I'm afraid you'll be widowed

The conversation between the two lasted just a few sentences.

But it was just such a small gap, Fang Cenxi took the opportunity to see the appearance of that "Five Villages Great Virtue" Huai Xuzi thoroughly.

The early sun just passed over the treetops, and the colorful halos piled up in the cold sky like glazed rings.

In front of Fang Cenxi was an acquaintance who was no longer familiar.

He is not a great virtue at all, but a rebel who spread rumors, killed innocent people indiscriminately, conspired to seize the throne, and tried to rebel three years ago. He is called Li Sibo.

It is a serious crime to destabilize the regime, not to mention that internal defense has no restrictions, and its hands and eyes are open to the sky, so it is natural that he will be arrested and detained soon.

Back then, Li Sibo was committed by the co-leader Linyuan, that is, Fang Cenxi.

Therefore, they actually had several confrontations three years ago.Li Sibo suffered all the living crimes at the hands of Linyuan, and his great cause of treason was also destroyed, and his success fell short.

It was also for this reason that Li Sibo hated the inner guards, and even more wished to cut Linyuan into pieces.

Standing opposite Zeng Zhe, Li Sibo pretended to raise his fly whisk: "Zeng Xie-ling, everything should be done in accordance with Taoism and nature."

"When the opportunity is ripe for Pindao and Zeng Xieling, they will definitely retreat."

A sneer came from under Zeng Zhe's mask: "Are you threatening me?"

"The identities of the internal guards are all top secret. Only the Lord has seen the true faces of the twelve co-leaders. How could I know at will?"

"Pindao doesn't dare. Pindao should have been executed by the inner guard three years ago. If he hadn't helped him with his hands and feet, the weeds on the grave would be as long as ten feet."

"Zeng Xie-ling feels that Lin Yuan is not easy to deal with. Keep him, and sooner or later he will touch the one behind us. At that time, no matter whether it is the Nuan Pavilion who knows that Zeng Xie-ling is the second master, or the emperor knows that Zeng Xie-ling is obedient and vicious, I am afraid you will not It's a dead end."

"Zeng Xieling, killing Linyuan is a matter of great benefit and harmless to you and me."

"Now that there is a poor Taoist, I can help you to some extent. You should not point the finger at the poor Taoist."

Zeng Zhe frowned, and argued with Li Sibo angrily, but finally compromised.

After all, no one has trouble with money.

Fang Cenxi knew in his heart that when Li Sibo got involved in Wucun, things got complicated.

Now he is walking on thin ice among the five villages with Jiang Sanqiaoer, the best strategy is to escape from this place.

He secretly left from the hiding place, rubbing his fingertips and thinking all the way, and he gave Jiang Sanqiaoer some water when he got back to the place where the fire was.

Only then did Jiang Sanqiaoer wake up slowly, but she didn't speak, she just stared at the burning flames motionlessly, as if as long as she jumped into the fire, she would be completely reborn from nirvana like a phoenix.

Fang Cenxi didn't ask, but said in a soft voice: "Now that the sky is already bright, people outside are looking for you like crazy."

"Don't run around, and don't make too much noise. When the sky gets darker, we can avoid the eyes of others and return to Shuntian Mansion."

Jiang Sanqiaoer then slowly turned her head like returning to her soul: "Why did you save me?"

"What reason do you need to save someone?" Fang Cenxi sat down slowly, with a calm expression, "You didn't deserve to die in vain."

Jiang Sanqiaoer was expressionless: "You don't know our customs here."

"Send me back, so that at least you can return to Suncheon alive. If they are found, they will not let you go."

"Custom? The custom of worshiping impermanence? The custom of cultivating great virtues? Or the custom of selling daughters into the Qinlou Chu Pavilion?" Fang Cenxi looked sideways and slightly curled his lips as if excited.

When he looked sideways at Jiang Sanqiao'er, his tone was still calm.

Jiang Sanqiaoer managed to see the face of the man in front of her with such skill.

His skin is as delicate as jade, his facial features seem to be carefully carved, his eyebrows are red phoenix eyes that are hooked inside and out, his nose is erect, and although his thin lips are smiling, he looks neither sad nor happy, rather temples The charm of gods and Buddhas in China.

The sun outside was still shining brightly, and it was even more unreservedly reflected on his body at this time, giving warmth even in the cold winter.

Just by looking at him like this, one can see that there is a real difference between him and the rough men in the village.The green shirt and Taoist robe on his body are plain but not vulgar, making him look like a banished immortal.

Jiang Sanqiaoer didn't believe in those ghosts and gods, but she was also shaken at this moment. For a moment, she fantasized about this scene as a real god coming to save the suffering.

She couldn't help being startled subconsciously, and quickly came back to her senses and asked, "How do you know? Who are you?"

Fang Cenxi smiled lightly, and corrected her in a soft voice: "I only know the general idea."

"It's still early before dark, maybe you can tell me in detail."

Jiang Sanqiaoer laughed: "You are an official, right? Those men in Yuhuaxuan also wear clothes like yours."

"It would have been better if you had come earlier, Sichang'er might not have died. In these five villages, there has long been no innocent person. Except for the house of the daughter who was sold, all of them are harmful... ..."

The girl seemed to have forgotten that she was still seriously injured.

She propped herself up, her voice full of complaints.

"In our five villages, there have always been not many daughters' families. Many bachelors are afraid that they will be lonely after death, so they try every means to get married."

"Buy those who have money, steal from those who have no money, even the grave of their daughter who has passed away for more than a month, they will not let go."

In a midsummer more than 20 years ago, when the villagers unscrupulously robbed graves, no one would have known that the plague would take advantage of that opportunity to completely wreak havoc among the five villages.

Countless people died and got sick in the village, and the officials sent by Shuntian closed the village for epidemic prevention, and several villages became purgatory for a while.

"I heard from my mother that at that time, a wandering Taoist who knew medicine passed by. He cured the villagers' illnesses and warned the villagers that midsummer was full of resentment. Difficulty."

"But who will listen to these words?"

The five villages built the Wuchang Temple, and later made offerings to the Great Virtue——

Although the old Taoist had already rang the bell and traveled far away, supporting the Taoist who came from nowhere.

However, the custom of yin relatives and ghost marriages has not disappeared, but has intensified among the five villages.

People joyfully believe that as long as they don't provoke impermanence, there will be no more bad luck.

So I kept worshiping impermanence, pretending to be impermanence to dig graves and dig coffins...

"They are all lunatics." Jiang Sanqiao'er burst into tears, "I have seen my own brother who killed his sister for money."

"Some girls want to run away. I don't know which brothel they are sold to by the damned village chief."

"The people in the brothel got the disease of willows and willows, and they were sold back by the bustard to be used as yin relatives."

"In their eyes, we can be cattle and horses, tools, and livestock, but we are not human beings."

People who work for tigers are as inhuman as tigers. If they want to eat people, they will have thousands of reasons.

It was getting dark gradually.

The number of villagers looking for Jiang Sanqiaoer everywhere did not decrease.

Fang Cenxi took Jiang Sanqiaoer with him, and there was no way to escape from this place.

But he still took his time, and only lightly stirred the dry wood in the fire.

Fang Cenxi glanced at the "beep, beep, beep, beep" Mars indifferently, then tore off a piece of cloth from the edge of the sleeve, and wrote two rows of small characters on it with firewood ash.

After a while, I saw him looking at Jiang Sanqiaoer: "Sanqiaoer, do you believe in fate?"

Jiang Sanqiaoer's eyes were full of astonishment: "How do you know my name?"

Fang Cenxi saw her astonishment in his eyes, but he was not in a hurry to explain, only a smile appeared in the corner of his eyes.

He stood up, hesitating for a while, and finally made up his mind to take risks. He whistled in the woods not far away, attracting pigeons from nowhere.

He methodically rolled up the strips of cloth and tied them to the pigeons, and then let the white pigeons fly back to the Angle.

Fang Cenxi turned his face sideways, and said softly, "I believe it."

"But I believe that the laws of heaven are clear, and the retribution is not good."

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The night was as thick as ink, and there was no wind blowing past.

The mourning hall of Duke Liang's mansion was still quiet as usual, except for the ever-burning lanterns which were tirelessly burning with red flame feathers.

Pei Gong felt a little tired, and in a trance, he saw the bright lights in front of the Wuchang Temple outside the city, and the crowd gathered.

A man dressed in Taoist robes stood on a high platform, holding a mahogany sword and shouting: "It is a disaster that has come to the five villages."

Fang Cenxi was bound to a wooden post by them, and his abdomen was hit hard one after another by the long mahogany sword.

Seeing this, Pei Gong felt sleepy for a while, and rushed over to grab the mahogany sword, but everything dispersed like smoke.

The scattered smoke quickly gathered again: "As the astrology says, the slaughter of the Lord is after the rebellion."

"He will let us usher in the bloody disaster again."

"If there is no blood sacrifice."

"I'm afraid it's hard to appease the wrath of impermanence."

The villagers crowded under the high platform, only resentment in their eyes.

"kill him!"

"He dared to destroy Grandfather Wuchang's dark marriage, dared to hide Jiang Sanqiaoer, and let him die!"

The angry crowd cut off the rope, pulled Fang Cenxi to the ground, and trampled on his hands.

Fang Cenxi's brows were suddenly wrinkled, and the slender literati hands holding the pen were trampled to the point where they no longer looked as pleasing to the eye as they used to.

"Cen Xi." Pei Gong wished he could immediately push aside the crowd, and hugged Fang Cenxi, who had become the target of public criticism, into his arms.

But he only ran two steps, and the wild and ugly mouth corners of the villagers disappeared out of thin air again.

The wind blew up violently, captivating Pei Gong's eyes.

The burnt incense ash fell into the incense burner with a "click".

Pei Gong woke up with a start, seeing only two servants burning paper money in the copper basin in the mourning hall, only then did he realize that he was having a dream.

He couldn't help wiping the cold sweat from his forehead.

Without Pei Ying as the mainstay, Liang Guogong's mansion is now in a complete decline, and there are not many people rushing to express their condolences.

Therefore, Pei Gong is actually not too busy.

But even so, he still felt that he was exhausted, much more tired than going outside Beijing to investigate the case without sleep for two nights.

Although he resigned from his errand, Jin Yiwei still has someone else to take over, and Fang Cenxi, a judge, must not be left alone in the temple of impermanence.

Pei Gong didn't know why he had this nightmare, it was just that he was worried too much, so he rubbed his temples vigorously, trying to relieve it.

Genius just came to light.

He came to guard the mourning hall at Yinshi, and he never realized that he was sleepy.

Pei Gong had just adjusted his mood, and tugged at the cuffs of his clothes again. Fang was a little concerned about the current situation of Fang Cenxi, whom he hadn't seen for several days.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he got up, the servants ran all the way to report: "Third Master, someone is looking for you outside the house."

"It's not like I came to express my condolences, I just said that I want you to save someone."

Pei Gong's nerves that had been relaxed just now tensed up again, and he hurried to the door.

"Master Pei, Mr. Pei."

Jiang Sanqiaoer was lying on the door of Pei's house, her mind was not clear, but there were only a few words in her mouth over and over again.

"Save people, save Mr. Fang... It's dawn..."

"The people in the village want to arrest Mr. Fang to sacrifice...in the morning, they will...buy him in the cave."

"No matter how late it is, it will be too late."

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