Yang Shu took pictures of Xingmu again, and before everyone could react, he began to tell the story.

"Xi Fangping was originally a pure filial farmer in Yongzhou. His father called Xi Lian and was also a straightforward man. In his early years, he had a rift with Yang, a wealthy family in the same village.

Perhaps he had done too many bad things, and the man named Yang kicked his legs just after forty. But unexpectedly, a few years after the death of this man named Yang, Xi's father, who was originally healthy, died of a strange disease!"

Yang Shu frowned, pretending to be "wonderful and strange", closed the folding fan, and asked left and right:

"You guess, what's the weird disease...?"

"What a strange method?"

"Is it the legendary mad cow disease!"

"Hey, you young man, why are you still stuck! Tell me, what a strange method!"

He asked such a rash man, some guessed, some asked back, and some started to curse people directly.

Yang Shu was calm and suddenly spoke, his voice was horrifying:

"Xi's father shouted loudly, saying that Yang bribed the ghost officials of the underworld and beat him. What's even more bizarre is that as soon as Xi's father finished speaking, his body was red and swollen, blue and purple, and he couldn't breathe, and he died on the spot!"

"Ah! There's such a thing!"

Apart from good things, even the spectator who was eating tea quietly couldn't help but listen with his ears.

Yang Shu's face was full of pain:

"This poor father Xi was beaten to death by a ghost messenger on the spot! And Xi Fangping is a pure filial piety. Do you think he can swallow this?"

Someone shouted: "That must not be possible. If you still let it go when you encounter such a thing! That's a filial piety!"

The left and right immediately agreed!

Bang!

Yang Shu woke up the wood with a slap.

"That's the truth! Xi Fangping thought of his father's tragic death, and he was extremely angry and vowed to seek justice.

After that, he stopped talking, did not eat, sometimes sat in silence, sometimes stood still, and the soul left his body and went to the underworld.

This first step is to meet the city god!

But when he wrote down a letter and handed over the parents of the people, the city god actually made him unreasonable and was unwilling to seek justice for him because there was no evidence!

Xi Fangping was so angry that he was dissatisfied. He ran to the county magistrate's office to continue complaining. Unexpectedly, after delaying for half a month, the county magistrate not only did not accept the case, but also beat him up and criticized him for trial!"

Speaking of this, Yang Shu drinks tea to moisten the throat and lets the spectators digest it.

This time, he didn't need to ask, and then he had a clever temptation: "Is it the one with the surname Yang..."

"That's right!"

Yang Shu cut off his verbal talk and said angrily: "It was the one who was surnamed Yang who was afraid of using silver and money to bribe the City God, the county officials and even the underworld! He wanted this square to have no way to heaven and no way to enter the earth!"

"Oh my!"

The spectators immediately resonated with each other, angry and frustrated.

There was a quick voice that cursed people directly: "This City God is really a dog official, and he is the same as our county magistrate. If you don't have money, you can't even get in the door!"

"Who said it was not! County officials, prefectures, governors, and officials protect each other. We poor people have suffered grievances and have no way to ask for advice!"

"Oh, this Xi Fangping is so painful, a filial son!"

The teahouse was in chaos.

There is no way, for the ancients, this kind of thing was really touching and empathizing.

But not long after, the noisy teahouse quieted down, and someone asked anxiously: "Later, what happened later, let me tell you!"

The similar words gradually increase, and the sound gradually increases.

Yang Shu was optimistic about the situation, frowned and sighed:

"Oh, if you want to say that Xi Fangping is really a filial person. He was bullied to such an extent, but he still refused to give up and wanted to go to the Lord of the Underworld, King of Yama!

Unfortunately, what he didn't expect was that here, he would encounter the most miserable suffering in his life!"

"What suffering?"

"Ah, this King of Yama is unwilling to preside over justice for him?"

The unexpected tea customer asked repeatedly, and Yang Shu hurriedly comforted:

"Don't worry, please don't worry, please listen to me and say slowly.

But Xi Fangping entered the Hall of Yama, and the King of Yama, who was sitting high, was furious and wanted to hit him thirty-stop without saying a word!

Xi Fangping asked in a panic: "What crime did I commit? Why did I hit me!"

But the King of Hell didn't seem to hear it!

Xi Fangping knew in his heart that the King of Yama in the underworld had been bribed. He was so angry that he gritted his teeth and roared: 'I should beat me! I should beat me! Who made me have no money?'"

When many spectators heard this, they didn't drink tea, and they gritted their teeth tightly, as if they were the iron man who was standing next to the board and angrily scolding King Yama.

"When King Yama heard this, he was so angry that he smoked his seven orifices, and even made the ghost punish Xi Fangping with a fire bed!

Not long after, Xi Fangping was pressed on an iron bed, and a raging fire grew under it, burning the iron bed red.

The cruel ghost officer, regardless of how he struggled, only pressed him tightly on the fire bed, and it took him a full hour to let him go!

Think about it, if we accidentally approach the stove in winter, it will be painful. Xi Fangping has been baked for so long, how painful it will be!

Xi Fangping's soul was severely damaged and could hardly walk after getting out of bed. When he returned to the lobby of the Hall of Yama, the King of Yama asked him coldly: 'Do you still sue him?'"

There was a soft-hearted old man among the spectators and whispered: "Don't tell me, don't tell me, this dark world, there is no way for poor people to live!"

But Yang Shu stopped shouting: "Tell me!"

Looking around, he looked over and pretended to be tortured with a tragic torture. Xi Fangping, who was unstoppable in his heart, said word by word: "I have a deep grievance and a heartless anger. As long as my soul has not disappeared, I will continue to sue it!"

Immediately afterwards, Yang Shu ignored the emotions of the people around him and seemed to have sunk into the story he told:

"The King of Yama laughed in anger and asked coldly: 'What do you want to sue?'

Xi Fangping replied: "All the sufferings and injustice I have suffered here will be sued!"

King Yama was so angry this time that he ordered the little ghost to saw Xi Fangping in half!

The little devil carried him to two wooden boards, which were covered with blood, and it was obvious that more than one person was tortured here.

With Xi Fangping's mind, a trace of fear couldn't help but feel.

King Yama in the hall suddenly shouted: "Xi Fangping, do you still dare to sue?"

Although Xi Fangping was afraid, he thought of the torture his father suffered, so he gritted his teeth and said, "You must sue!"

The left and right cheered: "Okay, you are really the most filial hero!"

Yang Shu didn't respond, and took a sip of tea to continue talking: "This punishment of sawing people is really a hundred times more terrifying than a fire bed. At the beginning, Xi Fangping felt that his head gradually changed into two halves, and the pain was unbearable. However, he gritted his teeth and said nothing.

Even the executioner was impressed and said that this person was pure filial and should not have been slashed with his heart.

Xi Fangping felt that the saw tip was winding downward and suffered more pain, but in the end, it completely broke into two halves.

The little devil took a red ribbon from his waist and tied it to his waist. Xi Fangping's wound was then folded and he walked as usual. When he arrived at the hall, King Yama asked again: 'Do you! Are you still suing me?'"

Speaking of this, Yang Shu looked around.

No one spoke this time, and everyone looked at him intently, waiting for what he wanted to say next.

He didn't delay much.

"Oh, Xi Fangping knew that if he continued to persevere, he would not only suffer a more cruel punishment, but would not have any effect. He had to answer in a low voice:

Don’t sue, don’t sue!”

The spectators breathed a sigh of relief.

Some people sighed in a low voice, some were angry, and some were relaxed, as if they were escaping from the disaster, and they all went all out.

After a while, the audience's relaxed spirit was tense again.

Yang Shu's lips curled slightly, grasping everyone's mind: "Do you think this is over?"

Everyone's eyes lit up.

"Is there any?"

Yang Shulang laughed and said, "That's natural. Xi Fangping said he would not sue in the Hall of Yama. It was just a temporary solution. Since the underworld cannot cleanse up grievances, he wants to find a more powerful person to uphold justice!"

Everyone asked hurriedly, "Who else can I find?"

"Yes, the Lord of the Underworld has been bribed. Who else can avenge him and who dares to avenge him?"

Yang Shu raised his hand and wanted to touch his beard. Suddenly he remembered that he hadn't. He switched naturally to holding the folding fan with both hands, reached to the upper left, and made a gesture of respecting the gods, and said excitedly:

"It is the Emperor Huimin who lives in Guanjiangkou, Yang Jian and Yang Erlang!"

Everyone looked at each other and asked, "Who is this? Is it very powerful? I can control King Yama."

When Yang Shu stopped, he remembered that there was no Erlang Shen in this world. To be precise... there was not even the Heavenly Court in Journey to the West and the Romance of the Gods.
To be continued...