Fu Gujing and the others are all masters, and their positions are very particular. They had noticed someone going up the mountain a moment ago. Of course, they didn't notice it as early as the donkey. Who wants people to wander around with nothing to do?
Facing the stares from Qi Huanhuan, the three tourists who came up the mountain couldn't stand it anymore.
There were too many bandits, and they all seemed to be masters, and their hearts beat incessantly.
At about five o'clock in the evening, someone discovered a fire on the top of the mountain in the direction of Xianling Temple. No one dared to go up the mountain in the dark. No one knew what big thing happened on the mountain. Until the sun was high, You Xiu, who was responsible for the security of this area, couldn't stand the town anymore. Many people said that they must go up the mountain to see what is going on?
Otherwise, if something goes wrong and the city calls for questioning, how will they respond?
Yun Qiuhe saw that the landlord Zhang Guanzhu didn't seem to want to come forward, so he took out the silver token, walked over, and said: "This case will be taken over by the Daolu Branch. You should keep your mouth shut, appease other people, and don't go up the mountain to cause trouble. Understand?"
"Yes, yes, I understand. Please don't worry, sir. No one will come up the mountain to disturb me. I'll take my leave!"
Leader You Xiu obviously knew the law enforcement guard badge of Daolu branch, so he led his men down the mountain as if he was granted amnesty.
It was so tragic, with blood everywhere and corpses separated, how could they dare to participate?
It's really weird. In just a few days, two murder cases occurred in this town. It's so weird.
Zhang Wenfeng paid attention and saw that the ghost named Gu Quan was not among them.
Fu Gujing continued to be busy, taking out all the belongings of the bandit leader and placing them on the ground.
He was able to analyze it through the three banknotes that were still somewhat moist. Zhang Guanzhu searched the body. This was obvious. The front of the first of the three banknotes was evenly damp, and it was on the face. The edge of the middle one was moist, and it was the same as the third banknote. The humidity of one picture is the same, the bottom one has fine soil on the back, and the edges are slightly wet.
Comparative analysis of various clues can lead to conclusions:
Zhang Guanzhu did not take out the banknote.
Opening the two booklets and flipping through them, Fu Gujing said with a smile: "The silver and other things come second. These evil practices and harmful things must be handed over and not kept secretly. The superiors take this matter very seriously."
The words have already hinted very directly. In addition to evil cultivation techniques, you can get silver and other items, brother.
Zhang Wenfeng looked normal. He would know the rules next time.
The benefits can be obtained but cannot be explained.
Fu Gujing continued to examine the body of the female thief. Looking at the large dent in the left temple and the blood-stained and deformed head, he was a little confused. What kind of heavy weapon caused such huge damage?
Seeing that Brother Zhang didn't seem to want to explain, he didn't ask any more questions. Who doesn't have a little secret?
When he was about to check the last white zombie whose body was separated, he whispered: "Living corpses are rare."
He pulled out the iron drill with force and asked curiously: "Who in your Taoist temple still uses this?"
The old lame man stepped forward, took the iron hammer, and said with a smile: "The little old man used the iron hammer to make the fire. He grabbed it in a hurry to deal with the thieves, and made the adults laugh."
Fu Gujing looked at the lame old man who was not injured, gave a thumbs up and said with a smile: "You have a treasured gun! It's a very powerful shot!"
He could judge the opponent's path through the angle of the wound and the old lame man's subconscious posture when he took over the iron drill.
"What the hell, you are so complimentary!"
The old lame man smiled from ear to ear. Men like to be praised by others for their treasured guns and their heroic deeds.
Yun Qiuhe didn't understand what the senior brother and the old man Banla were laughing at.
After finishing here, the second senior brother ran back with a large jar of sorghum wine in his right hand, two gourds on his shoulders, and a hanging fish and meat in his left hand. In the morning, the old cripple specially gave some scattered copper coins and told the second brother
When I went to the city, I bought wine and meat to celebrate the three people's murder of thieves.
As for the clothes, I don't really care about them. I just want to wear something that doesn't expose my buttocks.
Two gourds are the items needed by the visitor.
After Fu Gujing finished packing all the evidence, Yun Qiuhe packed up the body with ease. After washing their hands, they went to the Taoist temple to offer incense. They refused Zhang Guanzhu's invitation to stay with them for tea and dinner, and hurried back to the city with their belongings.
Dean Wu is still waiting for the case to be concluded, and they cannot stay long.
Three people and one donkey in the Taoist temple worked for half a morning, using clean water, brooms, and hoes to clean up the blood and dirt in the wheat drying field.
I filled in a lot more soil and rolled it back and forth until it was smooth and new. It looked much more comfortable.
The lunch included wine, fish and fresh meat, which was very rich. The old lame man poured a bowl of sorghum wine for the donkey and put it aside on the ground to reward the donkey for showing his intelligence.
The old lame man sighed with emotion: "Other people's dogs can look after homes and homes, but our Taoist temple's donkeys are even better. They can also help in fights. They are very evil. So, from now on, donkeys will also be part of our Taoist temple."
"Yes, the donkey has the credit."
The second senior brother agreed.
When the black donkey tasted the wine, he was not polite. He drank up every drop of the wine, which was very generous.
The patrons at the table usually don't drink, and even if they do, they only taste a small bowl.
The second senior brother refused to drink any more after three bowls at most, and he also learned to be cunning. The old lame man couldn't find a drinking companion, but when he saw the donkey drinking happily, he looked at the novelty, so he poured another bowl for the donkey, and each person drank happily.
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Zhang Wenfeng doesn't talk much at the dinner table. Unless it's a banquet, he puts the bowl away after eating.
After washing my face and hands, I went to the west hall to drink tea and ponder the magic. After a while, I suddenly heard the old lame man laughing and scolding from outside: "Asshole, when you get drunk, your wine is not good, and you become drunk and crazy."
Yo."
When I got up and went out, I saw a stumbling donkey falling to the ground outside the dining hall, and it turned over drunk.
This may be the first time the donkey lies down on the ground to sleep.
The instigator, the old cripple, slapped his legs and laughed. He was also drunk, and he was staggering and walking unsteadily. Seeing the viewer looking at him calmly, the old cripple coughed, hunched his neck and slipped into the kitchen without coming out.
I don't know why, but the current viewer, Brother Feng, is so experienced and steady that he felt guilty after he made a big joke.
This was not the case before. After all, it was different to become a monk or a god.
In the afternoon, Zhang Wenfeng and his second senior brother went barefoot, picked up soil and manure together with a dung basket, spread a layer of retting black soil fertilizer on the leveled land, and then used shovels and hoes to dig ditches to make long wheat ridges.
Then one person used a sharp-nosed hoe to dig a hole, and the other person carried a bamboo basket, scattered the wheat seeds that had been selected earlier, and pulled out the soil to cover it.
This is all physically hard work, repeated over and over again, even though both of them have great cultivation, their backs are so tired.
While sitting under the shade of a field tree to rest and drink water, Zhang Wenfeng pointed to the northwest and said, "I plan to buy those two hills and the forest and use them as Taoist property. After they are reclaimed, they will be planted with fruits and vegetables."
, rice, corn, sweet potatoes, wheat, etc..."
The second senior brother choked on a mouthful of cold water until it spurted out of his nostrils and coughed for a while before he stopped.
The visitor was so bold that he was frightened.
Zhang Wenfeng said with a smile: "Of course it's not for the two of us to farm the fields ourselves, otherwise we wouldn't be able to do it without practicing.
I plan to build five or six brick and tile houses on the short hill in the south. The Taoist temple will recruit at least twenty or thirty apprentices. This is just the first batch. It will be decided later depending on the situation. Apprentices who fail the annual assessment will be sent home with a hundred cents.
Three years later, he became a formal Taoist disciple.
If we don't open up more land, it won't be enough for them to work and experience the hardships of life. In the early stage, we can ask nearby farmers to open up the land and we can make money."
He is stupid to turn himself into a real farmer.
The joy of farming does not mean picking up manure every day.
Of course, monks still focus on cultivating their minds, practicing kung fu, and improving their cultivation.