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"Oh, how could this be?"

The porter beat the tofu into the bowl Yue Lin handed over, picked up the burden, and continued to sell in the streets, but when he reached the yard next door, he didn't stop, but hurried away like a god of plague. .

Yue Lin held the bowl and looked back at the figure under the yellow horned tree.

Chu Hanjin also heard it, and raised his eyes.

The two were silent for a while.

"Will it have something to do with the envoy who summoned last night?"

They looked at each other, unable to speak.Chu Hanjin stoked the fire in the stove: "Hurry up and eat, and as expected, someone will come over to ask questions."

as predicted.

Just halfway through the meal, there was a knock on the door, and two men in black walked into the yard, their eyebrows were like electricity, and after looking around the yard, they asked in a less polite tone, "Are you tenants of this landlord?"

Chu Hanjin said: "Yes."

"Why is the landlord dead, and you still have leisure time to eat?"

Apparently he put his suspicions on the two of them, Chu Han didn't change his expression: "There are already enough people watching outside the courtyard, if you go to watch again, I'm afraid I'll disturb the family of the deceased. We will naturally go to offer condolences when the mourning hall is settled."

The other party pinched him with eyes and snorted: "Did you hear any abnormalities last night?"

Chu Hanjin talked about hearing him being called away by the envoy in the middle of the night, and the two looked at each other impatiently: "The envoy is looking for him for something! But let him go after finding him. You don’t know at all. Don’t spread these words everywhere, as if the envoy killed him!”

The man in black pressed his hand on the hilt of the knife, and before leaving, he said: "You two have serious suspicions, and you must not leave without authorization before this case is solved."

The door slammed shut with a haste.

"It's a good meal." Yue Lin raised his eyebrows: "It seems that they are very anxious to find the murderer."

Chu Hanjin sat down on the chair: "The reason why the people of Yushui City disobeyed the monks of Rongku Taoism and the control of these defected monks from outside is obviously because they have a better reputation. Now there are rumors that the envoys have killed people. It has caused panic, and it must be broken as soon as possible, otherwise there will be a crisis of trust."

After a few words, there were new footsteps outside the door.

This time, the two who walked in side by side wore white uniforms and long swords. They were monks guarding Yushui City.

"Do you know that Master Lu next door is dead?" they asked.

Yue Lin: "I know."

"The corpse was found in the ditch. The death was cruel. The skin below the waist was burned by the spell, and the body was stabbed to pieces by the sword. There is resentment in the body, which is obviously done by the monk who formed the alchemy. Have you found anything recently? abnormal?"

The handsome monk's name was Shen Ji, his voice was languid, and he didn't pay much attention to the questions.

Chu Hanjin talked about what happened last night.

Shen Ji was not very surprised, and nodded: "Except for the two, other people nearby also confessed in the same way. It seems that they were summoned by the envoy late at night, and this statement is true."

The monk beside him looked solemn: "They are the ones who have killed people and are speechless."

Chu Han said nothing now.

But Yue Lin raised his voice, almost deliberately, and asked, "Who is it?"

"Of course it's their good envoys, the rebels who broke into Yushui City." Shen Ji snorted, "I can't pretend now, can I? Demon cultivators are demon cultivators, and their hypocrisy will be revealed to the public sooner or later."

"Two, thank you!"

The two monks cupped their hands and strode out of the courtyard gate.

Leaving Yuelin and Chu Hanjin standing in the yard.

They looked at each other for a moment.

Yue Lin lifted his robe and sat down: "Looks like another wrestling."

Chu Hanjin picked up the teacup: "One party tried its best to shake the blame, while the other side desperately pressed the blame on them. The two parties have a deep grievance."

"The defecting monks wanted to occupy a place to live, so they had to squeeze the living space of the guarding monks desperately. The marginalized guarding monks hated them, but they were unable to drive them away directly, so they had to rely on the common people to exert their strength." Yue Lin He also poured a cup of tea, "Yushui City is also fighting openly and secretly and bloody."

The world is not at peace everywhere.

Chu Hanjin looked at the clear tea soup and frowned: "Let's see how the landlord died first."

After a long time, the cause of death was posted on the bulletin board outside the Daoyamen.

There is no murderer, only a killing order.

In the scorching heat, Chu Hanjin and Yue Lin stood under the willow tree next to the Dao Yamen, wiping the thin sweat on the back of their necks with a silk handkerchief.

Yue Lin read the notice with his back, and clicked his tongue softly: "It seems that this matter is over."

The Taoist government only issued a hunting order with an unknown murderer to signal martial law to the people. What does that mean?

Cultivators have always been bullying and bullying in murder, and if the murderer cannot be found, it proves that the cultivator is so advanced that even guarding cultivators cannot deal with them, so they can only let him get away with it.

Although the notice did not post the murderer, resentment broke out among the onlookers.

"Who else doesn't know that Master Lu was killed by the envoy!"

"True or false? Are they really killing people?"

"What did I lie to you for? Many people know that Mr. Lu was sent to drink by the envoy in the middle of the night, and he died the next morning!"

"Damn!"

A muscular man with a rough face shouted, "They are defected monks from outside, just bereaved dogs! We gave them a place to stay in Yushui City, and provided them with food and drink. Now we treat ourselves as a master, and dare to kill people everywhere!"

"It's too much."

The sentiment is exciting.

When Chu Hanjin turned his head, he saw a figure of a man in black standing in the alley, who seemed to have heard the conversation.But it retreated into the wall in an instant and disappeared.

Something was vaguely wrong in Chu Hanjin's heart, but he couldn't put it into words.Yue Lin picked up Chu Zhaoyang, said "Let's go, let's go", and was about to leave along the avenue.

Chu Hanjin walked quite a distance, stopped at the entrance of the alley, and glanced sideways at the dissatisfied people.

Not right.

Not right.

He was restless all afternoon, sitting under the shadow of the tree canopy, no matter what Yue Lin on the other side of the chessboard said, he always closed his eyes and meditated.

In the evening, the porter came again with gossip, lifted the hot handkerchief and sighed: "He's dead again, Yushuicheng is dead again."

Chu Hanjin finally opened his eyes: "Who is the deceased? Where is it?"

"Fengxian Restaurant."

Hearing the porter's answer, Chu Hanjin picked up his sword and rushed to the scene of the crime. He walked to the toilet in the backyard of the restaurant. The monks of Rongku Road were loading the corpse, and a white cloth was covered on the stretcher.

Chu Hanjin took out the sword, and the snow-white tip of the sword parted the white cloth.

He saw the dead man's face clearly.

Cultivator Shen Ji came over out of nowhere: "What are you doing?"

"How did he die?"

Shen Ji was puzzled: "Who are you, does it have anything to do with you?"

He didn't answer, Chu Hanjin walked out of the yard.The owner of the restaurant described to the guests with a pale face: "He drank at my place and said he went to the toilet. He didn't come back for a long time, but we didn't care. It wasn't until the next guest who went to the toilet screamed that I went to see him lying on the ground. On the ground, his forehead was full of blood."

Yue Lin came up from behind: "Have you been killed again?"

Chu Hanjin: "Did you see his face clearly?"

"Ok?"

"It's the one who vented his dissatisfaction by the Daoya today."

"..."

Holding the sword in his arms, Yue Lin's expression fell into silence, and his dark eyes looked straight at him.

Chu Hanjin looked left and right, and the people in the restaurant who were discussing the deceased were chattering and panicking.In the yard, the white cloth oozes blood and lies quietly.

The atmosphere was very eerie.

Chu Hanjin said, "Something is going to happen here."

It was morning again.

In the damp and dark alleys, the porters carried their burdens on their shoulders and sang loudly as they walked: "Selling tofu, bean curd, dried bean curd, bean sprouts, bean dregs—"

Before reaching the gate of the courtyard, before he even raised his hand to knock, the door swung open. Chu Hanjin, who was dressed in white and well-groomed, stood at the door, as if he had been waiting for a long time.

He passed the bowl with his slender fingers: "Two bowls of bean curd."

"it is good."

"Did anyone die last night?"

Mentioning this sentence, the porter sighed: "Dead, died again, eight died last night."

Chu Hanjin frowned, and the porter handed the bean curd full, but he forgot to take it for a while.

In the lingering heat, the porter kindly said: "Master, be careful, don't go out at night these days, I don't know which demon cultivator is going crazy this time, they said..."

When he mentioned this, he suddenly shut his mouth, with a hesitant look on his face.

Ordinary people internally recite it, which is the embodiment of public opinion.

No gossip can be missed.

Chu Hanjin asked: "What did you say?"

The porter's voice was very low: "The ones who died were all those who expressed their dissatisfaction with the envoy at the gate of the Dao Yamen yesterday! I am timid and dare not speak ill of them anymore. If I say anything, I will die!"

He frowned, making sure there were no eyes and ears around, and hurried away as if carrying tofu to avoid disaster.

Chu Hanjin held a bowl in one hand, turned around, and met Yue Lin's gaze.

Chu Hanjin sighed: "Oh..."

Yue Lin took the bean curd and asked, "Did someone die again?"

"Someone died again. Those who died were still the group of people at the gate of the Taoist Yamen yesterday. It seems that this matter is almost inseparable, and it has something to do with the conflict between the defecting monk and the guarding monk."

Chu Hanjin returned to the yard, scooped some of the bean curd into a small bowl with a spoon, poured the sauce on it, handed it to Chu Zhaoyang, and wiped his mouth with a wet towel.

Yue Lin was also pouring the sauce in a bowl, with a silent expression.

When he looked up, he heard Chu Hanjin's voice.

"Who do you think killed this group of people? The defecting monk or the guarding monk."

Yue Lin stopped his hand stirring the bean curd, raised his eyes to meet his, and said after a while, "I dare not say."

Chu Hanjin: "Huh?"

"It will hurt you if you say it."

Chu Hanjin couldn't help laughing: "It seems that you already have the answer."

"Well. The landlord's death may have been due to personal enmity or accident. At that time, there were many voices suspected of defecting monks, but they were just catching rumors. But the notice posted at the gate of the Daoya yesterday was a smoke bomb, and all the people who talked about it were killed. Then The accusation of defecting monks has changed from rumors to facts."

"so……"

Chu Hanjin raised his eyebrows: "Do you think the murderer is a defected monk?"

"On the contrary." Yue Lin denied, "The more people try their best to lead the rumors to the defecting monks, the more they prove that they didn't kill them. If they wanted to kill them, why didn't they kill them sooner or later, and suddenly became so violent? , defected monks killed innocent people indiscriminately, and the common people resented and hated, there is only one beneficiary of such a situation.”

"Who is the beneficiary?"

The answer speaks for itself.

There is no doubt that it is the guardian monk of Yushui City.

The protector of tens of thousands of people in this city, the legitimate parent official.According to the previous regulations, if there are demon cultivators who kill the weak and small people in the city without reason, then as monks who have formed alchemy, they will use their divine power to protect the people, even if they are smashed to pieces.

but……

Nowadays, there are frequent fights, and in order to frame political opponents, some people do what demon cultivators would do.

A chill flashed across Chu Hanjin's eyes.

"I think the same as you," he said.