Chapter 80 0080

Behind the floats is the one-eyed donkey in the salt market. This kind of funny-looking little donkey is made of oil paper, colored paper and bamboo branches. It is put on the waist of the one-eyed dragon who is dressed as an old widow. Stabbed the paper donkey alive, and deceived people. From a distance, they argued that it was a real donkey. The donkey's ears, neck, tail and four hooves were all equipped with flexible buttons. With its belly up and butt up, it pawed its hoofs in a serious manner, and walked in the air. With a knocking wooden fish, you could even hear the sound of its hooves; the head of the little paper donkey was also lit, its ears and long tail Also shaking, it is three points longer than a live donkey.

The one-eyed dragon playing the donkey is a masterpiece at the Yanshi temple fair. He is dressed as an old, ugly and flirtatious widow, with a persimmon bun on the back of his head, rouge powder on his face, and his eyebrows are moving. Shaking the plantain fan, full of sarcastic remarks, upside down lewdness, coupled with ridiculous and bizarre movements, it was so funny that people squatted on the ground with their stomachs in their hands and laughing. Two men dressed up in the shape of flower heads and wearing sheepskin hats played the forked horn, (bamboo rattles, also known as "money sticks" in Sichuan.) They tied a bamboo tube with a heart full of copper coins. The clapper kept beating on the shoulder blades and knees, making a series of rhythmic rustling sounds, singing in a crooked way:

"Ma'am, It's not good, it's not good, it's not good, The five hundred silver red envelope was not delivered, so we Master Qingtian was so angry that his heart ached! Gavel in the front hall Even if he is lenient, he refuses to apply for him. Master Qingtian...he...he...he... He kept saying that he wanted to kill...people..." Such a little song similar to lotus flowers made Guan Baye look up to the sky and sigh. As the saying goes, the officials are not honest and the people complain. How can a corrupt government like Beiyang not make the people complain and become so angry? !If one can sacrifice one's life to eliminate these hostility and turn it into an anger against violence and rape, then all peoples will be considered lucky...

"Go... God... drive!" a rough and clear voice yelled. "Go...God...drive...ah!" Many voices echoed. Before the god came, the atmosphere suddenly became solemn. The sound of gongs and drums turned into a slow and solemn rhythm, beating steadily. Surrounded by dozens of heavenly soldiers and generals armed with knives, guns, swords, halberds, axes, sticks, hammers and forks, these guards in front of the gods turned somersaults all the way, and let out a huge roar in unison.As soon as people saw the miraculous god carrying it, they were busy burning incense and wax, bowing their knees and bowing their heads, and bowed down line by line.

"The second class will be here soon, Lord Fang." Guan Baye looked at the sky and said silently counting the time. "It's still early." Fang Sheng said: "When Judge Zhu Si leaves the square, it may be past noon. They are the 22nd class meeting, which happens to be at the end of the line... After they come in, all the previous classes have been dispersed. Outside the town, it is enough to hold Yanshi tight, if there is no accident, it will be rare for him to escape!" The first class will press the tail, followed by many believers in the peculiar "kowtow meeting", men, women, old and young. Wearing iron chains and dressing up as criminals before the gods, each person held a small bench with both hands, the surface of the bench was painted brightly, and the ends were wrapped with red and black cloth. The believers at the prostration meeting were like a group of beetles, all Whispering and praying, he crawled on the ground, put down the small bench every time he took a step, knocked his head against the bench, and at the same time scattered the scattered incense all the way on the road. ... There is also a more bizarre kind of sheep worship party. They carry a table of eight immortals, on which is an old sheep with curved horns carved out of wood and painted with oil paint. There is an incense burner around the old sheep, burning rich sandalwood. Xiang, pounding the double-ringed giant drum, gathered around and worshiped. The speed of worshiping the old sheep depends on the speed of the drum. When the drum is slow, the drum can still be knocked. , Those people knocked like crazy, faster than pounding garlic.

The meeting team moved slowly.Every team has its own ingenuity to fight for odds and wins. Some dance lions, some play dragons, and some play fireballs; The children stepped on the rollers, and people counted and watched them one by one, as if they had completely forgotten the time.But the shadow of the sun is also slowly moving inch by inch, and finally Class 22 will enter the arena! Zhang Fushou who understands is called Laoshou. When he usually goes to the market, he often sits in teahouses on the streets of Yanshi. Many people in Yanshi know him. Today Laoshou still understands, but there is no trace of blood on his face. Like a dead person, his eyes are so staring that he can't even recognize people.And that team also dressed up very grimly, from the Hades to the ghost soldiers, every face was painted in a horrible and hideous way, with vermilion, irk blue and gray and black mixed, and some ears were covered with ear hair; pretending to be a judge Holding the book of life and death in one hand and a cinnabar pen in the other, he danced in front of his head like a fake official. Big-headed ghosts, hanged ghosts, ghosts wandering the streets with choking white powder all over their faces, and dead ghosts howling and begging all the way. The ghost kept reaching out for money.Guan Baye counted the heads, and there were more than thirty people.Following this group of people was short Shi Er who was dressed as a long-haired lady. He was wearing a tall tube hat and dragging a mourning stick.Twenty steps away from Shorty Shi Er, the eight generals who captured Mrs. Long Head, together with Black and White Wuchang, Bull Head Horse Face and Ghost Envoy, there are a total of more than 20 people. The short guns were all filled with pressure guns, and the nose was pulled up. As long as there was any movement in front, the guns could be fired immediately.

"Master Fang, when do you plan to arrest people?" Guan Baye upstairs said to Fang Sheng. "There are too many people here, so it's inconvenient to start with," Fang Sheng said, "I've already taken care of them, and when they get to the ghost altar, I've made arrangements around the ghost altar. If you control it, Yanshi will be spared a bloody disaster." "This idea is very sound," Guan Baye looked around at the crowd and said, "If you do it in the street, random guns will inevitably hurt people..." Before Guan Baye finished speaking, the guns rang out like cannonballs opened.

It turned out that Judge Zhu Si had already estimated that the temple fair in Yanshi was too abrupt, and there must be a conspiracy behind it. He first arrested Zhang Fushou, the leader of the meeting, and let him lead the way into Yanshi, but he thought that even if Yanshi was discovered, He would never strike first in the street, he always used the crowd watching the meeting as a shield, and drew his gun first.He had long planned to attack the regiment headquarters of the militia immediately after drawing his gun, to snatch the silver money.Judgment Zhu Si had a tacit understanding with his subordinates, the leader let out a hoot, and those people immediately jumped into the left and right crowds, making it impossible for the more than 20 people behind them to fire their guns. It was too late to swing out the pistol.Only the big bear playing the horse fork was in a moment of anxiety, shaking his hands and flying out of the horse fork with nine bells attached to it, causing a bandit to fall down on the street with the fork on his back, howling.

It only took a split second, and the residents who had prepared for it had already closed their doors and raised the bar, causing Judge Zhu and his team to lose their shields. Judge Zhu's quick response in the salt market was beyond Mr. I had to hide in the eaves and alleys to fight, because the two sides were mixed together, and when I opened my mouth with a gun, I was stunned in a daze, and I couldn't tell who should hit whom. ! A bare-chested ghost pawn was holding a pistol, spotted the big-headed ghost and threw a swarm of fire, and then leaped across the street to chase him. The bandit pretending to be the big-headed ghost ran and returned the gun indiscriminately, and the bullets couldn't hit him. All the heads flew into the sky.One Heiwuchang was chasing the other Heiwuchang, and the two of them knew in their hearts—it was definitely not their own.

The gun smoke exploded one by one under the sun.The gun battle moved to the vicinity of the Dawang Temple at the intersection of the cross street. A group of bandits entered the temple, covered their bodies with the temple wall and lions and beasts, and fired guns outside.There was a dead body of a ghost soldier who couldn't tell which side it was from, lying in the middle of the street.This kind of gun battle where both sides disguised themselves was really rare, and the fight was extraordinarily chaotic and miserable. "Come on, Lord Fang," Guan Baye lifted up his gown and pointed his guns and said, "Let's split our heads up and take out the bandits in the Dawang Temple first, so that the brothers have a chance to unload, otherwise, it's too late to even point out the guns." Don't worry, this fire can't be fought!"

"Old Cao," Fang Sheng called out, "First move a platoon to surround the Dawang Temple! The people who greet us quickly unload their clothes, so as not to accidentally injure them!" Guan Baye stepped out of the back window, stepped on the tile ridge, and jumped towards the Dawang Temple obliquely. At this time, Xiang Lao San, Wang Dagui, who was pretending to be a heavenly general, and Shi Er, who was pretending to be a lady with a long head, had jumped over the wall and jumped into the Dawang Temple in.Shorty Shi Er jumped into the temple, a few rounds of fire hit his face, piercing the tall hat on his head, and in a blink of an eye a black shadow rushed into the west corridor room, Shorty Shi Er chased after him, the man lost his face and shot. Fire was poured out, and a magazine of ammunition just emptied, Shi Er dwarf seized the opportunity, which would allow him to have a chance to change the magazine, held the gun in his hand and scolded: "I'll kill you son of a son of a son of a bitch. I must let you bleed for me!" The man stepped into a room, there was nowhere to escape, and he turned his face so that the barrel of the gun smashed the top hat of Shorty Shi Er, but Shorty Shi Er's black muzzle hit him. live on the man's temple.