Jianghu people and Jianghu affairs

The caravan originally planned to stop in the shade of a nearby tree and wait for the sun to dry out the mud on the road before embarking on the road.

Who would have thought that as soon as they approached the small woods on the roadside, the thick smell of blood would hit their faces.

Several of the scouts responsible for exploring the path pinched their noses and looked inside, only to see dozens of corpses lying there in all directions.

Daoran quickly walked over and observed the corpses carefully.

These days, it is not surprising that there are dead people on the road. Those who died of starvation, those who died of illness, those who were bitten to death by wild beasts, those who encountered bandits and were killed... all kinds of death methods are not uncommon.

When Daoran went down the mountain for the first time, he encountered many dead people on the road.

But most of the dead people on the roadside were alone, or in groups of two or three at most.

There is strength in numbers. If dozens of people go on the road together, ordinary bandits will not dare to provoke them. If there is a disaster year, thousands of victims go on the road together, and even smaller counties will not dare to stop them, for fear of causing trouble.

They killed officials and rebelled.

In the small forest in front of us, there were a total of forty corpses lying there, and they were all powerful young men.

Daoran grabbed the hand of a corpse and found that the palm was covered with calluses, but it didn't look like calluses from holding farm tools, but more like calluses from holding knives all year round.

"Holy monk, these should be martial arts people."

Daoran heard a voice coming from behind him and turned around to see that it was Mrs. Bao, the shopkeeper of the caravan.

This Aunt Bao is only in her early forties. It can be seen that she was a beauty when she was young, but now her temperament has become that of a strong woman, with equal emphasis on majesty and shrewdness.

Aunt Bao is not an easy person to be able to control this caravan of 100 people.

Daoran clasped his hands together and said: "Amitabha, the young monk thinks so too. Most of them have old scars on their bodies, and the fatal injuries on their bodies were caused by sharp weapons. It was obviously caused by people fighting each other."

Aunt Bao said with a smile: "The holy monk is indeed very discerning. I didn't expect that the holy monk at such an age would be so familiar with the affairs of the world."

"Thank you, Madam Bao, but there is one thing that puzzles the young monk. There are more than forty corpses in this forest, and the killing would be too brutal. This place is already close to Suzhou, are the martial arts people so unscrupulous?" Daoran asked.

Dozens of people died in one fell swoop, and the court couldn't possibly ignore it. Although the imperial masters were now in chaos, it had not yet reached the end of the real dynasty, and the court's control was still sufficient. If the Jianghu people dared to do this, were they seeking death?

"What the holy monk doesn't know is that a martial arts conference is being held in Suzhou City. Thousands of martial arts people from all over the world have died in the fight for the Jade Pill," Aunt Bao explained.

"Lingyu Pill? Please give Aunt Bao some advice." Daoran vaguely felt that this matter was not simple.

"I dare not give you any advice. I am just interested in Jianghu affairs, so I asked for some information. Rumors about this Lingyu Pill spread from the palace. As long as you take the Lingyu Pill, you can greatly improve your skills, and even make mortals

Become an immortal and achieve enlightenment." Aunt Bao explained.

Daoran finally knew where his bad premonition came from. In the palace, the magic pill, becoming an immortal...this must be the national master who is causing trouble.

"Even if the Ling Jade Pill is really so magical, why don't those who get it eat it directly, but instead hold a grand martial arts conference?" Daoran asked strangely.

"I heard that there were two Ling Jade Pills, and Ouyang Chun, the Northern Hero, got them by chance. Ouyang Chun ate one himself, and his power greatly improved, making him almost invincible. Only then did he know that it was the Ling Jade Pill. It was just the Ling Jade Pill.

Each person can only eat one, otherwise his body will explode and die, so Ouyang Chun took out this second Ling Jade Pill as the final reward of the martial arts conference."

Aunt Bao seemed to be really familiar with the news in the world, and began to give Dao Ran a detailed list of famous masters in the world.

Martial arts masters are the kind of people who are unwilling to abide by the rules and choose to live a competitive life instead of abiding by the law. If you want to live so freely, you need strong martial arts, strong enough to resist the pursuit of the court, and occasionally be able to

Do something to rob the rich and give to the poor.

Therefore, how to improve martial arts is the most important thing. Lingyu Dan is an irresistible temptation for Jianghu people. Even if the martial arts competition has not even started, they have already arrived.

But if a group of unruly people get together, nothing good will happen, and fighting in groups becomes commonplace.

According to Aunt Bao, the dozens of people in front of me should be a gang called Dishamen, which has a bad reputation in the world.

You must know that most Jianghu people are murderous without batting an eyelid. They can be called heroes even if they kill and eat human flesh for their whole family. This Jisha clan still has a bad reputation despite such loose moral standards. This shows how low-level their character is.

Therefore, Mrs. Bao didn't feel anything about their deaths. People in the caravan who heard the name of Dishamen couldn't help but cursed: "What a death."

Regarding these grievances and grievances, Daoran only heard a general idea, mainly because the nicknames like Thousand-Armed Guanyin and Eight-Armed Arhat sounded a bit funny. How dare these martial arts people give themselves such nicknames, Fahai

He is a true Arhat, but he is just called Fahai.

What Daoran really pays attention to is Ouyang Chun, the best master in the world. He is not alone. He does not give the Lingyu Pill to his relatives and friends, but instead uses it as a reward in the martial arts competition. It is obvious that he has great intentions.

Maybe, the elixir in his hand was given to him by the National Master, and this martial arts competition was probably the task assigned to him by the National Master.

Whatever the enemy wants to do, it must be stopped.

Daoran felt that he needed to carefully investigate the details of this martial arts competition. If the national master really had any plan, Daoran would never let him succeed.

Thinking of this, Daoran decisively chose to part ways with the caravan. What he was going to do next would involve a lot of things, and it would be difficult to implicate Aunt Bao's caravan.

Although everyone in the caravan was very reluctant to leave, no one else could stop what Dao Ran had decided. When leaving, Aunt Bao handed a wooden sign to Dao Ran and said: "My son is studying in Suzhou. He and Suzhou Mansion

The relationship is very close, and if we are destined, the holy monk might as well teach Buddhism to my children."

This was said very politely. On the surface, it was asking Dao Ran to teach Buddhism to her son. In fact, it meant that if Dao Ran encountered any trouble, she could use her son to get in touch with the Suzhou government.

Daoran gratefully accepted the wooden sign. No wonder Aunt Bao, a woman, could run such a large caravan. She was really good at what she did.

Daoran left the caravan with Shenxiu and Xiaoqing, but did not go towards Suzhou City, but changed in another direction.

Shenxiu was a little strange and asked Ran: "Master, where are we going?"

"Didn't you listen to Aunt Bao? Recently, Suzhou City's public security has deteriorated a lot due to the gathering of many martial arts people. These Jianghu people kill people when they disagree with each other. This is a huge sin. You and I are both disciples of Buddhism.

Of course we have to find a way to make them put down the butcher knife." Daoran explained.

"Master is indeed merciful, and the disciple has learned the lesson. But aren't they in Suzhou? Where are we going?" Shenxiu asked.

"The corpses we just found were not dead for long, and the blood stains on many of the corpses have not completely solidified. The murderers must still be nearby, and I am going to find them," Daoran said.

If the murderer was not a heinous person and the murderer was just doing justice to the cause of heaven, Daoran would start a friendship with him to see if he could sneak into the martial arts competition.

If he is even the same as the Disha Sect, then Daoran will just act for Tian and find other martial arts people to make friends with.

The order depends on who the other party is.

"Master, how did you determine that the murderer was in this direction?" Shenxiu was like a studious student, eager to ask the question.

Daoran glanced at Xiaoqing and said to Shenxiu: "Then we will trouble our girl Xiaoqing."

Xiaoqing smiled proudly, patted her approachable chest and said, "Put it on me. I've already remembered the smell of the murderer."

After saying that, Xiao Qing clapped his fingers and said, "Let me do the math, one, two, three... Hey, there are only five murderers, which is pretty impressive."
Chapter completed!