Liu Yi and the dead man Chen Yili met Han Li. The three of them exchanged a few words and then focused their attention on where Wucai Zhenren was staying.

Ten steps away, Wucai's blood was boiling, his purple crown fell to the ground, his head was covered with bird feathers and pine branches, he held a bald and numb fly whisk in his hand, and sighed slightly, with a helpless expression on his face.

Beside him, the young man with a crown who had just come out to disrupt the situation had long since disappeared with the stick in his hand. Seeing that he was wearing a plain hat and a plain robe, he stood beside Wucaizhen with some reluctance, stared at Han Li, and said loudly, "Uncle, don't sigh.

, if it hadn’t been for this strange bird’s attack, we wouldn’t have known whether we would win or lose.”

Master Wucai looked at the young man beside him, with a somewhat painful look on his face, "Your uncle, I firmly believe in Taoism, and my heart has long since ceased to exist in this world. What I sigh about is not the gains and losses of kung fu, victory or defeat, but what my uncle sighs about is you."

Ah! I’m afraid that in this life, all your blessings will be gone and your soul will vanish into thin air!”

The young man's nose twitched and his eye circles turned red. He turned away and resolutely said, "Thousands of lives must be repaid!"

The scene fell silent again, and everyone had more or less guessed the answer from the young man's mouth.

The county soldiers who had regained their fighting strength surrounded Wucai Zhenren and the young man three layers outside and three layers outside. The soldiers were all cautious and ready to defend and counterattack at any time and start fighting.

As Wu Caizhen's vitality gradually calmed down, the old Taoist priest stood on the spot like a pine or a bamboo. He held his head high and looked arrogantly at everyone, without losing any timidity.

As long as Master Wucai doesn't nod, these people in front of him will never think of taking away the young man behind him.

As a result, the situation began to stalemate.

Liu Yi, who was standing aside, had some insight into the stubbornness and stubbornness of Master Wucai. He thought about it for a while and raised his head and said, "Master Wucai, I once said: Those who have more will lose it, those who have less will make up for it.

Tao, what is damaged is more than what is not made up for. The cycle of heaven, karma and retribution, have always been tried and tested. Don't insist on going your own way and destroy the Tao and the human heart!"

After hearing this, Master Wucai suddenly felt like a deflated rubber ball. He sighed softly, waved to Han Li and others, and said in a low voice, "Everyone, come with me!"

It is unknown when Shuihe Temple was built, who built it, and who the first owner of the temple was.

Taoism in the Han Empire consisted of four major ancestral temples: Zhengyi Road, Wudang Mountain, Taixu Temple, and Luofu Temple. The Shuihe Temple was just a little-known Taoist temple in the vast rivers and lakes, not worth mentioning.

However, the Shuihe Temple is located in Zhangwu County, but it is relatively famous. There was a long-lasting poem among the people of Zhangwu: Zhuanxu tortures ghosts, and it is difficult to move away; Zhangwu is long, but there is no high sun; the sky is auspicious

Beasts regulate all things; green water rivers curl up desolate roads.

Judging from this little poem alone, when the Shuihe Temple was built, it should have been used by the local people to suppress evil and drive away evil spirits.

After the battle, the two parties felt a little relieved. During the march, they carefully looked at the layout of Shuihe Temple.

There is only one south gate in the entire Shuihe Temple. Outside the gate is green pines and cypresses all year round. There are two stone lions on the side of the gate, which are majestic and majestic. When you enter the south gate, you enter the courtyard. The story just happened here.

.

At this moment, all the county soldiers recovered and surrounded Shuihe Temple again. Under the leadership of Wucai Zhenren and the young man in plain robes, Han Li, Shi Chen, Liu Yi, two county guards, Fan family warriors, and Waisong

He walked quietly towards the main hall.

As they walked, the few people looked around cautiously. They saw that the courtyard where they had just fought fiercely had three gatehouses, houses with red pillars and gray eaves, carved beams and painted buildings, and a treasure hall with figures of the year, month, day and hour.

The statue of the god can be regarded as a regular arrangement of the Taoist sect.

After passing the first courtyard, you enter the more spacious and brighter second courtyard. The second courtyard is a two-story majestic attic. In the hall are the ten emperors of Yama. They sit upright with majestic expressions and are cold to all living things.

, if people look at it, they will suddenly feel awe.

Located in the Sanjin courtyard at the back, the east side is the Zhuque Tower, the west hall is the Xuanwu Pavilion, and the main hall is the main hall of Shuihe Temple, Shuihe Hall. Shuihe Hall has three floors, and the Sanqing Tianzun is surrounded by clouds and mist.

In the middle, it stands solemnly on the first floor and extends through the three floors. It is not angry and powerful.

Because of the Zhangwu plague, there were no pilgrims or pedestrians along the way. There were only some Taoist boys who poked their heads in the nooks and crannies and looked at Liu Yi and the others with vigilance.

The group turned from the side door of Shuihe Hall and entered the back door of the main hall. Two rows of simple wooden houses came into view. Undoubtedly, this was the daily resting place for Taoist priests and overnight pilgrims in the temple.

When he got here, Liu Yi gently pulled Shi Chen's sleeve and whispered, "Master, these five talented people did not explain the reason in the main hall, but brought us here. I'm afraid things are not as good as Fan Guanbei's.

It’s so simple!”

"What are you afraid of? With this great man from the Mo family here, even if the Five Talents Master is a mighty dragon, he won't be able to make a few big waves!"

The dead man Chen comforted Liu Yi carelessly, but he unconsciously clenched the Chen sword in his hand, secretly trying to restore his mind and energy in case of emergency.

In an ordinary wooden house, everyone was sitting together. At this time, it was almost dusk, and Mao hour had just arrived.

Everyone had no intention of sipping the elegant tea served by Wei Tong, and they also had no intention of watching the beautiful scenery of the setting sun in early spring. They stared at Wucai Zhenren with their eyes, waiting for him to explain what happened.

Wucai Zhenren saw it in his eyes, remembered it in his heart, and simply stopped going around in circles.

The old Taoist combed his white hair, moved his lips slightly, and said slowly, "Everything in the world has its own laws. The ups and downs of prosperity and decline are all within the law. Everyone, the disaster of Zhangwu is indeed inseparable from the child beside Pindao.

Hey, I'm a selfish, bitter, mean, defensive, unreasonable, and don't really understand the general trend of the world. My fight with you today is just for fun in my heart. Don't worry, that Huang Wu is not.

It will leave any hidden dangers to the health of the soldiers. Everyone, please forgive me!"

Wucai Zhenren's sharp eyes cast an extremely kind look at this moment. He looked intently at the young man with a plain crown and a plain robe standing beside him, and when he saw the young man nodded slightly in response, he sighed, pointed at the young man in a plain robe and said

, "This child's name is Li Yanfeng, courtesy name Boyi, and he has grown up beside Pindao since he was a child. Half a year ago, Pindao had a premonition that the mirror was about to be broken, so he went to the Lingyuan Mountains alone to retreat and meditate. The water river view added up to the top and bottom.

There are only sixty people, and this kid is very familiar with them, so Pindao handed over all the details of Xiaoguan to this kid, and expected that there won't be any big trouble."

When Master Wucai said this, his face showed a trace of sadness. He paused and continued, "Four months ago, when the autumn harvest was in sight, this child received a letter from Fan Guanbei, the second son of the Fan family. This was the cause of disaster.

The beginning of.”

After saying that, Master Wucai took out a piece of yellow paper from the soft mat under the couch and handed it to Jianzi Hanli.

When everyone saw yellow paper, they had something in mind. Since Cai Lun, the Marquis of Longting, invented papermaking, papermaking technology has continued to innovate, and the quality of paper has become higher and higher. So far, it is possible to create yellow paper that is different from that used for sacrifices.

Paper.

Yellow paper, which is smooth and supple, easy to write on, and easy to carry, was deeply loved by scholars and had the potential to replace silk and bamboo slips. However, because of its high cost, it was only widely circulated among the royal family, aristocratic families, and the wealthy.

, and this thing is not sold in pieces, but because of its manufacturing process, it is sold in pounds. Small Taoist temples such as Shuihe Temple cannot afford such high costs.

Everyone opened it and took a look, and the full text read: The virtuous Taoist spreads the wind, has always heard of observing the water and rivers and respecting the sky to accomplish his deeds, benefiting the people to follow his Tao, and cultivating himself to pursue his roots. He is actually the model of the Zhangwu Qi family and the leader of Taoism.

The Imada family has good weather and welcomes this year of good harvest. There is no room for warehouses and no roads for the market. They are in a state of splendor. However, rats have become a plague, eating the people's millet, digging warehouses and digging holes, and people and dogs have lost their plans. There is a rumor in the world that Brother Li is in trouble.

The art of fire, yellow and white has reached its peak. It has the ability to rejuvenate dead trees and reverse the flow of streams. I would like to ask the people to save themselves from the water and fire. If this is done, I will have to pay a thousand gold to express my gratitude to the north.

Signed by Fan Guanbei and stamped with private seal.

When Liu Yi saw the letter, he immediately understood. When the others saw the content of the letter, they thought about it and understood the reason.

"After I returned home from the mirror, the boy recalled to me that at that time Fan Yi, the second son of the Fan family and the steward of Fan Guanbei, came with a letter and a daughter, weeping and asking for a way to kill rats, and he also brought three giant cats with him.

Rat, please look at it and listen carefully."

Master Wucai lamented again, patted Li Yanfeng on the shoulder, and said, "Yanfeng is a shallow person after all, so he didn't ask for any proof of this matter. In addition, the county governor Fan Tingnan had a good reputation, so he generously agreed. This child is also the same."

Being honest and truthful, I used the thousand taels of gold given by Fan Guanbei to purchase the best herbs, and even subsidized a lot of gold and silver. With the help of secret techniques, I refined four carts of Xie Ling Powder. If it hadn't been for this child that day

He thought carefully and wanted to explain the gold and silver subsidies to me, so he lied about the loss of the letter and blocked Fan Yi's request for the letter. Today, it's really hard for me to explain!"

"This kid doesn't like talisman martial arts, doesn't like Buddhist scriptures and inner elixirs, but only loves refining elixirs and making medicines. Today's incident is also a destiny!" Master Wucai patted the wooden couch on the earthen bed several times, and he couldn't be said to be in a good mood.

Bad, just keep shaking my head and lamenting.

"Master, all heroes! This happened because of me, and the medicine was prepared for me. It has nothing to do with Shuihe Temple or the Great Father. I am responsible for everyone's work. I am willing to obey the law." In the crowded wooden house, Li Yanfeng walked to the center and said,

His voice is clear and honest, and his eyes are clear and resolute.

A county guard seemed to have doubts in his heart and asked, "Li Yanfeng, I have a question. You said you made this medicine. Do you have any evidence?"

"Master, do you have any medicine?" Li Yanfeng stepped forward and asked.

"Here!"

The county guard who asked the question took out a packet of brown medicinal powder from his arms. The texture, packaging, and quality were the same as those that Fan Tingnan took out from the broken house two hours ago.

Li Yanfeng took the powder called Xielingsan, without thinking, without hesitation, he poured the whole package into his mouth and swallowed it.

Han Li originally wanted to step forward to stop him, but when he saw that Master Wucai made no move, he just waited and watched.

"Xie Ling Powder is colorless and tasteless. It has strong medicinal properties and is difficult to refine. It is necessary to take into account the changes in yin and yang. Put the 17 herbs into the cauldron according to the number of the five elements. The process is very particular about the heat. If you are not careful, it will

What comes out is just a pile of flour!"

Li Yanfeng briefly introduced the properties and pharmacology of this medicine, and he did not seem to be worried about his own life or death.

Afterwards, Li Yanfeng quickly took a basket of herbs from outside the door and continued to tell everyone, "The antidote is also simple! Just eat the seventeen herbs in the opposite direction."

After Li Yanfeng called out "Big Father", he arranged the Chinese herbs in the basket and ate them one by one. After finishing the meal, he walked directly in front of Master Wucai and turned his back to him. Master Wucai slowly raised his thoughts and gathered together.

He moved his palm from behind to in front of him, rubbing Li Yanfeng's waist, eyes and tail back and forth.

After about two cups of tea, Master Wucai gathered his luck, and Li Yanfeng returned to the center of the hut and said, "Just now, my uncle gave me a massage, which only accelerated the effect of the medicine. Now, the poison in my body has released my spirit."

, have all been eliminated, everyone, this is enough to prove that what I said is true."

...

After a brief period of silence, the county guard who had just asked the question spoke first. When he saw him looking at Han Li and Death Shichen, he asked, "Two knights, do you have any opinions?"

Today's situation, if Han Li hadn't intervened, I don't know what the outcome would have been. Death Shichen's sword was even more stunning. Although the county guard followed the official path, due to morality, friendship and strength,

Instead, he chose to open his mouth and ask in a low voice.

The two looked at each other and shook their heads at the same time. Since Li Yanfeng had admitted his guilt and the evidence was conclusive, there was really nothing more to say about the matter.

Just as the county guard was about to step forward to take someone away, Liu Yi suddenly walked out from the dead man's side, lowered his head and held his hands in his hands, saying respectfully, "Sir, I have something to say. Although it has nothing to do with this matter, I want to ask for your clarification and your permission!"

Looking at Liu Yi, who had thick eyebrows raised and clear eyes, the county guard hesitated for a moment. He was worried that something might happen, but he glanced at Shi Chen again, and finally nodded softly.
To be continued...