It was clearly noon at this moment, but a gray cloud was floating in the sky above Yunliu Temple. There was an unpleasant smell spreading in the air, an indescribable smell of rotting corpses.
The "crow attack" incident one month ago seems like yesterday, and the monks of Yunliu Temple are still worried about it.
In the courtyard, several young monks were cleaning the courtyard. In addition to the fallen leaves all over the courtyard that needed to be cleaned, there were also patches of black crow feathers spread in the courtyard, adding a somewhat depressing atmosphere to this century-old temple.
First, they experienced a fire burning the mountain, and then they experienced a crowd of crows attacking them. Several elderly monks sat on the stone steps next to the door and vividly recounted the dangers of that day.
The statue of General "Xie Yunliu" in front of the main hall, which has survived hundreds of years of wind and rain, was mostly destroyed due to unknown events on the day when the crow farmers attacked. It is now being covered with a piece of black cloth to temporarily protect it from the rain.
Block the wind.
A gust of cold wind blew up, and the black cloth covering the equestrian statue of the general was lifted up. The monk who was cleaning the courtyard was about to step forward to clean it up, and accidentally noticed that the middle of the foundation of the damaged statue was empty.
The curious monk threw his broom aside, approached the gap, and carefully peered into the hole through the dim light.
A foreman greeted Yan Jiji politely. Although Yan Jiji was not under the supervision of the Ministry of Works and was an external craftsman, the foreman did not dare to be disrespectful in his attitude towards Yan Jiji. No matter it was the other party's status as the number one craftsman or the person behind him.
Zheng's signature is worthy of this.
"please."
That's why we asked Situ Yong to take action today.
This silence is equivalent to acquiescence.
The foreman shouted three times in a row, and Yan Jiji woke up as if from a dream. He came forward with a hammer in his hands, looking absent-minded.
…
Situ Yong understood: "That's it."
In the reception room.
It was the end of winter and the beginning of spring, and a warm drizzle washed away the harshness of winter.
Yue Yan had just returned from Shuzhou, and before she had time to rest for a few days, she learned that Zheng Xiu was seriously ill.
Situ Yong said: "Since we are all members of the sect, I will open the skylight to make it more spacious. You should know the rules below, which only cure diseases and do not explain magic. If you two are interested in thaumaturgy, you should go to Ye Ye
The person who holds the spirit in Weiyang is not the one below."
The monk clasped his hands together and confessed his guilt in his heart. He did not disturb the peace of the deceased because of his curiosity. He was going to report the matter to the masters and find the city craftsmen as soon as possible to start the construction on an auspicious day to rebuild the general's statue.
Yue Yan was still wearing Ye Weiyang's uniform at this time, feeling uncomfortable all over, and hurriedly entered the inner room to change her clothes.
Several female family members closed the hall door, presented a few exquisite pastries, and retreated behind the screen.
At this time, Zhizhi grabbed Yueyan who was in a hurry: "Sister Xi'er, are you sure that Situ Yong won't be suspicious?"
This is obviously a pair of tombs.
Not far from the main south gate, the city's craftsmen are busy building a high platform corridor. Under the supervision of the Ministry of Works, they are making final preparations for the upcoming ancestor worship ceremony on March 3.
——"Gongsun Mo and Xieluohe".
Qing Shisan was still wearing a sloppy walking attire. He tied the reins aside, opened an oil umbrella, and smiled towards the carriage: "We're here, Mr. Situ, please get out of the car."
"Cenotaph?"
It just so happened that the names of two strangers were written on the tomb.
"Master Zheng, Master Zheng, you and your old Zheng family are from a single lineage, so we must not stop here!"
A unique carriage stopped in front of the Zheng family's mansion.
It is a rule and professional ethics to collect money to do things.
Qing Shisan motioned for Situ Yong to sit in front of the screen.
"Master Yan, are you feeling unwell today? Why don't you go back earlier and have a rest earlier? Don't fall down from exhaustion at the most critical moment."
A cup of hot tea was served, and a long table was set in the center of the living room. Behind the long table was a gorgeous screen embroidered with a picture of birds facing the phoenix.
Situ Yong put down his tea cup, looked at Qing Shisan, and said with a smile: "Can I ask if the person in the Zheng family suffering from cold is really the second mother of the Zheng family?"
The monk was surprised to find a pair of small stone tombstones hidden inside the foundation of the general statue.
Qing Shisan explained: "Sir, please don't misunderstand. We heard that Mr. Situ has the ability to 'judge life and death with one finger', and he also knows about the 'golden wire pulse detection' that has been lost for many years. Our two mothers are inexperienced young ladies, so we need to
I hope Mr. Situ will forgive me for tabooing the distinction between men and women."
…
The whistle sounded vaguely, Yue Yan's ears twitched slightly, and she quickly said: "Situ Yong is here!"
The curtain opened, and a middle-aged man in blue and plain clothes stepped out of the carriage. He had narrow eyes, a mustache on his face, and a kind smile, making him appear approachable.
The monk who continued sweeping the floor did not take this matter to heart.
Bi Shui made it clear that there was nothing she could do about it.
"Serious words, serious words!" Situ Yong returned the greeting with his hand raised and his eyebrows widened. It was obvious that Qing Shisan's polite words made Situ Yong very happy.
The driver is Qing Shisan.
…
“Good tea.”
"Sir, please!"
It was only after she turned back into a seamstress that she felt like she was back to being a dressmaker.
A scream came from behind the screen, Yue Yan spread her five fingers, curled her middle finger, and a straight thin line shot out from the gap in the screen.
Ye Weiyang’s [Zhenlingren] Hulangbishui was once invited to have a reunion dinner with the Zheng family and maintained a good relationship with the Zheng family.
Qing Shisan's face darkened.
"Xu~"
On the streets of the Imperial City, many old archways were given a new layer of red paint, and the walls of the Imperial Palace were repainted with gold foil.
When Qing Shisan heard this, he kept saying that he was a very righteous man, but the corners of his eyes kept twitching, secretly thinking that your doorman did not have this attitude the past two days.
Soon Situ Yong followed Qing Shisan through the long corridor and arrived at the Zheng family's living room.
Scanning and scanning, the monk's doubts could not be eliminated.
Situ Yong waved his hand casually, easily catching the thin thread that was difficult to discern with the naked eye, and placed it on his left wrist. He stretched out his index finger with his right hand, lightly clasped it on the thread, and closed his eyes.
Qing Thirteen was silent.
But why is there a tomb hidden inside the general's statue?
Situ Yong didn't ask any more questions.
"I don't have to worry about so much at this time." Yue Yan said in a deep voice.
"oh?"
"Master Yan, here, help me come over here and take a look!"
Situ Yong's eyes flashed.
"Hey, hey, we're fine!" A smile appeared on Yan Jiji's dark face, she calmed down, took out the pendant from her waist, and carefully checked the level of the high platform.
"Thank you for your work, haha."
There are also some moldy clothes stacked next to the tombstone.
As he said that, he was about to enter the inner room to make some preparations.
It would be reasonable if the tomb hidden in the general's statue was that of the legendary famous general Xie Yunliu.
"Huh? What is this?"
"I'm very curious. You, the Zheng family, are not short of strange people, but there are incurable diseases that require my help. Don't get me wrong. The reason why I take action is not because of the mere thousand taels of gold, but just to save people.
Cure."
It's sunny and sunny today.
Qing Shisan's frown disappeared, he made a "please" gesture, and said with a smile: "Zheng's second wife is weak and sick. She has been infected with wind and cold recently and has not recovered for a long time. Her condition is getting worse. As the saying goes, those who can work hard, and those who work hard
Dude, the medical skills of those in our family are vastly inferior to those of the miraculous doctor Situ. How can we be called extraordinary people? When it is time for the miraculous doctor to take action, we have to rely on you, the miraculous doctor.
"
The hall was empty, and several female relatives had been waiting here for a long time.
Several female relatives are waiting anxiously.
"hehe!"
"Wait a minute, I'm going to change clothes."
Yan Jiji thought silently in his heart.
"That side of Ye Weiyang...?"
I have indeed invited you.
The smile on Qing Shisan's face did not diminish: "Add another five hundred taels of gold."
Situ Yong nodded: "It seems that I have found it. No wonder, no wonder, no wonder."
Imperial City.
Jing Xuemei, who was the calmest at this time, nodded gently and said, "It's important, sir."
Another craftsman who is also a craftsman of the Zheng family said with concern.
Seeing this, Situ Yong's squinted eyes flashed with light, and the smile on his face became even bigger. But he didn't ask any more questions, he sat on the sandalwood chair with a smile, picked up the hot tea, opened the lid, blew the tea, and took a sip.
Yueyan thought of the "dramatic changes" in Weiyang on the night before half a month, bit her lower lip, hesitated for a moment, and said: "I am just a star in Weiyang on the night, and I can't get more accurate news. But half a month ago, the sky was full of ravens falling at the same time.
, I speculate that something big must have happened in Ye Weiyang, and more than half of the night guards in the imperial city were transferred to the south overnight. At this time, other important things must have happened in Ye Weiyang. I think they should have no time to pay attention to the Zheng family.
It’s the inside.”
Yueyan flicked her ten fingers repeatedly, and the other end of the thin line passed through the living room, through the courtyard, through the wall, deep into the secret passage, and into the secret dungeon. She flexibly moved the wrist of Zheng Xiu, who was sitting cross-legged and motionless deep in the dungeon.
Wrapped around it.
scold!
Yueyan pulled it with both hands, and all the threads instantly fell straight.
Waves of weak pulses were transmitted from the thin line, and Situ Yong's expression suddenly changed several times, first he was surprised, then shocked, and finally angry.
He stood up suddenly, slapped the table and said angrily: "Hey! I, Situ Yong, have no enmity with your Zheng family, how can you fool me with a dead man!"