050. Evil Disease
Qing Ling didn't have to wait long before he felt the familiar Yin energy returning, and the Ring Dragon Pendant returned to its coldness.
It’s Shang Changheng who’s back.
So the matter has been resolved. Qingling wanted to find out what happened, but Shang Changheng looked resentful and didn't want to cooperate, so he gave up and went to bed and fell asleep peacefully.
A peaceful night.
When he woke up the next day, there was still no news about Miao Yuan and Zhu Lezhi. Qing Ling felt that something was wrong, especially since something tried to attack him last night. Worried that something might have happened to these two, Qing Ling went to the downtown area again after getting up and tried to get news at a street tea stall.
Although Liuyang City is not big, it has a pier, so there are many people coming and going.
After sitting for a while and not even finishing half the pot of tea, Qingling actually heard something.
It was still early and the tea stall was not busy, so the stall owner started whispering with the owner of the cake shop next door.
"Mr. Yang's family has been quite peaceful these past two days. I heard that yesterday, someone said they could save their eldest young master, and then the case was brought to court. If I had known earlier, I would have gone to see the excitement tomorrow!"
"I've heard about it, too. I told you long ago that the eldest young master in their family has contracted an evil disease. For all the things he's done, he'll have to go to the frying pan in hell!"
"Ouch!" The tea stall owner quickly made a gesture to keep quiet and said in a low voice, "What are you talking about? Do you really think you have lived too long?"
It just so happens that Qingling doesn't believe in coincidences.
Yesterday, there was an evil disease and a court. It sounded like Miao Yuan and Zhu Lezhi were in some trouble.
"Boss." The young man's voice was clear and his eyes were calm. He raised the teapot and said, "It's a little cold. Please make me another pot of tea."
"Okay!" The tea stall owner immediately came over with a smile.
Qing Ling looked at the pastry shop next door and said softly, "Just drinking tea is boring. Boss, can you help me pick out some of their signature pastries?"
The two shops complement each other. The pastry shop owner was also very happy. He did not even take the butter paper. He directly picked a few things on a plate and placed them in front of Qingling. "Young Master, you are right. I will give you two cents!"
Qing Ling paid the money and asked in a low voice, "I heard you two just talked about some interesting things here. I am quite interested in this place. Can you tell me more, boss?"
He had a handsome appearance and didn't look like a bad guy. He also looked weak and gentle. The cake seller hesitated for a moment and then told the whole story.
There were two wealthy men in Liuyang City. One was Mr. Zhang, who did legitimate business such as pearls, jade, fabrics and spices, and the other was Mr. Yang, who did not-so-legitimate business such as brothels and gambling houses. Daxia had never issued an explicit ban on this, and some places even had official prostitutes from the Jiaofangsi. The two men's families were also related by marriage, and they squeezed out all the wealthy businessmen in the city.
The eldest son of Mr. Yang was already over thirty years old. His wife was the daughter of Mr. Zhang's first wife, and he had many concubines in the backyard. Mr. Yang had many women but not many children. Apart from his eldest son, he only had a daughter. Mr. Yang doted on his eldest son and indulged him in every way, and he turned out to be a complete good-for-nothing, a jerk and a playboy.
He was a tyrant in Liuyang City all day long, bullying men and women, abducting women, abusing them and then selling them to brothels, and he had caused several deaths.
Qingling was shocked when he heard this.
In Lincang City, everyone knows what the Qing family did and they kept it a secret, but what the Yang family did was known to everyone in Liuyang City.
But perhaps it was retribution. Half a month ago, this young master went to his own Chunhong Courtyard to drink and have fun. He was nowhere to be seen the next day, and no one took it seriously. Everyone knew that the young master acted absurdly and could get drunk in a brothel for several days and nights. But for three consecutive days, the servants who took turns to guard the door didn't even see him, so they panicked.
They searched almost the entire Chunhong Courtyard upside down before they found the young master in some secret place. He was already unconscious at the time. After taking him home, Mr. Yang looked for all the doctors in the city, but none of them could cure him. They all said that the young master was seriously ill and they couldn't find out the cause. But he just wouldn't wake up and his breath was getting weaker and weaker.
At this point, the tea stall owner interrupted and said, "A few days ago, a pair of brothers and sisters from other places came to our house for treatment. Later, for some reason, it was delayed until now. It seems that the people who came yesterday were a monk and a girl. After all, they are from other places. I think these two people must have some skills, otherwise why would they end up in court? I heard that Magistrate Zhou put them in jail on the spot!"
prefect.
The chief official of Liuyang City is a prefect who is higher than the county magistrate.
Qingling thanked him and slowly put the snack into his mouth. A monk with a girl, couldn't it be Miaoyuan and Zhu Lezhi?
Miao Yuan is a decent person and will never sit idly by and watch evil spirits hurt people, but if this Young Master Yang is guilty of a heinous crime, he will not tolerate it.
Zhu Lezhi is more insightful. He keeps saying that he cherishes his life and protects himself, but he is kind-hearted by nature. He followed them all the way... not necessarily just to successfully pass the training.
Even though Qingling hadn't seen the people, he could guess what had happened. It must be these two people who came to get rid of the evil spirits. However, Zhu Lezhi's eyes could see more things. He found that there was something strange about the cause of Young Master Yang's illness. When he went to the court, he was framed by others.
According to Zhu Lezhi, his fate shouldn't be so miserable, but following a stubborn little master like Miao Yuan, anything is possible.
Qing Ling thought about it for a while, packed up the remaining pastries and went back to the inn.
He didn't dare to delay. In fact, this matter could be solved by asking Shang Changheng to come out, but the evil spirit was just having a quarrel with him, so Qingling took out yellow paper from his bag, quickly drew a talisman on it with cinnabar, and cut it into the shape of a little man.
"The Four Saints are on the move, the Seven Evils are following behind, the sky is at the gate and the earth is on the axis, flying up and down. Stay by my side and do not leave. Follow my orders and do not disobey. Rise!"
As the blood from the fingertips dotted onto the yellow paper, the little paper man suddenly stood up and swayed slowly twice.
"Find them."
The little paper figure had some of Qingling's spirituality. It nodded and floated away.
Qing Ling packed up his things and first let the two people in the prison know, as they already knew about it.
Next up…
I have to go to Yang's house.
Qingling sighed. How could these two guys be so troublesome? Miao Yuan was fine, but this monk was very stubborn, and the girl Zhu Lezhi didn't even try to stop him.
After packing his bags, Qingling asked for directions and found the Yang family's mansion.
After knocking on the bolt, the servant quickly came to open the door. Qing Ling said coldly, "Tell your master that I am here to treat your son."
The servant was stunned for a moment, then said, "Please wait a moment, I will go and report to the official."
Qingling nodded.
Soon, the servant came back and invited Qing Ling in, "Sir, please follow me."
The Yang family's courtyard was much more magnificent than Qing's so-called ancestral home. After walking through the front yard and going around the corridor a few times, he finally arrived at the Yang family's guest hall. As soon as he entered the door, Qing Ling saw Mr. Yang sitting in the main seat. He was very wealthy, had a beard, and had a kind face.
However, Qingling discovered that there was a woman sitting in the room, who looked to be about eighteen or nineteen years old, dressed like a wandering woman, but her temperament was inexplicably cold.
After taking a quick glance, Qing Ling nodded slightly to Mr. Yang and said, "I am Qing Ling. I am passing by here and heard that your son has contracted an evil disease, so I came to take a look."
Mr. Yang was an experienced man, and although his eyes were inquiring, he was actually very polite when he spoke.
"Well, thank you for taking this trip, young master, but..." His tone became a little colder, "This Miss Xu Yun also happened to be here for this reason. As for the reward... I'm afraid the two of you will have to take it on your own."
Qingling only felt that Mr. Yang seemed to have some resentment towards the woman named Xu Yun. Then he thought about the news he had heard, could it be that this Xu Yun was one of the brothers and sisters who had visited him before?
But it didn't matter to him much.
"It's okay." Qing Ling said calmly, "I didn't come here for the reward. It doesn't matter if you don't want it. Stop talking nonsense and take me to see the young master."
He was so decisive and didn't care about money at all. He had the demeanor of a reclusive master. Yang Yuanwai felt that this young man was more reliable. Xu Yun and his senior brother had come here a few days ago, but they said they would not come and wanted to wait for some days. Seeing that his only son was about to die, how could he not feel resentful?
Xu Yun came again today, but his senior brother Ma Shou was not there. Yang Yuanwai was also trying to save the situation, so he immediately looked at Xu Yun and asked, "What do you think, young lady?"
Xu Yun was somewhat doubtful. When she saw Qing Ling, she knew that this was a rare and powerful medicine. He even had some of the terrifying aura she had seen yesterday. Her face turned pale. After hesitating for a moment, she stood up and said, "Since... this young master is so sure, I'd better not join in the fun."
Seeing Xu Yun's expression change, finally as if he had seen a ghost, Yang Yuanwai frowned.
“Well, come on, show the guest out.” After saying this, he made a “please” gesture, “I am Yang Chen, sir, please follow me. I just don’t know what character your surname is…”
The attitude became much more familiar.
"The blue of clear water and blue sky."
After Qingling finished speaking, Yang Yuanwai nodded and said, "This surname is rare."
Mr. Yang tried to find out Qingling's identity through his words, but Qingling rejected his questions lightly. While they were talking, they arrived at the courtyard of the eldest son of the Yang family.
Before entering the room, Qingling smelled a foul odor. He frowned slightly and followed Mr. Yang into the house. The stench was even stronger. When he saw Young Master Yang on the couch, his brows frowned even more tightly.
Young Master Yang was also fat and bloated, with a face as big as a plate. His breathing was weak and his face was grey and dead. From time to time, turbid green liquid oozed out of his seven orifices. The servant standing by could only wipe it off again and again. Qing Ling even saw a wriggling shadow flash past the man's mouth when he accidentally touched his lips.
Mr. Yang also had a look of grief on his face. “This is… my son, Yang Chengcai.”
Qingling: "..."
It's hard to breathe.
I really want to leave.
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