In Mingdengxuan, Wu Xu was admiring Li Shabai's new work. Liu Dashun, the green lantern man, walked in and handed over the charges against the steward and two clerks of Qingle Casino.
Wu Xu saw it and praised it greatly: "Dashun, you are so successful that you solved the case on the same day?"
Liu Dashun scratched his head and said, "It's all based on cultivation by thousands of households."
Wu Xu looked at Liu Dashun: "Did someone give you some advice?"
"How can anyone give me advice? Let's all come up with ideas together," Liu Dashun said with a smile, "But that boy Xu Zhiqiong did come up with a lot of ideas. This boy is very smart. It would be a pity to leave him in Beiyuan. Otherwise, let him follow.
Let me go to the west of the city!"
Wu Xu frowned and said, "Why is it such a pity to go to Beiyuan?"
Liu Dashun was sincere: "The road is long, remote, and the place is huge. The work is really hard."
Wu Xu sneered: "It's mainly because of the lack of oil and water, right?"
Liu Dashun rubbed his hands: "Zhiqiong lived a miserable life, and you know it."
Wu Xu said: "Call him in."
Xu Zhiqiong walked in, and Wu Xu asked: "Liu Dashun wants to transfer you to Xiji, what do you think?"
There are many people in Xiji, and there are also many bad people, so business is naturally easy to do.
Wu Xu nodded: "No!"
Since you said no, why did you nod? Why did you ask me again? Why did you call me here?
For the wool? For the hammer? For the jill?
Xu Zhiqiong’s face was filled with questions.
Wu Xu reprimanded: "Pick the easy and avoid the heavy! Pick the fat and the thin! How can you learn to be so cunning at such a young age?"
Xu Zhiqiong lowered his head and said, "I know I was wrong."
Wu Xu turned and looked at Liu Dashun again: "You also know that he is a talent that can be developed. Isn't it a good thing to practice in that miserable place of Beiyuan?"
Liu Dashun curled his lips and said, "It's okay if Qianhu says yes."
Wu Xu waved his hand and asked Liu Dashun to go down first. Then he turned to Xu Zhiqiong and said, "The case is over. Let's execute the criminal."
Xu Zhiqiong lowered his head and said: "My subordinates are fasting for the past two days, so it is not appropriate to kill animals..."
"Bah!" Wu Xu spat at Xu Zhiqiong, "Take it and give it to your brothers to practice."
Xu Zhiqiong called Chu He and Niu Yuxian and escorted the three prisoners to the entrance of the market. Chu He held up his saber and said to Niu Yuxian: "You took advantage last time and killed one more person. This time you have to kill you."
Give that to me."
Niu Yuxian frowned and said: "I killed one more person because Yang Wu and you were both useless, why should I give it to you now?"
Xu Zhiqiong persuaded: "You don't have to give in, I just give in. Give mine to Chu He. I don't want to kill anyone tonight."
Strong men come from experience. Chu He picked up the knife and successfully chopped down the two men without even frowning.
It's just that he couldn't grasp the key point. It was obvious that the manager was the important person.
This important figure was left to Niu Yuxian.
Niu Yuxian took out a pill and gave it to the steward: "Take it, I'll leave you a whole body."
In Daxuan, whether one can leave a complete body after death is the bottom line of human dignity. The steward hesitated for a moment and swallowed the pill in one gulp.
After swallowing the pill, the steward immediately regretted it.
First there was severe pain in the stomach, then severe pain all over the body. Hundreds of blood spots appeared on the back of the chest. He struggled for a long time before he died.
Xu Zhiqiong asked in surprise: "What did you feed him?"
Niu Yuxian said: "Iron Hedgehog, after taking the pill, your body will be covered with sharp thorns like a hedgehog, piercing your internal organs, including your bones and flesh."
What a terrifying mechanism. Xu Zhiqiong couldn't figure it out. How could a ball the size of a pill contain such long spikes?
"Are you still a ninth-grade Mo family?"
Niu Yuxian smiled and said: "This weapon is also useful. When I sacrifice it to the Kuji Hanxing, I will almost be promoted to the eighth level."
This is the characteristic of the merit system. Niu Yuxian's persistent love for Mohist martial arts allowed him to reach the eighth level in a short period of time, which is a goal that many cultivators cannot achieve in their lifetime.
Xu Zhiqiong also has a persistent love for the profession of judge, which is why he was promoted to the seventh rank.
Among the onlookers, Xu Zhiqiong saw Qin Changmao again and stepped forward to say hello to him.
Qin Changmao used his mind to communicate: "Judge Ma, you said that after the case is finished, there will be a settlement between us. Is it time now?"
Xu Zhiqiong replied with his mind: "Don't worry, there is one more thing that has not been done. Wait until noon tomorrow. I will go to the toothbrush shop to find you."
"Okay! It's a deal! If you break your promise, you will become the laughing stock of the Taoist sect in the future!"
Xu Zhiqiong nodded: "I want to see who is the laughing stock of the Taoist sect!"
…
At dawn the next day, Qin Laosan's tooth brushing shop was not open.
Qin Changmao dismissed his men and prepared to fight Xu Zhiqiong to the death.
Ma Shangfeng bullied others too much. This time we must fight to the death with him!
He prepared all the magic weapons first and waited quietly for Xu Zhiqiong to come to the door.
Around 4:00 p.m., I suddenly noticed that the brush on the desk was shedding hair.
Yuan is in danger.
Pei Shaobin is dead, do you still care about this matter?
The judge only cares about guilty people, and Yuan's crime has not yet reached two inches.
After much hesitation, Qin Changmao decided to go and have a look.
At least let's get to know each other and see if this orphan and widowed mother can survive.
…
Mrs. Yuan was sitting by the stove, looking dull.
There was a large pot of white rice porridge cooking on the stove, and Yuan's child was waiting quietly beside it, swallowing his saliva. This child had not had a full meal for a long time.
Qin Changmao looked at the top of Yuan's head silently, and saw that the black air was lingering, and the sin karma was still growing, and it had already exceeded two inches.
What's wrong with her?
Pei Shaobin is dead, is the hatred in her heart still unresolved?
How could she hate her husband so much if they were so kind to each other?
When the porridge was cooked, Mrs. Yuan opened the lid. In addition to the aroma of rice, a pungent smell wafted out.
Qin Changmao was shocked, this was the smell of poison.
Mr. Yuan poisoned the porridge!
Gu Yu
"Baby! It's time to eat!" Mrs. Yuan served a bowl of porridge to the child and a bowl to herself.
She wants to poison this child to death, and she doesn’t want to live anymore!
This is how to do?
Qin Changmao was shocked and wanted to stop him, but he was afraid that he would show up suddenly and reveal his identity.
In desperation, he picked up the bronze medal and chanted: "This is your own son, but you can't do anything with it. This is your own son. A tiger's poison cannot eat its seeds..."
Thoughts were surging in her mind. Yuan held the porridge with her hands trembling a little.
She looked at her child and felt heartbroken.
But the black energy on his head was boiling, and evil thoughts were constantly growing.
From the moment Bu Yao was taken away, she had collapsed, lost all hope of life, and didn't want to live anymore.
Now that her husband is dead, she has another idea.
Anyway, that’s it.
Why don't we all go away neatly as a family?
The doll stretched out his hand and said, "Mom, I'm hungry."
Mrs. Yuan handed the porridge to the baby: "Here, eat it while it's hot."
Chanting sutras didn't work anymore, Yuan's expression became more and more numb, and all his thoughts were covered up by evil thoughts.
Qin Changmao was at a loss. He didn't have the courage of Lu Yanyou. He didn't dare to push or kick him.
As a judge, he could only watch. If he wanted to intervene in mortal affairs, he had to intervene as a mortal. He made this distinction very carefully.
Seeing that the rice porridge was about to enter the child's mouth, Xu Zhiqiong suddenly opened the door and walked in, snatched the porridge from the child's mouth, smelled it, and said with a smile: "There is porridge to drink, I just didn't have breakfast!"
Xu Zhiqiong's face was covered with sweat, he came running.
After he finished his shift, he walked to Pei Shaobin's house. The walk was not in a hurry, but Qin Changmao also gave him a toothbrush, which was born from the same root as Yuan's. When he saw the hair on the toothbrush falling out, he knew something was going to happen.
Already.
The porridge in the baby's hand was snatched away, and she burst into tears.
Xu Zhiqiong lowered his face and shouted angrily: "I avenged your father, do you still feel bad after eating a bowl of porridge from you?"
The child was too frightened to cry. Mrs. Yuan lowered his head and said, "Deng, Master Denglang, why are you here?"
"I'm here to eat porridge!"
"This, this porridge can't be eaten."
Xu Zhiqiong frowned and said, "Why can't you eat it?"
"My son has been touched and is not clean. I will cook another bowl for you."
“I’m just attracted to this bowl!”
"This, this is really inedible."
"I want to eat it!"
Xu Zhiqiong held the bowl to his mouth, as if he really wanted to eat.
In fact, he didn't dare to eat it. Tong Qingqiu was good at medicine. He and Tong Qingqiu had been neighbors for more than ten years. Xu Zhiqiong could smell such a crude poison in the yard.
Mrs. Yuan cried: "Master Denglang, I can't eat it, I really can't eat it..."
"If you can't eat it, just eat it." Xu Zhiqiong was about to put the porridge down when he saw the child staring at the bowl of porridge.
"I can't eat it, and I won't give it to you!" Xu Zhiqiong turned around and threw the porridge out the window.
When the child saw this, he started crying again.
Xu Zhiqiong looked at Mr. Yuan and said, "I came today because I have something to ask you."
Mrs. Yuan shook her head: "You avenged my husband, and I will never forget your kindness until my death. But I don't know anything about the things my husband did. Mr. Denglang, please don't ask."
"Who is asking about your husband? I'm asking about you." Xu Zhiqiong took out a budgie from his arms, "Is this thing yours?"
When Yuan saw Bu Yao, the black air on her head became less intense.
The thoughts are back.
She nodded repeatedly and said: "It's mine, Master Denglang, this is my Bu Yao!"
"The case has been settled, and this thing should be returned to its original owner," Xu Zhiqiong handed the Bu Yao to Yuan.
Yuan took the step tremblingly and was stunned for a while, then her knees suddenly bent and she wanted to kneel down to Xu Zhiqiong.
Xu Zhiqiong pulled Yuan and frowned: "What are you going to do? Our Xuan people have straight knees. We don't even kneel when we meet the emperor. Why are you kneeling down to me, an eighth-grade official?"
Mrs. Yuan thanked her profusely, and the black air above her head slowly dissipated.
While Xu Zhiqiong was talking to Mrs. Yuan, the child took the bowl and went to the pot again. He was really hungry.
Xu Zhiqiong stepped forward, grabbed the child back, and threw it on the straw mat. The child hurt from the fall and started crying again.
"This porridge, you can't eat it. The rice is moldy, so why should you eat it?" Xu Zhiqiong picked up the iron pot and threw the pot of porridge out the window.
The child cried so miserably.
No matter how hard you cry, there are some things you can't say.
You say this pot of porridge is poisonous? Was it poisoned by your mother?
How will Yuan face this child in the future?
Xu Zhiqiong put down the iron pot and continued: "One more thing, I heard that you are good at knitting. I have just been promoted to Qingdeng and I don't have any decent clothes. Please make two for me."
After saying that, Xu Zhiqiong took out twenty taels of silver and gave it to Yuan.
Mrs. Yuan was dumbfounded and muttered: "This, this, what are we going to do..."
"What are you doing? Making clothes, two pieces, don't you understand?"
"This, this doesn't take so much..."
"What are you talking about!" Xu Zhiqiong glared, "What is my identity? I am the Eighth Grade Qinglantern Master! Can ordinary clothes be considered good? The material must be good and the knitting must be good. You can make it more carefully for me.
, do it quickly, I’m waiting for it! If something goes wrong, I won’t hit you!”
Xu Zhiqiong turned around and left, and suddenly heard a "pop" sound behind him.
Xu Zhiqiong was furious: "What the hell is wrong with this? I told you not to kneel, why the hell did you..."
Yuan kowtowed to Xu Zhiqiong.
Kowtowed.
The original two-inch-three-inch sin karma on his head was knocked off.
The horn fell to the ground.
It turns out that sinful karma can really be reduced.