I have a book of salvation

Damn it!

Of course he deserves to die!

What Yu Chen believes in is that killing someone means paying for his life.

Tooth for tooth, blood for blood.

——This is also the bottom line of his and one of the few places where he overlaps with the laws of the court.

What did the hundred households in Wangfu Township do to anyone?

They live a good life, fishing, weaving, working, and keeping to themselves.

Why were they suddenly arrested and their flesh and blood used to make pills?

——And they failed to make pills.

Tell me, is this human?

And the souls of the hundred households in Wangfu Township gathered together after their death, turning into endless evil spirits, and they survived two or three days of the rules of heaven and earth, and finally met Yu Chen.

A blood feud, and they will not close their eyes until they die!

Yu Chen knows all this.

But the biggest problem is that wild fox face.

In the revolving lantern of the hundred households in Wangfu Township, Yu Chen saw those black-robed masked men and the man who looked like a leader.

Although some of them have cultivation, most of them are probably only at the level of Kaihai Realm.

Yu Chen alone can kill them all.

But the key is that the last one who appeared, the wild fox face, is different.

Although this guy did not take action in the revolving lantern of the hundred households in Wangfu Township.

But Yu Chen had seen him in Zhang Weizhi's revolving lantern - he slaughtered the entire Houtu Temple in just half an hour with his own strength!

Including Zhang Weizhi.

That is a lower-grade Shensui realm Qi cultivator!

All these things can only show one thing, that the wild fox face is at least a upper-grade Shensui realm Qi cultivator!

Indeed, he deserves to die.

But Yu Chen, what can make him die?

With sincerity?

After getting up and thinking about it, the young tomb keeper walked out of the underworld and made a paper man in the tomb keeper's room.

The old man Wensheng asked him what he was going to do.

Yu Chen just said that what he couldn't do, someone else could do it.

After a while, a paper man was formed in his hands, with bamboo strips as the skeleton, yellow paper as the body, cinnabar outlines, and black ink as the eyes.

Yu Chen blew a breath at the paper man.

There were bursts of light smoke, and it was lifelike, and he went out.

In the wind and snow of the night, he stepped on the wind and snow and rushed down the mountain.

——At this moment, after Yu Chen practiced Qi and entered the Tao, and was promoted to Kaihai, the paper man was no longer a simple blinding technique.

With the infusion of the Qi of heaven and earth, it can really turn decay into magic, and has many magical features!

For example, at this moment, this paper man can even use Yu Chen's magical skills, of course, it is definitely not as powerful as he can use himself.

Let's not talk about small talk.

The paper man walked through the streets and alleys all the way to the Chang'an city area, outside the Jiandi Division.

Two officers and soldiers stood at the door, motionless, like a pine tree standing still in the wind and snow, like a sculpture.

Yu Chen did not say much nonsense, and controlled the paper man to go to the Jiandi Division.

The two officers and soldiers immediately stepped forward to stop him.

Yu Chen only said that he was an old friend of Siming Yang Wei, and there was something that he had to give to Siming no matter what.

The two officers and soldiers were stunned and took an envelope from Yu Chen. Although they were half-believing and half-doubting, they still reported it to Siming.

In the Jiandi Division, late at night, Yang Wei sat behind the desk with a pile of thick files on the desk.

At this moment, this Siming of the Jiandi looked tired and dull.

These days, Yang Wei's head was full of big things.

There were too many things.

First of all, the death of old man Wensheng, although it was the will of the emperor, was ordered by His Majesty to be beheaded.

But Yang Lei and Wensheng had known each other for a long time. When he was a child, he dreamed of becoming a great scholar, and he also went to Wensheng, who was in Jinling at that time, to become his disciple.

The result is self-evident, it didn't work out.

Otherwise, there wouldn't be the current Siming of the Earth.

But it was also because of this incident that Yang Lei and Wensheng were quite familiar with each other, and naturally didn't believe that Li Huan was the kind of person who would steal the so-called "secret treasure".

But when the imperial edict came down, Wensheng didn't make any excuses, and really let Wu Yong chop off his head with tears.

Who do you think you can go to for justice?

This is only the first troublesome thing.

The second one is the destruction of Houtu Temple.

Overnight, a Taoist temple full of Qi-refining people was destroyed silently.

If it weren't for the photo stone left by the "judge" proving that the Zheng family's extermination case was instigated by the great master of Houtu Temple, Yang Lei would have gone to Wuyou Mountain in anger, and it is feared that the extermination of Houtu Temple would not be discovered until some time later.

In short, although Houtu Temple was not a good thing, their overnight destruction also gave Yang Lei, the Jinling Supervisor, a headache.

——He was originally responsible for the affairs of the entire Jinling Qi refining circle.

Now a Taoist temple with a thousand people was exterminated, and he still couldn't find the murderer. Anyone would be anxious.

These two things were enough to make Yang Lei anxious.

But, it's not just that.

In the past two days, he took the time to look at the investigation files of the floods on the Cangjiang River a few days ago.

He also noticed that something was wrong.

—— This matter might be justified during the hot summer flood tide.

But it was freezing cold, and floods happened in Cangjiang River one after another, and they were all near villages and towns, which was too outrageous.

And the people from the Land Supervision Department detected an almost undetectable chaotic breath of heaven and earth Qi from the riverside where the incident occurred.

In this way, it is not ruled out that these floods were also deliberately caused by someone.

…

One after another, Yang Wei felt a headache.

Shaking his head, he took a deep breath, sucked the cold wind and snow into his chest, and put it aside for the time being.

Then, he looked at the envelope presented by the goalkeeper just now.

Take it apart and take a look.

The expression on his face suddenly stiffened.

It seems to be solidified.

Just looking at the letter, there was nothing else at the beginning, just a small poem.

[One pound of soy sauce beef, two large white steamed buns. This is true for all three meals, no change in the four seasons. 】

Judging from the standards of academy poetry, it can be said that it is the work of a child of several years old and makes no sense.

But a long time ago, when Yang Wei was a child, before he started practicing swordsmanship, and when he was still dreaming of a great scholar, these few lines of poems were his proud work!

Even for fear of being stolen, no one said anything!

Only when I went to see Na Wen Sheng to be my disciple, did I give him a look!

In other words, only Wen Sheng and them knew about this matter!

As for the old man who was a literary saint, it was impossible for him to tell others about his embarrassing things.

But now, this dark history has been revealed again after decades.

Of course, this is not a problem.

The problem is that the old Literary Saint who knew about this is dead. His head was cut off, sewn back together, and buried in Wanjia Mausoleum.

Totally dead!

In this case, how did this poem come about?

Yang Wei suppressed his doubts and continued to look down.

But this look makes my scalp numb even more!

In the letter, it was clearly stated.

The person who destroyed the entire Houtu Temple was a man wearing a wild fox mask.

Not only that, he not only destroyed the entire Houtu Temple family, but also did more evil things!

The people of Wangfu Township who were wiped out by the Cangjiang flood did not die because of the flood, but were taken away by the wild fox-faced people and used to practice elixirs alive!

Their corpses were the same pile of bones that the government had just discovered!

The letter even gave the address of the demons making alchemy.

There is no unnecessary nonsense, but everything is explained clearly.

The ins and outs are clearly explained.

Like telling a story.

Originally, Yang Wei probably wouldn't believe it.

But the poem at the beginning made him hesitate.

A ridiculous guess even came to mind.

——Is it possible that old guy Li Huan... isn't dead?

Was this letter sent by him?

But that’s not right either!

The corpse whose head was beheaded by the state capital Wu Yong was indeed Li Huan.

Moreover, he also witnessed the corpse being put into the coffin and buried.

But if Li Huan died, who would translate these poems from decades ago?

Yang Wei's mind became even more confused.

Holding the letter in hand, he walked out the door.

Ask the two gatekeepers who sent the letter.

The two hesitated, only saying that the man was completely covered in his robe and hood and could not see his face clearly, but he claimed to be Yang Wei's old friend.

Without getting any clues, Yang Wei left and rushed to Zhou Mu's mansion overnight to find Wu Yong.

Show the letter to the state pastor Wu Yong.

Mr. Zhou Mu also felt puzzled.

Can't tell true from false.

The two of them discussed it for a long time before making up their minds.

——Whether it’s true or not, you’ll know just by looking at it!

Although there is no evidence of death in Houtu Guan, hundreds of families in Wangfu Township have become a pile of bones.

But the letter said where the place where "living people make alchemy" is.

True or false, you will know as soon as you go!

If there really is a demon in that place who uses living people to make elixirs, then it proves that the letter is true.

If there were no clues there, it would mean that the letter was just a prank.

After the decision was made, the two of them discussed that it would be better to keep this operation a secret - just let Yang Wei take the alchemists from the Earth Supervision Department.

Otherwise, there would really be a gathering of monsters there, and officers and soldiers would be dispatched rashly. With such a huge momentum, they might scare off the grass and scare the snakes.

Immediately, Yang Wei issued an order to dispatch troops and generals, and the entire Supervisory Department began to move slowly.

At the end, Yang Jian was about to walk out the door when he suddenly turned around and asked, "Master Zhou Mu, is the sinner Li Huan... really dead?"

After Zhou Mu heard this, he felt confused, but he still replied: "I personally cut off the teacher's head, and I can't do it falsely - but you also know that his divine head was no longer in his mind when I found him." Come on, I have never seen the so-called secret treasure in the imperial edict."

At the end, the leader of a state laughed at himself: "Tsk, the holy will is like a sword from heaven... You can't disobey it! I never dreamed that one day I would cut off my teacher's head with my own hands! If I had known this, I would have I would never have embarked on this so-called official career!"

Yang Wei was silent, cupped his hands, and left.

The next morning.

On the Wanjialing Mausoleum, Yu Chen got up early, left a paper man in his own appearance to look at the tomb, and then went down the mountain.

I drank a bowl of steaming porridge at a tea shop in the city, ate two big steamed buns with soy sauce meat, and then left the city.

After a while, the Supervisor of the Prison ordered Yang Wei to lead the team, and a group of Qi warriors from the Supervisor also left the city through the wind and snow.

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