Luo Xingchen put on a blue Taoist robe and walked into a courtyard.
There are potted plants, flower gardens, and connected pavilions everywhere, with corridors connecting each other.
In the largest hall in the middle, there are many Taoists standing. Some Taoists are talking, some are sitting with their eyes closed and meditating, and some are sitting cross-legged and breathing.
Before Luo Xingchen even got close, he heard the voices of two Taoists talking near the door.
"A few days ago, none of the Taoists at Qingfeng Temple escaped. They all died. It's terrible."
"Hey, you don't know. One of my senior brothers was the first one to discover this. He went to Qingfeng Temple to do some work. When he opened the door and went in, he saw blood and corpses all over the ground. He was so frightened that he couldn't even speak. , I was scared to death.”
"Who killed those Taoists at Qingfeng Temple? I heard that they left no chickens or dogs behind. What happened to your senior brother?"
"Senior brother escaped all the way back, and then the government intervened... As for who did it, the government didn't find out, but I think it might have something to do with the Ji family!"
When he said this, the Taoist lowered his voice.
"No way? Could it be that the Ji family called us here to catch all of us Taoists in one fell swoop?" The Taoist man's neck shrank, his eyes a little dodgey.
"What does it have to do with us? That's Qingfengguan's business." Another Taoist said nonchalantly.
"How could it be okay? Isn't Qingfeng Guan also a Taoist? We are also Taoists."
"That's different. Qingfeng Guan pretends to be a ghost. With their tricks, something will happen sooner or later. Who would be stupid enough to be deceived by them? The Ji family was deceived by them, so I guessed it might be the Ji family."
"Shh, keep your voice down, don't be so loud, someone is coming."
At this time, the Taoists in the main hall noticed that two new people had arrived.
These two newcomers are quite strange. They are both very young. One of them, the younger one, has a smile on his face and is full of spring breeze when he walks, while the other, the older one, has a face covered with frost and looks cold. With such a face, it seemed as if everyone in the world owed him money.
However, although the two people have different expressions, they have one thing in common, that is, they both have excellent looks and are very clean in their robes. They don't look like they are down and out.
However, no one in the hall knew these two people.
Luo Xingchen walked into the hall, followed by Ye Yi without saying anything. Luo Xingchen ignored Ye Yi. He took a glance and saw a young man sitting in the corner.
The young man was sitting on the table in the corner, holding a piece of boiled sweet potato in his hand, eating it with big mouthfuls, with a cold expression similar to Yoruichi's on his face, as if someone owed him money.
Luo Xingchen became interested and walked straight inside. When he walked next to the young man, he sat down calmly.
"Aren't you cold when you eat this sweet potato?" Luo Xingchen blinked and spoke.
The young man didn't even raise his head, he only focused on eating by himself and didn't say anything.
"I think your food is so delicious. Here, you give me some and I'll give you some money." Luo Xingchen took out a small piece of silver from his pocket.
"Okay." The young man spoke and said two words. His voice was a little hoarse, as if his throat was damaged.
The boy took something out of his bag and found another piece of sweet potato in his hand. This piece was roasted black on the outside and stuck to his palm, making it black.
Luo Xingchen didn't think it was dirty, so he reached out and grabbed the sweet potato, but when he went back to take it, he didn't move it.
"Give me money." The boy said two words matter-of-factly.
"Here!" Luo Xingchen didn't expect that this boy was really vigilant. He paid with one hand and delivered the goods with the other.
After getting the silver in his hand, the young man immediately let go and let Luo Xingchen take the sweet potatoes back.
The first time he got the silver, he put it in his mouth and bit it, making a small tooth mark, and then nodded with satisfaction.
Just for a moment, his face became slightly cheerful, but soon returned to coldness again.
"Yo? Leng Xue, you are rich now. Please pay me back quickly. You still owe me one hundred taels." A Taoist priest with triangular eyes came closer and rolled his eyes as he spoke.
"Here." The young man reluctantly took out the silver he had just collected and handed it over.
"Even if you repay one tael, there are still ninety-nine taels. Well, there is a future. If you sell a few more sweet potatoes, maybe you can repay the loan." The Taoist with triangular eyes laughed twice, turned around and left with his hands in his hands. .
After the man with the triangular eyes left, Luo Xingchen opened the shell of the sweet potato in his hand, wiped his black palm on his brand new robe, and took a bite of the sweet potato.
After peeling away the burnt black shell on the outside, there is red sweet potato flesh inside, which tastes sweet and delicious, a little cold, but does not affect the taste.
Luo Xingchen glanced at the young man and said, "Your name is Lengxue?"
The boy said nothing.
After waiting for a while, the boy's voice came before Luo Xingchen was about to continue speaking to make the boy speak.
"Leng Xue, snow of snowflakes." The young man, Leng Xue said seriously.
"It matches you very well. You are indeed cold enough..." Luo Xingchen continued: "That Taoist just now was your creditor? You owed him a hundred taels? That's enough, why do you owe him anything? Money.”
Maybe it started a conversation, or maybe because Luo Xingchen bought his sweet potatoes at a high price, Leng Xue responded to Luo Xingchen's words: "One of the creditors is Leng Yue Guan Taoist Schisandra chinensis."
"Schisandra, this name is quite interesting. He doesn't look like much and is a bit rough. You owe him a hundred taels and also owe other people money? Looking at how poor you are, where can you spend so much money?" Luo Xingchen asked a series of questions again. if.
"The undertaker."
Leng Xue only said two words again.
"When did it happen?" Luo Xingchen asked.
Maybe it was because he had never met Luo Xingchen, who was so familiar and talkative. Leng Xue was stunned for a moment, and then slowly said: "Last month."
"Hey, last month, the weather was indeed not very good. It's normal to get sick. Please forgive me and accept the change." Luo Xingchen sighed. In Sixiang City, it rained continuously last month, and diseases were rampant outside the city. Many diseases A lot of people with weaker constitutions, not just the elderly, but also young people, died, which is a bit cruel.
"No, my master was killed."
To Luo Xingchen's surprise, Leng Xue gave a different answer than him.
"Who did it?" Luo Xingchen stopped smiling and his face became serious.
"The second young master of the Wang family, my master, his kung fu is gone." Leng Xue frowned slightly.
"What kind of thing is the Wang family? Can it compare with the Ji family?" Luo Xingchen asked.
"It can't be compared. The Wang family is rich." Leng Xue said.
"Then the second young master is so arrogant? Beating people to death at will? Have you sought revenge from him?" Luo Xingchen said.
"No, I can't beat them. There are so many of them." Leng Xue shook her head, her expression a little sad.
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