After a while, the snoring of the old Taoist priest sounded. Du Fei saw that the time had come and was ready to escape. Just as he struggled to crawl out from under the bed, a small voice sounded again: "Take me away too!"
"ah?"
There was another sound coming from the box. Although Du Fei was curious, he thought it was either a spirit or a monster; he didn't want to have anything to do with it.
"If you don't take me away~~ I'll shout loudly!" The thing in the box noticed his hesitation, and the high-pitched voice was urgent and angry.
Okay, I was tricked. Du Fei had no choice but to take the small gray box away with him. He climbed over the wall, went home, and went to bed in one go. He was too tired and nervous tonight, so he threw the box on the bed and exhaled.
Call him to sleep.
Early the next morning, Du Fei slept until he woke up naturally, stretched out beautifully, and felt so comfortable
Be frank.
He suddenly remembered what happened yesterday and looked at the bed again: there was no box. "I'm just telling you~~How can there be a talking box~~haha~~haha."
At this moment, someone suddenly came in: "Master! I am Xiaohu! Can I come in?"
"Aren't you already in?" Du Fei rolled his eyes at him.
"Hey, Master, have you heard? The people on the nearby mountain are watching the dead."
"Ah?," Du Fei was dumbfounded, "What? Can you see clearly? Someone is dead? Who?"
"An old Taoist priest. What's his name? San~~~san~~, I can't remember it. Don't you always run there? Maybe you know him. Hey? Where are you going? I told you to go there!"
Xiaohu was very confused: What happened to the young master today? He suddenly found a box on the ground.
A box?
When Du Fei arrived at Huiqing Temple, the ground was already covered with white flowers. All the Taoist priests looked as sad and angry as if they had been beaten to death.
"It's so cruel! How can you treat an old man like this? Even if he made a huge mistake, why don't you just give him a knife and it's over? You've hurt someone so miserably. You beast!" A fat Taoist priest cried like an old woman.
"Everyone must find the murderer! Take revenge on the old Taoist priest!" A Taoist priest who was as thin as a sledge shouted loudly.
People's emotions were incited, and they raised their arms one after another, "Revenge! Revenge! Revenge!"
"Who wants revenge?" Suddenly a group of people wearing official clothes came in. The one who spoke was a wizened old man wearing an official hat. Everyone fell silent.
It seems that he should have retired long ago. He had to be supported by someone with both hands when walking, and his wrinkled face was covered with beads of sweat the size of soybeans. The mountain road was rugged and he could not ride in a sedan chair, which must have caused him a lot of hardships.
. He stroked the two beards that looked like catfish whiskers around his mouth: "Humph! The country has its own laws! Are you going to take revenge on your own? What do you want our government to do?"
As soon as everyone got excited, they were slapped in the head. It was the thin Taoist priest who thought quickly: "The master will make the decision for us! The old Taoist priest will surely clear the wrong! Let's kowtow to the master!" The Taoist priests paused for a moment.
Hesitating, they all knelt down.
The old man waved his hand impatiently, "Don't do this! Where is the body?"
A government servant next to him immediately stepped forward: "Sir, please come with me!"
Du Fei poked his head in and followed in.
Before he could put another foot into the house, several people who had entered the house had already rushed out, vomiting. One of them knocked him backwards.
"My mother~~It's so scary~~, I want to go home!" A young government servant actually started crying in public.
"Zhang Biao!" The little old man frowned.
"Here! Sir." The only yamen servant who didn't vomit had a voice like Hong Zhong's, and his appearance was very consistent with his voice. If Li Kui were alive, they would be able to compete.
"Kick that crying "little girl" out of here!"
As a result, the sentimental little yamen servant disappeared in an instant, leaving only a shoe on the ground to prove his existence.
Du Fei went in and took a look, and was stunned: the old Taoist priest's body seemed to have exploded from the inside, and his internal organs were black and flowed all over the bed. Only his head was relatively intact, and there was a strange expression on his face.
, a smile that made people feel scared. Du Fei thought of the people he met on the way yesterday. Yes, they smiled like this. Did they kill the old Taoist priest? It doesn't make sense~ They came earlier than me, I entered the house
Is the old Taoist priest okay except for his smelly feet? Did I really come here yesterday? No, it must be a dream, or else the box is missing. It must be a dream! It must be a dream!
"Sir! This case may be more troublesome."
"Zhang Biao, you have been walking around the world for many years in your early years. Can you tell which sect is responsible for the poison?
Poison! Du Fei secretly screamed, yes, poisoned, and then left. People who are poisoned will not die immediately. This old man has two brushes. Huh? He is not the 73-year-old Liu that his father often mentioned.
The old county magistrate? When talking about him, my father always looked up to him with admiration. Although he was only a county magistrate, he created the most impressive record, that is, he served as a county magistrate in a county for 30 years and as a master for 15 years.
Whenever it was time for him to leave office according to the imperial system, there would always be a large number of people wailing and writing thousands of petitions. His boss, the first one, did not dare to offend the public, but the second old man was indeed very capable and capable of handling troubles. The third old man had a very strong backing.
(Both nieces are concubines in the palace). The old man has long wanted to retire and live a few days of leisure. But his prestige is too high, people respect him like a god, and his superiors treat him with great courtesy, which makes him every day.
All retirement plans fell into disrepair.
"No idlers are allowed in. If something goes wrong, you are the only one to ask!"
A yamen servant who had just finished vomiting ignored the foam at his mouth and nodded like a rat, "Yes, yes~"
"Take the body back, Zhang Biao, be careful when you take it, don't let it go."
The old man sighed, turned around and saw Du Fei, "Go home quickly, kid. This is not your place."
Lying on the bed, the strange smile of the old Taoist priest seemed to be lingering in front of Du Fei's eyes. I heard from other Taoist priests that the only Taoist priest in this temple was the old Taoist priest. Not only did he have outstanding swordsmanship, but he was also said to be able to exorcise ghosts.
Ward off evil spirits. How could such a powerful person be killed so easily~~
"Master, I am Xiaohu, can I come in?"
This time he really didn't come in.
Haha, I finally trained him out. Du Fei imitated his father’s official accent and said, “Come in~~.”
"Master, dinner is on the table for you. I'll go down first. If you have any orders, call me anytime."
"Okay~~." What did Xiaohu do? I've never seen him so polite. Does he have something on his mind? That's rare!
Du Fei tried very hard to fall asleep but failed. Under desperation, he decided to do something he had never done before: talk to his father.
Du Fei's father had the habit of reading military textbooks at night, which of course could be regarded as tutoring. His father, who was born in a martial arts world, would sometimes make heroic moves as if he wanted to overthrow the enemy's entire army by himself. The strong will have its own strong hand in war.
Fighting in rivers and lakes are completely different concepts. A person who knows how to use soldiers can torture the enemy to death by waving a paper fan and drinking tea from behind. My father is obviously aware of this, but he really has no talent for learning the art of war.
His level of education is not high. To be honest, at his level, he can barely read and write. Being able to become a general depends on the subordinates that his grandfather promoted in the court in his early years. Thinking of this, Du Fei couldn't help but gently
Sighing, my father can rely on my grandfather to get a part-time official position, but I can only rely on myself. My father is almost a rough man, and he doesn't understand the world at all, and he has no scheming. Although he can do big things on the scene, he can't do it.
Compared with his colleagues, he seemed so bold and honest, so it would be great if he could keep his position. Du Fei thought about the time when he was 8 years old, when his father picked up all the enemies in western Hunan with a silver gun.
The county horse thief, within 10 moves, defeated the Jiangyang bandit leader Shi Xie who had been on the run for 8 years and was burdened with blood debts. The people lined the streets to welcome his father who returned home in triumph. The father held him high above his head on the horse, and the mother sat happily behind her father. However,
Later, Shi Xie, the brother of the slain bandit leader Shi Xie, targeted his father. He did not dare to compete with his father head-on, so he kidnapped him and his mother while his father was not in the house. His father went to the meeting alone, wiped out the bandits and rescued Du Fei, but failed.
Save mother~~
"Son? You haven't slept yet?~~Hmm? Why are you crying?"
"Oh, I'm so sleepy~ Father, you haven't slept either."
"Go to bed early. As a father, I have to read the military meeting again."
"oh."
Father only left a stubborn figure for Du Fei. He seemed to be trying hard to defend something.
Several days passed, and Duan Fei didn't go out. He just studied and practiced martial arts at home. Du Renlong's brows became more and more relaxed, and he thought that his good intentions were rewarded.
Until one day, Du Fei was practicing martial arts in the yard when he suddenly saw Mr. Liu at his home, talking to his father about something~~~ His heart skipped a beat, wondering if it was because of Hui Qingguan's business again~ To be honest, even
He himself was not sure whether he was dreaming or whether he had actually been to Huiqingguan. After a while, his father came over and said to him: "The old county magistrate Liu asked me to identify the cause of death of the deceased. You and the Taoist priest from Huiqingguan
Aren't you familiar? Come with me, maybe you can provide some clues. See the world and learn some skills.
Du Fei couldn't help but wanted to find out what was going on. He had been suffering from insomnia for several days.
The old man's body had some hair loss after a few days, but his smile was still so menacing. Even though he was an old man like his father, he couldn't help but frown when he saw it: "How could it be~~?" He immediately turned around and left.
The old county magistrate was anxious, "Renlong, why are you leaving?"
But his father still didn't look back: "Fei'er! Go back home!"
The old county magistrate stood there helplessly and sighed softly: What kind of person could make Du Renlong afraid of being like this?
A servant came over: Master, this is the note left by Du Shenjiang.
County Magistrate Liu opened it and saw the words "Ksitigarbha Sect Dark Cocoon" crookedly written on it.
As soon as he saw the words, the note began to burn on its own, and the old county magistrate was so frightened that he threw it away: