Chapter 84: Choosing between Captain Zhang and his brother-in-law
The white-haired Taoist took a wooden pestle and hit the chime in front of him. His face showed no sadness or joy, and he said:
"You are joking, sir. Can I run away just because I want to?"
"We can't run away anyway, so why not? It will save trouble for everyone."
"I am old and frail. I grew up in Lingfeng Temple since I was a child. I have not cultivated any magical powers. Dying in Lingfeng Temple can be considered a return to my roots."
Yi Chen grinned upon hearing this, revealing a kind smile: "Well said, the old Taoist priest's words are quite Taoist, but unfortunately, you still have to die. I, Fu Hai Yao Zi, never leave my enemies alive."
"But since you are so sensible, you can end it yourself."
The white-haired Taoist didn't answer Yi Chen's question directly, but sighed deeply and said, "When my senior brothers were secretly refining the blood pill, I thought of this day, but I didn't expect this day to come so soon."
"I wonder if I can make a deal with you. I will tell you the location of the hidden treasure in the temple, and I will also tell you the location of the fundamental Taoist scriptures of Lingfeng Temple."
"You are also a cultivator. I only ask that when you meet a suitable candidate in the future, you can teach him the fundamental principles of my sect, and then the deal will be done."
Seeing that Yi Chen remained silent for a long time, the white-haired Taoist spoke again:
"Without my guidance, you will never be able to find the treasure of my Lingfeng Temple."
Yi Chen smiled when he heard that.
As early as when he was interrogating Taohua Taoist, he had already found out where all the valuable things in Lingfeng Temple were.
As the financial director and external affairs manager of Lingfeng Temple, and a close friend of the master of Lingfeng Temple, what was there that Taohua Taoist didn't know? Even the matter of the 'blood sacrifice' was his responsibility.
"I understand that the Taoist priest is trying hard to preserve the Taoist temple, but if I say yes now, do you dare to believe me?"
"Master, please get on your way."
Yi Chen did not respond to the old Taoist's words, but took a step forward, exerted his strength, and the white-haired old Taoist's neck tilted, and he died suddenly.
Old people are cunning, and old horses are crafty. Yi Chen was too lazy to play witty tricks with this white-haired Taoist priest.
After a while of rummaging through the drawers and cabinets, Yi Chen flashed and arrived at the ancestral hall of Lingfeng Temple.
Judging from Yi Chen’s previous experience of obtaining crimson dots, there is a high probability that things that have been passed down for many generations by masters of cultivation and carry the emotions and efforts of successive owners will contain crimson dots.
This is also what Yi Chen is in urgent need of now.
There is still a gap of nearly 300 points to the eighth level of Pure Yang Art. He now just wants to collect the remaining crimson dots as soon as possible.
Purple gives birth to green. When he fought against the soul of Master Yan of the Corpse God Sect, he briefly caught a glimpse of the mystery of that realm.
That powerful feeling is still unforgettable to him.
In today's increasingly tense situation, only strength can comfort people's hearts.
“Found it.”
After some searching, relying on the information provided by Taoist Taohua, Yi Chen showed a look of joy on his face.
The fundamental Taoist scripture of Lingfeng Temple is called "Lingfeng Qingmiao Zhenjing", which is a jade book.
As soon as he touched it, a thin stream of cold air instantly penetrated into Yi Chen's body.
Crimson value +35. Perhaps because Lingfeng Temple is not strong enough and its heritage is not long enough, the crimson value contained in this jade book is not much, but Yi Chen does not despise it.
No matter how small a mosquito is, it is still meat and can be a dish if you pick it up and put it on a plate.
Hasn't he taken another solid step towards the eighth level of Pure Yang Art?
Lingfeng Temple had been gathering people for many years, and most of its money was in the form of land deeds, not much silver. After Yi Chen searched the temple, he only got more than 6,000 taels, which filled two large boxes of cash.
Then there are a lot of IOUs.
These are all proof of loans from nearby villagers or tenant farmers to Lingfeng Temple.
The interest rate was so high that Yi Chen took a quick look and suddenly felt that compared with Lingfeng Temple, the capitalists in his previous life were glowing with golden merit.
The IOUs were naturally burned in the fire, what a wicked thing.
Under the moonlight, Yi Chen carried a box of silver and went to the gathering place of more than 600 poor people who worked as farmers in Lingfeng Temple. After giving five taels of silver to each household, he disappeared into the night with the box of silver.
Anyway, all the wealth accumulated by Lingfeng Temple was squeezed from Kuhaha. It was reasonable for Yi Chen to take it back from Lingfeng Temple and deduct half of the handling fee.
Even if Yi Chen's master Bai Yunzi argued with him in his dreams, he was not at all wrong.
I earned it with my own ability , so what's wrong with deducting some hard-earned money? Isn't this practicing benevolence and righteousness? Now Yinlong Temple is building everywhere, buying land, buying medicinal materials, and everything costs money. Yi Chen only took half, and he felt like he was glowing with gold.
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The next day, it was only five o'clock in the morning and the sky was still dim.
Captain Zhang, riding a big horse and wearing a formal robe, led a group of people and quickly arrived near Lingfeng Temple.
"It's all blocked off, no outsiders are allowed to enter."
After working as the chief constable for a while, today's Captain Zhang speaks with considerable authority.
At a command, more than ten constables surrounded Lingfeng Temple.
There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!
Captain Zhang took the lead and, along with a coroner named Li, who was about 20 years old, went into the Taoist temple to investigate.
“Brother-in-law…”
"Huh? I've said it many times, when you're working, call me by my title, call me Chief Constable!"
Coroner Li was about to speak when he was interrupted by Captain Zhang's sidelong glance. He quickly changed the subject and said, "Captain Zhang, this Lingfeng Temple was most likely attacked by a thug. These people died miserably. I just don't know who did it. We must report it as soon as possible."
"Report? Report what?"
"Xiao Li, how come you don't have any spirituality at all?"
"If you weren't my wife's biological brother, I wouldn't bother to train you."
Captain Zhang frowned and began to scold his brother-in-law. He walked quickly to a relatively intact body in front of him.
"Xiao Li, look, this corpse has eight of its ten fingers cut off, and there is a hole in the heart. Tell me, how did he die?"
"He was murdered! He was tortured before his death. He must have been tortured by that strong man."
"Really? Why do I feel like he committed suicide?" Captain Zhang turned his head and stared at Xiao Li with a gloomy look.
"Impossible, absolutely impossible!
Who would commit suicide by cutting off eight of their own fingers and then stabbing themselves in the back? "Li, the brother-in-law of Captain Zhang, was very confident in his professional ability and argued with reason.
Captain Zhang sighed when he heard this. He decided to let his father-in-law and mother-in-law have another child in the future. This account is useless... "Then write it down. Don't ask why. Just write that Lingfeng Temple was attacked by evil spirits."
"After such a disaster, some survivors could not bear the shock and committed suicide."
Seeing that Li was still trying to argue, Captain Zhang could only persuade him quietly:
"Xiao Li, let me teach you another lesson."
“When you encounter something that doesn’t make sense and you don’t understand it, you look for the pig.”
"Do you think that all the nobles are pigs? Do you think your brother-in-law is a pig?"
"When something is outrageous, but all parties agree to it, you need to think more about it."
“If you can’t find the pig on the field, then the pig on the field is probably you.”
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