Chapter 196: Son Pays Father’s Debt
Meng Zhi: "Tell me about the stone statue in West City. Don't lie."
"Okay!"
The storyteller opened his mouth and bit the silver coin, which hit his teeth, but he smiled and wrinkled his eyes.
Once the fan is put away, he becomes a simple, pure and honest man.
"Sir, you've come to the right person. I'll tell you everything I know about the statue. I'll share everything I know."
"Stop talking nonsense." Meng Zhi threw another purse of silver onto the table.
The storyteller was so happy that he couldn't close his mouth, and the sound of his voice was filled with uncontrollable laughter.
"Sir, this stone statue has been out for almost half a year, no, it's almost been a year."
"The stone statue is called the Child-Giving Statue. It was built by the City Lord when he was praying for children for the people of West City. The statue emerged from the ground on its own when he built the Moon-Watching Tower."
"You two may not know that every family in West City has few children, so having two children is considered a blessing."
The storyteller suddenly lowered his voice, his eyes darting around observing, "City Master Mei has only one idiot son, and no descendants."
"But ever since the Childbearing Statue appeared, anyone who wants a child should go to the Moon-Watching Pagoda and then worship before the Childbearing Statue, and they will have a child."
"Last month, City Lord Mei had a son and a daughter, and his third concubine is also pregnant. It looks like they'll give birth in the spring."
A look of faith crossed the storyteller's face. "The Child-Giving Statue must have appeared because it knew that Xicheng was hoping for an heir. People from other countries wouldn't be able to use their worship, but only the people of Xicheng would."
Ye Xingzhou asked, "Are those babies healthy?"
Storyteller: "Of course, everyone is in good health."
Ye Xingzhou: "How do I get to the Statue of Childbearing?"
The storyteller pointed outward, "Follow this road to the riverbank where there are no plum trees, and then cross the stone bridge."
Ye Xingzhou nodded, "Okay, thank you very much."
The storyteller put away the purse of silver and grinned broadly, "If you have any questions, please come to the third house in West Lane to find me."
As the storyteller was speaking, his eyes accidentally fell on Ye Xingzhou's face. The hand holding the purse suddenly trembled, and his eyes widened. When Ye Xingzhou looked over, he quickly suppressed his emotion.
Ye Xingzhou naturally didn't miss the surprise, "Do you know me?"
"No, I don't know him. Please don't joke with me, sir." The storyteller stood up awkwardly and was about to leave.
Meng Zhi drew his sword and blocked the way, "Speak."
"Sir, swords have no eyes, please don't scare me."
The storyteller saw the sword tremble, but Ye Xingzhou stood up at this time, walked around the storyteller twice, and fixed his eyes on that face.
He has a square face, triangular eyes, wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, and looks middle-aged. His mouth is a little crooked when he smiles.
This appearance, this temperament, and the tone of voice are inexplicably a bit like Zhao Feng, but he is a middle-aged version of Zhao Feng.
Thinking of the storyteller's first-hand information and his gossipy nature, Ye Xingzhou asked.
Ye Xingzhou: "Do you have a son named Zhao Feng?"
Storyteller: "..." Why are you looking so good?
The storyteller scratched his head, his eyes wandering around, "Well, Zhao Feng is the son of the old Wang family next door."
I'm not afraid of my words coming true.
Ye Xingzhou looked at him with dead eyes, "Did Zhao Feng pass on all the sect gossip to you?"
Storyteller: "I don't know any Zhao Feng."
The storyteller tried to get away with it, but Ye Xingzhou dropped a bombshell.
"In that case, I'll pay a storyteller to tell the story of Zhao Feng being punished to shovel excrement in the spirit beast pen for urinating in the wild."
The title has been thought of: the wild urinator cares for the spiritual pigs and shovels manure every day for love.
The storyteller was honest. The neighbors all knew him, and he couldn't afford to lose face. "No, can't I tell you that Zhao Feng is my son?"
Ye Xingzhou placed a truth talisman on the storyteller's forehead. The storyteller continued, "He sent me all this information, but I don't really know the sect's secrets. He just told me some romantic stories."
Ye Xingzhou raised his eyebrows, "When you looked at me just now, you obviously knew me."
"Zhao Feng sent me your portrait book."
The storyteller instantly raised his hands. "Although I am a storyteller, I have not passed on my books. I told Zhao Feng not to do such things that would insult people's reputations, and I burned all the books. I also mix a lot of false stories into the stories I tell, and I don't mention the names of the people. I only tell these stories to make a living."
"If you don't believe me, you can go to my house and take a look. There really aren't any books in there that shouldn't be there."
The storyteller shrank his head and said, "If you want to hit someone, hit my son. I'm old and can't take a beating. He's in good health from practicing Taoism, so he can take double the beating."
Smart and stupid.
Ye Xingzhou snatched the silver and half a dozen copper coins from the purse and stuffed them into his own pocket.
"I'm using the name to make money, so it's not too much for me to charge a little interest."
The storyteller watched the silver he had earned fly away, including half a string of copper coins he had just given as a reward, and nodded with tears in his eyes.
"It's not excessive, it's not excessive. If you feel uncomfortable, just beat Zhao Feng."
There’s an old saying that a son pays for his father’s debts. What’s wrong with Zhao Feng taking a beating for his father?
"Master Monk, can you put away your sword? I'm a little scared."
More than a little, the storyteller's legs were shaking with fear.
Seeing Ye Xingzhou nod, Meng Zhi put away his sword.
The storyteller rolled and crawled as he ran, moving like a snake and doing death rolls, for fear that Meng Zhi would turn around and stab him in the head with his sword.
It's like there's something wrong with my brain.
Meng Zhi turned his wrist, the Zhumie Sword disappeared, and a cluster of flame marks appeared on the back of his hand.
Ye Xingzhou returned the purse to Meng Zhi, who slapped it away without even blinking.
"What are you doing for me?"
Ye Xingzhou blinked, "The purse is yours, little brother."
Meng Zhi: "It will be yours when you come back."
Ye Xingzhou put away his purse and smiled foolishly, "Junior brother, I'll keep it for you first, and I'll give it to you when you need money later."
Meng Zhi took out two purses and threw them into Ye Xingzhou's hands.
Oh my god, it’s all my god!
Ye Xingzhou happily took the money.
Meng Zhi tutted lightly, "Put away your worthless look."
Ye Xingzhou: "Junior brother, I can't help but feel emotional. Please understand."
"If you keep on talking, I'll leave."
Meng Zhi said this and walked out of the teahouse. Ye Xingzhou put the lotus into the storage bag and hurried to follow.
Passing by a pastry shop, Ye Xingzhou bought two bags of plum cakes to take away.
"Junior brother, eat something to fill your stomach."
"There's food everywhere you go. Ye Xingzhou, you really are a pig spirit." Meng Zhi was still sharp-tongued.
Ye Xingzhou curved his lips and said, "Aren't you eating by yourself?"
Meng Zhi eats even more deliciously than him.
Meng Zhi glared at Ye Xingzhou and snatched the cake from his hand, "Leave it alone."
There are fewer and fewer plum blossoms floating in the air with snow, and an arch bridge covered with snow appears at the end of the road.
The river water under the bridge was clear and covered with a layer of ice, and a wooden boat was frozen on the shore.
There was a lingering smell of blood in the air.
Ye Xingzhou wrinkled his nose and sniffed carefully. There was indeed a smell of blood, which came from the opposite side of the stone bridge.
"Junior brother, do you smell it?"
As soon as Ye Xingzhou finished speaking, Meng Zhi suddenly stopped, stretched out his hand to stop Ye Xingzhou, and said sternly.
"Don't go up the stone bridge."
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