The poor monk who wears books will not go to hell

Zhang Shuhua's Second Martial Uncle died inexplicably in his own house, judging from the circumstances, he should have been killed by someone else.

Yao Changyun and all his disciples were sad and angry. Their elixir Gu has always been kind to others and did not participate in disputes in the cultivation world. Why was their elder still killed?

He Jilin observed the scene in the courtyard, and found that the courtyard was full of elixirs, and the second master's alchemy furnace was still warm, leaving a little fragrance of the medicine. He presumably made a batch of elixirs before he died.

Zhang Shuhua saw that his precious spirit grass was still well placed on the medicine shelf, but he couldn't take care of it anymore. Although the second uncle was usually crazy, when he was a child, the second uncle was still a very good person , took good care of himself, and now that he died suddenly, he couldn't help feeling sad and wept loudly.

Li Jinglan was worried and wanted to comfort him, but he didn't know where to start.

He Jilin closed his eyes, and silently recited the Buddhist scriptures. The soft golden light fell on the body of the Second Martial Uncle. The terrified expression on the Second Martial Uncle's face gradually eased, and finally became serene.

"Thank you, little friend Jilin." Yao Changyun sighed and said to He Jilin.

He Jilin shook his head and said, "What a poor monk should do."

Although Yao Changyun was grieved, but he was the master of the valley after all, so he could only pull himself together and said, "Second junior brother usually does not go out of the valley except for alchemy, and he has no enemies, why was he killed?"

Yuan Cheng, the eldest disciple of Yao Changyun, pondered for a while, and said: "Master, the second uncle has not come out of the valley, and the person who killed him does not seem to be a disciple of the elders in the valley, so it can only be someone from outside the valley who sneaked into the valley and killed the second uncle." Uncle Master was killed."

"But why did you kill the second uncle?" Some other disciples asked in confusion.

Indeed, who is going to kill the elders of the Spirit Medicine Valley?The disciples of Spirit Medicine Valley were puzzled.

Some people looked at Li Jinglan and He Jilin with some hesitation in their eyes, and began to whisper, after all, only these two people in the valley were outsiders.

Even Zhang Shuhua stopped crying, and his eyes fell on Li Jinglan.

Because He Jilin has been with him all the time, it is impossible to kill the second uncle, but Li Jinglan is different. He has stayed in the elixir valley for two years and knows the layout of the valley well. Killing a small Jindan stage alchemist silently in a short period of time is as easy as pie.

Li Jinglan sensed the meaning in Zhang Shuhua's gaze, took a step back with a wry smile, and said in a dismal way, "You suspect it's me too?"

Zhang Shuhua narrowed his eyes and asked in a hoarse voice: "After entering the valley, where did you go? What did you do?"

Li Jinglan looked at him and said seriously: "If I say that I will stay in my own room, do you believe it or not?"

Zhang Shuhua was silent.

Li Jinglan's complexion gradually changed. He looked around suspiciously around him expressionlessly, and said in a deep voice, "If I wanted to take his life, I would have taken it long ago. Why wait until now?"

"Maybe you just killed the Second Senior Uncle on impulse! What does it have to do with how long you stay?" a disciple asked.

Li Jinglan smiled "hehe", "You don't find out the real culprit as soon as possible, but instead suspect me. Should I say that you are stupid in alchemy?"

"The real culprit is you! Why do you need to investigate again?"

"Okay!" Yao Changyun said loudly, and the rest of the people fell silent.

"Li Daoyou, there is no trace of the death of the second junior brother, but until the real culprit is found out, you can't leave the elixir valley. I wonder if Li Daoyou agrees?"

Li Jinglan looked at Zhang Shuhua who was bowing his head in silence, so he nodded and turned to leave.

When walking to He Jilin's side, He Jilin nodded slightly towards him, Li Jinglan was taken aback, the corners of his mouth curled up a little, it's not like no one believed him.

He Jilin knew that Li Jinglan didn't kill Zhang Shuhua's second uncle, because he was a member of the Liujian sect, so He Jilin treated him well. After entering the valley and separated, he left a wisp of spiritual consciousness on him, Li Jinglan He really went back to his own room, because He Jilin's cultivation was slightly higher than his, Li Jinglan never noticed it.

The real culprit was someone else, but He Jilin didn't want to scare the snake, so he had to wrong Li Jinglan first.

After burying the second uncle, Zhang Shuhua brought He Jilin back to the house with red eyes.

He sat down and said to He Jilin: "Although the second master's alchemy talent is good, his cultivation talent is very poor in comparison. Since he knew that his lifespan was approaching, he began to refine the Qiankun Pill day and night. It’s just that part of the recipe of Qiankun Pill has been lost, and it’s not complete, so the refined pills have become waste products.” Seeing He Jilin listening quietly, he couldn’t help but smile awkwardly, “What are you talking about? Feel sorry."

He Jilin smiled and shook his head, "I don't know what is the use of this Qiankun Pill?"

Zhang Shuhua replied: "I heard that it can improve the cultivation level to the maximum. The master said that if the refining is really successful, the second uncle may reach the cultivation level of the late Yuanying stage."

There is a gap of 500 years between the late Yuanying and the late Jindan, so I can't blame the second uncle for being so crazy.

"Can those discarded pills be remade?" He Jilin asked, if not, wouldn't it be a pity?

Zhang Shuhua shook his head slowly, "After the pill is refined, there is no possibility of returning it, but those Qiankun Pills and Abandoned Pills are still useful."

He Jilin was about to ask him what his use was, when he heard a knock on the door outside the courtyard.

"Junior brother, are you there?" It was Yuan Cheng's voice.

Zhang Shuhua got up and went to open the door, "Brother, why did you come here?"

Seeing his red eyes and the tip of his nose, Yuan Cheng felt a little sentimental, he handed the spirit herb in his hand to Zhang Shuhua, and said: "Don't be sad, second uncle no longer needs to be trapped in distress, it's a kind of relief. This is your treasure, Master asked me to bring it back to you."

Zhang Shuhua took it in a daze, and said in a hoarse voice: "Thank you, senior brother."

Yuan Cheng patted him on the shoulder with a smile, "Aren't you going to invite senior brother to sit down?"

Only then did Zhang Shuhua come to his senses, and hurriedly brought Yuan Cheng into the house.

In the room, He Jilin was sitting there in a daze, and there seemed to be a hint of sadness in his eyes.

"Yuan Cheng has met Master Jilin." Although he was of the same generation as He Jilin, his cultivation level was far behind He Jilin's, so his tone was somewhat respectful.

Only then did He Jilin come back to his senses, hurriedly got up and stood up, and returned a salute, "The poor monk is rude, I hope Master Yuan will forgive me."

Yuan Cheng is relatively honest, he seems to have a good temper, he doesn't care about these things, and said with a smile: "Master Jilin is serious. It's just that I see that the master's mind is not in line, are you still sad about what happened just now?"

He Jilin smiled lightly and said, "I hope seniors can rest in peace." In fact, it was not because of this incident that he was in a daze just now, but because Chun Wu tried to communicate with him with spiritual knowledge, but he didn't respond unilaterally. Thinking of Chun Wu, I feel guilty.

Yuan Cheng chatted with them for a while and then left. Zhang Shuhua lay on the table sleepily, with worry on his face besides sadness.

"Jilin, do you think that guy Li Jinglan would really kill the second uncle? But why?" His big eyes were full of confusion.

He Jilin said: "It depends on what you think."

"Me?" Zhang Shuhua was puzzled.

"Do you think Li benefactor will do such a thing?" He Jilin looked at him and asked.

Zhang Shuhua faltered and said: "Actually, I... don't know either."

"The murderer didn't leave any obvious traces in the senior's wound, just wanted to hide his identity."

"So, is Li Jinglan trying to hide his identity?" Zhang Shuhua's eyes widened.

He Jilin laughed and shook his head and asked, "Why do you think of Li benefactor first?"

Zhang Shuhua opened his mouth, and explained with a flickering expression: "Because, because he has a high level of cultivation, and he is still an outsider..." He couldn't continue talking at this point.

"Perhaps, this is what the murderer wants you to think?"

Zhang Shuhua's brain started to work, "Jilin, then who do you think if it wasn't Li Jinglan?"

He Jilin shook his head, "The poor monk doesn't know either." But looking at the surprised and terrified eyes of the second uncle before he died, maybe the identity of the murderer is not ordinary?

"By the way, what's the use of the Qiankun Pill and Abolition Pill you just mentioned?"

Zhang Shuhua thought for a while and said: "I heard from my master that it seems that this waste pill can also improve people's cultivation, but it has a lot of side effects, so the second uncle never took it."

"What kind of sequelae?"

"Master didn't tell me, and I don't know." Zhang Shuhua cheered up and said, "Jilin, if Li Jinglan is really the murderer, I..."

He Jilin said: "I was in a hurry before, if you are worried, you might as well go to your uncle's house to search again, maybe the murderer left some clues."

Zhang Shuhua's eyes lit up, "That's right! I'm going now! You come with me!"

He dragged He Jilin to the Second Martial Uncle's room, and as soon as he entered, he found a person standing in the courtyard.

"Eldest brother? Why are you here?" Zhang Shuhua asked.

"Benefactor Yuan." He Jilin saluted.

Yuan Cheng returned a salute to He Jilin first, and then answered Zhang Shuhua: "Little brother, the master just felt that something was wrong, so he asked me to come over to see if there is anything missing, how about you?"

Zhang Shuhua came to him, "You also think something is wrong, don't you? I also feel something strange, so come and have a look."

Yuan Chengdao looked calmly: "It's hard for you to think so much, so let's go together."

The three began to search in every corner of the house, and He Jilin gradually discovered something strange, but it was inconvenient to ask now.

Zhang Shuhua searched carefully bit by bit. In fact, he was not willing to believe that Li Jinglan was the murderer, so he was very cautious about this matter that might restore his innocence.

Yuan Cheng searched the house and found nothing unusual, so he went out of the house and asked the two people in the yard: "Little brother, Master Jilin, did you gain anything?"

Zhang Shuhua was about to answer when he suddenly saw a

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"Junior brother?" Yuan Cheng approached him and asked.