"Why is he here like this?"

Feng Ming was suspicious, but they were outside after all, so he grabbed Feng Xiyun and asked him not to say anything. Then he followed the waiter into the private tea room upstairs without making a sound.

Because she and Feng Xiyun saw Sheng Jicheng, they slowed down a little, which led to the situation where Feng Yuyun lay on the table and tired them out, then came in and teased her.

"Hey, sister, why did Sheng Jicheng appear here like that? It's obvious that he has bad intentions and is going to do something bad."

Feng Ming found Feng Xiyun's thoughtful look a little funny. It seemed that going out was really a training for him. When he was in the imperial capital, he was like a half-grown child who never grew up and didn't care about anything. But after arriving in Mingcheng, he became caring and smart.

"He's obviously dressed to hide his identity. I guess he wants to use the noisy environment to discuss something. He's a great hermit, and this place is actually more suitable for conversation than a private place."

"Oh, I just don't know what they are talking about."

Feng Xiyun sighed in disappointment, and stretched his head to look in the direction where he had seen Sheng Jicheng go before, as if his eyes could penetrate the walls and the crowd to see what was happening in other people's rooms.

"Okay, just sit down and rest for a while. When we came up just now, the waiter said that the best storyteller in Ming City would be here to tell stories. You can just listen for a while."

Feng Xiyun was already feeling a little discouraged because his curiosity was not satisfied. Now when Feng Ming asked him to listen to a storyteller, he felt even more discouraged. He felt as wilted as an eggplant hit by frost on the coldest day of winter.

"What are you listening to? I don't understand anything. He can translate it, but that's not like listening to a storyteller. It's not fun at all."

Fengming “…”

As expected, I should ask Mingxin to get a translator for Feng Xiyun.

"It's okay, just listen to the storytelling style of the Mingcheng storyteller."

Feng Xiyun was helpless and sighed deeply. This was the only way. Even if he was asked to leave and stop listening to storytelling here, he himself was unwilling to leave. Although the translator's translation was not as expressive as the storyteller's, at least he could listen to a story.

"Ding~"

Suddenly, the sound of gongs and drums was heard downstairs, and the noisy teahouse gradually became quiet, as if this was a signal.

Feng Xiyun, who was just dejected and seemed not to want to listen to the storyteller, was the first one to react excitedly and rushed to the window, opened it and looked at the stage downstairs.

"Hey, come and see, it's no different from our Daqing. But why are all the good storytellers blind old men?"

Because the downstairs had fallen into silence, Feng Xiyun's words seemed louder. The old blind storyteller downstairs was being supported by a little boy on the stage. When he heard this, he actually forgot Feng Xiyun's direction and turned around to "look" over.

Somehow, those cloudy and lifeless eyes made Feng Xiyun feel cold in his heart. He involuntarily took two steps back and accidentally stepped on the foot of Feng Yuyun who was also walking over to watch.

"hiss!"

Feng Yuyun gasped in pain and was about to explode and question Feng Xiyun, but was stopped by Feng Ming.

"Stop talking!"

Feng Yuyun felt wronged and wanted to act coquettishly with tears in her eyes, but she saw Feng Ming looking downstairs with a serious face through the cover of the window.

For a moment, curiosity overwhelmed the pain. Feng Yuyun took small steps and leaned on Feng Ming's shoulder, following her gaze - she was also looking at the old storyteller.

"Sister, what's wrong?"

"That person looks familiar..."

Fengming was shocked, but he didn't want to believe that he would see this person here!

Before Modong, Daqing had the most notorious murderer and rapist, Feng Sanshi.

What this person did is disgusting to talk about.

Feng Sanshi had a bad temper since childhood, and was known for his mischief and mischief. When he grew up, he did not become a better boy. Instead, he grew up to be a big bully who did nothing all day long and relied on brute force to bully men and women in the village.

One day, Feng Sanshi was strolling through a village and fell in love with a farmer's little daughter. He insisted that she marry him. Knowing his reputation, the farmer was naturally unwilling.

Seeing that the farmer was unwilling, Feng Sanshi was patient at first and pretended to be a good person who had turned over a new leaf. Every now and then he would bring gifts to the farmer's house and offer to help the farmer plant the fields and harvest the wheat. Although the farmer did not accept his gifts, he was gradually moved by his attitude and thought that he was a "prodigal son who has returned" and really considered marrying his daughter to him.

Feng Sanshi noticed the change in the farmer's attitude, and naturally treated the little peasant girl as his own.

The little peasant girl had a cousin, and they grew up together since they were childhood sweethearts. However, there was no ambiguous relationship between them, but it was simply a relationship between a brother and a sister. However, because of the friendship of growing up together, the cousin always took extra care of his cousin.

One day, the cousin came to the farmer's house to tell him the good news of his upcoming marriage. Seeing his cousin was even more joyful, so he became more intimate with her, and in fact, he just rubbed her head. Unfortunately, this action was witnessed by Feng Sanshi, who had come to see his "young wife" again. Without knowing the truth, he pulled out a dagger from his bosom and stabbed the unsuspecting cousin.

My cousin was stabbed by Feng Sanshi for no apparent reason, and fell in a pool of blood. Unsatisfied, Feng Sanshi also injured his "future father-in-law" who stepped forward to intervene. The peasant girl, terrified by this, huddled in a corner, trembling. But Feng Sanshi, surprised by the sight of blood, showed no sign of panic. Instead, he was incredibly excited. He dragged the girl into the room and raped her.

When the farmer's wife returned from her relatives' home, she saw her nephew and husband lying in a pool of blood, already breathless, and her daughter in the house, who looked like a rag doll without a soul. She felt devastated.

A peasant woman filed a complaint with the county government. The county magistrate was enraged by the vicious case and ordered the arrest of Feng Sanshi. However, Feng Sanshi had already fled and no one knew his whereabouts.

And where was Feng Sanshi hiding? No one expected that he would become a monk.

But a bad guy is always a bad guy, and Feng Sanshi is rotten from the soul.

After pretending to be a master in the temple for a few years, Feng Sanshi actually took control of the temple. Not only did he kill the previous abbot, he also drove out all the masters who did not obey his orders. From then on, the pure land of Buddhism was turned into a hotbed of demons by him.

"elder sister?"

"Ah, what's wrong?"

Feng Ming was lost in the memories of some things and didn't notice what Feng Yuyun said to her.

"I thought the storytelling was about to begin, and it seemed to be about the story of Sheng Jicheng and Sister Xin Wu!"