Chapter - 266 Fake Scriptures of (6) (1/2)
Hong Qigong secretly cursed, ”The Old Poison is very stingy, just because my disciple writes for him he serves the best wine to entertain him, while for the Old Beggar he only serves insipid cheap wine.” He was the world's number one glutton and drunkard; seeing his disciple with this kind of excellent wine, how could he restrain himself from wanting some of that wine? ”The Old Poison must have stored the good wine in the boat's hold downstairs; I am going to drink for his happiness, then replace the wine with my urine, let him taste the Old Beggar's own brewed urine wine. Compared to what the Old Beggar and his disciple went through with the sharks, his drinking of some urine in his wine won't be too bad, at least he won't die because of it.”
Having this thought he could not help but smile; stealing wine and food was the skill he most proud of. Once he spent three whole months inside the imperial palace in Lin An; he hid on a beam in the imperial kitchen, he had tasted practically every single food and wine that was supposed to be served to the emperor. The imperial palace was heavily guarded, yet he was able to come and go like there were no other people there. Stealing food and wine from a boat's kitchen certainly would not give him any trouble.
Immediately he looked for the steps that would lead him downstairs, and after making sure nobody was watching he carefully went downstairs, relying on his nose to find where the food supply was. The hold was pitch black, but Hong Qigong's nose was able to smell food from a mile away. Slowly he walked along the wall, lighted his torch just to see six, seven wooden barrels piled up in the corner. Hong Qigong was delighted; he extinguished the fire after picking up a broken bowl he found laying around and put it back in his pocket. He walked groping around toward the barrel and tried to lift one up. The barrel was very heavy, it could contain anything.
His left hand he found the plug, while his right hand placed the bowl under it. He was about to pull the plug when suddenly his sensitive ears heard some footsteps. It looked like there were two people walking toward the hold. Their steps were nimble, so Hong Qigong knew they were Ouyang Feng uncle and nephew since nobody on board had that kind of ability. He thought those two came to the boat hold late at night, they must have some evil intentions, like poisoning the food to harm others; so he shrunk his body and hid curled up among the barrels.
He heard the door opened quietly, a flame flashed, and two people walked in; they stopped right in front of the barrels. Hong Qigong's heart skipped a beat, ”Are they going to poison the wine?” he wondered in his heart; but what he heard next turned his heart cold.
”Have you placed oil, firewood and sulfur in each cabin?” he heard Ouyang Feng asked.
Ouyang Ke laughed, ”Everything is ready, as soon as we start the fire this boat will turn into ashes and the stinky Beggar will be scorched to death instantly.”
”They are going to burn the boat?” Hong Qigong was shocked.
”We must wait a little bit longer,” Ouyang Feng said, ”As soon as that kid surnamed Guo falls asleep you go first to the life boat; just be really careful not to wake the Old Beggar up. I'll come over here and light up the fire.”
”What are we going to do with those maidservants and the snake shepherds?” Ouyang Ke asked.
”The stinky Beggar is a great master of this age; it's worthy of his reputation to sacrifice some people to accompany him in his death,” Ouyang Feng coldly said.
While still talking their hands did not stay idle, they unplug the barrel and the smell of oil attacked Hong Qigong's nose. Turned out the barrels were full of vegetable oils. Ouyang Feng uncle and nephew also took some sulfur from a stack of wooden boxes, some firewood and sacks of wood shavings from the shelves, and scattered them on the floor.