Snow is flying heavily outside the palace, withered branches making whining and cracking sounds, and the inside of the palace is filled with birds and the fragrance of tea.
Zhang Wenfeng was flipping through a stack of compiled files. Opposite him sat Zhuang Yu, who had returned from the snow. He deliberately chose to talk in the west hall on the top of the mountain to show his respect for this disciple who had been away on business for several months and said: "You don't have to be formal.
, pour yourself some tea."
Zhuang Yu bowed slightly and said "yes", picked up the tea cup, took a sip and then put it down.
After looking through the evidence, timelines, and witnesses collected by Zhuang Yu, all the evidence, timelines, and witnesses were matched. There were also a few sheets of ink paper from the time when the Dingxi City Border Assistant Department was handling the case. After closing the file, Zhang Wenfeng asked: "Can this matter be involved?"
To Guanquan?"
Zhuang Yu sat upright and said: "From the time line analysis, it does not involve Taoist Gu Quan. Before Brother Wei and the others went to Dingxi City, Taoist Gu Quan had already gone into seclusion. When the incident happened, Taoist Gu Quan had not yet left seclusion.
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He talks about things as they happen and doesn't get involved in personal feelings.
"Tell me how things went in the next few months for you?"
Zhang Wenfeng omitted details and went straight to the core. What he needed was a result.
Zhuang Yu reorganized the previous files because he was worried that his unsubstantiated claims would arouse his master's dissatisfaction. He made the chain of evidence self-consistent. Even if there were some imperfections, it didn't matter. He said: "Gu Chaowen has been initially punished and Gu Quan has been punished."
The Taoist priest removed himself from the position of the master of Jinfeng Temple, and now he is guilty and reduced to an ordinary disciple, sent to guard the gate at the foot of the mountain."
"Oh, how did you do it?"
Zhang Wenfeng drank the slightly cold tea in one gulp, and Zhuang Yu, who was opposite him, quickly stood up and poured tea and water.
A shy smile appeared on Zhuang Yu's face, and he said: "When the disciple arrived in the city of Qizhou, he walked around Fangshi Street for a few days and got to know a few casual cultivators who set up street stalls. Through them, he met two people who had worked at Jinfeng Temple.
The apprentice's casual practice overhears some unknown secrets. The disciple processes them appropriately and spreads the truth and lies.
For example, Gu Chaowen secretly murdered the respected old Guanzhu. Some details were quite coincidental, and a little extension aroused the suspicion of several of the old Guanzhu's disciples. Among them, the highest-ranking one was in charge of the prison and had a lot of trouble with Gu Chaowen.
Then came the unfavorable news that Gu Chaowen was a prisoner and committed theft, eating too much and occupying too much.
The last one is that before Gu Chaowen went to Dingxicheng for training, he killed his fellow junior sister and destroyed the corpse. Anyway, whether there was a living person or a dead body, everyone focused on that bad boy. Things broke out one after another inside Jinfengguan, which made
Jinfengguan has almost become a joke in Qizhou, and Taoist priest Gu Quan had to make punishments that would be seen by outsiders."
There is no need to list in detail how many shady tricks he used in the process, so as not to taint Master's hearing.
Of the three thousand spiritual energy stones he carried, there were not many left.
Zhang Wenfeng thought for a moment and asked: "Is this the end of the matter, or is there a next plan?"
As a disciple who has not yet officially become a disciple, it is obvious that he has many tricks and is ruthless and sophisticated.
Zhuang Yu was also a little unsure of his master's preferences, so he said bravely: "This is just the first step. Let him lose his reputation first, dust him off, cast a shadow on his mind, interrupt his smooth cultivation path, and create a bottleneck for him.
If there are obstacles, he will not be able to advance for at least three to five years."
"What to do next?"
"The second step is to find a way to eradicate the roots and not give him a chance to make a comeback. Otherwise, if he climbs out of the ordeal, sooner or later he will find clues that I was involved. That guy is very smart. He has already noticed that someone is adding fuel to the fire, so I will come back first.
Yeah, stay away."
Zhuang Yu glanced at the master's face, and he did not dare to elaborate on his plan.
Through two casual cultivators, he established a relationship with one of the disciples of the deceased old master of Jinfeng Temple. He was generous with flowers and stones, and generous in giving gifts. It was not difficult to make friends.
Zhang Wenfeng picked up the teapot and poured half a cup of tea for Zhuang Yu, who was opposite him, and said with a smile: "You did a good job."
There is no need to say everything in detail, just hit the mark.
Kindness must grow teeth, otherwise it will become indulgence in evil.
Zhuang Yu understood this in his heart, and the master of the temple agreed with his subsequent method of eradicating the weeds. He felt relaxed immediately, and was worried that his hard work would lead to the scolding of his master.
"Master, this disciple spent more than 2,200 spiritual energy stones lavishly. Take a look, I made a list."
Zhuang Yu was a little shy and handed a thin book with both hands. He recorded every stroke.
Zhang Wenfeng took it, flipped through it quickly, and handed the booklet back to Zhuang Yu, saying: "These things should be destroyed, including the files, without leaving any traces. You must pay attention to protect your own safety. This is three thousand pieces of spiritual energy."
For the expense of stone, I said hello to the mountain chief, you can go to him tomorrow to settle the account, and when Wei Jingjie and the others come back and want to beat you up, I won’t help you stop them."
The remaining more than 700 spiritual energy stones should be regarded as rewards for Zhuang Yu's errands during this period.
At the end, I made a joke.
Zhuang Yu thanked the visitor with a cupped hand, and said with a shy smile: "Senior Brother Wei, they are very capable of making money, and they will not argue with their disciples."
Zhang Wenfeng looked at the prospective disciple who was neither arrogant nor arrogant and said: "I hope you can remember a sentence, 'When I am in darkness, my heart turns to the sunshine.' Cultivation and life are the same principles. You must not forget your original intention."
"Yes, disciple, remember this!"
"The apprenticeship ceremony will be held in the main hall tomorrow morning, please prepare."
After sending Zhuang Yu, who couldn't hide his joy, down the mountain, Zhang Wenfeng got up and walked around the west hall for a long time, and then left the hall.
The sky and the earth became one color, and the snow became heavier and heavier.
Floating down the mountain, he heard the children's laughter of Hu Qiang'er and the ancient plum tree fairy Lengxiang in the wind. A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He just listened to the messy things in the world brought by Zhuang Yu. He needed to appreciate it.
Some of the beauty in the world.
"Master, come quickly. Sister Lengxiang has opened a few bunches of red plums as big as the mouth of the cup. They are so beautiful!"
Hu Qian'er stepped on the wooden sword and shouted excitedly.
The ancient plum is planted on the east slope of Xitanling, close to the Lingtan water and facing the sun. It is less than two hundred feet away from the ancient walnut tree on the southwest slope of Xianling Mountain. The two little sprites are close neighbors facing each other across the stream.
Leng Xiang wore a plain dress. After more than a month of training, her complexion returned to its original color, and her face was pink and tender.
Compared to the cold and cold place before, now there is a demon of similar age here, and the two have become friends who talk about everything. She also knows that Xianling Temple is not the way Xiao Ni'er scares her, and the owner of the temple treats her very much.
He took great care of her and even rewarded her body with a handful of divine clay.
Being kidnapped to the territory of An Dynasty, the little boy was very satisfied to have such a good home.
"I've met the master."
"Get up, I can smell the fragrance from afar."
Zhang Wenfeng looked at the tops of the rugged and curved plum branches. Among the wind and frost swords, there were several bunches of bright red plum blossoms blooming, as warm and moist as withered jade. Against the white snow in the sky, he felt particularly refreshed. He was inspired to paint.
This world needs seductive scenery to wash away the dust in the heart.