I have an eternal eye

The autumn wind is bleak, and the trees are peeling off and insects are singing.

A few days have passed since the vision of the black sun and blood moon, and the city of Yujing has returned to its former prosperity.

This is what happens in the world of mortals.

When the people open their eyes, they only have firewood, rice, oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar and tea. No matter how big it is, they still have to live their lives.

Of course, among the teahouses, restaurants, and brothels in the market, all kinds of rumors inevitably began to spread.

The emperor has lost his virtue, there are signs of catastrophe... you name it.

But after the spies who patrolled the city threw a few unlucky people into prison, no one dared to say anything more.

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In the south of the city, Tongzhengfang.

Although the Six Gates were under the Ministry of Justice, they were not arranged in Beicheng, where the yamen were concentrated, because they mostly dealt with people in the Jianghu.

Over there, close to the imperial city, there are some people in the world who are so bold that it would not be a good idea to disturb the emperor's relatives.

But after all, it is the official office of the Ministry of Justice. The three-hundred-year-old ancient building has been repaired many times, making it look majestic, solemn, and majestic.

The yellow walls and red tiles look like the color of the sun.

The eaves and brackets look like they are about to fly into the sky.

In the back hall, Guo An, the head of the six doors, was drinking tea. His posture was leisurely, but he could not hide the tired look on his eyebrows.

He was tall, with black hair and white temples, and a straight face. He was known for his impeccable conduct and won the trust of Emperor Zhao Mian of the Liang Dynasty.

At this moment, two head catchers walked quickly through the door.

One is the honest-looking Wang Baotou.

The other person has gray hair, one eye, and sinister facial features.

"My lord, we have found out everything."

The one-eyed catcher said in a deep voice, cupping his hands: "People from all walks of life gathered in Youzhou because of rumors that Xuandu Temple, the former holy land of martial arts, suddenly appeared. My subordinates have sent spies there."

"Xuandu Temple?"

Guo An frowned slightly, "Three hundred years ago, the Holy Emperor unified the Nine Provinces and made Xuandu Guan the Grand Protector of the Country. However, these old Taoists didn't know how to promote themselves and hid in the mountains. Now they suddenly show up. I'm afraid it's not easy."

The one-eyed catcher nodded and said, "Will my subordinate go there in person?"

"No, so as not to alert the enemy."

Guo An waved his hand, "Right now, the capital is short of manpower, and there is a black sun and blood moon phenomenon. It is inevitable that someone will take the opportunity to cause trouble. Let's wait until this period of time passes."

"Huo Feng, you have enough qualifications. Keep an eye on this matter. When the storm subsides, I will apply to Master Situ to let you fill the position of the gold medal catcher."

"Thank you, sir."

The one-eyed catcher suppressed the excitement in his heart and handed over his hands to thank him.

Guo An nodded, looked at Wang Captou again, and asked, "Where's Zhang Biao? Did he go to the Li Mansion to cause trouble?"

Wang Captou quickly smiled and said: "I went to see him. He has been practicing martial arts behind closed doors at home these past few days. He is very honest."

"This kid has a quick mind and is a good handler in handling cases, but he occasionally likes to get into trouble."

Guo An shook his head and said solemnly: "It is understandable that the young man is passionate. For the sake of his father, we will not pursue it this time."

"You also know the current situation in the capital. If anything goes wrong, it will be doomed."

"Please keep an eye on him. If there is a next time, I will never tolerate him!"

Wang Captou quickly apologized and said, "Don't worry, sir, that kid has realized his mistake."

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To the west of the city, Huairen Square.

Yujing City is bustling with commerce. In addition to the east and west cities, which are places for bulk commodity trading, many cities also have their own characteristics and have become a gathering place for industries.

For example, Jixianfang's tomb store, Xingyefang's wine, Fengyifang's funeral coffins... are all famous in Beijing.

Huairenfang is where medicine halls gather.

Authentic medicinal materials from the north and south, whale incense from the sea, and tiger bones from the mountains... can all be found here.

Fangdong, Renxintang.

"Ginseng ten qian, Atractylodes ten qian, Poria ten qian..."

After the doctor checked again, he frowned slightly and said: "Sir, I think your recipe is a bit like Jiuzhen Tang, but why do you add some medicine that stretches the muscles and penetrates the bones? I have never seen this before. It’s used like this…”

Zhang Biao smiled and said: "Doctor, don't worry, just arrest him, I will use the prescription for myself, I won't cause you any trouble."

"okay."

The doctor shook his head and handed the prescription to the clerk.

He has not seen this kind of people before. They think they have some secret recipe and hide it. However, the skill of Qihuang is to treat the disease according to the disease. The same symptom may have different causes.

No matter how good the prescription is, it is still poison if it is not right for the patient.

But one less thing is worse than one more thing, and he didn't bother to say it.

Zhang Biao naturally doesn't talk too much.

This is a recipe recorded in the "Sanyang Jing". It is actually used to make medicinal meals and stew tiger bone and chicken soup to replenish qi and blood.

The method of refining qi is not that simple.

Even if he speculates that there will be a revival of spiritual energy in the world, it will not be something that a mortal body can withstand.

Otherwise, wouldn’t anyone who can breathe easily be able to practice?

The method of refining qi requires first filling one’s own qi and blood.

Refining the five internal organs internally, eating exotic delicacies externally, strengthening the ancestral energy, channeling the three burners, using the six meridians as rivers and the intestines and stomach as sea, can the acquired nature gradually activate the innate nature.

If you practice directly, you will probably explode and die.

After grabbing the medicine, Zhang Biao hurried home.

A mysterious world has loomed, with infinite attraction, and other things have been forgotten by him.

When I returned to Anzhenfang's home, I immediately started making soup.

Tiger bones are the main ingredient, mixed with chicken broth. After simmering for three hours, the medicinal ingredients were put down while the remaining heat was still present and simmered over low heat.

After this tossing, it was afternoon.

The cooked soup is blood red, slightly fishy, ​​and as thick as jelly.

This was Zhang Biao's second time cooking it. He was familiar with the process. After swallowing it in one mouthful, he stood upright and stood in the courtyard.

The medicine is very powerful and must be refined through practice.

He first stood on the Hunyuan Zhuang for half an hour, placing his palms against his abdomen, slowly rotating clockwise as he breathed in and out.

After a while, there was a growling sound in my stomach, as if there was a small toad in it, the skin on my body gradually turned red, sweat was steaming, and the top of my head was steaming.

Zhang Biao felt like he was on a stove, his eyes were red, and even the breath in his nose was filled with burning pain.

He stared, made a gesture, and then practiced the family martial arts "Soul Chaser".

The fist is the yang, the body is twisted and the waist is like a hammer...

The palm is yin, and the front and back hooks are like holding the soul...

The foot steps on Ziwu in a chain, sometimes standing up and slashing down, like a diamond subduing a demon, sometimes galloping with empty steps, like a spiritual rabbit...

For a moment, the dust in the courtyard was flying, and only a shadow could be seen, and the wind of fists was blowing and whirring.

After a long while, Zhang Biao stopped. His temples were swollen, his eyes were shining brightly, and he slowly calmed down after taking a few breaths.

He looked at his hands and smiled.

During this period of time, although the "Three Yang Sutra" has not yet cultivated the sense of qi, the strong qi and blood have been effective.

If he were to fight with someone right now, he would probably be able to fight with hundreds of moves without losing his strength.

Not only that, the energy and spirit are also stronger.

He has been experimenting these days.

If you use your spiritual eyes to look at ordinary objects more than five or six times before, you will feel mentally exhausted.

If it's a first-grade yellow level, that's two times.

It's not that you can't continue, but once you overuse it, you'll become groggy, your mind won't be clear, and you won't be able to deal with danger.

After practicing the "Three Yang Sutra", the number of uses has increased in just a few days, and it is not a problem to detect mundane objects seven or eight times.

If he explores the second-grade yellow items again, he will never faint like last time.

Thinking of this, Zhang Biao came to the stove again, his spiritual eyes moved, and he looked at the remaining medicinal soup.

Bazhen Qi and Blood Decoction (Fan)

1: Medicinal diet during the Qi refining period, which greatly replenishes Qi and blood, and is a basic prescription.

2: Low material, insufficient efficacy...

3: Alchemists travel through barren mountains and swamps, trying herbs and poisons in pursuit of the rumored elixir of immortality, but how many of them can succeed?

After reading it, Zhang Biao felt a little regretful.

This Bazhen Qi and Blood Decoction is the lowest medicinal decoction in the "Three Yang Sutra". It was originally supposed to use some aged elixirs.

The higher the quality of tiger bones and chicken soup, the better.

Substituting ordinary medicinal materials will not make it into a high-quality product.

But even so, the consumption is quite staggering.

It costs ten taels of silver to make medicinal soup at a time.

If this continues, I'm afraid I will become pauper in a few months.

No wonder it is said that wealthy couples are in love with each other.

Cultivation is really not something that ordinary people can afford.

It seems that I still need to find a way to make money...

While he was thinking, Zhang Biao suddenly moved his eyes slightly and looked outside the hospital.

He is in excellent condition now and has good hearing and vision.

Even though the courtyard door is closed, footsteps can be heard outside.

Dilly-dallying, hesitating.

It's going to be night soon, who's going to bother me?

Zhang Biao frowned slightly, strode forward, and opened the courtyard door.

After seeing the person coming, his expression suddenly froze.

The person who came was an old woman. Her green cloth robe was fully patched. She had a stooped figure, silver hair, and wrinkles on her face.

She was carrying her face pocket and quickly put it down when she saw Zhang Biao.

Opening the bag, it was filled with long black wild rice.

The old woman's face was pale and her voice was a little awkward, "Zhang...Zhang Captou, the wild rice is ripe, I will pick some and bring them to you."

Zhang Biao sighed, "Grandma Wu, come in quickly."

"No, no."

The old woman waved her hands tremblingly, and then looked at Zhang Biao, with both fear and expectation in her eyes, "Captain Zhang, when will the murderer be executed?"

That's why he was ordered to recuperate.

This person's name is Grandma Wu, who lives in a village outside Yujing City. A few months ago, her wife and son went to the city to sell firewood, but they didn't return for a few days. When they found her, her body was already broken.

The case is not difficult at all and there are many people who know about it.

The murderer was a gangster in the capital named Xiao San.

He wanted to exchange half a foot of linen for a load of firewood.

Naturally, Old Man Wu and his son were unwilling. During the dispute, the drunken Xiao San killed him in the street and wiped his neck with a knife.

Originally it was just a trivial matter, killing people to pay for their lives, just a villain, just catch Qiu Hou and ask for it.

The trouble is, this Xiao San is the nephew of the manager of Li Mansion.

The Li family, relying on Li Guiren's prestige, ran rampant in Beijing and caused trouble frequently.

Some Yan Guan couldn't stand it and reprimanded him in court, but the emperor pretended to be deaf and dumb. Not only did he fail to bring down the Li family, Yan Guan was subsequently framed and imprisoned.

Jingzhao Mansion didn't want to handle this case, so Dali Temple pretended not to see it and pushed left and right until it reached six doors.

Zhang Biao came to ask for someone. Unexpectedly, the concierge glanced sideways, ignored him at all, and mocked him many times. There was almost a conflict at that time.

He was also furious and used some tricks to lure Xiao San out and arrested him on the spot at the door of Li Mansion.

Now, he has offended the powerful.

He is currently on vacation, which is actually a way to avoid the limelight.

After hearing Grandma Wu's inquiry, Zhang Biao pondered for a moment, "The witnesses and physical evidence in this case are conclusive. The Ministry of Punishment will verify it and we will ask for execution after the fall."

"Oh, that's good, that's good."

Grandma Wu's muddy eyes were full of expectation, and she said in a trembling voice: "Thanks to Zhang Captou, I can get my justice redressed. I dragged this broken body just to wait for the evil thief's head to fall to the ground."

"If there is an afterlife, I will repay your great kindness even if I am an ox or a horse."

With a trembling voice, she thanked her again and turned to leave.

"Grandma Wu, please take the things back..."

Zhang Biao spoke quickly.

But the old woman seemed to be a little confused, her eyes were blank, she walked tremblingly, and murmured:

"It's all life, it's all life..."

Looking at that figure, Zhang Biao sighed in his heart.

He knew that Granny Wu was already determined to die.

Looking at the bag, a wave of information came to me:

Wild rice (ordinary)

1. Wildgrass grows on river banks, and the awn cores can be eaten. Wild rice will fall into the water when mature and explode when exposed to water, making it difficult to pick.

2. The emperor regarded it as a treasure, and the people carefully picked it and offered it to the distinguished guests, calling it "diaohu rice". There is a poem that says: Kneel down and eat the carved rice, the moon shines on the plain plate.

3. The desperate old woman uses it as her last thank you gift in life...