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Gone.

At this moment, Mr. Xue could confirm that Mr. Yu was indeed an expert. Perhaps it was not a coincidence that he appeared in front of the Zhang family last night.

Taoist Xue stood up slowly with the bamboo stick in hand, reading the signature on it and thinking about its meaning.

If we use the signature document from the local City God's Temple to interpret it, this sign is the 86th sign. Asking for a home, it can roughly mean that families are not harmonious and have misunderstandings, but there are also opportunities for reconciliation.

Although it is a winning lottery, but the solution is correct, it can be regarded as a winning lottery.

However, Taoist Xue was not seeking a home, but he was also a Taoist. Based on his own situation, he had already noticed the true meaning hidden in the signature after a little thought.

The hint given by Lord Chenghuang is: Did I make a mistake somewhere, and the fallacy is not small?

"Cause and consequence present themselves"

While muttering, Taoist Xue looked around. Just now he had unknowingly chased the old gentleman out of the city.

And the road they passed was obviously not a main official road. The surrounding area was deserted. There were a few small roads leading to some surrounding villages, and small hills had already appeared in the distance.

Looking back at the road we came from, some trees and bushes were blocking our way, and we could only vaguely see the location of Haiyu County.

However, it can be seen that although this road is not an official road, it is still somewhat large, but it has been too old and has been mostly obscured by weeds and vines.

Maybe it's an abandoned ancient road.

I don’t know how far I’ve walked, but it doesn’t seem like how long it’s been. No wonder I’m so tired.

Xue Daoren supported the flags behind the backpack, tightened the bag of the backpack, and put the backpack on again. After looking back, he hesitated and took a few steps forward.

"Mr. Old Mr. Yu."

Daoren Xue shouted a few words, but of course he didn't get any response.

Turning the corner of the road in front of him, Taoren Xue, who was about to continue walking, stopped and looked to the side of the road. There was a collapsed hut in the overgrown weeds.

This is a small earth temple, and it seems that it collapsed not long ago. After all, there are not many weeds around, and there are even some moldy and rotten tributes in front of the temple.

But the beams on the roof were rotten and fell down, hitting the statue and causing it to tilt to one side.

If he were an ordinary person, he would probably just take a look and walk by.

But Xue Yuan, as a Taoist, was a little different. He looked around and realized that it was within his ability, so he put down his suitcase and walked over.

Clean up the area around the small temple, and then sort out the tiles one by one. There are not many small tiles in the temple, only about twenty.

After taking off the ceiling, Taoist Xue solemnly saluted the statue, and then straightened the statue. After that, he found a few suitable dead branches around, cut them with a knife, supplemented them with hemp rope and mud, and simply cut them. The roof of the temple was put up.

Then twenty or so tiles were put up, and the one or two that were damaged were covered with a mixture of mud and grass.

In less than half an hour, the renovation of a small earth temple was completed, and a few long stones were moved to build a bench.

After coming out of the county government office, Daoren Xue's heart has actually been a little chaotic, and he was not calm even just now.

However, by repairing this small temple and focusing on this seemingly unrelated matter, Taoist Xue gradually calmed down.

After repairing the temple, Taoist Xue arranged the pottery bowls that were already in front of the temple, took out a steamed bun from the trunk and put it on it as a tribute.

After bowing again, Taoist Xue himself took a steamed bun and sat beside the temple. While chewing the steamed bun to replenish his strength, he looked at the signature and muttered vaguely to himself from time to time.

"Where did I go wrong? Since Mr. Yu pointed out the location of my signature and brought me here, there must be a reason."

When Taoist Xue was looking at the signature, he didn't know that there seemed to be eyes on the statue in the small temple that had just been repaired looking at the signature in his hand.

On the face of the statue, the eyes opened by the earth seemed to move.

As soon as he saw the bamboo stick, the landowner in this area already understood that this bamboo stick had been cast by the Lord City God, and it seemed to have a special spiritual energy on it.

This Taoist is not ordinary, at least the opportunity is extraordinary.

However, Taoist Xue didn't know that the Earth God was watching him. While he was eating steamed buns, he went to take a drink of water from the bamboo tube hanging on the trunk. However, he took the bamboo tube and shook it before pouring out a few drops of water. He caught it with his mouth but returned it. Not enough to soothe the throat.

A lot of the water in the bamboo tube just now was used to mix the mud.

Taoist Xue had been running for so long and working for so long. Now he had eaten half a steamed bun and his mouth was dry. So he temporarily put down the steamed buns and other things and left with the bamboo tube.

After all, he was not an ordinary person. He only needed to sense and recite the mantra silently in his heart to know that there was water nearby. Not long after he walked out, he saw a small stream that seemed to extend from the direction of the hill in the distance.

Taoist Xue first washed his hands, washed away the muddy water, and then used a bamboo tube to scoop water upstream.

The clear and sweet water of the stream quenches your thirst.

Taoist Xue scooped up a tube, and when he walked back to the small earth temple beside the deserted road, he found an old man sitting next to him, resting, and gnawing on a steamed bun.

It was obvious that he was eating in a hurry, probably because he was hungry, and he became more gentle when he saw someone coming over.

When Taoist Xue walked over, he glanced at the dishes in front of the temple, and sure enough, the steamed buns on them were gone.

Look at the old man again. He is ragged and skinny. It is obvious that he is very poor and may even have a bad family background. Even so, the old man only took the steamed buns from Gongshen. The suitcase he put aside showed no trace of being tampered with.

With a slight sigh, Taoist Xue said nothing, returned to the stone bench and handed over the bamboo tube.

"Old man, drink some water."

"Hey, hey, thank you, thank you!"

The old man took the bamboo tube and drank. He drank less than half of it in one breath before stopping, and continued to eat the steamed buns.

Taoist Xue took out two more steamed buns from his backpack, placed one on the plate in front of the temple, and handed the other to the old man.

"Old man, you can move the tributes from the Divine Tribunal, but don't move them in a hurry. I haven't put these buns out for a long time. I'll give this one to you. Don't take any more from the front of the Divine Tribunal."

The old man took the steamed bun and nodded.

"Good man, good man! It's just a tribute to the gods. I've been around here for so many years and I haven't seen the gods take a bite. It's more advantageous to birds and beasts. In my opinion, if anyone is hungry and doesn't mind it, he can take it and eat it. This god will also look at you with a smile!"

Taoist Xue picked up his half of the steamed bun and glanced at the old man. Although he was down and out, he had his own wisdom and what he said was consistent with some of the principles of Shintoism.

"What the old man said makes sense, and the poor man has learned a lesson!"

As he said that, Taoist Xue subconsciously picked up the bamboo stick, and the old man on the side also came over to take a look.

"Hey, Taoist priest, you can't solve this lot?"

The Taoist looked at the old man slightly surprised.

"Why did the old man say this?"

The old man smiled.

"You are a Taoist. Just like ordinary fortune tellers, you can interpret people's fortunes. Whose fortune is this?"

"makes sense."

Taoist Xue also smiled.

"But this lot is mine."

"No, no, no, this sign is not yours!"

The old man said this, but seeing Taoist Xue looking confused, he added with a smile.

"It's just that you think it's yours, but it's not, at least not entirely!"

The expression on Xue Daoren's face changed slightly, but his strong psychological quality allowed him to restrain himself. He subconsciously glanced at the small temple next to him from the corner of his eyes.

"Then what does the old man have to say?"

"Oh, I'm a bad old man, I don't know what you are confused about, no matter what insights I have."

Xue Daoren put down the steamed bun in his hand, suppressed some of the excitement in his heart, and asked as calmly as possible.

"Pindao was confused by what happened in the county government office. The county magistrate's wife, Mrs. Liu, saw evil spirits in her nightmare. Pindao went to the county government office, but was frightened by the county magistrate and became uneasy."

Taoren Xue spoke faster and wanted to tell the whole story, but at this time, the old man on the side waved his hand to stop him.

"Needless to say there are many things to say. Old man, I don't have that much energy, but when you mentioned the Haiyu County Magistrate, it should be this one, right?"

"Of course it's this one!"

Taoist Xue answered quickly, while the old man nodded slightly, holding half a steamed bun in his hand, and stroking his beard with the other hand as if he was remembering.

"As the saying goes, you know people but don't know their hearts. This magistrate of Haiyu County, hehehe. He's just a beast in disguise!"

Daoren Xue was startled, feeling that he was about to hear the key.

"Please tell me in detail, please!"

The old man glanced at Daoren Xue and continued.

"On a summer night about a year and a half ago, I was taking a rest nearby. In the dark sky, I heard someone buying a murder. Oh, by the way, the person who bought the murder was Guan Xinrui, the current magistrate of Haiyu County. group."

Xue Daoren's expression gradually changed. It turned out that more than a year ago, the Haiyu County Magistrate sent people here to buy murderers. He came here three times, and one of them even came in person from Guan Xinrui.

The person to be dealt with is not some martial arts master gangster, but a woman, Guan Xinrui's "wretched wife" who is far away from home.

Whether it was intuition or association, Xue Daoren almost instantly connected this woman with the person Liu saw in his nightmare.

After listening to the old man's story, Xue Daoren couldn't help but clench his fists even though he had experienced many things. This was even more unbearable than the so-called unjust case he originally thought.

"But I saw the county magistrate in the county government office. Why?"

The old man seemed to understand what Taoist Xue wanted to say, thought for a moment and said.

"I heard that a while ago, a fisherman in Haiyu Port went fishing and salvaged a few dragon scales and sold them at the port. There was also a murder case caused by dragon scales. Maybe it is related to this. Well, I won't stay any longer. , the bamboo tube is placed here for you."

The old man stood up as he spoke, while Taoist Xue was slightly stunned.

He had also heard of what the old man said, and thought it was just a rumor. Could it be that there really were dragon scales?

"Old man, you."

The moment Taoist Xue turned sideways, he was about to say something but was stunned again. His bamboo tube was placed on a stone bench, but the old man had disappeared. When he stood up and looked around, he could not be seen.

Taoist Xue was excited. He had been practicing for so many years, and although he seemed to often interact with gods, he had never really seen a god.

With this thought, Taoist Xue walked to the temple and carefully looked at the statue of the god sitting in the temple. It seemed that it was indeed somewhat similar to the old man just now. He quickly took a step back and solemnly saluted the statue.

"Thank you Lord Tutu for your guidance!"