Da Bong fights more people

"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 Daoist sect 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 in the investigation. 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. When Ping Yuanbo was killed,

"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, the dignitaries frequently 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, 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 Tong Gong glanced at each other: "No deliberate 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.