The Arhat was somewhat persuaded by these explanations, but to a greater extent succumbed to his fear of the old camel, and finally reluctantly agreed to the expedition.

As the old camel had ordered, he immediately changed his outfit, put on a handlebar jacket, and wrapped his leggings, all of which were readily available in the old camel's place.

He also had a felt hat with several tax stamps stuck in it and a coachman's whip. With this cloak, he can be like a hillbilly, wandering around the bureau, and others will think that he is trying to satisfy their curiosity.

He was already rustic and skinny, and he was just in the right place, and Mr. Camel believed that he was the perfect fit to play the role, and that there was nothing to worry about.

All arrangements were put to a halt, and he memorized the physical characteristics needed to identify the uncatchable clever ghost, and was accompanied by the false young master through the dim, winding path to a place not far from the courtroom.

The false young master taught the hillbilly how to walk through the corridor, how to go upstairs to a door on the right when he entered the courtyard, how to take off his hat before entering the courtroom, and after saying that, he told him to go and come back quickly, and promised to wait for him to come back at the place where the two parted.

Arhat, acting exactly as he was given. The false young master knew the place well, and his instructions were very precise, so he walked into the courtroom without asking questions or encountering any obstacles along the way.

He squeezed into a dirty, stuffy room and mingled with a crowd of mostly women. There was a table separated by a railing in front of the courtroom, and on the left against the wall was the defendant's bench for the prisoners, with the witness bench in the middle, and on the right was the judgment bench where several inspectors sit, and in front of this awe-inspiring place was a curtain, so that the judgment bench would not be in plain sight, and the common people would be left to imagine the full dignity of justice, if they could imagine it.

There were only two women in the dock, nodding frequently to their admirers, the clerk was reading several confessions to two policemen and a plainclothes man leaning over the table, a guard was standing against the railing of the dock, listlessly tapping a large key on his nose, sometimes stopping to shout "silence" to stop a group of idlers and other unorthodox loud conversations, and sometimes raising his head sternly and telling a woman to "get the child out", It is often the case that a malnourished baby makes a faint cry and the mother's handkerchief is not completely covered, thus breaking the solemnity of justice.

The room smelled sultry, the walls were dirty, and the ceiling had turned black. An old, smoky-blackened bust sits on the mantelpiece, and above the dock is a dusty wall clock — the only thing in the room that seems to be functioning.

Every living thing bears traces of sin or poverty, or comes into contact with both from time to time, and some inanimate object frowns at it, with a greasy dirt on it, which is almost as unpleasant as the two.

The Arhat eagerly searched for the ghost with his eyes, and although there were several women who could be the mother or sister of the famous character, and there was more than one man who looked like his father, he could not see a single person who matched the appearance of the ghost he had received.

He was full of doubts and uneasiness, until the two women who had been sentenced to prison for retrial strode out, and then another prisoner came out, and he immediately realized that it was none other than the person he was about to inquire about, and he quickly relented.

The man was a clever man, and he dragged the soles of his shoes into the courtroom, the sleeves of his wide coat rolled up as usual, his left hand in his pocket, his hat in his right hand, and the guards behind him, with a swaying pace that was hard to describe. When he arrived in the dock, he asked in a voice that everyone could hear why he had been placed in such a humiliating position.

"Shut up, do you hear me?" The warden said.

"I'm from the city, aren't I?" The clever ghost replied, "Where is my right?" ”

"It won't be long before you'll get your rights," the warden retorted, "and a sprinkle of pepper." ”

"If I don't get my rights, let's see what we have to say to these iron mouths," replied the clever ghost, "Hey, what's going on in this place?" I really want the judges to deal with this little matter, and they don't delay me when they read the newspapers, I have made an appointment with a gentleman to meet in the old city, I am a man of words, and I am very punctual in serious matters, if I am not there by then, he will leave, and then I may not be able to file a lawsuit, and ask them to compensate for the loss of delaying me. No, absolutely not! ”

At this moment, he shrewdly put on the appearance that he had made up his mind and was about to fight a lawsuit, and asked the guards to report "the names of the two slippery heads sitting on the judgment seat", which made the crowd laughing, and the fake young master would only laugh if he heard him ask like this.

"Silence!" The warden shouted.

"What's going on?" A judge asked.

"A case of pickpocketing, my lord."

"Has this kid ever been here?"

"He's been here many times," replied the guard, "and he's been everywhere else." I know him very well, sir. ”

"Oh. You know me, don't you? The clever ghost shouted, and immediately grasped the sentence. Very good. In any case, this is a crime of defamation. ”

There was another burst of laughter, and another "silence" sounded.

"Hey, where are the witnesses?" The clerk said.

"Ahh "But that's right," added the clever ghost, "where are the witnesses?" I want to meet them. ”

This wish was immediately granted, and a policeman came forward, and he saw the defendant in the crowd watching the pocket of an unknown gentleman, and indeed took out a handkerchief, a very old handkerchief, from the gentleman's pocket, pointed it in his face, and then put it back in a hurry. For this reason, he immediately detained the Ghost as soon as he had the opportunity to get closer. The search resulted in the discovery of a silver snuff box with the owner's name engraved on the lid. The gentleman was found by inquiring into the "Catalogue of Famous Gentlemen", and he swore on the spot that the snuff box was his, and that he had squeezed out of the aforementioned crowd yesterday and disappeared in the blink of an eye. He had noticed that there was a little gentleman in the crowd who was squeezing around very hard, and that little gentleman was the defendant in front of him.

"Child, do you have anything to ask this witness?" The judge said.

"I don't want to lower my status and say anything to him." The clever ghost replied.

"Is there anything you have anything to say?"

"Did you hear me, my lord asked you if you had anything to say?" The guard asked, stabbing the silent ghost with his elbow.

"I'm sorry," the Ghost looked up absentmindedly, "Are you talking to me, buddy?" ”

"Your Excellency. I've never seen such a scoundrel," the policeman said with a wry smile. "You don't have much to say, lad?"

"No," replied the clever ghost, "no, this is not the place for justice. I have something to say elsewhere, and so do he, and so do many of my most famous acquaintances, and the guards will tell those iron mouths that they didn't give birth at all, or blame their followers for not hanging themselves on the nails of their hats before they went out this morning, and it came to my head. I'm going to-"

"Alright, you can be imprisoned." The clerk didn't let him finish. "Take it down."

"Let's go." The warden said.

"Oh yo. Just go," replied the Clever Ghost, dusting his hat with the palm of his hand. "Ah, look at your bear-like look, it's useless to be afraid, I won't spare you, not half a child, you'll pay the price, buddy. I don't know as much as you do. Now you just kneel down and beg me, and I won't leave. Come on, take me to jail! Take me away! ”

After saying these last words, the clever ghost grabbed the collar and went down to the courtyard, threatening to go to the parliament along the way, and then he approved himself, and grinned triumphantly in front of the guards.

Luo Han watched him put himself in a small cell alone, and then rushed to the place where he broke up with the fake young master. He waited there for a moment before he met up with the little thing.

The false young master hid in a place where he was in a place where he was in retreat, carefully observing the surroundings, until he was sure that his new friend was not being targeted by any unrelated person, and then he cautiously showed up.

They left in a hurry, bringing encouraging news to old Mr. Camel that the clever ghost had lived up to his master's cultivation and was making a brilliant name for himself.