When I heard what Old Man Jiang said, my whole body tightened. Because of Taoism, the awe of Old Man Jiang’s education, and my own personal experience, I actually had a sense of respect and avoidance of things like graves, but I didn’t.

I thought of someone picking up things from the grave.

"Master, you don't care about such a person? Are you still here to trade?" I am young, and in my heart, white is white and black is black. In my world, good people should live long and bad people should be arrested.

In my eyes, the master is a master. I think he should take care of this matter of picking up human graves.

"I don't care, their tomb robbers belong to the same industry, and many of them are poor people who have been forced into panic! In fact, if this goes on, life and death will be up to them, and their lives are not in their own hands. And if they rob other people's tombs, they will naturally

Their own retribution is being watched by God today. They know it and have their own rules, and when retribution comes, many people will recognize it.

Sanwa'er, the right and wrong in this world, black and white, are sometimes not as simple as you think. Just like this day, there must be day and night, right? In addition, our mountain is in charge of things.

, It’s a matter of another world, don’t allow those things to ruin people’s lives, but things in this world are not our business.” Old Man Jiang sighed and said quietly.

In fact, I was only ten years old at the time. Now that I think about it, he didn’t know how to explain the truth to a ten-year-old child. The human heart is the most terrifying thing, but the main purpose of Taoism is that it is natural for him, and the way of heaven has its own cycle.

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It is actually cruel to ask a child to accept certain darkness.

After being silent for a while, Old Man Jiang said: "When you are fifteen years old, I will take you out. From now on, I will take you to the 'Jianghu' every year. Then you will understand a lot."

I nodded with some embarrassment in my heart. After all, I still can't accept things in the world with a normal heart. I can see through others and let them do it. Their true intentions are all mine.

After walking for a while, Old Man Jiang finally pulled me into a teahouse. Compared with other teahouses, this teahouse is very obviously different. It has a small second floor and has an air that does not belong to the market.

"This underground shop is open in such a flamboyant manner. I'm afraid it's showing off its status as the boss of the industry." Old Man Jiang muttered as soon as he entered the teahouse, but his voice was very low, so I was the only one who heard it.

After a pause, Old Man Jiang did not go to the second floor, but found a table in the corner of the first floor and sat down.

After sitting down for a while, a waiter came to greet him. Old Man Jiang casually ordered two cups of scented tea and a plate of peanuts, and was about to ask the waiter to go down. However, after thinking about it, he asked the waiter to help call next door.

I ordered 2 bowls of beef noodles, probably because I was hungry.

I had two bowls of beef noodles, and they tasted average, but I was still half full.

"Master, you said the food in Chengdu is delicious, but this noodle is just average." Being used to eating wild game in the mountains, I really thought this beef noodle was not good. As I said that, I reached out and took the tea in front of me to drink.

As soon as I drank it, I felt very uncomfortable and almost spit it out.

"You kid, this beef noodle is just like the one from a roadside stall. How can you still taste a flower? As for this tea, I guess you've been spoiled by me. You usually drink it with me on the mountain.

Forget about those teas, you will understand if you travel more around the world with me." After saying that, Old Man Jiang was peeling the peanuts by himself, and he drank the scented tea in front of him one sip after another, and there was nothing wrong with it.

Habit.

After all, I was just a child, so it was okay to sit in this teahouse for a while. But after twenty minutes, I inevitably got bored and started to look at everything in this teahouse.

The guests in this teahouse are confusing. Judging from the voices, many of them are not from Sichuan at all. From the looks of it, there is a big difference. Unlike other teahouses, they are either old people or others. It's just a pile of poker players.

How would you describe the people here? Some of the people drinking tea here are honest-looking farmers, some even have mud spots on their trouser legs, some wear glasses and hold a fan, and look extremely polite. There is the kind of person who looks ordinary, but has extremely steady eyes and a sense of ruthlessness.

I don’t know if it’s because Master said that I was born with ‘celestial eyes’. In short, I am always particularly sensitive to a person’s existence, that is, I can feel what is deep in a person’s bones.

This teahouse had such a mixed crowd of teagoers, which made me very happy to see them. Soon I discovered a strange phenomenon.

Those tea guests who were sitting and drinking tea could not sit there for a while before someone would always come over to talk to them. Some of them went directly to greet people as soon as they entered the teahouse, looked around, and some were tea guests who were originally drinking tea.

The people being talked to usually look nervous. After just a few words, you can see the people being talked to shaking their heads or nodding. If they shake their heads, those talking to them will simply leave. Those who are nodding are even weirder. I just went out with others. Normally, if I went out like this, the teahouse waiters who were lounging around would also go out with me.

Anyway, we only went out for a while. Some people came back and continued to sit and drink tea. Some people came back, paid their bills and left.

"San Wa'er, have you seen the trick?" Old Man Jiang took a leisurely sip of tea and asked casually.

"I can see something, but I don't know why. These people are running around looking for people to talk to, and coming in and out. Looking at them, they don't know each other."

"This is business. Those who are looking for people to talk to are traffickers who collect things. They usually use jargon to ask whether they have goods and what is their condition. After asking these basic things, he will give a rough price. , and then ask people if they are willing to take the goods out to see. After all, this business cannot be done openly. Those who are willing to see the goods usually go to the back alley of the teahouse or near the toilet to have a look. Those who are not willing can forget it. .After all, the owners of this teahouse are not ordinary. They don't dare to mess around, and they don't dare to steal other people's goods privately. They are ordinary people. Those who can enter this teahouse are people who know this area very well, and especially for a long time. Only guests can enter. Generally, those who come in by mistake will be asked out after asking a few words." Old Man Jiang explained to me.

"Then when they went out to look at the goods, what did the teahouse waiters do after them? Also, why weren't we invited out?"

"The guy followed up to withdraw money. The people in this teahouse only accept first-class goods, but they allow others to receive goods in his teahouse. But the transaction is done, and both the buyer and the seller have to give a certain amount to this teahouse. A little money. As for why we weren't invited out, it's because the time hasn't come yet. If we sit here for an hour, their people will come to explore the bottom." Old Man Jiang said in a low voice.

Sure enough, as he was talking, a guy came over.

"Uncle, you came here to drink tea because you were introduced by an acquaintance. You said our teahouse is good?"

"I did it myself." Old Man Jiang was very calm.

"I said it's just a sight to see. We are all old customers here and like to talk about things here." After the guy said this, he stared at Old Man Jiang. If he didn't understand at this time,

If you use some jargon, you will probably be kicked out.

"Don't talk about heavenly matters, let alone underground matters. We have to talk about money matters before we get down to business." Old Man Jiang replied inexplicably. The man smiled and nodded inexplicably around him.

Head, turned around and left.

I was stunned for a while, what is this all about?

"This is jargon. In fact, the secret meaning is that we don't talk about things like picking up graves and robbing tombs here. We only talk about the things that come out. It also implies that this is a business and has nothing to do with tomb robbers. It can be regarded as a way to distance ourselves from the relationship.

"Behavior" later became a jargon. This guy nodded just now to imply that we are sensible people, and it won't be long before someone comes to us for business." Old Man Jiang taught me to "educate" me again.

To be honest, after coming to this place and observing it for so long, I felt an inexplicable excitement about entering the world. From the initial resistance, I actually became fresh and curious.
Chapter completed!