Hong Kong Zongli Monks

Chapter 113

Zhixing persuaded him a few more words before dispelling Cha's idea and letting him develop naturally.

"By the way, next time you go to catch the corpse king, can you call me, I want to see!" Yi Mingxian asked with a smile.

"No, it's very dangerous!" Zhixing was stunned and said after thinking for a while.

"I know, but I have confidence in you!" Yi Mingxian said seriously.

"I don't want it anymore. I have a companion who is fair and strict and won't be followed!" Zhixing said after thinking about it.

He just wanted to take them there, so Feng Laosi probably wouldn't let anyone follow him.

"Then you talk to him, we really want to go and have a look, so we can learn a lot!" Yi Mingxian said with a pleading expression.

"Well, if he agrees, let's call you!" Zhixing nodded and said.

"Okay, you have to remember to say it!" Yi Mingxian said hopefully.

"You guys are so interested, it shouldn't matter if you bring a few people!" Zhixing said with a smile.

After saying a few words, Zhixing and Yi Mingxian separated at the intersection outside.

In the Yijia Village where Yi Mingxian lives, his grandfather Yi Xuanguang is a squire in the New Territories, rich and powerful, with his prestige, he is very cohesive.

The other Lin family village is a clan village, the village head is highly respected, and under his leadership, they are also very cohesive.

Only Rongshu Village is a village with mixed surnames, like a loose sand, especially Huang Gen, who is the village head, always for his own benefit, everyone learns from others, and he has lost the feeling of the village.

Huang Gen has been dead for so long, and I don't know who is the village head now. I hope to choose a village head with talent and virtue, so that there will be a peaceful and stable environment.

In the past year, every time I go out, I use escape, and I have never walked through this village. How can I say that I am a member of this village.

"Uncle Tan, look at your sad face, what happened?" Zhixing asked when he saw a middle-aged man in his 50s sitting on the top of a tree with a sad face.

"It turns out, little Taoist priest, I haven't seen you for a long time!" Uncle Tan looked up and saw Zhixing before he said.

"Hehe, I seldom go down the mountain this year!" Zhixing said with a smile.

"Yeah, I saw Huang Gen when he died," Uncle Tan said, shaking his head.

"By the way, Uncle Tan, look at your face, what happened?" Zhixing said to him seriously.

Uncle Tan's name is Tan Hao, and he is not bad. He has a son and a daughter. They are young. I heard that they all have good jobs in Hong Kong and make a lot of money.

His son also bought a house, and Tan Hao and his wife lived there for a while from time to time, but Tan Hao preferred to live in the village.

"My cousin's family was exterminated, and his only son is still unconscious in the hospital. In this era, the family is still being exterminated. What a crime!" Tan Hao sighed and said with a red face.

"It's a bit miserable, but fortunately there is still a son, so it's a blessing!" Zhixing said.

"That's right, the murderer hasn't been caught yet, the body is still in the police station, and the only male is lying in the hospital. It's impossible to help them with their funeral!" Tan Hao said sadly.

"The rules of the police station are like this. There is nothing we can do about it. Unless the murderer is caught or the murderer cannot be found, the funeral arrangements can't be taken care of!" Zhixing also sat next to him and said.

"It's just that there is no way to worry about it!" Tan Hao said listlessly.

"When did it happen?" Zhixing asked after a while.

"Yesterday morning, I didn't know until this afternoon that the police asked me to identify the body!" Tan Hao said slowly.

"It's only been two days, what are you in a hurry for, you have to give time to the police station!" Zhixing said after listening for a moment.

"My wife and children don't have a good relationship with their family. I'm the only one going tomorrow, hey..." Tan Hao sighed again.

"I have nothing to do tomorrow, let's go with you!" Zhixing thought for a while and said.

"We have no relatives for no reason. How could I have the nerve to ask you to accompany me to these bad things!" Tan Hao said in astonishment after hearing this.

"Is there anything good? I'm a Taoist priest. I can do both red and white things, but I haven't received any business since my master!" Zhixing said with a smile.

"That's right, you were a Taoist priest in the first place, so you won't even remember it!" Tan Hao patted his head and said.

Zhixing smiled, but said nothing.

The Taoist temple is not opened, and the little Taoist priests have been shouting, but they have not realized that they are real Taoist priests.

"Then how much did you pay for the trip?" Tan Hao asked again.

"You don't need to pay for it. People are everywhere, and I want to see who did it!" Zhixing said with a wave of his hand.

"What's so interesting, and now the murderer doesn't know who it is!" Tan Hao shook his head and said.

"Maybe I can tell who the murderer is at a glance!" Zhixing said.

"Isn't it, are you that good?" Tan Hao said in disbelief.

"You'll know if you go, I'll come down tomorrow morning, let's go with you, you don't need to pay for it!" Zhixing patted him on the shoulder and said.

After speaking, he walked up the mountain.

Tan Hao stared blankly at Zhi Xingxing, wanted to say, but didn't know what to say, ordinary people would have fled away long ago for such trivial things.

Now he actually delivered it to the door by himself, so that Tan Hao didn't know what to say.

When Zhixing returned to the Taoist temple, he saw that Feng Laosi was drawing the formation cards, meticulous and serious, and felt embarrassed to disturb him.

When I arrived at the medicinal field, I looked at the green land. Although it had only been planted for two or three months, the medicine was already a year old.

This is the effect of Feng Laosi pouring spiritual rain every day. It turns out that the spiritual rain technique not only makes the plants grow better, but also has an acceleration function. Unfortunately, it is not as powerful as Han Paopao's Sky Palm Bottle.

"Uncle Feng, don't rush to practice, take your time!" Zhixing said to Feng Laosi while eating.

"I'm not in a hurry, don't worry, I know how to combine work and rest, and I won't mess around!" Feng Laosi rolled his eyes and said.

"Hee hee, I'm afraid you will be impatient if you want to break through quickly!" Zhixing said with a smile.

"Are you in a hurry? Don't worry. I've been practicing for decades. I understand these principles!" Feng Laosi said.

He continued to ask: "Did you go to the detective agency today, did you receive any orders, do you want to help?"

"Just arrived, I went to Huangshan Village with others!" Zhixing said casually.

"Going again? What are you doing!" Feng Lao Si frowned and asked.

"I used to know a friend who is a folklorist. He wanted to write a paper on a century-old ghost village and asked me to hunt ghosts. How did I know it was Huangshan Village!" Zhixing said with a smile.

"What a coincidence? Didn't I ask clearly when I called you at the beginning?" Feng Laosi asked.

"No, I believe that they are not people who just talk about it. They just went like this. Who knew it was Huangshan Village. That's right. There are so many ghost villages in the inland area!" Zhixing shook his head and said.

"You really just let that female ghost guard there, so you're not afraid of accidents?" Feng Laosi looked at Zhixing and asked.

"It's impossible to save her from reincarnation. Her life experience is so pitiful, and it's not easy to beat her out of her wits. Besides, those villagers have committed crimes. As long as they don't commit crimes now, let her stay there!" Zhixing thought for a while. Said.

(End of this chapter)