Chapter 291 You Think of Good Things
There is a sense of summer in late spring, the dusk is deep, and the warriors return with swords in hand.
At this time, the crabapple tree was full of flowers and leaves, so it was not convenient for him to hang his hat and sword on it. So he put them on the table, sat down, picked up the water and drank it.
"How did Luo Gong investigate?"
"This harmful incident should have nothing to do with the person on Fengshan Mountain." Luo Seng put down the water cup and sighed.
"Ok?"
"Those women have indeed become mummies, but just as the coroner said, not only are their fat bodies missing, but their blood and essence are also missing."
Luo Seng looked calm and said:
"Without exception, they all had half-smiles on their faces, and the only red spot on their bodies was a red spot on their necks. I don't know what caused it, but it doesn't look like the method used by the guy on Fengshan.
“I asked their families, and they all said that they never came back after going to Fengshan.
"But I asked two constables to look through the case files from recent years. The two constables still remembered similar cases. After finding the case files, they found that in recent years, except for the recent ones, there were indeed about ten cases of women being killed or missing every year. If the bodies were found, they were basically like this.
"The government offices are mostly filled with a bunch of idiots. They either say it was done by a demon or blame it on the man in Fengshan, saying they died of starvation. If they can't find their bodies, they say they became thinner and regained their beauty, so they eloped with their lovers.
"If there is obviously something strange and the woman's relatives do not agree, they will ask the Ministry of Rites to ask the people from Juxian Mansion to take action. Juxian Mansion will often invite one or two extraordinary people to take a look. Some will honestly say that they are powerless, while others will try to fool people by saying that the ghost has been eliminated. If it appears again next time, it will be caused by another evil ghost.
"I found the families of these women and after questioning them, I discovered that they were all killed at least a few days after returning from Fengshan. Some of them had never been to Fengshan at all."
Lin Jue and his junior sister listened carefully and thought hard.
Only the fox was lying lazily beside it.
Lin Jue thought about it, but couldn't hear or figure out anything. He just realized that it really had nothing to do with Senior Hua.
Although he had thought so a long time ago, he had to consider the relationship between this Senior Hua and his uncle-master of Fuqiu Temple, Hongye Temple, and his second uncle-master. The two of them also inherited his paper donkey, so they would naturally lean towards this Senior Hua, so he had been suppressing such thoughts in his mind.
Only after Luo Gong spoke up did he feel relieved.
"It's not easy for Mr. Luo to travel to so many places and do so many things in half a day." Lin Jue admired him sincerely.
Luo Seng glanced at him and did not embarrass him:
"I don't know what has made them so impatient recently. It should be the target they are looking for on the way to Fengshan Mountain. Those women must have something in common. It's just that it's been too long. I asked a few police officers to patiently ask their families who they met, where they went, what they said, and what they did before they died. It may take a few days to get the results.
"There is a gangster who has come up with a solution for me, and I think it is feasible."
"Who? What method?"
"An old monk who didn't observe the precepts reminded me that many people who commit crimes will go back to the place where they committed the crime to check, especially to see what omissions they left behind."
“I’ve heard that, too.”
"Originally this is an experienced person, and a long time has passed, so the feasibility of this is not very high. However, with the talisman paper given by your senior Hua, and with your reputation, Master Fan's reputation is even better, maybe we can lure that person out." Luo Seng said, "In short, we can do both things at the same time. Whether we can find him or not depends on God's will."
"There is Mr. Lao Luo."
Lin Jue paused and said:
"When Mr. Luo went out to investigate the case, my junior sister and I also found a knowledgeable senior medium to ask about it. The senior medium left us a poem. It may not be accurate, but it can also serve as a reference for Mr. Luo."
The junior sister was originally supporting her chin and rubbing her face with it out of boredom. When she heard her own name, she looked at him, then immediately stood up and picked up the paper.
Luo Seng took it and looked at it carefully.
"The old immortal opened the furnace in Chang'an, first taking water from the river and then from the mountain. A bit of mist and jade color, half of the human world and half of the elixir." Luo Seng paused for a moment, and immediately grasped the key point, "Half of the human world and half of the elixir..."
"This poem has another deep meaning. Because we have heard this poem before. It was written by the senior medium that my master made friends with when the Corpse Tiger King of Huizhou was secretly amassing wealth." Lin Jue explained for him, "The senior medium used the same poem, so there must be a deep meaning, but I have thought about it for a long time and I am not sure what the connection is."
"Did you get rid of the Corpse Tiger King of Huizhou?" Luo Seng immediately showed a look of surprise.
Even the crabapple tree in the yard seemed to tremble.
That Corpse Tiger King is not the same kind of guy as the Crocodile Dragon King.
That is the true demon king who has achieved enlightenment.
If a person can achieve enlightenment, he is a true person, equivalent to an immortal on earth. If he goes to heaven, he will definitely not be a minor god or immortal. If he achieves enlightenment through martial arts and can protect the emperor, he may be named a true god.
But this Corpse Tiger King is different——
Be it a real person or an immortal, not everyone is good at fighting. It can even be said that the majority are not good at fighting. Moreover, the older the immortals are, the worse they are at fighting. If we trace back to the ancient times when even national wars had to follow three rules, it is not surprising that some immortals do not even have magical powers to protect themselves.
Tigers are naturally good at fighting.
Luo Seng and Lin Jue have been here for such a long time, and they have obviously learned a lot more about these things.
"We can only say that it is related to us. We discovered it and then reported it to Xuantian Temple in Qiyun Mountain. Half a year later, the Three Saints of the South came down to the mortal world together and eliminated the Corpse Tiger King in three days." Lin Jue explained.
"It was discovered by our senior brother." said the younger sister.
"So..." Luo Seng suddenly smiled and thought of something else, "That Nan Gong is also fake?"
"Maybe."
"No wonder you had strange expressions when you heard about this Mr. Pan and this Tianshi Fan that day, and you still had strange expressions when you heard about this Mr. Nan." Luo Seng laughed.
"Good memory."
"..."
Luo Seng shook his head and said no more, but continued to hold the paper and look at it.
"country……
"Alchemy..."
Luo Seng muttered to himself while glancing at the crabapple tree.
It is said that these "foxes" living in the city are often good at divination. Luo Seng knows that there are actually only a very small number of "foxes" who are good at divination. Most "foxes" rely on living together with humans, eavesdropping on people's conversations, and then communicating with each other to pass on information. Therefore, a fox often knows a lot of things, including things that seem they should not know.
For example, a fox living in the south of the city knows what is happening in a certain family in the east of the city, while a fox living in an ordinary person's house knows the family affairs of princes and nobles and even important affairs of the court. Therefore, they are considered to be able to tell fortunes.
Not sure if this is the case with these two.
However, this kind of thing is often mutual. Lin Jue had told these two not to spread what they heard in the courtyard, so naturally he would not pry into other people's privacy. Secondly, these foxes also have their own way of survival. They dare not talk about such a big thing. If they do, they will be "punished by heaven". In fact, they may be dealt with by capable people.
Just as he was thinking, there was a sudden noise in the quiet room. The three people and the fox turned their heads at the same time and looked towards the quiet room.
After a while, Lin Jue walked to the quiet room, looked at Wan Daoyou who was gradually waking up, and said:
"Friend Wan is awake? How do you feel?"
"Lin... Master Lin?" Wan Xinrong was a little confused. "Why am I here?"
"You went to Fengshan to find the evil god and were severely injured. Then I returned to the capital and Wu Lingshi happened to come looking for me. We went to Fengshan and brought you back."
"Maple Mountain...Evil God..."
Wan Xinrong muttered to himself, his eyes suddenly widened, and he gritted his teeth:
"Can the real person get rid of that evil god?"
Lin Jue shook his head: "You went to someone else's territory alone, and you are still alive today. Don't you know the reason?"
"I don't know..."
"I heard you scolded him badly."
"That monster killed my wife! What if I scolded it? I wanted to peel off its skin, pull out its tendons, drink its blood, and eat its flesh!" Wan Xinrong gritted his teeth and couldn't help crying, "Real man! That was my wife who had been with me since I was down and out! It's all my fault! I ignored her!"
Looking at him at this moment, he did seem to be talking about friendship.
It seems that he was not lying that he was so angry that he went to Fengshan alone to cause trouble for the monster. No wonder Master Fan added a nice word to the contrary when he said he was a scoundrel.
"Fellow Daoist Wan, look at you, you are filled with such hatred. If he was really the enemy who killed your wife, why would he let you live? Don't you think he can't see that you are practicing the Five Elements Spiritual Technique and have the vitality brought by the Wood Element Spiritual Rhythm to protect your body?"
"this?"
Wan Xinrong was stunned: "What the master means is..."
"Mr. Luo and I have been investigating this matter these days. It may not be that simple." Lin Jue said, "You are seriously injured. Rest well. We will investigate this matter thoroughly."
"..."
Wan Xinrong actually turned over and stood up.
He is worthy of being a practitioner of the Five Elements Spiritual Arts. Even though all the bones in his body were broken, only a few were left, but with a few drops of spiritual fluid from Luo Gong and a spiritual pill from Lin Jue, he recovered in such a short time.
It seems that this person has average abilities, but his Taoism should be quite profound.
After turning over, he actually fell to his knees and prostrated himself on the ground. He gathered up his strength, endured the pain, and kowtowed to Lin Jue and the others with tears streaming down his face:
"If Master Lin can really avenge the murder of my wife, from now on, my life belongs to Master Lin. I will go wherever Master Lin points."
Lin Jue immediately went to help him.
Luo Gong was unmoved. He stood at the door with his arms folded. He watched him kowtow and listened to him speak. He just laughed:
"You think of good things!"
Wan Xinrong just kept crying and kowtowing.
Lin Jue pulled him up and took out two books to change the subject.
"It just so happens that my junior sister has already copied down the remaining two of the three spells that I promised to give to you. You can take them and practice them. Don't think about anything else for now." Lin Jue said, "I'll find a bone-setting doctor for you tomorrow to prevent your bones from growing crooked."
……
Night has already fallen.
Mr. Luo went out again.
Wearing a bamboo hat and holding a long sword, the warrior walked hurriedly on the street.
The hidden streets of Changjing are where gangsters gather. The lights are on all night long and the smell of alcohol is strong. Sometimes Mr. Luo talks to others, and sometimes other gangsters whisper to each other.
In the small courtyard.
The fox jumped onto the desk and blew at the lamp. Only when it saw the night watch lamp burning with a small but golden flame did it jump down.
Lin Jue was walking around the room.
He picked up the torn Taoist robe and showed a look of heartache.
"Clothes! They're rotten!"
A fox's voice was heard nearby.
"Yes."
“Buy a new one!”
“It’s not that easy.”
"Easy! Buy it on the street!"
"That's not true."
"reason!"
"The cloth bought on the street is not woven by fairies with clouds, so how can it be so soft? A newly made Taoist robe also has some loose threads, places that rub people, and places that don't fit. I have worn this Taoist robe for several years, and it has slowly become suitable for me. If you don't wear clothes, you don't know that this kind of clothes is the most comfortable to wear." Lin Jue said to it slowly, "Besides, people have emotions."
The fox tilted his head and looked at him, not quite understanding what he said, only hearing one sentence:
"Fairies weave cloth out of clouds!"
“This is a story.”
"story!"
Lin Jue had no choice but to throw away the Taoist robe.
"I'll tell you later."
So he took out the ancient book, thought about it, took out the wood carving, summoned the silver-eating ghost, and prepared to ask it a question.
(End of this chapter)
