The next day, dawn.

The slightly drunken sunshine has not yet penetrated the room through the Xuan window.

Han Xiangzi had already stood up and was practicing meditation cross-legged on the bed.

It has been a long time since he entered Taoism, it has been four or five years.

My cultivation level cannot be said to be unfathomable, but it is much better than ordinary Taoist priests.

With the nine-color treasure lotus in his soul, Han Xiangzi practiced very quickly and had many ways to save his life.

Over the years, he has met some Taoist masters, and they all say that they have the qualifications to become immortals.

But becoming an immortal is difficult...

Ordinary Taoist people, if they want to achieve Taoism and become immortals, they will have to waste more than three hundred years in the mortal world.

Han Xiangzi got started too late.

When he met Xianzhen in Zhongnan Mountain, he was already in his hair.

Among Taoist sects, one can enter at the age of a general.

Even if you don’t understand, being a Taoist boy next to your teacher can be beneficial to your practice.

Han Xiangzi knew that there was a huge gap between him and many of his peers over time, and he could only make up for it through hard work.

……

In the blink of an eye, half an hour passes.

At this time, there was a knock on the door outside the house.

"Who is it?"

Han Xiangzi stopped practicing and asked outside.

"Master Han, this servant is here to deliver breakfast."

But Mrs. Zhang's personal maid Cuizhi stood outside the door and whispered.

"Please come in."

Han Xiangzi got down from the bed, straightened his clothes a little, and then said.

With Han Xiangzi's permission, Cui Zhi opened the door, brought in the steaming breakfast, and put it on the table.

"Taoist Master Han, please have a meal."

After doing everything, Cuizhi looked at the latter with respect.

Last night, Han Xiangzi revived the dying young master. In her opinion, Han Xiangzi was as great an expert as Master Zeng of Qingyun Temple.

Cui Zhi has been with Mrs. Zhang for a long time, and she is a personal servant. She has met Master Zeng.

She thinks that Master Zeng is far inferior to Taoist Master Han in terms of appearance alone.

"Miss Lao Cuizhi is here."

Han Xiangzi was a little uncomfortable being served like this.

"Daozhang Han is serious. You rescued the eldest young master last night and you are a great benefactor to the Zhang family."

"This is what a slave should do."

When Cui Zhi saw that the handsome Taoist priest in front of him was not only highly capable but also polite, he felt a little excited and talked more.

"Is Zhang Changwen awake?"

Han Xiangzi asked casually while drinking porridge.

"My servant and the old lady guarded the eldest young master all night. Fortunately, the eldest young master woke up at Shenshi. Now he has taken medicine and fell asleep again." Cui Zhi replied.

"When you have just recovered from a serious illness, you should take more rest. Where is Mrs. Zhang?"

Han Xiangzi nodded slightly and asked again.

"The old lady is still in the side hall. She asked the servant to wait for the Taoist priest to have breakfast. Please come over."

"In the side hall?"

Hearing this, Han Xiangzi was stunned for a moment.

Secretly using his spiritual consciousness, he passed by the side room and came to the side hall, where he found that Mrs. Zhang had fallen asleep.

Upon noticing this situation, Han Xiangzi had already expected it.

Today, Mrs. Zhang is away doing business, and the second son of the Zhang family is away studying art.

Mrs. Zhang is the only one in charge of the house, so it is not easy to take care of all the affairs of the house on weekdays.

In recent days, Zhang Changwen was dying due to being harmed by demons. As a mother, she had to think about him all the time, as if her heart was on a tight string.

It wasn't until Zhang Changwen was rescued last night that she could truly feel relieved.

Plus, after staying all night, it’s strange that I’m not sleepy.

What a pity for the parents in the world.

Han Xiangzi was quite emotional.

"I have something to do later, so I won't go see Mrs. Zhang."

Han Xiangzi thought for a while and thought it would be better not to disturb him first, so he told Cui Zhi.

"Han...Is Taoist Master Han leaving Zhang Mansion?!"

Unexpectedly, Cui Zhi suddenly panicked after he finished speaking.

There was a trace of worry on the delicate and quiet face, her little hands held the hem of her skirt tightly, and she asked hurriedly.

She was afraid that she would not serve him well and would neglect Taoist Han.

After all, those who practice Taoism have always seen the beginning but not the end.

Cui Zhi was worried that Taoist Han would never come back after leaving this time.

"Pindao went out because he had something to do, and he came back in the evening."

Seeing Cui Zhi's panicked look, Han Xiangzi couldn't help but smile and explained.

Although the Painted Skin Ghost is dead, he did a lot of evil things during his lifetime.

Not to mention anything else, just peeling off human skin is a loss of conscience, and both humans and gods are outraged!

Han Xiangzi picked up a lot of human skins in the locust tree cave last night.

He planned to visit nearby towns and villages, find the corpses, and sew their skins back together.

After death, people pay attention to returning their fallen leaves to their roots and burying them in peace. Naturally, they also pay attention to leaving the whole body behind.

If a person was disabled during his lifetime and had missing arms and legs, then he would be hastily buried. This would be a taboo and would easily breed resentment in the deceased and would not be able to appease the soul.

As for losing human skin, that is a big deal and should not be taken lightly.

Sewing corpses is a job of the vagina.

But Han Xiangzi was a Taoist and knew some of the work in the underworld.

It's no problem to take over this matter.

In addition, this is also a good deed, it will bring merits, and it can make the nine-color lotus in the soul produce more lotus seeds faster, then Han Xiangzi will be more active.

Thinking of this, Han Xiangzi asked intentionally or unintentionally:

"Miss Cuizhi, do you know if anything strange has happened in Longshan County recently?"

"Strange thing?"

Cuizhi frowned, lowered his head and thought for a moment, then whispered:

"When I returned to Taoist Master Han, I heard that many young women in their late teens had died at home for no apparent reason in the past half year. They had no human skin when they died, and were covered in blood. It was very scary."

"After the relatives of the deceased went to the county to report the case, the county magistrate immediately sent out the government officials to arrest the murderer. Unfortunately, several months passed and there was still no clue."

"As time went by, many people began to spread rumors that it was ghosts causing trouble, so they went to Qingyun Temple one after another to pray for Master Zeng's magic talisman to help control the house."

"Girl Cui Zhi, do you know how many people have been stripped of their human skin?"

Han Xiangzi asked the question he cared about.

"I don't know how many people there are, but I can guarantee that there must be more than ten people."

Cui Zhi shook his head and couldn't answer, so he could only give a general answer.

"There are so many of them, these painted ghosts are really harmful to people."

Han Xiangzi was a little surprised, and secretly thought that the painted ghost was really harmful to people.

After finishing breakfast, Cui Zhi took away the bowls and chopsticks.

As for Han Xiangzi, he also left Zhang Mansion.

He has to go to the county government office to see the chief registrar of Longshan County.
To be continued...