Upon hearing his words, the anger in Fang Qing's eyes finally subsided.
What are you planning to do?
"Use the methods of江湖人 (jianghu people)."
Fang Qing was unaware of the methods used by people in the martial arts world until the next day when she went to the tea mountain to pick tea with the tea farmers, where they mentioned what had happened down the mountain.
It turns out that someone at the foot of the mountain spread a rumor that families who had lost their children before could find their children by going to the back mountain of the Living Buddha Temple.
Whether the families who lost their children were poor or rich, every single one of them was the apple of their parents' eye.
Upon hearing that they had found their child, they all rushed to the back mountain of the Living Buddha Temple.
The place was quiet and eerie, with the surrounding stones seemingly arranged in a magic circle, and talismans pasted on them.
Just when everyone was wondering if they had been tricked, a Taoist-looking martial arts practitioner came out and said that this was a formation to suppress resentment, and that the person they were looking for was under these stones.
Some people don't want to believe it, while others have already found shovels to dig for it themselves.
"Dig down three feet and three inches," the Taoist priest said again.
Several burly men used both their hands and feet, and when they dug down to three feet three inches, they indeed found something.
"It's clothes!"
Everyone's heart skipped a beat.
They continued digging and then the body of a little girl was found.
A woman in the crowd recognized the child and burst into tears.
The child went missing a month ago. The time since the murder was recent, the body is not yet fully decomposed.
"It's my daughter."
The initial skepticism vanished instantly, and a chill ran down everyone's spine as they looked at the place.
They still cling to the illusion that their child was abducted, rather than dying here.
But as corpses were unearthed one after another, everyone's hopes were dashed.
This matter alarmed the government, and officials from the prefectural government came and surrounded the area.
Thirty children's corpses have already been unearthed on the back hill, and that's not all; government officials are still digging.
Only the first few corpses were recognizable as children; later, all that was unearthed were skeletons.
The sound of weeping filled the hilltop.
Lord Sun and Lord Li stood on the outer circle with their men, their heads looking much bigger than usual.
The people asked them to take charge and give them justice, but what could they do?
When they arrived, the Prince of Nan's mansion had already warned them, telling them to turn a blind eye to this matter.
So they've been here for an hour and still haven't dared to say anything.
But this matter can't just be left unresolved like this.
So many lives have been lost, and so many families are at stake. Even if the government doesn't intervene, these people will find their own way to uncover the truth.
Meanwhile, the Taoist priest who had appeared out of nowhere was already wandering among the crowd, learning about the birth dates and times of all the children.
The Taoist priest then performed a ritual on the spot.
All anyone saw was the fluttering of talismans, and what was originally a peach wood sword turned into a bloody mess after passing through a burst of fire.
"Someone is sacrificing these children's lives; these innocent souls are pointing the way to the murderer!"
The Taoist priest's peach wood sword pointed directly towards the city.
When Sun and Li realized the situation was dire, they were about to step forward to stop it when the grieving parents who had lost their children surrounded them.
At this moment, everyone just wants to get justice, and they don't care about any adults anymore.
"Master, with so many people in the city, how can we find the murderer?"
"That's right. As long as you help us find the murderer, we'll build a monument and a temple for you."
The elderly Taoist priest remained calm and composed.
"Please calm down, everyone. The bodies of these victims have now possessed the peach wood sword. All you need to do is take this peach wood sword down the mountain and into the city. Whenever you pass by the murderer's house, the peach wood sword will spontaneously combust."
The old Taoist priest glanced at everyone present with an air of profound wisdom.
"What's needed now is a father with guts to do this."
Everyone was still grieving the loss of their child, and as soon as they heard that the murderer could be found, they all rushed forward.
Finally, the old Taoist priest placed the blood-stained peach wood sword in the hands of a burly man.
A large group of people descended the mountain. Lords Sun and Li exchanged a glance, both knowing that things were likely in trouble.
Just as they were about to send someone down the mountain to deliver a message to the Southern King's Mansion, two sword-wielding heroes appeared out of nowhere and grabbed their arms.
"My lords, our master wishes to have a proper talk with you. Please come with us."
The two then gestured for the other person to proceed.
The two adults exchanged a glance and realized the seriousness of the situation.
"May I ask who the masters of these two heroes are?"
"You two will know when you arrive."
The two adults, Sun and Li, swallowed, but dared not disobey them.
They were put into a carriage and traveled for nearly half an hour before arriving at a tea plantation.
Two heroes led the way, and they entered the tea garden, where they found Zhao Shi'an and Fang Qing among a group of tea farmers.
Upon seeing the two men, both adults, Sun and Li, felt their legs go weak and nearly collapsed to the ground.
Weren't they supposed to have been harmed by the heir of the Southern Prince's mansion? How come they're still alive and well here?
While they hesitated, Zhao Shi'an had already looked at Fang Qing.
The two felt a jolt in their hearts, and before they knew it, their legs had carried them to Zhao Shi'an and Fang Qing.
"Lord Zhao, the County Magistrate of the Ministry of Agriculture."
Fang Qing belatedly turned around and greeted the two adults.
Zhao Shi'an nodded calmly and continued picking tea.
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