Chapter Fifty-Eighth The Demon-slayer Conference is in a turmoil
Faxi Temple, in front of the mountain gate.
Climb up a thousand stone steps and go around a hundred turns. Under the shade of the trees, there is a faint tranquility, mixed with the fragrance of flowers, which adds a bit of magic to the ancient temples. There is a bit of sadness and desolation in the tranquility.
Vicissitudes of life.
An Jing climbed up to the top of the mountain panting, holding his knees with his hands and breathing heavily, "Tan Yun, bring me the water bag quickly."
"snort!"
Tan Yun angrily threw the water bag to An Jing.
This little girl is still angry. I'll just buy you some more cakes next time.
An Jing opened the water bag and took a big sip. Then he looked behind him and saw Zhao Qingmei following him unhurriedly.
"Husband, you are tired. Wipe your sweat."
Zhao Qingmei took out her personal handkerchief and wiped the sweat from An Jing's forehead.
So fragrant.
Suddenly, a refreshing fragrance spread into his nose, making An Jing feel excited.
"Third Master, I didn't expect you to be in pretty good health?"
An Jing glanced at Li Fuzhou and couldn't help but smile.
Sanmiao Mountain is not big, so the four of us climbed for more than half an hour to finally reach the gate of Faxi Temple.
Logically speaking, it is normal for Zhao Qingmei, a lady from an official family, to have learned some superficial martial arts, and to be strong and not blushing or out of breath. But if this old scholar who Li Fuzhou listens to music every night can still do this, that is too much.
Abnormal.
"I know how to maintain good health, so my physique is naturally not bad." Li Fuzhou said calmly.
Tan Yun saw this and thought to himself: What do you, a little doctor, know? My master can travel eight hundred miles a day and a thousand miles at night, so this little mountain road is nothing.
"Yes, listening to music every night, this is how San Ye maintains his health." An Jing said with a smile.
"You don't understand things about scholars."
Li Fuzhou glanced at An Jing, as if he knew something, "There is something special about listening to music in Goulan. There is a lot of knowledge in a small area, and there is kung fu hidden in the depth."
Can what a scholar does be called whoring? That’s called Goulan listening to music.
An Jing glanced at Li Fuzhou and said to himself: I was also a scholar before, but I didn't tell him.
The four of them walked along the mountain gate towards Faxi Temple.
"Several donors, this is the incense used for worship."
Just as the two of them approached, a monk with fine features held a bundle of incense and handed it to An Jing.
"Thank you."
An Jing took out 30 yuan from his wallet and put it into the merit box. Then he glanced at it and couldn't help but exclaimed: "There are a lot of yamen agents. It seems that more than half of the agents from the third team of Yuzhou City are here."
After entering the mountain gate, there is the Hall of the Four Heavenly Kings. In addition to a large number of tourists and pilgrims offering incense, there are scattered policemen around.
Among these tourists are some people from all walks of life. Their purpose is not just to visit Faxi Temple, but to participate in Caobang's demon-killing conference.
"It's really lively." Tan Yun likes liveliness by nature, and couldn't help but feel happy when he saw so many people.
"Madam, you go for a walk, I'm so tired." An Jing subconsciously held his waist and groaned.
He has important things to do later, so naturally he can't follow Zhao Qingmei and others.
"Okay, Tan Yun and I are going to burn some incense and then go to the Wheel of Reunion Hall to see the Land and Water Dojo." Zhao Qingmei then glanced at Li Fuzhou and said, "Third Master, just follow my uncle."
"No, I'll take a break and then go find that boy Han Wenxin. Don't you also want to see the land and water dojo? Don't disturb his Ya XA view and waved his hand.
If Old Man Li follows him, it will be troublesome for him to escape.
Zhao Qingmei insisted: "Then when you find Han Wenxin, let the third master go and offer incense. It will be inconvenient for you to have no one around."
There are countless martial arts masters in Faxi Temple. It would be bad if they hurt your husband.
After Zhao Qingmei finished speaking, she took Tan Yun to burn incense towards the Mahavira Palace in the distance.
An Jing glanced at Li Fuzhou and sighed heavily.
For some reason, Zhao Qingmei always asked Old Man Li to follow her, and then her heart moved, as if she had thought of something. Could it be that Qingmei asked him to spy on her on purpose?
Little doctor, do you think I want to follow you?
Li Fuzhou saw An Jing's eyes and snorted coldly for no reason, if the leader wasn't afraid that you would be stewed, why would I have to work so hard?
At this time, An Jing saw a familiar figure in the distance and couldn't help shouting: "Captain Qin, where is that guy Han Wenxin?"
That man was none other than Qin Baotou, the only head catcher in Yuzhou City. At this moment, he was holding his stomach and laughing for some reason.
"He, he's squatting in the corridor of the side hall?" Qin Captou suppressed a smile and said, "Go and take a look."
"What's wrong?"
An Jing couldn't help but ask when he saw Capt. Qin working so hard to hold back his smile.
He also planned to ask Han Wenxin to take care of Zhao Qingmei and the others. With him here, ordinary fish and shrimps in the world would not dare to be too presumptuous.
"Go and see for yourself, I can't tell you."
When An Jing saw this, he was also very curious and walked quickly towards the long corridor ahead.
"Brother Han, Brother Han!"
At the end of the corridor, there was a burly man in a police officer's uniform squatting facing the wall.
Judging by his body shape, he must be Han Wenxin.
Hearing An Jing's words, Han Wenxin also turned around and took off the bamboo hat on his head.
The moment he turned around, An Jing was startled and said in surprise: "You...who are you? Why are you wearing Brother Han's clothes?"
There was a person in front of him, his face was bruised and swollen, and he couldn't see a single intact area. He was swollen like a pig's head, which was three points more exaggerated than Zhou Xianming's.
"Oh...I'm so stupid." There was a hint of crying in the man's voice, and there was a hint of familiarity in the voice.
"Are you that boy from Han Wenxin?" An Jing swallowed and said with some uncertainty.
What happened to Han Wenxin?
Why is this so?
Li Fuzhou also followed, and then he looked stunned and said in surprise: "If you hadn't said anything, Li would have thought it was a pig that stood up."
"I...I am really Han Wenxin." Han Wenxin said with a sad face.
"Tell me." An Jing frowned and said with some uncertainty, "How do you prove that you are Han Wenxin."
Han Wenxin held out three fingers and said solemnly: "I, Han Wenxin, are sworn in with gambling and drugs."
"It's really you, kid."
When An Jing heard this, he immediately became convinced. The person in front of him was undoubtedly Han Wenxin. Only the chief of the police did not mention the word "yellow" at all.
"What's going on with you?"
Han Wenxin wiped the tears from his eyes, "I... I may have been infected by Zhou Xianming. Last night I was lying at home, and suddenly a man in black rushed in and asked: Is your kid Han Wenxin? The three of us
I was drinking too much last night, and I was a little confused, so I answered the man, "So what?" Who knew that the man in black just beat me up without saying a word..."
An Jing was a little puzzled and said: "This is really strange."
Zhou Xianming is a weak scholar, and Han Wenxin is the head catcher of Yuzhou City. What kind of grudges does the man in black have with them that he wants to beat them up like this?
And it seems that the hatred between him and Han Wenxin is deeper than Zhou Xianming.
A man in black suddenly appeared in Yuzhou City. He specializes in bullying the weak and beating others violently. Even the police chief suffered disaster. It seems that this man in black is definitely not weak.
There is an old saying about loyalty which goes like this: A dead Taoist friend will never die a poor Taoist.
"I don't know where I offended him." Han Wenxin lamented.
"Why."
An Jing patted Han Wenxin on the shoulder, "With the way you talk, it's normal to offend people invisibly."
Just as Han Wenxin was about to refute, a scene caught his attention.
Han Wenxin nudged An Jing and said in surprise: "Look, that's Miss Cao. She's a famous golden flower in Yuzhou. It's said that she's not married yet. Hey, she's coming to us."
An Jing followed the sound and saw Cao Ling'er, who was dressed in lavender clothes and looked a bit out of place. She walked over with lotus steps on a pair of embroidered shoes.
Naturally, she is no stranger to Cao Ling'er, and the yin energy in her body can be cured by herself.
Han Wenxin hurriedly put on his bamboo hat, for fear of disturbing the beauty.
"Dr. Xiaoan, Ling'er is polite."
Cao Ling'er came to An Jing and bowed slightly, then said softly.
An Jing smiled and asked, "You're welcome, Miss Cao. I wonder if your health has improved recently?"
Cao Ling'er said gratefully: "It's much better. If it weren't for Dr. Xiao'an's wonderful rejuvenation, Ling'er might still be unconscious now."
A wonderful rejuvenation?
Han Wenxin on the side raised his eyebrows subconsciously, and the fire of jealousy suddenly arose... He shouted crazily in his heart: Miss Cao, Dr. Xiaoan can rejuvenate, so can I.
An Jing asked curiously: "That's good. I heard from Mrs. Cao that you were infected by Yin Qi in Faxi Temple. Why are you today..."
Cao Ling'er hesitated for a moment, then said: "Doctor Xiaoan is not a martial artist, so he may not know that today is a grand gathering where the Caobang invites the four major families and all forces in Jiangnan Dao. It is said that the peerless swordsman's head will be shown to the public."
An Jing naturally knew what day it was, but he didn't expect that the Cao family would take it so seriously. Even Cao Ling'er and other Cao family children who had just recovered from a serious illness were present.
"Dr. Xiaoan, you have to be careful." Cao Ling'er bit her pink lips and said softly.
"Thank you Miss Cao for your concern. As long as Capt. Han is here, I will be fine." An Jing said with a smile, but he was secretly surprised. Judging from Cao Ling'er's expression, it seemed that today's demon-killing meeting was not an easy one.
"Okay, Ling'er will go first. I will thank Dr. Xiaoan for his life-saving grace later when I have time."
Cao Ling'er nodded, and then walked quickly towards the depths of Faxi Temple.
"Brother An, I think something is wrong with this Cao Ling'er."
After Cao Ling'er left, Han Wenxin came out and said with a strange expression.
"Uncle, you must always remember to act out of emotion and not out of etiquette. Don't make mistakes that you shouldn't make."
Li Fuzhou also nodded slightly, as if he agreed with Han Wenxin's words.
"What's wrong? Isn't she fine and normal? It's easy for you to think wrong."
An Jing glanced at Li Fuzhou guiltily and said, "Third Master, didn't you say you wanted to meditate on the Sansheng Stone? I just saw it on the left side of the Heavenly King's Hall."
"Okay, uncle, please take your time and stroll around."
Li Fuzhou felt relieved when he saw Han Wenxin next to An Jing.
An Jing is just an ordinary doctor, and there is no way he can provoke a third-level master in the world. If there are some fish and shrimps in the world, Han Wen Xin can also deal with them.
Jianghu fish and shrimp and Korean culture are destined to be tied together.
After saying that, Li Fuzhou walked away into the distance.
"Where is the demon-killing conference held by the Cao Gang?" An Jing couldn't help but ask when he saw Li Fuzhou leaving.
Han Wenxin replied: "In the Wheel of Reunion Hall, it is said that it will be in front of the Water and Land Dojo."
"I know." An Jing nodded slightly, a faint light appeared in his eyes, but he felt a little worried in his heart. Zhao Qingmei and Tan Yun seemed to be going to the Reunion Hall.
"Then why is the old man following you?" Han Wenxin looked at Li Fuzhou's back, then thought of An Jing's expression, and suddenly woke up, "So he is a mole?"
"Stop talking about this, do me a favor." An Jing hugged Han Wenxin and smiled.
"What are you doing? I would be happy to take care of Miss Cao or Tan Yun, but I have to think about which one to take care of first."