Chapter 72: Xiao Langjun, the old slave has something to ask for
It was dusk, and the setting sun was hanging on the west wall of Chang'an City.
Kong Qing, with the little kitten lying on his shoulder, dragging his Gua Tan with one hand, looked at the majestic Zhuangyan Temple in the sunset with affection, feeling reluctant to leave in his heart.
Although he had known that this day would come sooner or later, when it finally came to this moment, he felt that he still couldn't accept it...
"Why can't these monks hold a Buddhist meeting for one year?"
That's right, even though Kong Qing was reluctant in every way, the Buddha's Birthday Ceremony in Zhuangyan Temple ended successfully.
In other words, starting from tomorrow, there will no longer be so many people in front of Zhuangyan Temple. The days of people queuing up every day waiting for Kong Qing to give him guidance are over...
I have to work hard to find leeks everywhere again!
Just thinking about it makes me look blue and skinny.
But fortunately, I cheated some time ago... After giving Lawyer Pei some advice, the lawyer was eager to repay his kindness and is now helping him repair the Qingdu Temple, which can be regarded as settling a major matter in his heart.
Coupled with the money he earned during this period and the reward for bringing Yu Wenli out of hell, Qingduguan's financial situation has been greatly eased for the time being.
So it’s not impossible to take a break for a while…
But I still feel so heartbroken, as if I have missed out on 100 million again!
Kong Qing looked at Zhuangyan Temple, which was still crowded with people, and comforted himself firmly. "Don't worry, one day, I, Qingdu Temple, will also have so many leeks... for believers! If not..."
A pair of jealous eyes looked at the magnificent gate of Zhuangyan Temple again.
"...Then Zhuangyan Temple shouldn't have one either!"
"Mr. Lang..."
Just when Kong Qingzheng was jealous of these bald monks in Zhuangyan Temple, a well-spoken Luoyang Zhengyin suddenly came from the distance behind him.
Lang Jun has been waiting for a long time."
No matter how many times he heard it, Kong Qing felt that he could not match this voice with the person in his mind.
An old black man whose Chang'an accent is more standard than mine is really a surprise!
"If so..."
The corner of Kong Qing's mouth twitched, and for a second he changed into the emoticon of a Taoist master. He turned around, raised his fly whisk, and bowed his head with one hand.
"...It's Pindao who has delayed your affairs, Moli. Why don't you go and do things on your own, Moli? Pindao's side will be fine."
"Not at all. In fact, what I encountered today was quite strange..."
Mo Li smiled helplessly at Kong Qing and bared his snow-white teeth.
"During this period of time, the old slave has personally seen that Lang Jun's divination skills are as good as those of a god, so I want to ask Lang Jun to accompany the old slave to have a look. It can also be regarded as doing the old slave a favor, how about it?"
"help?"
Kong Qing was stunned for a moment, then nodded without hesitation.
"I have been taking care of you these days. If I can help, I will not stand idle."
"Then please leave it to Mr. Lang..."
After seeing that Kong Qing had agreed, Molly stepped forward without hesitation and grabbed the trailer rope from Kong Qing's hand.
"The place we are going to is a little far away. I'd better put these things in someone's home temporarily. I will personally deliver them to you in Qingdu Temple early tomorrow morning."
"Well……"
Seeing Kunlun Numoli, who was already talking to himself and dragging the trailer towards his house, Kong Qing's mouth twitched silently, and then he followed him.
"I just said that what I invited Mr. Lang to see was very strange..."
After Kong Qing and Kunlun Numoli put their Gua stall cart back to Moli's home, they followed Moli out of Guiyifang and walked along the Yong'an Canal towards the north of Chang'an City.
On the way, Molly briefly told Kong Qing what had happened.
The man who had the accident was called Li Huang, and he was the adoptive son of Li Xunzhi, the salt and iron envoy, from his nephew. He and his cheap father Li Xunzhi were one of the branches of the Li family in Longxi that none of the eight poles could reach...
But even if it is a side branch that cannot be hit with eight poles, his surname is Li after all, and he can be related to His Majesty Li Yuan through eighteen turns. Therefore, after the establishment of Li Tang, this Li Huang has also changed.
A little gangster...Yangxiaer has become the big fat sheep in the West Market...the big benefactor among Youxiaer.
"The old slave told Mr. Lang before that, thanks to the love of the rangers from the two cities, he called me big brother..."
Kunlun Numoli smiled at Kong Qing, his white teeth shining in the sunset.
"So Li Huang and Li Dalang are also very friendly with Lao Nu. Many of Lao Nu's customers in the two cities were introduced by Li Dalang to Lao Nu. It can be said that he is kind to Lao Nu..."
Kong Qing nodded silently.
That's right, something as high-end as Wushi Powder is really not something ordinary people can afford.
"Today evening, Ambassador Li Xunzhi sent people to Dongshi to interrogate Lao Nu, wanting to know what happened to Li Dalang in the past few days..."
Molly's face was solemn, and his brows knitted together.
"The old slave didn't know what happened, so he quietly inquired with the servant sent by Ambassador Li, and found out that Li Dalang went out three days ago and returned this afternoon. Shortly after returning home, he complained of a headache and shouted, 'I don't know.
Get up!' He fell headlong onto the couch, water pouring out of his body..."
“Can’t stop the running water?”
Kong Qing asked with some confusion. "Are you sure it's water, not blood?"
"The old slave asked the same thing at the time, but the servant made it very clear that it was water, not blood!"
Mo Li replied very definitely. "... After the leak, Li Dalang turned into something like human skin in front of his wife, and all the muscles and bones inside were gone..."
Listening to Mo Li's faint words, Kong Qing shuddered silently.
very scary!
If Kunlun Numoli didn't lie, then this matter can definitely be regarded as a supernatural event, just like Gao Zan who was killed by Kong Qing and became a yaksha!
"After all, Li Dalang has a grudge against the old slave, so the old slave wants to avenge him. But the old slave knows his own affairs. If the opponent is right in front of him, no matter whether the opponent is a human or a monster, the old slave will dare to step forward.
spell."
Having said this, Mo Li turned his head silently and bowed his head to Kong Qing.
"But this matter is quite strange. I'm afraid I can't find out the truth of the matter with my ability. And I know that Lang Jun is a god of calculation, so I'm shameless and want to ask Lang Jun to help me find the person who killed Li Dalang."
murderer……"
"rest assured!"
Kong Qing stepped forward and helped Mo Li up.
"Since Pindao promised you, he will definitely try his best to help you..."
"Thank you..."
Molly bowed to Kong Qing again.
"I'll leave this matter to Mr. Lang!"
Half an hour later, Kong Qing hugged the little milk cat and followed Mo Li to Andingfang, located northwest of Chang'an City.
As we all know, the city of Chang'an has a saying that the east is rich and the west is rich, and the south is empty and the north is strong. People who can live in Andingfang in the northwest, although they cannot be said to be high-ranking officials, are basically wealthy businessmen.
In the Tang Dynasty, there were regulations on the decoration specifications of each person's residence. For example, only the emperor could use heavy arches and caissons. For officials of the third rank and above, the hall could not exceed five rooms and nine bays, and the gate house could not exceed five bays and five bays.
When it comes to ordinary people, they cannot afford to have more than three rooms or four rooms in the hall, or two rooms in a gatehouse.
Since they can't mess with the specifications, most wealthy people can only work on the furnishings.
For example, they are now visiting the home of Li Xunzhi, the salt and iron envoy...
Because the house specifications could not be built randomly, he went to great lengths to bring running water from the Yong'an Canal to his home to build a pond, piled soil to make a mountain, planted trees, and started gardening in the city of Chang'an where every inch of land was precious.
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"Ambassador Li's residence is nothing..."
Unlike Kong Qing, a country bumpkin, Mo Li didn't care at all about Li Xunzhi's extravagant behavior.
"Yang Sikong's residence is a high-rise building facing the purple road, and the Jiadi is connected to the green mountains. At that time, it was known as the show of civil engineering and the prosperity of buildings. The two cities are incomparable."
Kong cleaned up Mo Li without saying a word.
Are you talking about comparing a salt and iron envoy's house with Yang Su's mansion? Is this comparable...
How rich is Yang Su?
Have you ever heard of the rumor that Duke Yang’s treasure can be obtained and conquered all over the world?
Kong Qing and Mo Li followed the slaves from Li Xun's house, the salt and iron envoy, in from the side door, and after going around various rockeries for several times, they finally came to an independent small courtyard.
In the small courtyard, there was a room with a wide open door. Kong Qing squinted his eyes and looked in through the wide open door.
I saw an old man with gray hair and a sad face standing in the room. He must be the Salt and Iron Commander Li Xunzhi. Not far from Li Xunzhi, there was another man wearing a blue dress and crying sadly.
The young woman must be the wife of that unlucky man Li Huang.
There was a thin quilt scattered on the bed near the two people. In front of the thin quilt was something that looked like a deflated inflatable doll. Kong Qing estimated that this should be the leaky unlucky guy Li.
Yellow.
What is slightly different from what Kunlun Numoli said is that not all the bones in this unlucky guy Li Huang have turned into water. To be precise, there is only one skull left, but because all the muscles on his face have disappeared.
, so what appeared in front of Kong Qing was the horrific sight of a human skin wrapped around a skull.
"Ambassador Li..."
It was obvious that this was not the first time that Kunlun Numoli met Li Xunzhi, as he walked up to him and saluted as he was familiar with them.
"I have invited an expert. Maybe I can find out the situation of Da Langjun and find the murderer of Da Langjun."
"Expert?"
After hearing Mo Li's words, Li Xunzhi, who looked sad, and the weeping young woman all raised their heads and looked at Mo Li and Kong Qing with dull eyes.