning, he decided to take a stroll around the city first to see if there were any special beautiful scenery in Xuchang, so he locked the door and went to the street.

The street is a bustling scene, with numerous shops and crowds; various vendors compete to attract customers, but they do not interfere with each other, each relying on its strength; from time to time, officers and soldiers patrol past to maintain order.He feels that the business atmosphere here is quite good, and the security is also good.

Zhiming looked eastward and westward, and suddenly saw a small two-story building diagonally opposite, with a plaque hanging on the outside, with three big red characters "Cuixiang Building" written on it, and several young girls with heavy make-up and beauties standing at the door, holding colorful Sijuan beckons to passers-by, and winks from time to time.Some well-dressed people passed by. Under the temptation of a few words, they couldn't hold back after all, and were pulled in with their shoulders hooked and their backs hooked.Zhiming immediately realized that this was a romantic place, and his eyes moved up a little, only to see a woman standing alone on the balcony on the second floor. Judging from the appearance, she should also be a brothel woman, but her eyes were slightly melancholy, He doesn't want to make gestures to attract customers, he seems to be a caring and out-of-group person.Zhiming only felt that she looked familiar. Even though she was wearing makeup, he could still recognize her, but he couldn't remember where he saw her.

Thinking about it, Zhiming turned around and walked into a small alley, just bumped into a young man at the corner.

"Excuse me!" The young man hurriedly dodged and ran away.

Zhiming touched his chest subconsciously, and found that the money pouch in the inner pocket was gone, and immediately turned to chase after it.

Seeing that he was catching up, the young man ran even harder.Zhiming chased him all the way to another alley.There was a dead end ahead, so the young man had no choice but to stop.

Zhiming rushed over.The young man turned around and threw a sweeping punch, Zhiming caught it easily and turned the opponent's hand around; he kicked behind his knee again, and the young man immediately knelt down.

"Spare me, hero!" The young man begged for mercy after being beaten.

"Give me back the money bag!" Zhiming said angrily, "Just now I thought the law and order in the capital was good, but after being messed with like this by you, I will change my mind again."

"Here...here you..." The young man handed him the purse.

Zhiming put away the money bag and said, "You are so courageous, you even dare to steal my uncle's money! Do you know who I am?"

"I don't know, please enlighten me." The young man was full of fear.

"I am the saint..." Zhiming realized that he had slipped his words, and hurriedly corrected himself, "I am the famous knight from Jingzhou—so is Lei Zhiming!"

"Oh, long-awaited, long-awaited." The young man didn't know who he was at all, so he could only perfunctoryly say, "The villain has eyes but doesn't know Mount Tai, please let the hero let me go!"

Zhiming let go of his hand and said, "You have a quick brain. Next time, you'd better plan your escape route in advance."

The young man stood up, stretched his sprained arm, but stayed where he was.

Seeing that he was quite young, Zhiming asked, "It seems that you are still young, why do you want to steal?"

"Hey, hero, I have no choice!" The young man was sad, "My mother was seriously ill a few years ago, and the family had no money to treat it, so I had to come out and steal it."

Zhiming saw that he was kind-hearted. Although he was a thief, he didn't seem like a liar, so he asked about his family affairs.The young man didn't hide anything, and started talking in detail.The following is his self-reported experience:

My real name is Li Xiaoyuan, and my usual name is A Xian. I lived with my parents in Xuzhou when I was young.Life was going well at first, but suddenly one day, a large number of officers and soldiers rushed into the city, massacred the people wantonly, and made the whole Xuzhou into a mess.My father died in that war, and my mother and I escaped to Xuchang with the refugees.When I arrived in Xuchang, I heard that the massacre was planned by the current Prime Minister Cao Cao. In order to avenge his father's beheading by the Xuzhou captain, he promoted the "righteous teacher" and threatened to kill the people of Xuzhou.After hearing the news, we were worried that Xuchang soldiers would capture Yanzhou, so we hid outside the city.Later, we met a kind-hearted man and we were able to settle down in West Village on the outskirts of the city.Later, my mother fell ill and couldn't afford it.In order to raise money for her medical treatment, I searched for jobs everywhere, but my luck was bad, and I couldn't do many jobs for long.Finally one day, an accidental opportunity made me know a master thief. I worshiped him as my teacher, learned superb theft skills, and started my career as a thief.

"I only steal money to make ends meet and help my mother heal her illness. I never steal from the poor, and neither does my master; I am also poor, and I know what it means to be poor." A Xian seemed righteous when he said this.

"Then how do you know I'm not poor?" Zhiming was puzzled.

"Look at your attire, you are definitely not poor." A-Xian deliberately flattered.

"Well, that's true. You know what to do." Zhiming took the opportunity to pretend to be rich.

"This is the evil result of the troubled times!" Ah Xian sighed, "If the long-term political corruption has not caused the people to live in poverty, I would have fallen to this point? Who doesn't want to live a dignified life? It's life!"

Hearing this, Zhiming looked up to the sky and sighed deeply, hating himself for not being able to help these poor people even though he was the incarnation of the holy sword that rules the world.He really hoped that there would be a rain of money from heaven, so that all the money would flow into the threshold of the poor, so that they would no longer suffer and be oppressed by the rich.

A-Xian said: "My master is a grand thief who robs the rich and gives to the poor."

"Who is your master?" Zhiming asked with interest.

Hearing someone asking about his master, A-Xian immediately became full of air, raised his voice and said, "My master is known as the number one thief in the Central Plains, and his name is Yang Ji! Let me tell you, he is not only proficient in the art of theft, but also able to fly through walls He is proficient in all kinds of weapons, and he is an all-rounder in martial arts. He once sneaked into the mansion of Wei Hong, the richest businessman in the capital, at night, and stole a priceless crystal ball!"

"You mean Wei Hong, the owner of Chijin Inn?"

"Yes, you are from Jingzhou, how did you know him?"

"I live there, and the inn boy mentioned him. What's a crystal ball?"

"I don't know either. Anyway, it's a round transparent glass ball, as big as a human head. I heard it came from the ancient Persian Empire, not a Chinese thing."

"The Persian Empire?" Zhiming seems to have heard Master mention this western country. "Didn't it perish hundreds of years ago? How come there are still treasures left? And it has been handed down to Han soil?"

"This... I don't know either." A Xian didn't understand history.

"Since it is a valuable item from a foreign country, why didn't Wei Hong send more people to guard it?"

"Who says no one is watching? Weizhuang is heavily guarded, and even flies can't fly in! Fortunately, Master has the ability to appear and disappear, so doing this kind of thing is a piece of cake for him." Tell it again.

Although he felt that he was exaggerating the facts, Zhiming still began to admire Yang Ji.

"I heard that he used to learn martial arts from a Taoist named Zuo Ci. That person's Taoism is very advanced. After he developed a good skill, he left the teacher's school and became a thief."

"Since you have martial arts, why steal it? You should use your martial arts to weed out the strong and help the weak."

"Life forces me. My master became a grand thief in order to steal from the rich and help the poor. He never steals from the poor, but only steals from the rich. Every time he succeeds, he will distribute most of the money to the local poor, and only keep a little for himself. Once, our family got a favor from him, and that's when I met him. He's a great philanthropist."

"It seems that your master does have a sense of justice, but theft is illegal. Isn't he afraid of being caught?"

"Hey, he has great supernatural powers, and no one can catch him in all over the world; even if he is caught, he can still escape from prison." Ah Xian said happily.

"No matter what, it's better to be upright. You don't have to rob the rich and give to the poor. Not all rich people's money comes from unknown sources, and there are not a few people who work hard to get rich. Although we are born in troubled times, we have to rely on our own efforts to earn money." We cannot rely on stealing and defrauding money, let alone helping those corrupt officials and profiteers engage in illegal activities in order to obtain petty profits."

After hearing these words, Ah Xian silently lowered his head and fell into deep thought.

"By the way, can you take me to meet your master?" Zhiming suddenly wanted to catch a glimpse of this legendary figure.

"He was wanted by the government and fled to Soochow. At that time he said he would take me with him, but I couldn't leave my mother alone, so I didn't go with him." A Xian felt regretful and helpless.

"It's like this... Is Lingtang's illness serious?"

"It's very serious. I asked the doctor to see it before. They said it was a bone marrow problem. It's not cured. I can only spend the rest of my life in bed." Ah Xian's eyes were wet, "Oh, it would be great if my father was here."

"Since the doctor can't cure it, what can you do if you have money?"

"Recently, a great mage named 'Daoren' appeared outside the city. I heard that he can cure diseases with the law, and has saved the lives of many dying patients inside and outside the city. I want to invite him to try."

Zhiming was puzzled. He believed that birth, old age, sickness and death are inevitable. Once sick, it can only be solved by medical means. It is impossible for a mage to cure a disease, so he said: "I don't really believe that a mage can cure a disease." illness, hearsay should not be trusted."

"It's not just hearsay, there are people in our village who were cured by him; so far, there is only one way to try. Hero, please help me, first lend me a sum of money, and I will pay you back later." Ah Xian looked pitiful. say.

Zhiming already had the idea of ​​helping him, and he also wanted to take the opportunity to find out who the sacred Master Daoren was, so he said, "No problem, it is my nature to help others."

"Okay, but I want to fill my stomach first. Daxia Lei, you don't mind treating me, a poor thief, to a meal?"

"...You brat, you have a thick skin! You stole my money, borrowed money from me, and asked me to treat you to dinner. Don't we know each other very well?" Zhiming said half-jokingly, not angry.

Ah Xian scratched his head with a playful smile.Zhiming said helplessly, "Let's go, who made me like being a good old man."

They walked towards a restaurant.Really do not know each other, they have become friends.

In the restaurant, A-Xian started to gobble it up.Zhiming was stunned. He forgot that the poor ghost and the hungry ghost were actually twin brothers.

After dinner, they left the city and came to the foot of Wuhu Mountain.After passing through a jungle, A-Xian pointed to a small villa ahead and said, "It should be there."

From just now, Zhiming has vaguely felt that there is an evil spirit lingering here.Is it a coincidence that this mysterious mage lives at the foot of the mountain where the headquarters of the White Tigers is located?Moreover, judging from the newness of the exterior facade, the construction of this mansion should not have been more than half a year, and it looks like it was specially built for Master Daoren.

Ah Xian knocked on the door.Soon, a young man in a yellow robe opened the door.

"May I ask if Master Ren is there?" A-Xian asked.

"You are..." The man looked them up and down.

"We are here to ask the mage to treat the illness, please inform me."

Hearing that they came to seek medical treatment, the man didn't think much about it, so he invited the two of them in, closed the door and said, "I am Shiqing, the great apprentice of Master Daoren, and my master is inside the house. Please follow me, both of you."

Shiqing took them into the back room.There is no one here, only a large altar with burning incense candles and stacked paper money; some mysterious patterns are printed on the yellow cloth of the altar.

Shiqing came to the inner room and knocked on the door, saying, "Master, there are two guests who want to see you."

"Who is it?" There was a procrastinated response from the inner room.

"He came to seek medical treatment," Shiqing said.

After a while, Master Daoren came out slowly.He was also wearing a yellow robe, holding a ponytail duster, thick eyebrows, big eyes, disheveled hair, more like a wizard.

"What do you want from me?" Master Daoren asked in a condescending tone.

"Hello master, my name is A Xian, and I come from the west village in the suburbs of the city. My mother suffered from bone disease and hadn't got out of bed for several years. I invited several doctors to see her and took a lot of medicine, but they didn't work. I heard that you The mana is powerful and can cure all kinds of diseases, so I am here to ask for help. If I can cure my mother's illness, I will thank you with a lot of money." A Xian said respectfully.

As soon as he heard the word "heavy gold", Master Daoren's eyes lit up immediately, but he immediately put on an expression that regarded money as dung, and said: "It is the bounden duty of the poor to cure diseases and save lives. Let's not talk about money first, and wait for the cure." I'll talk about it later when I'm sick."

"Really? Master agreed? Thank you so much!" A Xian knelt down and kowtowed excitedly.

"You don't need to be too polite, please come up, I can't afford it." Master Daoren saw Zhiming and asked, "This is..."

A Xian stood up and introduced: "This is Hero Lei, my new friend, he paid for my mother's medical treatment."

"Really? Unexpectedly, there are such kind-hearted people in the world today!" Master Daoren laughed.

Zhiming smiled perfunctorily.In fact, from the very beginning, he felt that the sorcerer in front of him was a bit weird. Based on his intuition, he decided that he was not a real Taoist.

"Bone disease is indeed a major problem in today's medical field. Besides, it has been delayed for several years. I can't guarantee that it will be cured, but I will try my best." Master Daoren ordered Shiqing again, "Ask Yuan Qing to come here. , get everything ready, and immediately follow me to the West Village to save people!"

A Xian said happily: "Master really cares about the suffering of the people, I should have come to you long ago."

After Shi Qing and Yuan Qing prepared all the necessary items, everyone set off.