In the hall, the tall and strong monk declined the tea and looked at the soldier and asked calmly:

"I wonder what kind of strange disease you are suffering from?"

"this……"

The soldier held the teacup, hesitated for a moment, and waved his hand to signal everyone in the hall to leave.

When the monk, himself and the clerk were the only three people left in the hall, he whispered, "To be honest, Master, thirteen years ago, the governor had a big quarrel with his wife over family matters. His wife left home in anger and went to live temporarily in a temple outside the city."

"No one knows what happened in that temple. All I know is that since then, the lady has been suffering from a strange disease. No one can get close to her. It's as if there are invisible thorns on her body. Anyone who gets close will be stabbed..."

Nie Changchuan frowned tightly and asked in surprise: "Is this true?"

The soldier nodded and said with emotion: "Yes, it is really strange!"

Nie Changchuan glanced at him and said, "Forgive me for being frank, but could it be that you are tired of your first wife and want to use this as an excuse to take in a concubine?"

"How is this possible!" The soldier laughed at first, then reacted, slammed the table and stood up, angrily saying, "You monk, you really don't know what's good for you. I treated you kindly, but you maliciously speculated about my governor. You really..."

Before he finished speaking, Nie Changchuan's eyes sparkled with gold, and he said calmly, "Sit down."

The soldier was startled for a moment, then looked dazed, and then sat down obediently.

Nie Changchuan came closer and whispered, "There are no outsiders here, so feel free to join the army."

The soldier changed his attitude, smiled, and said in a low voice: "Brother, you are a monk, you don't know the taste of red powder."

"Let's not talk about how beautiful my wife is. Just look at her identity. She is the daughter of Lord Yin Kaishan of the court."

"Although my master was also a newly crowned top scholar, he was born in a humble family after all. He was lucky to marry such a beautiful wife. How could he be unfaithful to her and let her down?"

"To tell you the truth, the governor has been dreaming of sleeping with his wife day and night for these years, but unfortunately, due to a strange disease, he has not been able to touch his wife for thirteen years. It is really... really a waste of God's gift!"

At the end, the soldier couldn't help but speak out his true feelings, and it was obvious that he had also seen what the prefect's wife looked like.

Nie Changchuan's eyes turned cold, and he looked at the officer and said coldly, "I see. After hearing what the officer said, I have an idea in my mind. I wonder where your mansion is. Can you take me there to have a look?"

The military officer smiled and said, "Don't worry. I sent someone to inform you when I invited you to come and have a chat with me. I'm sure someone from your mansion will come to invite you soon."

Before he finished speaking, a soldier came to report that the steward of the prefect's mansion came to ask to see the master.

The soldier said loudly: "Come in quickly!"

After saying that, he smiled and said to Nie Changchuan: "Look, what did I say..."

Nie Changchuan immediately stood up, put his left hand on his chest, held the Zen stick in his right hand, and looked at the door calmly.

I saw a middle-aged man with a big belly and quite wealthy walking into the lobby. He was dressed in brocade clothes and wore a gold bracelet. He looked quite arrogant. He ordered the officers and soldiers of the yamen at will and did not take them seriously at all.

Nie Changchuan's pupils shrank into vertical pupils, and he opened his Heavenly Dragon Eyes to see the man's entire body.

It was discovered that there were hideous scars on his arms and abdomen, as if he had been injured by a sword.

Coupled with his extremely unruly pace and his speech and behavior that showed no trace of upbringing at all, it was obvious that he was not a butler from a large family. He looked more like a reformed bandit or a nouveau riche who had made a fortune.

Seeing this scene, Nie Changchuan finally understood why his adopted mother had not told his grandfather in the capital about her husband's murder and the pirates' impersonation for thirteen years...

Liu Hong, who killed his adoptive father, was a pirate on the road and had accomplices to help him.

The gorgeously dressed butler in front of him is most likely Liu Hong’s old brother.

Not only that, the entire prefectural mansion might have been controlled by that gang of pirates, and anyone entering or leaving the mansion, and even the correspondence, must have been strictly monitored by the thieves, so that this secret could be kept secret.

Thinking of this, Nie Changchuan's eyes gradually turned cold.

At the same time, the butler walked into the lobby as if he had come to his own back garden.

He first laughed loudly, then linked arms with the soldier, calling him brother, and then turned around and looked at Nie Changchuan, examining him carefully from head to toe.

I have to say that this pirate has a very good eye for people.

Although Nie Changchuan looked like a burly man, the butler could still tell at a glance that the monk was not very old.

He asked with some doubt: "I wonder how many years has the master practiced this year?"

Nie Changchuan chanted a Buddhist name and said, "It has been thirteen years."

The butler continued to ask: "How old is the mage this year?"

Nie Changchuan said calmly: "I'm twenty-six..."

"Really?" The housekeeper looked at Nie Changchuan's handsome face suspiciously, and suddenly turned around and asked, "Old Wang, are you sure this person has magical powers?"

The officer surnamed Wang nodded quickly and said, "Of course. This mage broke into the gambling house in the south of the city alone, fought against a hundred people alone, and captured dozens of thugs from the Golden Sword Gang in the gambling house. Now they are still being held in the city jail!"

"If you don't believe me, go to the prison and you will know that what I said is true!"

"Oh?" The butler narrowed his eyes slightly.

After a little thought, he looked at Nie Changchuan and said with a smile: "Master Xuanzang, it's not that I doubt your methods, but my wife's situation is special, and the strange disease she suffers from cannot be cured by ordinary means."

"How about this, Master, show us your skills first, so that we can broaden our horizons."

"If the mage is really capable, I will definitely send a sedan chair with eight bearers to invite the mage in."

"After the matter is completed, whether it is gold, silver, treasures, or rare ancient books, or even if the master wants to build a temple in Jiangzhou City and spread believers, it will not be a problem!"

The butler spoke with great confidence, as if Jiangzhou City was in their hands.

Nie Changchuan stared at him for a while, then said: "I am a monk. Gold, silver and treasures are like dirt to me. Building temples is not my thing. If I can cure your wife, you only need to go to Jinshan Temple when you pass by it in the future and fulfill your wish in front of the Buddha."

After saying this, Nie Changchuan ignored the reactions of the housekeeper and others, and inserted the heavy Zen stick in his hand steadily, then put his hands together and chanted Sanskrit Buddhist scriptures in a low voice.

"roar!"

In an instant, a shocking dragon roar sounded in the hall.

A bright, golden dragon flew out from behind him, circled twice between the beams, and then turned into golden powder and dissipated.

Seeing this scene, the butler and the soldier named Wang both opened their mouths wide and stared blankly at the ceiling.

When the golden dragon disappeared, the two men came back to their senses with a start, and looked at the solemn monk with awe.

"Mage...Mage..." The butler's lips trembled and he said, "You are..."

Nie Changchuan said calmly: "This is the heavenly dragon that protects our Buddhist sect, not a real dragon. Please don't worry."

"I wish... so that's the case..."

The housekeeper and General Wang looked at each other and both breathed a sigh of relief.

The former smiled widely and said quickly, "Master Xuanzang, you are indeed very powerful!"

After some meaningless flattery, the butler put on a smile and respectfully invited Nie Changchuan to leave.

When he arrived at the prefect's mansion, Nie Changchuan took a casual glance and found that the swordsmen guarding the gate and the servants protecting the courtyard all had tough temperaments and fierce eyes.

...Sure enough, the entire prefectural government had already been under the tight control of Liu Hong.

Nie Changchuan retracted his gaze and followed the housekeeper into the front yard. After turning several corners, they finally arrived at the backyard.

Here, one can still see the people arranged by Liu Hong, but in addition, there are also some maids who look to be around 30 years old.

The two groups were either chatting and laughing on duty, or busy with housework. In short, each group was doing their own job and turning a blind eye to the other group, and it seemed that they did not interfere with each other.

There is no doubt that these two camps represent the prefect Liu Hong and his adoptive mother Yin Wenjiao in this life!

Nie Changchuan was surprised, as if he had not expected that his mother was quite capable and could actually protect her beautiful maids from this group of ferocious bandits.

However, this kind of protection should be very reluctant for her.

Otherwise, it would be impossible for all these maids to be old faces without a single newcomer.

Nie Changchuan thought that they should be the group of people who married with Yin Wenjiao thirteen years ago...

If it were the original Chen Xuanzang, facing such a complicated situation in the mansion, he would have to use his wits and courage to rescue his mother.

But Nie Changchuan is different. His eight years of hard practice have allowed him to do some extraordinary things in the mortal world.

Soon, Nie Changchuan followed the housekeeper into the back house.

At this time, there were three maids in the room, standing in front of the window, the bed and the door respectively. The big bed was covered with a thick white satin, through which a familiar yet strange figure was faintly visible.

Nie Changchuan stood at the door, looking at the curtain with complicated eyes, and remained silent.

At this moment, the maid standing at the door came over with a towel and clean water, as if to let Nie Changchuan wash his hands first.

The housekeeper looked at the bed curtain with a somewhat fiery gaze, then reluctantly looked away, looked at Nie Changchuan and said with a smile: "My wife is behind this bed curtain. If the mage..."

“Bang!”

Before he finished speaking, there was a sound of juice splashing everywhere.

The butler's head exploded like a bloody watermelon filled with water, dyeing the screen next to it half red.

The tall and handsome monk calmly withdrew his fist, and then, in front of the shocked and dazed gaze of the maid, he nonchalantly reached his left hand stained with red and white things into the copper basin and washed his hands.

“Hua La La—”

The water waves flowed and gradually turned blood red.

The handsome monk picked up the towel, wiped the blood off his hands, and then wiped off all the blood drops on his face. Then he grinned and showed a sunny smile to the stunned maid.

"You're welcome!"

“This is what I should do…”