Nightwatcher

Running wildly all the way, not daring to look back, repeatedly jumping across the ridge, Xu Qi'an, who was facing a high-ranking expert for the first time, was still lingering in his heart with strong fear.

If Daoist Jin Lian hadn't sacrificed his life to save him, he would definitely die in the next round, and he would have no time to cast the spells in the "magic book".

And even with the help of Daoist Jinlian, most of the spells in the magic book cannot compete with the opponent.

Xu Qi'an had never felt that kind of piercing fear.

"who?"

Two watchmen standing on the roof noticed Xu Qi'an wearing a black robe. One drew out a standard long knife, and the other took off a copper gong.

"It's me." Xu Qi'an took off his hood and took out the gold medal.

"Master Xu"

Xu Qi'an is now a man of the day who beats the watchman's yamen. First, the two golden gongs were "jealous" for him, and then there was a dispute about beheading Zhu Yinluo.

No one in the yamen did not know him.

Xu Qi'an took back the gold medal, coughed violently a few times, with a fishy smell coming from deep in his throat, he said in a deep voice: "Uncle Pingyuan's mansion was attacked by an assassin, I was ordered to investigate the case, and I collided with the assassin.

"Assassins are dangerous, don't act rashly, warn the police!"

The two gongs looked at each other, and immediately noticed Xu Qi'an's bloody muzzle and slightly trembling arms.

With serious faces, they took out a brass tube as thick as a baby's forearm from the skin pouch at their waist, and lightly twisted the fuse with their fingers, and the air machine ignited.

call out

A dark red line of fire screamed into the air and exploded at high altitude.

Seeing this, Xu Qi'an felt relieved: "I'll go back to recuperate first, and you are waiting here for support. If you encounter people wearing black robes other than me, remember to dodge."

"yes."

At this time, Xu Qi'an saw an orange cat standing on the roof in the distance, looking at him with deep pupils.

Daoist, where did you get the cat from? I knew you would be fine. Xu Qi'an exhaled again, jumped up and down on the roof, and the orange cat followed behind him unhurriedly.

"Master Dao, I completely lost the idea of ​​fighting just now." Parked in a quiet alley, Xu Qi'an said guiltily.

He believed that with Daoist Jinlian's scheming city, if he was not sure, he would slip away faster than him.

The orange cat spoke in a tired tone: "Ordinary people have an instinctive reaction to run away when they see a big worm, and the gap between you and him is even greater than the gap between a cat and a big worm."

Daoist, is it really okay for you to make such a comparison? Xu Qi'an glanced at the orange cat.

"If you guess correctly, he is the sealed item that was suppressed in Sangbo." Xu Qi'an said while taking out the golden sore medicine and gauze, and bandaged his tiger's mouth.

Because of taking too many Dali pills, the weakness after "Sword of Heaven and Earth" was relieved, and there was no strong feeling of exhaustion that the body was hollowed out.

"How did you see that?" Daoist Jinlian asked in shock.

"On that day, the Shanhe Temple in Yongzhen exploded, and all the 300 imperial guards patrolling the surrounding area were killed. Their death patterns were exactly the same, and they turned into mummies." Xu Qi'an said in a deep voice.

Daoist Jin Lian was stunned, silent for a moment, and said: "Then you guessed wrong, the one sealed under Sangbo is not the first generation supervisor."

If it was the first generation supervisor, he would not kill a small person. Uncle Pingyuan's son was extremely frightened before his death. He seemed to recognize the man in black robe unless the person who killed the imperial army was someone who sneaked into Sangbo and destroyed the Shanhe Temple in Yongzhen. Negative, it is impossible for a master to sneak into Sangbo Xu Qi'an sighed:

"I know, and I have a vague guess in my heart, but I still need to verify it."

The orange cat nodded slightly, and said: "My Yinshen has suffered a serious injury, and it is very likely that I will fall. I need you to do me a favor."

"Teacher, please tell me." Xu Qi'an was worried about how to repay his life-saving grace.

"Look for Luo Yuheng for the poor, and ask for a Juyuan Pill." The orange cat spoke out.

"Luo Yuheng?" Xu Qi'an asked blankly.

"The Daoist head of Renzong can barely be regarded as a poor junior sister." Daoist Jin Lian said.

Daoist, you are quite senior in the Dizong. The head of the dignified Daozong is your younger sister, a beautiful mature woman, a Taoist nun? Xu Qi'an was a little embarrassed: "Do you have any tokens?"

"Just show her the book from the ground," the orange cat showed a humane wry smile: "As for whether you can get it or not, it depends on her mood."

To see her mood? Xu Qi'an looked dull.

"The Human Sect and the Heavenly Sect are like fire and water, and the relationship between the Earth Sect and the two sects is not tense, but it's not very good either." Orange Cat explained.

Are you a family who loves and kills each other too much? Xu Qi'an nodded: "I'll try it tomorrow."

The orange cat gave a "hmm" and said, "I'll come to you tomorrow."

Jiang Lvzhong squatted in the yard with a gloomy face, holding a small piece of minced meat in his hand. The meat was very dry, like dried bacon that had been ground into powder.

There was a layer of light brown powder on the ground.

Dozens of bronze gongs surrounded Uncle Pingyuan's mansion, and seven or eight silver gongs cooperated to investigate. When they arrived, Uncle Pingyuan's mansion was wiped out, and none of Uncle Pingyuan's family members, including the servants in the mansion, survived.

The corpses looked the same, like bacon that had been dried for many years.

Ten thousand alpacas ran wildly in the Jianglu Center, and when Uncle Ping Yuan was killed, he was also on duty.

"Jiang Jinluo, there is one survivor in the room." A silver gong came out of the room and said loudly.

With a sullen face, Jiang Lvzhong crossed the threshold and entered the house. His eyes swept away and he locked on the woman holding the quilt with snow-white fragrant shoulders and a terrified expression.

She has a beautiful appearance, but she is a little frivolous, and she is looking at the guards with fearful eyes.

"Who are you?" Jiang Lvzhong said in a deep voice.

"I, I am Uncle Ping Yuan's concubine." The woman trembled.

"What did you hear and see?" Jiang Luzhong asked again.

The woman had already learned the story from the silver gong that woke her up, which was why she was in constant anxiety, worrying about her own fate, and rejoicing at being alive.

The woman shook her head, and said obediently: "I was having fun with Da Lang at the time, and fell asleep afterward."

Jiang Lvzhong looked at her. It is also common for concubines to inherit their father's business. At that time, high officials and dignitaries often took concubines, and their ages were very different. Once their father died, these concubines had only two choices, or work like maids. , or attach to a new heir.

Of course, this kind of thing is on the table, and it must be reprimanded.

It's just that no one will take it seriously, and don't advocate it and don't bother to care about it.

"Let her put on her clothes and take her back to the prisoner's yamen." After Jiang Lvzhong finished speaking, he walked out of the room.

"Jiang Jinluo, the body of Uncle Pingyuan's son-in-law was not found." A Yinluo hurriedly reported.

Jiang Lvzhong glanced at the brown powder in the yard, his eyes were deep: "There's no need to look for it."

"My lord, there is something wrong here at the outer window."

Hearing the sound, Jiang Lvzhong went to the window facing the bedroom, and saw two holes had been pierced in the window paper, so he could just see the bedroom.

He glanced down and saw two lines of shallow plow marks on the ground.

"Besides the murderer, there were other people present at the time." Jiang Lvzhong pondered for a long time, and asked, "Who first discovered the abnormality in Uncle Pingyuan's residence?"

"Two gongs on duty."

"Call them over."

Soon, two gongs were brought over.

Jiang Lvzhong asked: "When you found out the situation, was there any suspicious person nearby?"

The two Tongluo glanced at each other: "No suspicious person was found, and the case was not discovered by us."

Jiang Lvzhong was taken aback for a moment, and quickly asked, "Who didn't you find out?"

"It's Tonggong Xu Qi'an."

Xu Qi'an and Jiang Lvzhong's eyes flashed.

Back in the small courtyard, Xu Qi'an fell asleep without taking off his clothes, and woke up naturally after three hours, sitting cross-legged in meditation, exhaling and practicing Qi.

Two days after the transfer, he opened his eyes in good spirits. Except for his slightly pale face, he was in good condition in all aspects.

He left the small courtyard and rode straight to the gate of the city.

At this time, there was still half an hour before the opening of the city gate, and there was no curfew in the outer city, and the restrictions on the city gate were also very loose. With the gold medal, Xu Qi'an ordered the soldiers guarding the city to open the gate.

In less than an hour, he arrived at Qinglong Temple. It was the time when the monks got up to do morning classes, and the morning bell echoed leisurely between heaven and earth.

After tying up the horse, he followed the stone steps to Qinglong Temple, Xu Qi'an got an unexpected news.

"Abbot Panshu went to the Western Regions?"

It was still the mellow Hengqing Prison Yard, with a blank expression on his face: "The abbot left after the benefactor left that day. The poor monk really doesn't know the reason this time."

How much psychological shadow do you have on me? Xu Qi'an grinned.

Abbot Panshu said that the duty of Qinglong Temple is to keep an eye on the sealed artifact under Sangbo, and he revealed his intention to go west that day.

I don’t know if the old monk will take a monkey as an apprentice on the way, it must be very interesting, hehe.

"I want to trouble Master with something." Xu Qi'an said in a friendly tone.

The Hengqing Prison Watched him warily.

"I want to see Heng Hui's portrait. If there is no one in the temple, please find someone to paint it immediately." Xu Qi'an made his request.

Hengqing breathed a sigh of relief and said to wait a moment.

After a cup of tea, he came out holding a scroll and handed it to Xu Qi'an.

The latter took it and unfolded it slowly. In the picture scroll was a monk wearing a blue robe, with handsome facial features and energetic eyebrows and eyes. He was a man with a very good appearance.

Sure enough, it was Xu Qi'an who confirmed that the man in black robe last night was Monk Henghui.

Although the temperament has changed drastically, the facial features are still the same as before.

Monk Henghui of Qinglong Temple may have been involved in the Sangbo case, and No. 6 Hengyuan swore that his junior was abducted by Yazi.

Based on the conversation between Uncle Pingyuan's son-in-law and the black-robed man last night, Xu Qi'an suddenly had a guess in his heart and couldn't wait to verify it.

If he hadn't been in a bad state last night and urgently needed to rest, he would have chosen to leave the city overnight.

"It's really Henghui, why is it really Henghui? How could it be him? What does he have to do with the sealed item under Sangbo?"

"Looking at it this way, it's not the first supervisor. No wonder the current supervisor is not in a hurry and pretends to be sick."

"But, if it's not the first supervisor, what could it be? All I can think of is that the sealed item is on Heng Hui."

"It's impossible for a mere monk to plan this shocking case. There are people behind him. King Zhenbei?"

Xu Qi'an left Qinglong Temple with deep thoughts.

Back in the capital, back to the Daganren Yamen, he went straight to the Haoqi Building with a clear goal, and wanted to tell Wei Yuan the truth.

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I said that after it is put on the shelves, the leader will be compensated and updated, and I will do what I say.

In addition, please forgive the typo.