The Path Toward Heaven

Shi Fengchen walked into the room, took out a thick stack of files from the dark grid in the corner of the closet, and hugged it to the desk to start looking again.

These files are all about Zhao Layue and Jing Jiu.

The investigation by Qingtian Division was terminated last year, and these files were put into the warehouse and accumulated a lot of ash until he was quietly taken home by him dozens of days ago.

The dossier is flipped, and the text and portrait above are already familiar to him. It is a picture of 74 lives and countless blood.

Those pictures flashed before his eyes, and then overlapped with the pictures from many years ago.

"Can monks kill people at will?"

Shi Fengchen closed the file and said after a while of silence: "I will not let Qingshan Zong appear again as a second peace person."

He had a very bad opinion of the Qingshan Sect. He had presided over the Qingtian Siyemen in Nanhe Prefecture in the past few years, and had seen those two forgetfulness disciples acting, which even strengthened this view.

The so-called jealousy is just cruel and killing. A style like Aoyama Sect will definitely bring evil.

Scourge on earth.

Zhao Layue's natural talent, future status, and behavior style reminded him of the scourge of the past.

So Zhao Layue must die.

He couldn't tell anyone about this matter, because the real thing of Taiping was the biggest secret of the monastic world, and the biggest stain of Qingshan Sect.

If he used this reason to say something, everyone would think he was crazy and would not believe it, and Aoyama Sect would kill him directly.

He had wanted to meet with His Majesty the Emperor, and expressed his worries. He never expected that the concubine would never call him again.

What can he do without seeing His Majesty?

During this year, he thought about **** Zhao Layue, but couldn't find any way.

Until a few days ago, he had nothing to do, sorted out the books of the recent period, and suddenly a problem appeared.

The cut off pills in the palace are supplied by Qingtian Division. These days, the dosage is much less.

In recent years, Her Majesty's spouse, Hu Guifei, has reduced the amount of broken pills, and anyone can think of what this means.

Even he was skeptical, His Majesty had never thought of hiding it.

He tried to get in touch with the Prince's House, and the other side was really shocked.

Prince Edward ’s response made him so stupid and the princes around him really stupid. He could n’t see that this was His Majesty ’s temptation.

Such a prince can of course be used.

With a squeak, the courtyard door opened.

Shi Fengchen woke up from contemplation, closed the file again, and walked out.

A young boy with a small appearance turned and closed the door, looked at him and said happily, "Master, are you back?"

The teenager's legs and feet were a little inconvenient, and he was struggling to walk with a basket of vegetables.

Shi Fengchen said, "How many times have I said, don't call me Master."

"Okay ..." The boy looked at his face, and said carefully, "Master."

Shi Fengchen couldn't help but smile.

Seeing his smile, the boy rejoiced from the bottom of his heart, and his voice rose a few points, and said, "I bought fresh cabbage, and fried bacon tonight."

Shi Fengchen originally wanted to say that he had eaten, but looking at his smile, after all, he just shook his head and said, "Do less."

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Looking at the thin figure busy at the stove, Shi Fengchen's eyes looked worried.

The child, Wang Xiaoming, was picked from the ruins many years ago.

That year, two monks from the Xihai Sword School and the Kunlun School fought against each other, fought a battle in Funiu Mountain, and ended in a draw.

It is said that the two parties cheered afterwards and drank a few cups of precious bird's tongue tea on Yunzhou.

It's just that the two monks did not expect that the aftermath of their Tao war shattered a large mountain wall.

A heavy rain that night, mudslides rushed out of the mountains and devoured a village.

Of course, they don't care if they know.

This kind of thing has not been known how many times in Chaotianda 6, the court and the sects have already had experience.

Qing Tian Si, in a sense, is the door to wipe the **** of the practitioner.

At that time, Shi Fengchen was a middle-level official in the Qingtian Division. Looking at the mountains, he felt cold, and couldn't have much anger, because he was helpless.

As usual, the court will compensate villagers on behalf of both parties, and some magistrates who love the people will even help them rebuild their houses.

The problem is that the whole village is dead. To whom is the money paid? Who will live in the rebuilt house?

Just as he was about to leave, suddenly a weeping cry came from the mound of mud, only to realize that not everyone had died.

Shi Fengchen adopted the baby whose leg was broken by a stone. In order to allow him to live safely, he gave him the most common name.

Since then, Wang Xiaoming has been following him, doing trivial chores from Yuzhou to Nanhezhou to Chaoge City.

Shi Fengchen didn't teach him anything, not even literacy and reading.

Now Wang Xiaoming is miscellaneous in a warehouse in Qingtian Division, and will come back to see him when he rests twice a month.

"Master, the meal is ready."

Wang Xiaoming's voice came from the stove.

Shi Fengchen held a bowl of white rice, looked at the attractive plate of white **** fried bacon on the stove, and said, "I don't have to spend any money in the future."

Although his salary is not low, most of it is used elsewhere. He is very poor and naturally cannot afford Wang Xiaoming any money.

Wang Xiaoming said with a smile: "The bacon was given for seventy-two, and no money was spent."

Shi Fengchen knew that the seventy-two he was talking about was one of his co-workers, and didn't say anything more.

After dinner, Wang Xiaoming brought a cup of hot tea and said, "Master, drink tea."

Shi Fengchen took the tea and sipped, squinting his eyes.

Tea is coarse tea that is often drunk at home, but as long as it is hot enough, it will be comfortable to drink.

Wang Xiaoming knew that Shi Fengchen was in a good mood at this time, and asked carefully, "Master, when can I learn from you?"

Shi Fengchen opened his eyes and looked at him and asked, "Do you really want to learn from me?"

"Yes."

Wang Xiaoming's expression was very serious.

Shi Fengchen was silent for a while and said, "In fact, you don't know. I asked someone to see you when you were young. Your roots are very good, and your practice should be promising."

Wang Xiaoming suddenly stood up and shouted angrily, "I don't practice! I want to learn from the master and investigate the case."

"It takes brains to investigate, but in the face of absolute power, conspiracy doesn't make much sense, and so does wisdom."

Shi Fengchen looked at his eyes and said extremely solemnly: "We are all practitioners. If you want to learn from me, you must practice and become stronger than them ... I worshipped in Sanqing that year Under the Zongmen, I think so, but unfortunately, my talent is too ordinary. I can't go too far on this road, but you can. "

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Three days later ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Zhao Layue went to Mingcui Valley alone.

The name Mingcuigu is very common, indicating that the scenery is also very common. It is not worthy of being given a special name, and the road into the valley is very difficult and difficult to visit.

Steep and difficult roads are not a problem for monks, so monks can see more scenery than ordinary people, and of course there are occasionally dangerous.

There is a small stream in Mingcui Valley, and there is a long-distance trail view along the stream.

She walked into the Taoist Temple and found that the Taoist Temple was a formation.

(End of this chapter)

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