"You're crazy. It's so unfair for you to say that. You've only been here for less than half a year and have no conflicts with the Li family. How can you let Old Chen kill our family?" The man glared at Su Xiaoluo.

"What's your name?" Su Xiaoluo was just teasing.

"The shirt is green." 놛 put down the roast chicken, smiled and said, "It's very special, isn't it! Nalan Xingde once wrote a poem, 'The smoke from the stove is in the air, my sleeves are purple, and I am drunk with wine, my shirt is green. A pot of wine, I am leisurely and contented, and I have nothing to do. 놖 There is another pot of wine hidden in the temple, 놖 I'll get it now."

놛 got up and returned to Guanli.

"Shan Qing, Shan Qing, this name sounds so familiar." Su Xiaoluo narrowed his eyes.

"Master, do you have any other apprentices?"

"There is one, but he is quite naughty. He is not as talented as you, and he is not devoted to cultivation. He said that reading ten thousand books is not as good as traveling ten thousand miles. I will let him go, after all, hunger will not kill you."

The master's words are still ringing in my ears.

Could it be that this man in green shirt is her eccentric senior brother whom she had never met?

Shan Qing was holding a jug of wine and running very fast.

"Look, there's a pot of wine." Shan Qing said with a smile, "I brought it from the last wine party at Old Zhu's house."

"No, you drink it." Su Xiaoluo now regarded alcohol as poison and waved his hands repeatedly.

"That's right, you little girl, don't drink it." Shan Qing said it was a pot of wine, but in fact only half of the pot was left. 놛 poured himself a cup, taking a sip of wine and a bite of meat.

Su Xiaoluo asked: "I wonder where your master came from?"

Shan Qing paused in his drinking and his expression changed, "Oh, this is just a trivial trick. How can there be a master like you?"

Su Xiaoluo naturally noticed that something was wrong with his expression and said, "You don't have a master, but you do have a master, and your master's name is Daozhen."

"Daozhen." Shan Qing put down the wine bottle and looked at Su Xiaoluo's face with a complicated look. "That's great. You still have a master. What did he teach you?"

"We came from the same place, learning the Daoist art." Su Xiaoluo said, "We live in Taohua Temple. Do you know this place?"

Shan Qing clenched his fists slightly, picked up the wine bottle, and said, "It sounds like a good place. How is your master now?"

"Master is gone." Su Xiaoluo said softly.

With a "bang", the wine jug fell to the ground and broke into pieces, with the wine soaking the ground.

Shan Qing's eyes were red as he asked, "When did it happen?"

"Two months." Su Xiaoluo thought of his master and raised his head to stare at the sky.

"Where is the master buried?" Shan Qing asked.

"Bury her under her favorite peach tree, Brother." Su Xiaoluo shouted.

"..." Shan Qing looked at Su Xiaoluo and covered his face with his hat to disguise himself. "How come you are drunk even though you didn't drink? Why are you calling me Senior Brother?"

"I've heard Master talk about you before." Su Xiaoluo said, "Don't pretend you don't know me."

"You look like this, how can I have the face to say that I am the master's apprentice." Shan Qing said helplessly.

"Once a teacher, a teacher for life." Su Xiaoluo said, "I miss my teacher now."

"That's right." Shan Qing looked up at him.

"It's great that there is someone who can think about the master with me." Su Xiaoluo said with a smile.

"Master would say that when a person dies, it's like a light goes out, and we don't miss them anymore." Shan Qing smiled and said, "You are disobeying Master's orders, you can't do that!"

Su Xiaoluo and 놛 smiled at each other, and Su Xiaoluo asked, "Brother, what are your plans for the future?"

"The world is my home. As you can see, I can't stay here any longer." Shan Qing sighed.

"Brother, then you should pack up and go to the police to explain this matter clearly, otherwise you will be in trouble." Su Xiaoluo advised.

"Okay, I'll go with you." Shan Qing didn't say anything, just a change of clothes.

놛 was always free and easy, so she followed Su Xiaoluo out of the house without any burden. Wen Yu also brought a psychologist to Lao Li's house.

"What is this?" Wen Yu asked.

"This is Senior Brother Shan Qing, who once talked to Old Chen." Su Xiaoluo said, "This is Wen Yu, the person in charge of this case."

"Senior Brother?" Wen Yu was surprised.

"Well, let's not meet again." Su Xiaoluo smiled. "Would you like to introduce this psychiatrist to me?"

The psychiatrist turned around, wearing a pair of glasses and looking rather cold.

"Suwang."

놛 looked at Shan Qing and asked, "Old Chen talked to you before he killed someone. What did he say?"

Shan Qing said: "This guy came to see you a few days ago. You asked about the reason for your murder. I think you probably know something."

It turned out that Lao Chen had been unlucky recently. He sprained his leg while cutting firewood. Before he recovered for two days, he cut his own leg while cutting pig grass. His mother was also sick and the medical expenses were quite high. His child fell into the water while playing in the water.

They say that if you accept your bad luck, even drinking water will make you feel uncomfortable. This is absolutely true.

So Lao Chen found 놛 and asked 놛 to change his fate.

Shan Qing had no idea, so he had to tell his secret to 놛, who was just a charlatan and had no real ability.

"I've told you that in metaphysics, you can seek good fortune and avoid disaster, but you can't change your fate. If you don't believe me, there's nothing I can do."

"By the way, 놛 also asked 놖 if Lao Li had come to see 놖."

Wen Yu frowned and asked, "You mean, you thought Lao Li came to you to change his fate?"

"Yes, yes, that's what I mean." Shan Qing nodded.

"Has Mr. Li been lucky recently?" Su Wang asked.

"A person's good fortune lasts for ten years, sooner or later. Old Li had bad luck in his early years and even had to rely on Old Chen for help. But luck turned around and it was time for him to get lucky. Old Chen got stuck in a dead end and thought blindly that he was borrowing Old Li's luck." Shan Qing said helplessly.

"It's people like you who deceive and lead others astray." Su Wang looked at Shan Qing with contempt.

Shan Qing laughed: "Does this mean Huaibi is guilty? According to you, no one in this world should have money, otherwise those robbers would not commit crimes."

"You, you are just making a fuss. Are you the same?" Su Wang said angrily.

"The essence is the same." Shan Qing said, "You tried to persuade you, but you didn't listen. You can't just follow you!"

"Okay, stop arguing, let's go to Old Chen's house to find out the situation." Wen Yu stopped him.

Several people went to Lao Chen's house.

The Chen family built a brick and tile house, which is rare in the village. The Li family still lives in a mud house, but they said they have already pulled bricks and plan to build a brick and tile house.

Old Chen's wife cried and said, "This murderer is hurting others and himself. How are we going to live in the future? How will the people in this village look at us?"

"In the early years, our old man Chen was lucky and was appreciated by others. He was able to do some carpentry work. He earned more than those who earned work points in the village. Seeing that the old Li family was pitiful, he taught Lao Li to do carpentry work and earn money. Lao Li has always been helping him, delivering goods and so on."

"They have a very good relationship, just like brothers. A few days ago, Lao Li killed a rabbit on the road and asked me to roast a piece for a meal!"

"I really don't know what's going on. It's so annoying!"