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Above the hall, the tall monk declined the offer of tea, looked at the soldiers and asked calmly:

"I wonder what kind of strange disease the noble man is suffering from?"

"this……"

The soldier held the tea cup, hesitated for a moment, and waved his hand to signal everyone in the hall to leave.

When there were only three people left in the hall, the monk, himself and the clerk, he whispered: "To be honest with the Master, thirteen years ago, the prefect had a big quarrel with his wife over family matters. The wife left home in anger and went to the city. Staying outside the temple temporarily.”

"I don't know what happened in that temple. I only know that since then, my wife has been suffering from a strange disease. No one can get close to her. It's like she has invisible spikes on her body. As long as she gets close, she will be stung. hurt……"

Nie Changchuan frowned tightly and said in surprise: "Is this happening?"

Joining the army nodded and said with emotion: "Yes, it's really strange!"

Nie Changchuan glanced at him and said: "Forgive me for speaking frankly, could it be that the noble man is tired of having wives and wants to use this as an excuse to take concubines and enjoy sex?"

"How is this possible!" Joining the Army laughed at first, then realized what was happening and started to snap at the table. He said angrily, "You monk, you are so ungrateful. I treated you kindly, but you maliciously speculated on my Lord Prefect. It's really... "

Before he finished speaking, Nie Changchuan's eyes flashed with gold and he said calmly: "Sit down."

The soldier was startled for a moment, then looked dazed, and then sat down obediently.

Nie Changchuan came closer and whispered: "There are no outsiders here. It doesn't matter if you join the army."

The man who joined the army changed his attitude, smiled, and lowered his voice: "Brother, you are a monk and you don't know what red powder is like."

"Not to mention how beautiful my eunuch's wife is, let's just say that she is the daughter of Lord Yin Kaishan of the imperial court."

"Although my lord was also the number one scholar in the new department back then, he came from a humble background. He is lucky to have such a lovely wife. How could he be half-hearted about his wife again and let down the beauty?"

"To tell you the truth, the Grand Administrator has been thinking about sleeping with his wife day and night for these years, but he has no choice but to suffer from a strange illness. He has not been able to meet his wife for thirteen years. It is... what a waste of resources. !”

At the end of the sentence, Joining the Army couldn't help but express his feelings, and he had obviously seen the appearance of the prefect's wife.

Nie Changchuan's eyes turned cold, he looked at Joining the Army and said coldly: "I see, after hearing about Joining the Army, the poor monk already had an idea in his mind. I don't know where the noble man's mansion is. Can you take the poor monk to have a look?"

Joining the Army smiled and said: "Don't worry, I sent someone to summon the Master as early as when I asked him to introduce me. It won't be long before someone from my house will come to invite the Master."

Before he finished speaking, soldiers outside the hall came to report that it was the steward of the prefect's house who came to see the mage.

Joining the army loudly said: "Please come in quickly!"

After speaking, he smiled and said to Nie Changchuan: "Look, what I said..."

Nie Changchuan immediately stood up, with his left hand on his chest and his right hand holding a Zen staff, looking at the door calmly.

I saw a middle-aged man with a big belly and a rich appearance walking into the lobby. He was wearing brocade clothes and a gold bracelet, with a rather arrogant expression. He followed the officers and soldiers in the yamen and followed his instructions without taking him seriously.

Nie Changchuan's eyes narrowed into vertical pupils, and he opened the Tianlong Dharma Eyes to look at this person's whole body.

It was found that there were hideous scars on his arms and abdomen, as if he had been injured by a sword.

Coupled with his extremely unrestrained pace, and his speech and behavior that showed no trace of any tutoring, it was obvious that he was not a housekeeper trained by a big family, but more like a good bandit, or a nouveau riche who had made a fortune. .

Seeing this scene, Nie Changchuan finally understood why his cheap mother did not tell her grandfather in the capital about the murder of her husband and the impersonation of a water bandit for thirteen years...

Liu Hong, who killed his advantageous father, was a water bandit who robbed the road and had his accomplices to help him.

The gorgeously dressed butler in front of him is most likely Liu Hong's old brother.

Not only that, the entire prefect's mansion may have been controlled by the gang of water bandits. Entrances and exits from the mansion, and even correspondence must be strictly monitored by thieves. Only in this way can this secret be kept airtight.

Thinking of this, Nie Changchuan's eyes gradually turned cold.

At the same time, the housekeeper walked into the lobby as if he had entered his own back garden.

He laughed loudly at first, hooked up with the soldier, and called him brother and sister. Then he turned his head and looked at Nie Changchuan, looking up and down carefully.

It has to be said that this water bandit has a sophisticated eye for recognizing people.

Although Nie Changchuan looked like a burly man, the housekeeper could still tell at a glance that the monk was not old.

He asked with some surprise: "I wonder how many years Master has been practicing this year?"

Nie Changchuan recited the Buddha's name and said, "It has been thirteen years."

The butler continued to ask: "What is the Master's rank this year?"

Nie Changchuan said calmly: "Six out of twenty..."

"Really?" The housekeeper looked at Nie Changchuan's handsome face suspiciously, then suddenly turned his head and said, "Old Wang, are you sure this person has magic power?"

The soldier surnamed Wang nodded quickly and said: "Of course, this mage broke into the gambling house in the south of the city alone, and captured dozens of Golden Knife Gang thugs in the gambling house with one against a hundred. Now they are still imprisoned. It’s in jail in the city!”

"If you don't believe me, go and take a look in the prison and you will know that what I, Old Wang, said is true!"

"Oh?" The housekeeper narrowed his eyes slightly.

After thinking for a moment, he looked at Nie Changchuan and said with a smile: "Master Xuanzang, I am not doubting the master's methods, but it is because my wife is in a special situation and the strange disease she suffers from cannot be cured by ordinary means."

"How about this, the mage shows off his skills first, so that we can broaden our horizons."

"If the mage really has the means, I will definitely carry a big sedan chair and invite the mage to come in."

"After this is completed, whether it is gold and silver treasures, or ancient books, or even if the master wants to build a temple in Jiangzhou City and spread the word among believers, it will not be a problem!"

The steward said so confidently, it seemed that Jiangzhou City was within their grasp.

Nie Changchuan stared at him for a while and then said: "The poor monk is a monk. Gold and silver are like dung to me. It is not my way to build temples. If the poor monk cures my wife, I will only If you need to pass by Jinshan Temple in the future, just go to the temple and make your vows in front of the Buddha. "

After saying that, Nie Changchuan ignored the reaction of the housekeeper and others, inserted the heavy Zen staff firmly in his hand, then clasped his hands together and recited a Sanskrit Buddhist sutra in a low voice.

"Roar!"

In an instant, a shocking dragon roar sounded in the hall.

A bright, golden dragon flew out from behind him, circled twice between the pillars, and then turned into gold powder and disappeared.

Seeing this scene, the housekeeper and the soldier surnamed Wang both opened their mouths and looked up at the ceiling blankly.

When the golden dragon dissipated, the two of them suddenly came back to their senses and looked at the majestic monk with awe.

"Fa...Mage..." The butler's lips trembled and he trembled, "What are you..."

Nie Changchuan said calmly: "This is my Buddhist guardian heavenly dragon, not a real dragon. Please don't worry, two donors."

"Wish...it turned out to be like this..."

The housekeeper and Wang Canjun looked at each other and both breathed a sigh of relief.

The former had a smile on his face and said quickly: "Master Xuanzang, you really have great magical powers!"

After some nutritious rainbow fart, the housekeeper respectfully invited Nie Changchuan out with a smile on his face.

When he arrived at the prefect's mansion, Nie Changchuan glanced casually and found that the swordsmen guarding the gate and the servants guarding the courtyard all had a strong temperament and fierce eyes.

...Sure enough, the entire prefect's mansion has been tightly supervised by Liu Hong.

Nie Changchuan withdrew his gaze and followed the housekeeper into the front yard. After twists and turns, he finally arrived at the backyard.

Here, you can still see the manpower arranged by Liu Hong, but in addition, there are also some maids who look about thirty years old.

The two groups were either joking or busy with housework. In short, they were performing their duties and turning a blind eye to the other group. They seemed to be doing nothing.

There is no doubt that these two camps represent the prefect Liu Hong and his cheap mother Yin Wenjiao respectively!

Nie Changchuan was astonished. He seemed to have never expected that his mother was quite capable of protecting her beautiful maids among these wolf-like bandits.

However, this kind of protection must be very reluctant for her.

Otherwise, it is impossible for these maids to be all old faces and not a single newcomer.

Nie Changchuan thought that they should all be the same group of people who married Yin Wenjiao thirteen years ago...

If it were the original version of Chen Xuanzang, facing such a complicated situation in the mansion, he would have to fight wits and courage to save his mother.

But Nie Changchuan is different. His eight years of hard practice has allowed him to do some extraordinary things in the mortal world.

Not long after, Nie Changchuan followed the housekeeper into the back house.

At this time, there were three maids in the room, each standing in front of the window, in front of the bed, and at the door. The big bed was covered by a thick sheet of white satin, and a familiar yet unfamiliar figure was faintly revealed in it.

Nie Changchuan stood at the door, looking at the curtain with complicated eyes, silent.

At this moment, the maid standing at the door came with a towel and water, as if she wanted Nie Changchuan to clean his hands first.

The housekeeper glanced at the bed curtain with some fiery eyes, then reluctantly moved away, looked at Nie Changchuan and said with a smile: "My wife is behind the bed curtain, if the Master is..."

"Bang!"

Before he finished speaking, there was a popping sound of juice splashing everywhere.

The butler's head exploded like a bloody watermelon filled with water, dyeing the screen next to it half red.

The tall and delicate monk withdrew his fist calmly, and then, under the stunned gaze of the maid, he nonchalantly put his left hand stained with red and white stuff into the copper basin and washed his hands.

"Crash-"

The water waves flowed and were gradually dyed blood red.

The handsome monk picked up the towel, wiped the blood off his hands, and wiped off all the blood drops on his face. Then he grinned and showed a sunny smile towards the stunned maid.

"You're welcome!"

"This is what I should do……"