Not only did I chop off his head, I also destroyed his body!
How could he not be dead! There are no bones left, how could he not be dead!
The shopkeeper is lying to me, but why is he lying to me?
Could it be that... he and Qing Xuanzi are in the same group!
When he thought of this, Jiang Wuji's anger grew even stronger!
This place is fucked up enough. I just narrowly escaped death and now I'm doing this again?!
The sea of qi roars in the body. Even if the copper coin has no edge and is blunt, with the blessing of qi yuan, it can cut iron like mud!
"Brother, brother, please calm down! Brother!" the girl kept calling, this is the county seat, not Qingyu Village.
If someone kills someone, people from the Yamen will come soon!
But now, for Jiang Wuji, he only wants one answer!
The answer to why the shopkeeper lied to him!
"You're going to tell me or not!" Jiang Wuji roared.
"Taoist Priest, what do you want me to say? I really didn't lie to you."
The shopkeeper was almost crying, no, he was already crying...
When he saw Jiang Wuji's right hand trembling slightly with anger, he quickly shouted: "If you don't believe me, you can ask others! Everyone in the county knows about this!"
"all know?!"
In just such a moment, Jiang Wuji's reason took over again.
There are three possibilities now.
1. The shopkeeper is lying.
2. This Qingxuanzi is not the village chief.
3. Everyone in the entire county is the village chief’s accomplice!
The third possibility is too outrageous.
Jiang Wuji didn't know exactly how many people there were in the county, but to say that so many people were associates of the village chief was too low and outrageous, so he ruled it out directly.
Then there are only two possibilities left.
So Jiang Wuji found a strong hemp rope, tied the shopkeeper to a pillar, blocked his mouth with a rag, then bolted the door again, and finally led Xiaoyu back to the street through the window.
Returning to the main street, Jiang Wuji walked directly towards the two men who were chatting.
Seeing Jiang Wuji coming over, the two of them quickly bowed.
"Hello, Chief Taoist."
"Hello, Chief Taoist."
Jiang Wuji, who was already furious, went straight to the topic without saying any nonsense: "Let me ask you, what is the name of the Taoist priest who gave you the elixir a few days ago?"
"Huh? Oh, Taoist priest, do you want to know your Taoist friend's Taoist number?" the man in linen clothes said with a smile.
"Stop talking nonsense and speak quickly!" Jiang Wuji frowned and scolded, holding the copper coin sword tightly in his hand.
"Qingxuanzi! The one who gave the elixir was Taoist Priest Qingxuanzi!" the man in linen clothes said quickly.
Jiang Wuji looked at the person next to him.
The latter was excited, "Yes! He is right, it is called Qingxuanzi!"
"When did Qingxuanzi leave?" Jiang Wuji asked again.
"July 16th! Because it was just past July and a half, I remember it very clearly!"
"Yes, yes, it's July 16th!"
Jiang Wuji thanked him and took Xiaoyu to other streets.
After randomly asking more than ten people, the answers were surprisingly consistent!
Qingxuanzi gave the pill on the twelfth day of the seventh month and left the county on the sixteenth day of the seventh month.
And judging from the descriptions of Qingxuanzi by different people, it is very likely that he is really the village chief!
He is skinny, somewhat hunched, and has a hoarse voice.
So, the village chief is not dead?
Jiang Wuji definitely couldn't accept this result.
"Brother, I don't think that's the village chief. It's normal for him to be old, thin and hunched. As for the Taoist name, maybe it's a coincidence." Jiang Zhiyu tried to appease Jiang Wuji's emotions.
After all, she couldn't believe that the village chief who died without a body was still alive.
What's more, the timing is wrong, too.
On the night of July 15th, they and the village chief were clearly still in the back mountain.
But just now, someone said that he saw Qing Xuanzi walking down the street around the first half of July.
Jiang Zhiyu could think of this, and Jiang Wuji naturally thought of it too.
"How about... let's go back and take a look?" the girl asked.
Jiang Wuji shook his head and said: "It's getting dark soon. It's not appropriate to go back now. We can try another method."
"any solution?"
"Ask Mi."
"Ask Mi?"
The shopkeeper said before that there is a Wen Mi Po in Yong'an Town.
Originally there was nothing to talk about, but this plague killed many people, so now people often go to ask Mipo, asking if there is anything he forgot to tell his old friend, is it okay down there, and what do they need?
Maybe I would like to bless you...
Jiang Wuji knew that asking about rice was superstitious, but now that he thought about it, in this absurd world, it might be another way of saying it.
After asking for directions several times, Jiang Wuji quickly found where Mi Po was.
This is a dilapidated small house. When I walked into the yard, a person happened to come out of the house.
While wiping the tears from the corners of his eyes, he thanked him towards the room, and called "Daozhang" when he passed by Jiang Wuji.
When you enter the house, the first thing you smell is the strong smell of incense.
The display in the room is also very simple, a table, two chairs, an incense burner, a bowl of rice, and a brazier.
"This fellow Taoist, what do you want with me?" The old woman, whose face was covered with the ravages of time, asked in a calm tone.
But at the same time, she was also looking at Jiang Wuji repeatedly.
"Are you just asking Mi Po?" Jiang Wuji asked.
The old woman nodded and said with a smile, "It's me."
"I'm asking you to ask Mi." Jiang Wuji sat down directly in front of Asking Mi Po.
As if he could see Jiang Wuji's urgent mood, he asked Mipo bluntly: "Don't ask about people who died in vain, and don't ask about people who have no names or surnames."
Jiang Wuji frowned: "Why?"
Asked Mipo: "People who die in vain usually turn into evil ghosts and are easily entangled. They are nameless and have no incense to worship them. Please come up and send them away."
"It's okay, it's neither of them. I'll just ask you how much silver it is." Jiang Wuji said.
However, Wen Mi Po shook her head and said: "I don't want to take any money from you, I just hope that after the matter is completed, you can help me with something."
"What's the matter?" Jiang Wuji started to get a little impatient. Helping people with things was obviously more troublesome than giving money directly.
Wen Mipo said with a smile: "My little friend, don't be impatient. I will help you get things done first. If I can't do what I want, little friend, just refuse. I won't force you."
Jiang Wuji: "Okay!"
"What's your last name?"
"Zhang Fugui."
This name sounds a bit outrageous, but it is indeed the village chief's real name.
"So when and where will you die?"
"July and a half, Qingyu Village."
"Are there any relics?"
"Bang." Jiang Wuji dropped the copper coin sword on the table.
Wen Mipo took a deep look at Jiang Wuji, then lit a few pieces of paper money and threw them into the brazier, then grabbed a handful of rice and sprinkled it on the copper coin sword.
Finally, he closed his eyes and muttered something.
"General Da Ma leads the God of Death, and the God of Death takes me to find the souls of the dead. Walk fast and fast, and enter the underworld and pass through the gate of hell."
"The general who beats the horse brings the soul of the dead, the god of death..."
When I asked Mipo, her articulation was very unclear, and she just said this sentence back and forth.
I don’t know how many times I repeated this, but the flame of the candle on the incense burner suddenly flickered!
The originally irregular smoke of the three-pillar incense turned into a line at this time, pointing straight upward!
He stared at Mipo intently, but after waiting for a long time, there was still no response.
Jiang Wuji couldn't help but said: "Are you here?"
