A gentleman riding a red dust smile

The two slept in the spiritual cage overnight, and most of their spiritual power recovered, and they finally untied the spiritual cage and regained their freedom.

Yu Jian rushed to join Ke Yanche near the Joint Monitoring Station.Song Lingshuang was a little surprised. It turned out that the so-called joint monitoring station was the former Bailing Market.The people from Xianmen know how to use waste.

It's all because Song Lingshuang can't see the light for the time being, so he can only call Ke Yanche out with the message technique. Otherwise, Song Lingshuang really wants to go in and see if they even leave Hua Zhongyang's magnificent house covered in gold and silver intact. Actively used.

As soon as Ke Yanche saw Changsun Jue, he looked at him with a strange face and asked with a smile, "How is it? Are you asleep?"

Changsun Jue's face changed, and Jun Xiao flew over without saying a word.This move startled Song Lingshuang.

Changsun Jue was meant to be a deterrent, but Ke Yanche easily blocked Jun Xiao, and his smile became even worse, "Huaijing, what are you doing? I just asked if you all slept well last night?"

Jun Xiao pulled back the sheath, Changsun Jue coughed twice, and glared at Ke Yanche with a livid face, "It's not very good!"

With a cold face and bad temper at the moment, it was like the eldest grandson Jue Song Lingshuang knew back then.He didn't know what kind of flirtatious those two people were flirting with each other when they met, anyway, watching them made him feel uncomfortable.

Obviously this person was only angry with me before...

Wait a minute, I feel uncomfortable all over, is it because of abuse?Song Lingshuang trembled all over, and began to deeply examine her distorted mentality.

Ke Yanche explained the situation in a few words.It turns out that the increasing darkening of monsters and beasts is not limited to Qingzhou, and the harm to the common people is also increasing. The various families of Xianmen are reviewing their countermeasures.

Changsun Jue briefly informed Ke Yanche of his and Song Lingshuang's plans for the future, and also talked about the layout and opinions on eliminating the darkened monsters, "The rest, you discuss with your mother."

Ke Yanche looked at him with something special in his eyes, but rarely said much, just patted Chang Sun Jue on the shoulder and said, "Be careful all the way."

It's time to explain, Song Lingshuang and Changsun Jue set off immediately.The two plan to start with Qianzhou, the farthest place, and then go to Nanling, leaving Xiqi at the end.

Song Lingshuang found it strange that the eldest grandson Jue, the future head of the clan, would stay away from home all day long, and would accompany him to do things that had nothing to do with family affairs. Even Mrs. Shuang and the elders of the clan let him do nothing.But I didn't say anything, so it's not easy for him to ask.

The first one they visited didn't yield much.The disciple was diagnosed with an incurable disease since he was born. The doctor said that he would not live to be twenty. When he was sent to practice in the immortal sect, it was the last hope of his family members, who pointed out that practice could improve his physique.But God failed to fulfill his wishes after all. Although he lived past twenty years, he became ill at the age of 22. He left Qingyan Mountain because he wanted to spend his last days with his family.He died a few months after returning home.

A person who is about to die has no hatred or grudge against the Song family, and his family has not made a fortune after his death.It is unlikely that this person is an inner ghost.But this does not completely rule out his suspicion, after all, it is also possible to be blackmailed.

Seeing Song Lingshuang's silence, Changsun Jue comforted him, "This is the first one, so don't be discouraged."

Song Lingshuang shook his head and said with a smile: "I'm here to do my best. It depends on the sky whether the confusion can be solved. What's there to be discouraged? I just think that although I didn't know him before I was alive, but after all, I was a brother of the same school. I want to give He burns incense sticks."

Song Lingshuang's eldest grandson Jue had already left, but because of Song Lingshuang's words, they turned around again, and after obtaining the consent of the family members, they respectfully put incense sticks on the deceased.

The location of the second outer disciple is not far away.The two arrived at Zhehe City in the southeast of Qianchuan that night.

The southeast of Qianchuan is dominated by mountain mausoleums, and a large river meanders between the mountains, like a dragon dormant in the mountains, so it is called the Sting River.

Sting River City got its name because a tributary of the Sting River passes through the city, and the river divides the town into two.The east city is more lively and prosperous, the main street shops, and the houses of rich families are all here.The west city is relatively sparsely populated, not as rich and prosperous as the east city, but there are more lotus ponds and trees, and it is leisurely and clean.

There are no shops in front of the city and no shops in the back of the city, so it can be regarded as remote.So when Song Lingshuang and Changsun Jue came here, they were surprised by its scale and prosperity.

They found the house of this outer disciple in Xicheng according to the address, but they stopped in shock when they reached the door.

In front of them was an abandoned house.

The gate of the house has not been repaired for a long time and is cracked, and weeds grow wantonly beside it.Half of the wall on one side collapsed, and some of the houses inside the wall had already collapsed, and the ones that were barely standing were also sooted that they couldn't see their original appearance.

In desperation, Song Lingshuang and Changsun Jue could only ask the people around them.

"You mean that old house? Oh, yes, it seems that the person who lived there was named Chen. I'm not familiar with that family. Not long after I moved here, the house was burned down. The owner and his family were burned to death. Oh, no, I heard that not all of them died. But with so many people dying in one night, those who survived must also feel that this place is unlucky, who would dare to live here!"

"The Chen family used to live in that house. It's really pitiful to say it. The big house was burned down a few years before it was built. I heard that the youngest son of his family, who was a cultivator, happened to come back to visit relatives and was burned to death. You say it's unlucky No bad luck! Is there no such blessing, if people say no, it will be gone!"

"The youngest son of the Chen family? That's right, he died because of the fire ten years ago. He was burned to death before he woke up at night. The old couple didn't escape. Yes, the eldest daughter-in-law brought her grandson I escaped. Orphans and widows have nothing to rely on in this town. I heard that they went back to their natal family. Where is the natal family? I really don’t know.”

There is no shortage of idlers in the backcountry, and the two asked every household here.It was getting dark, but Song Lingshuang had a general understanding of the situation.

The family background of the outer sect disciple surnamed Chen was not good. It is said that he got some money from distant relatives and suddenly built a big house.The youngest son has joined the fairy gate again, and it seems to outsiders that the timing has come.

It's a pity that the good times didn't last long. Ten years ago, a fire almost killed the whole family.Even the youngest son, who was originally cultivating immortals, happened to be visiting relatives at home, but he was not spared, leaving a pair of orphans and widows who returned to their natal family.After all, many people died in this house, and no one dared to clean it up, so it has been abandoned ever since.

"Ten years ago, there was a big fire." Changsun Jue pondered.

"This fire is strange." Song Lingshuang said.

Changsun Jue: "You suspect that Chen Lin is an inner ghost?" Chen Lin is the name of this outer disciple.

Song Lingshuang said: "Anyway, I have also practiced in Qingyan Mountain for five years. No matter what the state is, how can I not even be able to handle the water at home? The water talisman is an elementary talisman, not to mention extinguishing the fire in the whole house, to protect myself and my family. Wuyu is more than enough."

Changsun Jue: "The neighbors said that he was burned to death in his sleep, so it can be seen that the fire started in the middle of the night."

Song Lingshuang: "Cultivators have five senses, and are much more sensitive to danger than ordinary people. It's not like I, a disciple of the Song family's outer sect, don't even have this basic quality."

Changsun Jue nodded, "Chen Lin is indeed suspicious."

Song Lingshuang: "This matter still needs to be investigated carefully. It seems that we have to stay here for a few more days."

The two set up shop in the town.

During dinner, Song Lingshuang deliberately ordered a plate of stinky tofu, picked up a piece with chopsticks and handed it to Changsun Jue, teasing him, "Would you like to have a piece? It smells so good!"

Unexpectedly, Changsun Jue calmly bit the stinky tofu off his chopsticks, chewed it slowly and ate it, and finally commented with a smile on his lips, "Senior brother is right, it is indeed delicious."

Song Lingshuang's hand holding the chopsticks froze for a long time.

He...how did he really eat it?

It's pretty useless for someone to make himself blush and heartbeat instead of molesting him.

On the second day, the two of them inquired in Xicheng for another day, but the harvest was not too great.Song Lingshuang remembered that someone said yesterday that the house hadn't been built for a long time when the Chen family was flooded, so she followed this clue to find the original place where the Chen family lived and found out some news.

The Chen family was originally an ordinary family in Xicheng, but suddenly sold their ancestral house a year ago, bought a larger piece of land, and built a big house, which made many people envious for a while.

Someone asked curiously, Master Chen only said that he inherited a fortune from a distant relative who had no heirs.Although it was a windfall, it didn't look like he was very rich, or he would have moved to Dongcheng sooner.As time went by, no one went to gossip about it.

"It's a coincidence that you suddenly got rich and suddenly lost your fortune," Song Lingshuang said.

Changsun Jue did not refute.Although there is no evidence that Chen Lin has a problem, he doesn't believe in coincidences either.

After visiting for half a day, the two had already returned to Dongcheng, and found a tea shop on the main street, planning to rest for a while before going to the Chen family's abandoned house.

Changsun Jue asked: "Is it possible that Chen Lin was sent to the Song family on purpose?"

Song Lingshuang: "Now that there is no proof of death, it is impossible to be sure. I can only say that it is not impossible."

After all, sending in a chess piece is much easier than instigating a disciple.

Song Lingshuang looked outside, drinking tea while sorting out his thoughts.Inadvertently, he suddenly noticed something unusual in the scene before him.

"A Jue, look at that temple over there, isn't it strange?" Song Lingshuang asked suddenly.

Changsun Jue followed his gaze, and there was indeed a temple on the side of the long street.It is rare to see temples built on bustling streets, but occasionally there are. If it is only because of this, Song Lingshuang will not make a fuss.

Changsun Jue asked, "Where is the blame?"

"Look, the gate, wall and roof tiles of the temple are full of color, and it should be repaired regularly. The house next to the main hall looks newer than other buildings, and it is likely to have been expanded not long ago. These are the signs of the peak of incense. But we I've been sitting here for some time, but I haven't seen anyone go in, do you think it's strange?" Song Lingshuang shook the teacup slightly.

Although this person is casual most of the time, his observation skills are astonishingly detailed when he is serious.

Changsun Jue knew that his curious problem had happened again.This is something that the young eldest grandson Jue admired very much, and when he was a teenager, he hated it very much.He took a sip of tea quietly and said, "Then take a look, anyway, we'll be on the way."

As soon as they said it, they went to the temple after drinking tea and paying the bill, only to find that this is a river temple.In the temple, apart from Song Lingshuang and Changsun Jue who had just entered, there were only young monks sitting on the sidelines chanting sutras.

The River God sits cross-legged in the center of the hall, with scales that have not receded visible on his hands and feet. Judging from their luster and coloring, it is indeed as Song Lingshuang speculates that they should be taken care of from time to time.

Song Lingshuang circled around the statue a few times and stopped in front of the little monk.

The young monk looked about ten years old. When he heard someone approaching, he opened his eyes and asked kindly, "What's the matter with the benefactor?"

Song Lingshuang said: "I'm sorry to bother you, but I would like to ask if there is only one river temple in this town?"

"Yes."

"This is strange. A friend of mine told me that the River God Temple in Sting River City is an old temple... I wonder if I have found the wrong place."

The little monk asked, "Excuse me, benefactor, when did your friend come to this temple?"

Song Lingshuang made a nonsense, "He lived here when he was young, and then moved away. It should have happened more than 20 years ago."

The little monk smiled and said, "The benefactor probably didn't find the wrong place. It was really old 20 years ago. Thanks to Mr. Xiulian, this river temple has been able to take on a new look these years."

Song Lingshuang was a little surprised, and asked, "Mr. Xiulian? Mr. Xiulian, the second head of Xiqi?"

"Exactly."

"May I ask if there is any relationship between Lord Xiulian and your temple?"

There are so many temples in the world, and this river temple is located in a remote place, and it is not well-known, so why did it fall into the eyes of the majestic Xiqi Xiulian?

Song Lingshuang couldn't help blurting out the doubts in his heart in surprise, and only after he finished speaking did he realize that he was a little rude, and showed an apologetic expression.

The little monk smiled and said that he didn't mind, "The benefactor doesn't know. Xiulian Jun's mother's family was originally in this small town. It is said that Xiulian Jun's mother often came here to pray for her family before she got married. Xiulian Jun misses Mrs. Xie, not only has she treated master and us disciples kindly, she has even invested in repairs over the years. In fact, not only our River God Temple, but also this city of Sting River, Mr. Xiulian has contributed a lot. Build embankments, pave roads and build bridges , where is there no credit for Mr. Xiulian?"

Song Lingshuang recalled that Mrs. Shuang once said that the original wife of the old Suzerain Xie was born in Qianchuan, but she did not expect that it was this city of Zhehe.

Song Lingshuang wanted to ask a few more questions, but the little monk suddenly shouted behind him, "Grandma Ying, why are you here alone again? What's wrong with Sister Zhi'er!"

Song Lingshuang followed the prestige, and saw a gray-haired, hunched old woman who entered the temple at some point, kneeling in front of the river god, muttering, unable to hear what she was chanting.

The old woman looked over upon hearing the sound, her gaze resting on Changsun Jue who was dressed in white.

She stood up tremblingly, with an excited expression, and even her steps were a little swaying.She pushed away the little monk who was helping her, walked straight to Changsun Jue, and knelt down, "My lord! My lord, you are here. Please forgive me, my lord! He's still a child, it's not his fault." ah!"

The old woman burst into tears as she spoke, feeling very sad.

Changsun Jue was bewildered by this inexplicable encounter, and quickly bent down to help him.Unexpectedly, the old woman refused to get up, so Changsun Jue could only look to Song Lingshuang for help.

Song Lingshuang was also taken aback by the sudden behavior of the old woman, and even went to pull her up with the little monk but failed to get her up.

She tugged at the hem of Changsun Jue's clothes and refused to let go, "Miss is gone, if you don't forgive young master, Ying'er will kneel in front of the river god for the rest of your life until your anger subsides."

The little monk knew that Granny Ying was usually unconscious, but she had never made such a fuss, and she didn't know what to do.

Song Lingshuang was also helpless, and asked the little monk, "Little master knows this mother-in-law?"

The little monk nodded and said: "Grandma Ying is the maidservant of Mrs. Xiulian's family that I mentioned to the two of you just now. I heard that she is Mrs. Xie's personal maid. When Mrs. Xie married into the Xianmen, she accompanied her to the past Yes, Mrs. Xie returned to her mother's house after her death. Later, her mother's master passed away, and the eldest son had a business in the south, so the whole family moved south. Only Granny Ying refused to leave.

"Mr. Xiulian thought of taking care of her when she was a child, so she hired someone to take care of Granny Ying. I don't know if it's because she's getting older, but she's getting more and more confused these years, and often loses her mind. Whenever she doesn't take care of her, she runs to the temple and refuses to Let's go, but it's never been like today." He touched his bald head a little anxiously, "It seems that he regards this benefactor as the old suzerain. What should I do?"

He didn't find the clue he was looking for, so he entered the temple unintentionally, but met the maidservant of Mr. Xiulian's birth mother. This was something Song Lingshuang never expected.Moreover, this Granny Ying recognized Changsun Jue as her son, which...

Song Lingshuang: "Why does Granny Ying recognize him as Old Sovereign Xie?"

The little monk was not sure, he opened his eyes wide and said, "Probably because of the white clothes?"

Song Lingshuang: "Little Master, I don't think you are very old, how do you know that old Sect Master Xie is wearing white clothes?"

Little monk: "Everyone in Zhehe City knows about the fate between the white-clothed fairy and Miss Xie's family! The white-clothed fairy is old suzerain Xie!"

Only then did Song Lingshuang understand.He changed his mind and had an idea, "Miss Ying'er, your young master has come to see you, why don't you hurry up and take him to see your young master?"

Granny Ying stopped crying when she heard the words, and looked up at Changsun Jue, as if seeking affirmation.

Chang Sun Jue nodded slightly.

Granny Ying had a smile on her face, hope in her eyes, "Okay! Okay! Young Master, come with me!" As she spoke, she pulled Changsun Jue to go out.

Song Lingshuang asked the little monk, "Master, do you know where my mother-in-law lives, and the two of us will send her back."

The little monk turned his worries into joy, and said gratefully, "Thank you two benefactors!" Then he told the two of Granny Ying's residence.

Song Lingshuang: "Miss Ying'er, your master sent a message that the young master is not at the house now, but is playing elsewhere. Would you like to come and see him with us?"

Granny Ying nodded quickly, as if Changsun Jue was willing to go with her to see the "little son" in her mouth. Song Lingshuang.

She froze for a moment, then suddenly hid behind Changsun Jue, showing fear.

Song Lingshuang smiled wryly, "She pesters you, but is afraid of me? What does this mean? Could it be because I'm not wearing white clothes?"

Changsun Jue glanced at Song Lingshuang, and comforted him, "You don't have to be afraid of him."

Granny Ying: "He...he is a bad person..."

Before Song Lingshuang could refute, Changsun Jue said, "He's not a bad guy, he's just my servant."

Song Lingshuang: "..."