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It was two days later that Li Ping'an saw the plaintiff again.

Zheng Chabo delivered it in person.

The common people who complained to the officials died unexpectedly.

Another suicide due to fear of crime!

The plaintiff resisted the psychological pressure of the following prisoners and endured fifty days of physical torture. As a result, he could not survive more than three days in prison.

Li Ping'an looked at the intact corpse: "Fourth uncle, did you really commit suicide?"

"It's true this time..."

Zheng Cha changed his voice and said, "Hey, what did you say, how could it not be true?"

Li Pingan nodded repeatedly. The injuries on the prisoner's body were all caused by falling or touching himself. It was hard to imagine that the injuries caused by self-inflicted injuries had nothing to do with the jailer.

Send Zheng Chapao away and come back to inspect the plaintiff's body.

"The pupils are dilated, the lips are blue, and the abdomen is blue and swollen..."

Li Ping'an checked the scalp, neck, chest and abdomen: "There are no lumps, no bleeding, no marks of strangulation. There was no strong resistance before death. It should be true suicide!"

I checked and touched the corpse, but as always, I gained nothing.

The corpses were sent to the mortuary and searched at least twice, once in the cell and once out of the cell. There were very few omissions.

"I'll help you tidy up your remains for free. It was miserable when you were alive, but you should be cleaner after death."

Li Ping'an sympathized with the plaintiff. His wife and daughter were robbed, and he died inexplicably.

A good family of three was suddenly ruined!

This kind of thing happens every day in Daqian, and 99% of it has no follow-up. If you want to take revenge, you can only hope that God will open his eyes.

Does God exist?

Li Ping'an didn't know, but he had never seen a bad guy killed by lightning.

After sorting out the corpse, he continued to stand and breathe.

Cynomorium Kung Fu belongs to the category of physical exercise. It is different from the Iron Leg Kung Fu, which is a hard exercise. It requires standing postures and breathing to promote the absorption of the decoction into the kidneys.

Zhuang Kung Fu is divided into three postures: standing, bowing and lying down, and is further divided into twenty-seven movements.

It takes more than half an hour to complete one round of practice.

After Li Pingan finished practicing, his kidneys were slightly warm, and his whole body felt smooth and relaxed.

"The kidneys not only store sperm and generate marrow, but also have important functions such as purifying blood and internal and external secretions. Strengthening the internal organs and refining them cannot directly increase strength, but they regulate the human body as a whole!"

Thinking of this, I became more interested in understanding the Qi of the Big Toad.

Big Toad Qi strengthens the stomach, allowing you to eat more and digest well, which is a significant benefit to physical exercise.

"Tomorrow I'll buy some Taoist scriptures and compare them with the vocabulary in Da Toad's Qi. Maybe I can understand it as soon as possible."

Li Ping'an is alone and has little ability to protect himself. Unlike the prisoner who relies on his family, he can invite Taoist priests to explain and translate.

While thinking.

I heard a knock on the door.

Li Ping'an looked along the crack in the door and saw that it was Song Tixing from Dali Temple. He quickly opened the door and saluted.

"I've met Mr. Song."

Song Tixing carried the bamboo box with tools and asked as soon as he entered the door: "Where are the corpses sent by the government office?"

Li Ping'an pointed: "This is it."

"Have you cleaned up?"

Song Tixing frowned slightly. The plaintiff's corpse was as neat as new, lying peacefully and comfortably on the ground. Even his clothes were changed into a shroud.

As a result, an autopsy would be inaccurate.

Li Pingan said quickly: "I have already done an autopsy..."

Then he described the autopsy process in detail, and speculated on the type and source of the poison. He also expressed sympathy for the plaintiff's destruction of the family.

After hearing this, Song Tixing sighed: "He asked me for help, so I helped him. I never thought of harming his life!"

Li Ping'an lowered his head and didn't comment. He couldn't afford to offend either the Beijing Yamen or the Dali Temple.

Song Tixing asked: "I heard from your autopsy that you are even more powerful than me. Where did you learn this?"

Li Ping'an blamed everything on his ancestors: "The fourth generation of my family has touched... cough cough, the undertaker, I have seen many kinds of corpses, and practice makes perfect, so I learned how to do autopsy."

"It turns out that it comes from family education."

Song Tixing said: "If you are willing to come to Dali Temple to work as a widower and help solve the case, I can just inform the Beijing Yamen."

Li Ping'an's heart tightened. "Notice" is what superiors say to subordinates.

The seventh-rank official "notified" the third-rank official, but the latter really did not kill the accuser. Either Song Tixing had a deep background or was powerful.

The rash refusal made Song Tixing angry, and he had to go to the street to beg for food.

"The undertaker is the job passed down from our ancestors..."

Li Ping'an deliberately spoke slowly and observed Song Tixing's expression. If he looked cold, he would go to Dali Temple for duty.

"Forget it as our ancestors taught us."

Song Tixing did not force himself into trouble, and then exchanged autopsy techniques with Li Ping'an.

"Sir, I don't know much!"

Most of Li Ping'an's understanding of human body structure comes from modern medicine, which is very different from Daqian's medical theory.

If you accidentally say too much and fall into the ears of someone with good intentions, such as an evil doctor who likes to collect medical fees from living people, you may cause disaster.

"Then I take my leave."

After Song Tixing left, he did not return to the Yamen of Dali Temple, but walked towards Nancheng.

…

Yanfufang.

City God's Temple.

In recent years, the City God has appeared one after another, and the number of believers has increased sharply.

The main hall was newly built and the golden body was rebuilt.

It was getting dark, but pilgrims were still coming in and out, praying for blessings from the City God.

Zhu, a fat man with a big belly, commanded his disciples to distribute peace charms, which were nominally free, but in fact they were only given to believers who donated money for incense.

The cost of each picture is almost zero, and the lines drawn are also different.

However, it is not a trick. The talisman seal has no effect. Worshiping it in front of the statue of the City God for one night will have the effect of calming one's mind and exorcising evil spirits.

It is several feet underground in the City God's Temple.

Song Tixing sat cross-legged, holding a simple seal in his hand.

The divine power of incense poured into his body, he looked up at the palace, and suddenly felt the majestic and terrifying pressure.

After hesitating for a long time, Song Tixing placed the seal on his forehead.

The translucent Yuan Shen emerged from the body, roughly similar to Song Ti Xingsheng's, nodded to the sleeping body, and suddenly emerged from the ground.

The Yuan Shen coincides with the statue of the City God, stimulating the divine power of the incense, UU reading www. ukanshu.net Wake up the two judges standing on the left and right.

The judge on the left is holding a sword. He was an upright scholar who often did good deeds and died saving a child who fell into the water.

The military judge on the right is holding an iron rope. During his lifetime, he was a knight who hated evil as much as he hated evil. He punished and eradicated evil for the people and arrested countless criminals.

Song Tixing divided two incense divine powers to bless the civil and military judges.

"Go quickly to arrest Pang Hong and bring him to justice!"

"As commanded."

The civil and military judge Yin Shen broke away from the clay-body stone sculpture, floated in the air on the breeze, and quickly flew towards Pang Mansion.

At this time, the Chenghuang Temple was closed.

Fat Miao Zhu drove the disciples out of the door, opened the merit box, and happily counted the incense coins.

"I've gained a few more taels today. I'll save another three to five months and buy a yard in the east of the city!"

Suddenly, there was a dark wind in the hall, which made Fat Temple Zhu's neck feel cold. He looked up in the direction of the wind and saw that the eyes of the statue of the City God were shining with divine light.

Majestic and terrifying!

"Ouch!"

Fat Miao Zhu was so frightened that his legs became weak, and he knelt down on the ground, kowtowing.

"Forgive me, the City God, but I should not use incense money to support my wife. I will never dare to do so again..."

While kowtowing, I peeked at the statue with sideways eyes and found that everything was as usual. I rubbed my eyes and looked carefully, and it seemed that I was dazzled.

Fat Miao Zhu put the incense money back and rolled and crawled out of the hall.

The city god and the civil and military judges really exist and live in the same world as Fat Miao Zhu. However, the yin and yang do not affect each other.

Occasionally, yin and yang meet, and it happens to be seen by others, and the word spreads that the city god appears.

About half an hour.

The civil and military judges escorted an illusory soul, wrapped in iron ropes, with swords at their throats, and urged them into the City God's Hall with curses.