Chapter 211: Fighting between dragons and tigers, Hong Sheng comes (Second update 8k!) The main hall of Heli Sheng was filled with people.
Every year on the second day of September, the Hongmen communities in each district, that is, those with the prefix "和" in their names, will hold sacrifices or visit each other. The atmosphere is no worse than during the Chinese New Year.
On this day, leaders from various districts, uncles, and even prestigious leaders from other societies were invited to the ancestral hall. This year's temple fair was much larger and more lively than in previous years.
Long Gen took the rare opportunity to change out of his long shirt and put on a short outfit, a black shirt and black trousers, with the placket open, revealing the white undershirt underneath.
There was a red silk belt wrapped around his waist, his hands were placed close to his dantian, and he held his head high and his chest high.
Not only was he like this, behind him, Abao and Thirteen were also dressed in the same way, but Thirteen tied a red silk on his head as a headscarf.
She is the only woman in this ancestral hall, but her appearance is majestic, heroic, and her spirit is much stronger than many people look like.
"Open the altar!"
With a loud shout, everything in the ancestral hall fell silent, leaving only the sound of heavy breathing.
Long Gen took two steps forward. Opposite him were three men in red clothes.
The person in the middle wearing a red Taoist robe with a golden gossip printed on the back is the altar leader, while the other two holding broadswords and paper fans are the protectors.
Behind the three of them are the statue of Mr. Guan, an incense table, and several memorial tablets. Next to the tablets are new yellow flags with Chinese characters like dragons and phoenixes flying in the air.
The three of them frowned and stared at Long Gen with wide eyes.
The man wearing a Taoist robe shouted at him: "Did you know that this is a forbidden area for the Hong Army? It is strictly guarded and cannot be offended! Military law will be ruthless for those who violate it!"
Long Gen's face was serious, his eyes were wide open, and he pressed hard on his Dantian with both hands. He also shouted: "I am the auxiliary pioneer of the Ming Dynasty. I am the first to build bridges and pave roads. I open roads in the mountains and destroy the cities. Who doesn't know God's blessing?" flood!"
"What's coming?"
"Thank you to heaven and earth!"
"Is it appropriate to meet you?"
"Reverse Qing and Fu Ming!"
After Long Gen finished beating him loudly, the man in the robe stepped heavily on his feet and waved his hand. With this movement, the loud sound of firecrackers exploded in the ancestral hall, and he made a gesture of invitation to Long Gen.
Long Gen also had a serious face. He bowed with his hands on his hips, then put his left hand out, pointing his thumb forward, and nodded solemnly three times.
Immediately afterwards, he stood up straight again, took the blood wine handed over by the altar owner, and after drinking it in one gulp, he smashed the cock bowl in his hand.
In this way, the ceremony was completed, and the solemn atmosphere in the ancestral hall suddenly disappeared, and everyone couldn't help but applaud.
Long Gen finally had a smile on his face. He took the tea handed over by Thirteen and took a sip to wash away the smell of blood in his mouth.
He sat down on the chief's chair and breathed a sigh of relief.
The Hongmen altar worship ceremony originally required fasting and bathing for three days before the ceremony. Even though it has adapted to the times, it has become much simpler. It is no longer necessary to walk through a ring of fire or cross a mountain of knives.
However, the rule of not eating or drinking on the day of the ceremony was still retained.
Even a young and strong young man will inevitably feel tired after not eating for a long time.
Not to mention that at his age, where one meal is missing, not eating on time is indeed a torture.
"Daddy, let's eat a piece of pineapple cake to fill our stomach first."
Thirteen handed over a box of cakes.
She had taken off her red headband and put it aside, letting her short and elegant hair hang down to her ears, covering her ears that had taken off her earrings.
Long Gen nodded happily, took a piece of pastry and put it into his mouth. The pastry with the aroma of flowers and fruits paired with the slightly bitter tea was just right.
After taking two bites, someone came over and reminded him, "Brother, the time has come. It's time to burn incense and share the pork."
Long Gen nodded, put the unfinished pastries into his sleeves, stood up, and stretched his waist.
At this moment, a younger brother ran in, walking hurriedly, and said a few words in Shisan's ear, and her expression immediately changed.
"What's wrong?" Long Gen asked.
Thirteen hesitated for a moment, then whispered: "Godfather, Prince Sheng is here."
Abao immediately said dissatisfied: "What is he doing here? Does he have the nerve to come? Here..."
"Speak less."
Long Gen raised his hand to interrupt him, "No matter what he said, he didn't break away from the word "we". We and Lisheng are still the people. The community worships the ancestors. He deserves to come. If he doesn't come, I still want to find someone to ask him to come. Woolen cloth."
After Long Gen said this, everyone who was still angry at first became quiet and just gathered around him.
But it was quiet here, but there was a commotion outside.
"Hey! Today is the community's ancestor worship, what are you doing here! Is this a place where you can come?"
"Why, you can come, but Brother Sheng can't come? Are you qualified to ask him such a thing? Are you stupid if you take medicine!?"
"Here, everyone who was implicated by him is qualified to ask this question! He implicated the club so miserably! He patted his butt and ran away. Now that the limelight is over, he wants to come back and show off his power. All good things have been lost. Did he take advantage of it?"
"Let me tell you, a short mule has no brains and will spend his whole life rolling around in the streets. Go and find out, what is the surname of the ancestor worshiping his ancestors today? His surname is Hong! His surname is Hong, do you know? Lankou Cai, what? When your mother took you to remarry, and you changed your surname to Hong with your stepfather, you are qualified to stand here and ask such things!"
"Meh!"
"Hey! Do you want to fight alone? I'll give you a hand, brother Qi!"
Long Gen frowned and said nothing.
Just when Abao was about to step forward, the noise finally stopped.
A path was squeezed out of the crowd, and Chuan Bao followed Hong Sheng closely, and together with several others, protected him and walked in.
Crossing the threshold, Hong Sheng glanced at Long Gen from afar, smiled and said to Chuan Bao: "We are all decent people. Don't quarrel with those mindless people, lest you lower your status. I am also very proud of you." It’s shameless, after all, I won’t be shameless enough to accept those lackluster boys.”
Kuanbao nodded and said loudly: "Understood! Next time these dogs bark again, I will let him bark, or I will punch his teeth out at most!"
Hong Sheng nodded, crossed another threshold, and entered the inner hall.
At this time, everyone's eyes were cast on him, either with indifference or resentment. Some were sizing him up, while others were glaring at him.
There were also a few eyes in the dark, which seemed to be scanning him with some kind of consideration and calculation.
Hong Sheng is calm and composed. He has been the protagonist of such big scenes since his debut.
Whether he is leading people to fight against friends, or in club meetings or negotiations, he is the undisputed center of attention.
As he walked, he nodded and said hello to a few familiar old faces, calmly and naturally, as if he had returned to his own home.
It wasn't until the two of them had only a few steps left that Hong Sheng turned his head, his eyes full of amusement.
"Uncle Long Gen, long time no see!" He opened his hands and walked up quickly.
"A Sheng, you haven't come to see me for so long since you came back. Are you just focusing on picking up girls and forgetting about me, your uncle?"
Long Gen also opened his hands and hugged Hong Sheng. The two seemed closer than uncles and nephews.
Kuanbao crossed his arms and watched the two of them "acting" with interest. It wasn't until his eyes met Thirteen that he became a little colder.
After the two reluctantly separated from each other, Long Gen still held Hong Sheng's hand affectionately.
"Speaking of which, you have been wandering in remote rural areas like Southeast Asia for ten years. It's because my uncle didn't take good care of you. I don't know if you can get used to this weather now that you're back?"
The smile on Hong Sheng's face did not diminish, and he patted Long Gen's hand gently.
"It's the same. When I was in Southeast Asia, I thought about coming back to Hong Kong every day to help you, Uncle Long Gen, host it so that you could retire and live your life without being so tired and fighting for the club."
"Not tired, not tired."
Long Gen shook his head, his smile hanging on his face like a sculpture, and his eyes radiated a cunning light.
"After all, you young people lack the firepower to do things, and you have to be watched by us old guys, otherwise you won't understand many things."
"That's right, that's right. You have to take charge of the overall situation. By the way, Uncle Long Gen, I heard that Boss Huang died? He is your old friend, so you have to express your condolences."
The smile on Long Gen's face quickly disappeared. He withdrew his hand coldly and said, "Let's talk about this later."
Kushibaku covered his mouth with his hands and suppressed his laughter.
How Huang Dahu died was something he only found out later from Yin Xiu.
It turned out that when Yin Xiu returned, Uncle Ming and Ma Xiaoyu had already dealt with the two vampires.
The group of bloodthirsty bats that were still hovering outside suddenly dispersed and disappeared into the night.
But they soon discovered that Huang Dahu, who had been hiding under the sofa, had become stiff.
On the bloodless, pale neck with dots of red spots, Yin Xiu found two holes the size of pinpricks, which were bitten by bloodthirsty bats on his neck.
Huang Dahu calculated everything, but he didn't expect that he escaped the vampire's strangulation, but ended up dying in the mouth of a little bat.
He was killed instantly by the bacteria and toxins carried by the bat, and he died without even feeling much pain.
"That bastard deserves to die. He even hired the Wolf Gang to kill you. If you want to provoke people, you have to find the right person, right? I found you. Isn't this suicide?"
Kuanbang said so at the time.
When he was stunned, Hong Sheng and Long Gen had finished their greetings, and the two of them sat down on one side.
At this time, a strange scene appeared. Around the two of them, the seats that were originally empty because everyone got up to watch the excitement were now filled with people again.
It's just that their positions have almost changed. One group is on Hong Sheng's side, and the other group is close to Long Gen.
The scene was so clearly divided that some people who did not take sides were stunned for a moment, not knowing where it was better to sit or stand.
Isn't it good to have a big movie (fight) while worshiping ancestors? A bad thought flashed through Chuan Bao's mind, so he walked a few steps faster and stood behind Hong Sheng.
Everyone sat down, and Long Gen, as if nothing had happened, said loudly: "Today, all the talkers from District [-] gathered together to participate in this grand event. I am very happy."
After a pause, he continued: "But there is something that I originally didn't want to talk about today, but we and Li Sheng have always made clear rewards and punishments, and brothers will never hide anything or lie, so there is something that I must do today. say clearly!"
As he spoke, he looked at Hong Sheng.
"A Sheng, my grandpa is very happy that you can come back, but he is not happy that you are trying to pry off the brothers from the same family! You said that some of the people you are recruiting now are regional leaders, fitters from certain areas. That doesn't matter. They are all bosses and can come and go freely.
But there are some brothers who are originally the fitters, the uncle's bosses, and assistants. You poach people without any explanation. Doesn't this seem to be against the rules? "
As soon as he finished speaking, a fat man immediately responded: "Yes, Prince Sheng, I don't know if you have been in Southeast Asia for too long and have forgotten the rules here. He just wants to transfer. , it stands to reason that I have to give a red envelope, and set up two tables of wine to explain it, right?"
"Yeah yeah!"
As soon as he started talking, someone else immediately responded.
Hong Sheng seemed to be the target of public criticism for a while, and voices against him came one after another.
There are so many people in a club that the bosses can't even remember the names of the people under them.
But whenever someone wants to withdraw from the club, transfer, or be hacked to death, the boss will quickly remember that person's name, how many people are in the family, and whether they like spicy or salty food.
Then he would come out to administer justice to him, negotiate, serve wine, collect red envelopes, and all the bosses would be involved.
Hong Sheng accepted their favorite disciples under his command one by one, so forget it.
The problem is that the land fees for the previous sites were not handed over on time by the younger brothers, and they all went to Hong Sheng's hands.
If you want to ruin someone's wealth, let alone your fellow disciples, even brothers and sisters don't have to do it! Faced with these accusations, Hong Sheng didn't take it seriously and actually laughed.
Then he threw the tea cup in front of the fat man's feet, and the scalding hot tea splashed everywhere.
Everyone was shocked into silence. At this moment, Hong Shengcai sneered and said, "Feitang, I can give you a big red envelope, but do you dare to accept it?"
"Ah! Prince Sheng, you are scaring me now!"
Feitang stood up immediately, his face flushed.
"Meh!"
"Meh!"
People on both sides stood up at once, their swords at war with each other.
Just when the two sides were about to take action, an old man walked in with three pillars of sacred incense, stood between the two groups of people, and looked at both sides lightly.
"Boss Long, the auspicious time has come, it's time to burn incense."
As soon as he said these words, everyone couldn't help but be stunned for a moment. It was obviously "untimely" for the old man to stand up at this time.
But he finally stopped the temporary chaos.
Long Gen glanced at Hong Sheng with complicated expressions.
Hong Sheng, on the other hand, looked calm and raised his hand to him with a smile: "There is still more than a week left. Before then, you and Li Sheng will talk to each other. For things like ancestor worship, you must be the one to do it."
Long Gen looked at the old man, nodded at him and said, "Thank you, Uncle Fu."
Then he turned around and bowed respectfully to the divine case three times.
(End of this chapter)