You have mastered the art of thunder and you tell me that it is in a strange world?

Chapter 42 Who Killed Xuanmi

Chang Henjiang rode his horse to Anming Town. He dismounted in the town, went into a tavern, put a silver ingot on the table, and shouted loudly:
"Bring me some wine!"

When the waiter saw that the man was exhausted, had a knife hanging on his waist, and had a fierce look on his face, he knew that he would be difficult to deal with. He immediately nodded and agreed, then went to the back to get a full bowl of wine and brought it to the table.

After Chang Henjiang took three sips of the drug, he felt much more relaxed.

He received the mission from King Kang yesterday evening and rushed to Qingzhou without stopping. He has not had time to rest until now. Even his strong body feels tired now.

But this matter is urgent!

Nowadays, the world is in chaos, and the princes are all running their own camps. Everyone controls a piece of land, but no one wants to settle there.

Anyone can see that this is a good time to fight for the world!

So the princes conquered land and fought wars, bought horses and recruited soldiers. Some were royalists, some wanted to establish themselves as emperors, and some wanted to settle down in their own areas. They were having a lot of fun and were almost beating each other's brains out.

Xuzhou and Qingzhou are adjacent to each other, and happen to belong to the territories of King Kang and King Shou respectively. King Shou should have honestly defended the wealthy Qingzhou and filled his pockets with money, but recently I don't know what little tricks he has been up to.

The lake in his territory began to emit evil spirits today, which was very scary, and there were even ghostly shadows at the border.

The master master under King Kang opened the altar and performed a ritual. It took him seven days to finally discover that King Shou was using the entire Qingzhou area as a large plate to build an altar.

How can this be so?
Others may not know how powerful the altar built on the land of one state is, but how could King Kang not know?

So King Kang hurriedly sent Monk Xuanmi to Qingzhou to gather intelligence.

Everything was normal up to this point, but the strange thing is that Xuanmi died!

Each of King Kang's retainers has a soul lamp. When a person dies, the lamp will go out. Birds are slow to deliver messages, and sounds and incense need to be lit. Both of them take some time to convey the information to King Kang. Only this soul lamp can go out at any time.

The most important thing is that his soul lamp was not extinguished in an ordinary way.

According to the guy who was guarding the warehouse tonight, a breeze blew out from the mourning hall where the soul lamp was placed, and green grass grew around the entire mourning hall. When the guy went in to check, he found that Xuanmi's soul lamp was out.

After hearing this, King Kang waved his hand and asked Chang Henjiang to come and investigate who killed Xuan Mi.

After drinking a bowl of wine, Chang Henjiang planned to order some beef, but there were no dead cows nearby, so the store owner couldn't cut it. So he asked him to take a few air-dried salted fish and eat it with steamed rice.

After eating eight fish and drinking three bowls of wine, Chang Henjiang took the knife and left without even looking at whether the silver on the table was enough.

The waiter didn't dare to stop him. He waited until he was far away before calling the shopkeeper to weigh the goods with a small scale.

Half a penny short.

Chang Henjiang, who was leaving the house, grabbed a man selling candied haws nearby and asked:
“Are there any wealthy temples here?”

The man selling candied haws was frightened by his fierce appearance, and pointed tremblingly at the Anming Temple on the mountain not far away. Without saying anything, he left the man behind and walked towards the mountain.

Chang Henjiang and Xuanmi were not very close, but he knew that the guy liked to go to wealthy temples to defraud people. Who knows, Xuanmi might be discovered while stealing, and the monks would be angry and beat him to death.

After climbing up 666 steps from the bottom of the mountain, Chang Henjiang finally arrived at the gate of Anming Temple. As soon as he arrived, he saw that the temple was dejected and the monks all had bad faces, as if they had suffered great bullying.

As soon as he saw this situation, he knew that Xuanmi had definitely been here.

So he walked straight into the door and asked loudly:

"Where is your abbot?"

The monks in the temple were frightened by the uninvited guest. They looked at each other in confusion at first, and finally one of them was smart and ran to the inner courtyard to call out An Yi and An Er.

Not long after, An Yi and An Er came out with resentful faces.

They looked Chang Henjiang up and down, looking unhappy:

"Donor, what are you doing here? We don't accept people with evil spirits like you in this temple."

"Has Xuanmi ever been to your place?" Hearing Chang Henjiang's question, An Yi suddenly became alert.

"What is your relationship with him?"

"He is a retainer, and I also work for King Kang. That's our relationship."

He came up and grabbed Chang Henjiang by the collar, cursing:

"Great! You know that stinky monk! He stole all the silver in our temple! If you don't give me an explanation, don't even think about going down the mountain today!"

Having said this, his hand was almost about to grab Chang Henjiang's collar!

But suddenly, he saw a flash of cold light, and An Yi felt a chill on his neck. His vision began to spin, and then he fell to the ground and rolled several times.

At the first encounter, An Yi's hand that was about to grab Chang Henjiang's collar and his bald head were chopped off together!
An Yi, whose head was chopped off, seemed to have not reacted yet. He blinked twice on the ground.

Only then did he realize that he was dead, and tears as big as beans slid down the corners of his eyes. There was no more sign of life.

"Brother!"

An Er screamed and rolled over to his knees in front of his headless senior brother. For a moment, he could neither cry nor shout. His body was just shaking.

Before he could even cry out in mourning, he suddenly felt something being hung around his neck.

"Did Xuanmi interact with anyone before he died?"

Chang Henjiang's voice was cold, and An Er's face turned pale with fright. The area between his thighs began to get wet rapidly, and the surrounding ground became wet as well, mixed with An Yi's blood.

"No...no." An Er's tears fell down.

"Think quickly!" Chang Henjiang shouted, "Otherwise I'll chop off your head!"

An Er's head was about to smoke, and he stammered:
"I... there is a young monk in my temple who said that Master Xuanmi left in a hurry after hearing a Taoist priest and a woman coming to the door."

Taoist?

woman?

It is possible that Xuan Mi saw the woman running away quietly, but what about this Taoist?

"What do the two people look like? Where are they going now?"

"I don't know. The young monk in our temple was kicked to death by the master!" An Er begged for mercy: "Grandpa, spare me, Grandpa, spare me, that's all I know!"

"Tsk."

Seeing that the clue was cut off, Chang Henjiang felt unhappy, and seeing An Er crying, he drew his knife and chopped off An Er's head.

The monks nearby were also frightened out of their wits. Some huddled together, while others knelt on the ground and kowtowed to Chang Henjiang.

But Chang Henjiang sneered and said:
"Xuan Mi is dead, but we can't catch the murderer. Someone has to bear the consequences. It just so happens that our precious sword needs to be nourished with murderous energy, so it's just right to use you as a sacrifice to the sword!"

He walked to the front of the yard, closed the gate, bolted it and sealed it.

Suddenly, screams rang out in Anming Temple, and blood flowed out from the threshold.

The air was filled with murderous intent and blood. It seemed that everyone in the town saw the rising blood mist.

Half an hour later, the door was pushed open again, and Chang Henjiang, covered in blood, holding a big knife, walked out.

"Where the hell can I find a Taoist priest and a woman?"

He muttered to himself.

(End of this chapter)