Merchant of the Underworld

From the muffled grunting just now, it was not difficult to tell that he was also seriously injured. I tortured him without any pressure at all. So I boldly walked in the direction of the sound, and found that there was an open space that was a few centimeters more protruding than the surrounding area.

I squatted down and took a look, and I was surprised to find that there was still light below.

I couldn't help but admire the big black mole. This kid loves digging holes so much, he's just like a mouse!

I immediately kicked away the wooden board covering the hole, and then jumped in directly.

As I landed, I quickly searched for the target with my eyes, and found the big black mole sitting cross-legged on the ground with his eyes closed. His mouth and chest were full of blood, which showed that he was indeed seriously injured.

After landing, I squatted down, and then hit the big black mole on the head with a beautiful sweeping kick. He groaned and fell down.

I seized the opportunity and quickly rushed forward to hold down his arms. He was unable to move in an instant.

After controlling him, I felt relieved and found a small copper basin placed in front of him. The basin was filled with jet black liquid, and in front of the small basin were bunches of hair.

I counted carefully and found that there were exactly thirty-six strands of hair, no more than no less. It turned out that he used his hair to control the group of female ghosts outside.

At this time, Lu Ming also jumped in along the entrance of the hole. He breathed a sigh of relief after seeing me subduing the big black mole, and then walked towards this side.

When he saw the black water, he was stunned for a moment, then sniffed hard, and subconsciously asked: "Is this a poppy?"

After hearing what he said, I realized that no wonder the black water looked familiar. It turned out to be juice concocted from poppy shells, which is more addictive than ordinary poisons.

The big black mole undoubtedly used this spirit-confused thing to control the female ghost, but he must have also added other things to the poppy juice.

I pressed his body hard and said, "You lose."

"Yes, I lost!"

The big black mole sighed and said with red eyes: "I didn't expect you to be able to rescue the man named Lu from the ecstasy array so quickly. I underestimated you, so I have nothing to say if I lose..."

"I have worked hard to plan something for half my life, but it was ruined in the hands of a little kid like you. Maybe this is my fate? It's just a pity that my thirty-six ancestors died in vain."

At the end of the story, the big black mole burst into tears, but he didn't say a soft word or insult us. Instead, he asked us to give him a good time in a very graceful manner.

"Big brother, you're not willing to give in, are you?"

Lu Ming picked up the boning knife on the ground and walked to the big black mole and asked with a straight face. Then without waiting for his reply, he suddenly inserted the knife into his thigh.

Looking at the bloody thigh, Lu Ming groaned and said: "Let the ancestors resolve their grievances by themselves. We, the younger generation, should not interfere anymore, okay? I will make amends to you with this knife."

The big black mole obviously didn't expect Lu Ming to do this, and his eyes flickered, but he still said with a sullen face that he was unwilling to do so.

Lu Ming nodded after hearing this, grabbed my shoulder with one hand, and then pulled the knife out of my thigh with the other hand.

Hot blood spurted out and splashed all over the big black mole's face, and the big black mole's eyes changed.

The severe pain caused large beads of sweat to appear on Lu Ming's forehead. He resisted not to fall down, and then raised the knife to continue stabbing in the leg.

At this time, the big black mole held the boning knife and said coldly: "Boss Lu, I see your sincerity, but many things can't be solved with sincerity. Go out and have a look, if those female ghosts can let go This matter is over.”

After saying that, he broke away from me and climbed out of the hole first.

When I took Lu Ming to climb up, I found the big black mole staring into the village, his eyes surprisingly focused.

Following his gaze, I suddenly saw thirty-six extremely ugly female ghosts sitting around Lu Yu in order under a purple light.

Lu Yu chatted and laughed with them, and his celestial spirit was clearly revealed.

The big black mole looked at Lu Ming with a smile, and then limped away. Although he never spoke from the beginning to the end, we all knew that he was relieved.

Lu Ming stabbed himself in exchange for a peaceful settlement of a thousand-year grudge, which can be regarded as a rare good deed.

We then helped Lu Yu and his women back to the hotel without disturbing each other.

I simply sprinkled some Yunnan Baiyao on Lu Ming, and then fed him a bowl of Fu Shui.

It stands to reason that Lu Ming would be very sleepy after losing too much blood, but he seemed very energetic and said to me with a smile: "The ancestors told me that he will leave with these female ghosts tonight..."

"Yeah!" I smiled and nodded, not too surprised.

Seeing that I was indifferent, he chuckled for a while and said, "You haven't asked me yet why my ancestors always hit me on the head with a cane in my dreams."

"I'm asking you a question, don't think I don't know." I was amused by him and cursed with a smile.

In fact, during the last conversation with the waiter in the hotel, I discovered a problem. Only when Lu Ming was negotiating with the Japanese, the ghost old man would come out to cause trouble.

I kept an eye out at that time, and finally found out that Lu Ming was going to sign a tea packaging contract with Japan.

Specifically, Lu Ming took advantage of his monopoly on the tea industry to purchase large quantities of high-quality tea leaves at low prices, shipped them to Japan for packaging, then labeled them as Dai Nippon Tea Ceremony, shipped them to the mainland, and sold them at sky-high prices.

Over and over again, Lu Ming and the Japanese could make a lot of money, but they cheated Chinese tea farmers and consumers.

At a small scale, this is benefiting oneself at the expense of others; at a larger scale, it is disrespecting traditional culture, acting as an accomplice to the Japanese, and telling the world that the birthplace of tea culture is not China, but Japan!

Since the ghost old man stopped this behavior, it just means that he is not an evil spirit.

Later, when I learned that the old man ghost was Lu Yu, the tea sage, I completely clarified the relationship: Lu Ming, this kid, had been lying to me from the beginning. Not only did he know that the old man ghost was Lu Yu, he also knew why Lu Yu wanted to deal with him. But he still deceived himself and asked me for help. He wanted not only to avoid Lu Yu's harassment, but also to achieve cooperation with the Japanese.

Looking back now, he acted like a child!

"Aren't you angry with me? I never told you the truth." Lu Ming asked a little embarrassed.

I smiled bitterly and said, "How could I not be angry? At first, I didn't want to care about this matter, but later I understood you. A prodigal will never be replaced by gold, so it would be nice if he could turn back."

Although Lu Yu has left, judging from Lu Ming's behavior of daring to stab himself with a knife, he must have completely figured it out and will never cooperate with the Japanese, let alone label Japan as the birthplace of tea culture. .

Sure enough, the second week after I left, Lu Ming called me and said that he had completely severed ties with Japan. And a large-scale tea culture manor was built in Xishuangbanna to commemorate the contribution of tea saint Lu Yu to the world.

He told me that he would invest all his savings in this manor so that all visitors can feel the charm of Chinese tea culture.

I asked him why he did this? He said that first of all, he wanted to commemorate his ancestors, and secondly, he wanted to do his part in passing on traditional culture!

"It seems you really understand what your ancestor meant..." I said with a smile, feeling happy for him from the bottom of my heart.

Although our lives are getting better and better now, we are losing the precious heritage passed down by our ancestors every day and every second.

Why is this? Because there are too many people who worship foreign things.

A strong slave mentality makes them think that the moon in foreign countries is rounder than that in China.

Let them help foreigners wave the flag and call for the ban on traditional Chinese medicine!

Let them take IELTS and learn English, but they speak old-fashioned Chinese!

Let them kneel down to Korean celebrities shamelessly and hang around Oppa all day long!

But they have forgotten that in the past five thousand years, China has always been the center of the world. It is precisely because of Chinese traditional culture that Japanese culture, Korean culture, etc. were derived...

Lu Ming is lucky. Lu Yu can appear to help him at the critical moment, but there is only one Lu Yu.

Who will pull us away?

I really don’t want to see the great Chinese nation degenerate.

In order to commemorate the tea saint Lu Yu, I changed the ringtone of my mobile phone to a song "Grandpa Brewed Tea" written for him by later generations.

"The tea made by grandpa has a taste called home. He has white hair and is not allowed to talk while drinking tea."

"Lu Yu made tea. I heard that he didn't even take fame or fortune. He led a skinny horse to the end of the world..."