Everyone owes me a favor

...Fengling Yunzhong Jun Feng was divorced as usual.

Miss Wen San from Wenshimen has hung herself on the beam three times, obviously she is serious.

Mrs. Wen hugged her daughter who was as angry as silk, and her heart was filled with tears. Her willful scolding at her daughter earlier turned into a voice of pleading with her husband: "We will not end this marriage, we will not end it!"

Master Wen Runjin was a little hesitant.

Mrs. Wen begged, "Is Shen'er's life more important, or the marriage with Fengling?"

Elder Wen Dao came to get a daughter, so he couldn't bear his daughter's death due to marriage, so he had to bite the bullet and nodded.

It is certain to notify Feng Ling, but who to notify is a big problem.

As we all know, since the total destruction of the Demon Dao 26 years ago, there are three orthodox Taoist sects in the world, which are divided into two mountains and one river: Fengling Mountain, Danyang Peak, and Ying Tianchuan.The three gates stand side by side, like towering trees hugging the sky.

Below it are small sects that have sprung up like mushrooms after rain.

To put it bluntly, Wenshimen is like a spring bamboo shoot under a giant tree.

What's more, all the three Fengling Lords today are not fuel-efficient lamps.

Yan Jiangnan, the third of the three kings, was awarded the title of "Mr. Jiang Nan" as a woman, which is quite extraordinary.With one hand of medicine and one hand of poison, both of them are superb. She holds a medicine scale and walks in white clothes, but she has a gentle face for nothing, and her temper is extremely hot. She will let her squirrel bite people at every turn.

The diametrically opposite of her temperament is the mountain lord who ranks first among the three monarchs, Duan Rongjun Chang Boning.

People say that this person is very Buddha-nature, and he should go to practice Buddhism. His body is as beautiful as a bodhi tree, and his heart is as pure as glass light. He is a gentleman with a Buddha heart that everyone praises.

But according to what Wen Runjin saw and knew, that was definitely not the case.

As for the same letter... don't mention it.

The last time Wen Runjin saw him was ten years ago, when Wen's eldest son was rescued from death by him.

There were more than a hundred elite disciples from various Taoism sects who were rescued by Feng Rurui, some were injured or disabled, but they were all in good spirits.

Everyone said that without the seal, they would have died.

At that time, Feng Rugu was seriously injured and was on the verge of death. When Chang Boning carried him out, a drop of blood dripped from his fingertips, staining the white clothes Chang Boning put on him.

Few people thought that Feng Ruyu would be able to survive, even the spirit card was prepared.

But his master Xiaoyao Jun Xu Xingzhi, who loved his apprentice like a son, was well-known outside the world, exhausted all means, and insisted on rescuing Feng Rugu back.

All the sects had to smash down the spirit tablets one after another, and replaced them with longevity tablets, offering them day and night.

If there is no seal as before, seven or eight out of ten of the elite children of this generation of Taoist sects will go.

Wen Runjin once held great etiquette and went up to the gate of Fengling Mountain. He wanted to repay Shen En, but he was refused to go out.

From then on, Feng Rugu built a residence in Fengling Mountain, called "Still Water Flows Deep", where he recuperated his wounds and meditated. For ten years, he never went down the mountain for half a step.

Now that her daughter is an adult, it is time for her to marry. Wen Runjin took advantage of this fate, and wanted to make a good story and deepen his relationship with Fengling...

Wen Runjin sighed repeatedly in his heart, brought the letter of appointment that Fengling sent for half a day, and climbed Fengling Mountain himself.

Among the three monarchs, it is most appropriate to inform Chang Boning of the news first.

When he heard the news, Chang Boning was watering his flowers in the garden behind the Green Bamboo Hall.

After understanding the purpose of Daoist Wen's visit, he stopped watering the flowers.

Chang Boning turned around with the small flower pot in his hand, with some surprise in his words: "Why?"

Just looking at the appearance, Chang Boning is like the exiled fairy Bailu.

He seldom wears a crown unless he is attending important occasions such as the Eastern Emperor’s Sacrifice and the Tianbang Competition. He either simply ties his long hair obliquely with a headband, or spreads it out. on the right shoulder.

Because the eyes are naturally sensitive to light, Chang Boning often wears a layer of transparent veil in front of his eyes.

When he spoke, a gust of wind passed by, and the eye veil fluttered in the wind.

Wen Runjin choked unconsciously.

Duan Rongjun was extremely elegant, and his voice was not high, but he spoke softly, but he couldn't see clearly the eyes under the veil, and Wen Runjin didn't dare to guess his mind easily.

Chang Boning tilted his head slightly.

He just wanted to ask why, but he didn't expect Taoist Wen to be so silent.

He had a headache, so he simply put the pot down: "Why?"

Wen Runjin was the first to admit his mistake: "It's the little girl Shen'er who is arrogant and unreasonable."

This is quite sincere.

Wen Runjin really felt that Wen Shen'er was too ignorant.

A few days ago, news suddenly spread from Fengling, saying that Yunzhong Junfeng still wanted to seek a Taoist couple and double cultivation.

Regardless of the fact that he obtained the title of "Jun" at a young age, and regardless of the great favors owed to him by various sects, no one knows about Yun Zhongjun's talent and Taoism. There are great benefits.

Although the matter of publicly recruiting Taoist companions sounds incredible, since Feng Ruru did it, there is nothing to be surprised about.

All the families invited icemen to come to their doors, and sent portraits of women of the right age, boasting wildly.

Feng Rugu kept the portrait, chose to come and go, and decided on Wen Shen'er.

The horoscopes of the two people's birthdays are compatible, and the elders in the family agree, so, naturally, good things will come true.

Who would have thought that everything was ready, but something went wrong with Wen Shen'er.

Wen Shen'er is only eighteen years old, and she was born beautiful and arrogant, her parents took her portrait to criticize others without her permission, how could she endure such insult?

She rushed to Fengling's "Still Waters Run Deep" angrily, and wanted to see Feng Rugu for an explanation.

As a result, she waited for a full two hours, smashed a set of teacups, and even broke into the bedroom with her sword.

Seeing Feng Rugu sleeping soundly in the room, Wen Shen'er felt that she had been greatly despised, pointed at Feng Rugu and scolded her, and hanged herself for the first time when she returned home, she would rather die than marry.

After hearing the antecedents of the incident, Chang Boning said: "This is something wrong with my junior, how can I neglect Miss Wen so much."

Wen Runjin said with regret: "We spoiled our daughter to no end."

"That's all." Chang Boning accepted the returned letter of appointment, with a gentle and refined attitude, not angry, "Miss Wen doesn't want to, we have no reason to force others to make things difficult."

Seeing that Chang Boning was not angry, Wen Runjin heaved a sigh of relief, but began to plan another matter in his mind.

The two families are now discussing matters behind closed doors, and Wen Runjin is of course happy to take the responsibility on himself.

But this marriage has been fixed for some time, many people in the Taoist sect know about it, once it is made public...

If you say that your family advocates retiring the engagement, you will inevitably be ridiculed; if you tell the truth, your daughter Yunying is not married, and you will inevitably end up with a reputation that is difficult to live with...

After thinking about it, Wen Runjin came up with an inhumane idea.

——Even if he has saved so many people, Feng Ruyu is still the same Feng Ruyuan.

Conceited, Meng Lang, arrogant, rude, lazy, careless.

He has always had a bad reputation, and this one is not bad.

It's impossible not to offend Fengling about the resignation of the marriage, and it shouldn't matter if you only spread some rumors related to Feng Ruyu...

After meeting Chang Boning, Wen Runjin will go to "Still Water Flows Deep" to meet Feng Ruru.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he left the main hall of the Green Bamboo Hall, he bumped into Feng Rugu.

He was leaning on the rattan reclining chair, holding a slender bamboo pipe in his left hand, and a peach blossom umbrella in his right hand, occupying the center of the avenue leading to the Green Bamboo Hall outside, shaking it three times, so leisurely.

Hearing the sound behind him, he turned half of his face.

Feng Rugu's left eye is beautiful with appropriate shades. If it is carefully painted with ink and wash, when it is half-opened, it reminds people of the beautiful ghosts and fox fairies that are often seen in ruined temples in ghost novels, but the right eye is hidden by a single piece of crystal. It's a pity that under the lens, I can't see clearly under the bright sun.

Feng Ruyu exhaled a mouthful of bamboo-scented smoke.

The hazy smoke made the faint mole on the right side of his nose less clear.

He nodded at Wen Runjin, and didn't even get up: "My father-in-law, Feng Er is being polite."

Wen Runjin was so dizzy when he called "Old Zhangren", he hurriedly stepped forward to make amends and stated his intentions.

Feng Rugu should have been a little surprised, because he let the bamboo bong in his hand burn for a few seconds before putting the jade cigarette holder in his mouth: "Really."

Just as Wen Runjin was about to say something more, Feng Rugu turned around and said, "Master Wen, let's go."

...Changed his mouth like a wind.

The eviction order was issued, and Wen Runjin had no face to stay any longer, Nuonuo paid homage to Yun Zhongjun, and just as he brushed against Feng Ruyu, the Taoist robe was grabbed from behind.

Feng Rugu turned sideways and said, "There is one more thing. How does Daoist Wen plan to announce the reason for retiring the engagement?"

Wen Runjin's heart skipped a beat.

Seeing his silence, Feng Rugu nodded: "I understand."

Wen Runjin was taken aback, and immediately explained: "Mr. Yunzhong..."

"The last time Lingai came here, she smashed my jadeite tea set." Feng Rugu changed the subject, "I really like that tea set, and it was bought by my disciple Luojiu for hundreds of gold. Daoist Wen, you What do you think?"

Wen Runjin's face turned red and white.

Fengling Yunzhongjun stopped him in the street and asked his former father-in-law to pay for his tea set.

Chang Boning, who still came out of the Green Bamboo Hall with a small water bottle, relieved him.

Wen Runjin, who promised to pay the money, was able to withdraw and leave in embarrassment.

"Be careful on Wen Dao's long road." Chang Boning said goodbye gently behind his back, "Recently, there have been some fellow Taoists in Buddhism and Taoism who died for no reason, please be careful."

Wen Runjin staggered, feeling that Chang Boning was implying something to him, the back of his spine felt cold, and he walked like a gust of wind.

With disciples sending them off, Chang Boning naturally didn't have the heart to take care of the guests: "As usual, are you okay?"

Feng Ruyu didn't answer directly: "It's fortunate that my junior sister went down the mountain to investigate the cause of the dead body of a fellow Taoist. She was not in the mountain, otherwise there would be trouble."

Chang Boning nodded in agreement.

"Have you returned the letter of appointment?"

Chang Boning: "I'm already burned."

Feng Rugu smiled: "How fast are your hands and feet?"

Chang Boning: "Seeing it also upsets the younger brother."

Feng Rugu looked at the direction where Wen Runjin's figure disappeared, and said, "The things that bother me are not in the present, but in the future."

Chang Boning was very puzzled.

Feng Rugu who was lying down could see Chang Boning's clean and clear eyes under the veil.

Feng Ruyuan took a puff of cigarette and said with a smile: "Brother, I wish you to be innocent all your life."

After saying that, he leaned back on the bamboo pillow and looked at the sky with his eyes focused.

Chang Boning asked: "Why do you have the leisure to say 'Still waters run deep' today?"

Feng Rugu: "It's raining today."

Chang Boning: "Huh?"

Feng Rugu pointed to the umbrella leaning on his right side: "In front of Senior Brother's Green Bamboo Hall, seeing the rainbow is the best."

Chang Boning looked at the junior who was biting the bamboo pipe and waiting for the rainbow to come, feeling warm in his heart: "If you have to wait, it's better to wait in the hall."

Feng Ruyuan bit the cigarette holder and stretched out a hand towards him.

Chang Boning laughed, and leaned down to pull him, but Feng Ruzhi snatched his veil off with his backhand, and turned around to avoid him.

Chang Boning's eyes were dazzled by the light, and when he squinted again to find his trace, the man had already jumped up the steps lightly, hooking his veil with his fingertips, and smiling in front of the wind.

Chang Boning also laughed with him unconsciously.

Feng Rugu's score was not bad, the sun was shining brightly just now, it didn't take two hours for the sky to become overcast, and the heavy rain like gluten was pouring down, making endless rain lines on the ground.

Chang Boning lived up to his reputation of being dignified, sitting cross-legged anytime and anywhere.

Feng Ruyu did not.

He was lying on the side of Chang Boning's meditation couch, holding a small lotus-patterned stove that belonged to Chang Boning in his arms, and slept soundly in the sound of rain.

He has always been dead in sleep, and unless he wakes up by himself, ordinary noises cannot disturb him at all.

His habit of sleeping wherever he goes is really irreversible.

But there is no need to change.

Chang Boning raised his hand, stroked his hair tenderly, took out the letter of appointment from the sleeve covered with cloud curls and dark lines, stared at the three characters "Feng Ru Gu" painted in gold and colors on it for a while, and then put The bright red letter of appointment is under the pressure of many Taoist scrolls.

Even if he was engaged and then divorced, Chang Boning didn't know why Feng Rugu suddenly proposed to find a Taoist couple three months ago, and why he hurriedly chose someone he had never met before one month ago. Wen Shen'er is his wife.

The heavy rain fell from afternoon to evening.

But before the rain had passed, a Fengling disciple in plain clothes and blue belts rushed to the hall with an umbrella: "Mr. Duanrong! My master is here—"

Chang Boning gave a soft "shh", glanced at Feng Rugu who was still sleeping comfortably and soundly, and asked in a low voice: "What's the matter?"

With his demonstration, the young man with sharp eyebrows and starry eyes unconsciously lowered his tone: "I'm sorry, Mr. Rong, the Wen family has come up the mountain again!"

"Give me back the tea set?" Feng Ruzhi raised his head, not knowing when he woke up.

"It's not...Master, Mr. Duanrong..." The young man's face turned pale with sweat, "It's Miss Wen San from Wenshimen, Master's fiancée, something happened..."

Wen Shen'er died.

After finding out that she had disappeared, the maid did not report to Madam Wen, but thought she was in a bad mood and went out to relax.

When she was discovered, it was the time when the heavy rain was about to come and the sky was gloomy.

Wen Shen'er's throat was cut off by a knife like a Tang knife. His head was cut off and hung on the tallest tree in Wenshi Mountain. The long black hair danced in the wind, making a sound of hunting.

The murder method of cutting throat with a Tang knife is very similar to the recent serial killings of Taoism. Both disciples of Buddhism and Taoism were affected. A total of 15 people have died. Even the disciples of Fengling's outer sect were also killed. Only Yan Jiangnan will go down the mountain to investigate this matter.

However, after hearing the jaw-dropping news, Feng Rugu asked an unusually weird question: "...Why is there only a head?"

Chang Boning recovered from the shock: "Junior brother, what did you say?"

Feng Ruyuan repeated it a second time: "Why is there only a head?"

After thinking about it carefully, he asked the young man who came to report: "Fuchun, which direction is her hair flying? What is the wind direction today?"

The young man was taken aback by the question, and answered truthfully: "Over Wenshi Mountain, today should be the northwest wind."

Feng Rugu: "Brother, borrow a pen."

It is said to be borrowed, but in fact it is clearly robbed.

He took the cinnabar pen that Chang Boning was still holding, jumped onto the soft couch where Chang Boning was sitting, faced the map hanging behind him, observed for a while, and wrote the first stroke on Yongjing Mountain.

Chang Boning knew that Yongjing Mountain was the place where the first body was found half a month ago.

But Feng Ruyuan didn't put a dot on it, but drew a cinnabar red line horizontally, and even stained several small towns nearby.

"As before." Chang Boning reminded him, "The painting is wrong."

Feng Rugu replied: "There is no mistake in the drawing. The head faces east and the feet face west."

Chang Boning reacted for a while before realizing that Feng Rugu was talking about the state when the first corpse was found.

The second body was in Kowloon Town, thousands of miles away.

His corpse was lying on the street in the center of Jiulong Town, with his head south and feet north, his throat cut off with a knife, very neat.

Because the corpses were too far away, and one of them died was a Buddhist inner disciple of Lingyin Treasure Temple, and the other was an ordinary disciple of Xiuxian Xiaoguan. At the beginning, no one connected these two things.

Until the bad news came one after another.

The identities of the deceased are different, there is no intersection between them, and the reasons for traveling are also different.

The only thing that is the same is the death-defying red line around the neck.

At the time of panic, all the Taoist sects were puzzled, what was the murderer's intention in plotting so many lives?

There are more and more traces of cinnabar smeared on the map, stroke by stroke, horizontal and vertical, each stroke is a corpse, a life.

Staring at the things gradually taking shape on the map, Luo Fuchun's breath gradually became quicker.

The location where the corpse was found, combined with the lying position, actually formed a glyph.

In the end, Feng Ruyuan was dipped in cinnabar, and left a heavy stroke on Wenshi Mountain, from the northwest to the southwest.

...Why did everyone else have a whole body, but Wen Shen'er only had a head?

The moment the thunder rolled past outside, a flash of bright lightning tore a hole in the sky.

The numerous cinnabar imprints on the map, ending with the last point, constitute a huge blood-red "seal" character.

The color of cinnabar is so thick that it is almost black.

And the last bit of branding looks like bloody hair fluttering in the wind.

Feng Rugu bit the ink pen horizontally in his mouth, sat backwards on Chang Boning's desk, and didn't care about the clinking of the inkstone and pen holder.

He looked at the map, with an indistinguishable expression of surprise or anger on his face.

But to be honest, these two emotions are not very suitable for Yun Zhongjun, so when they fell on his face, they melted into a faint ironic smile of "God's will".

Feng Rugu looked at Chang Boning whose face was as cold as ice: "Senior brother, I'm afraid I have to go down the mountain."