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The sound of calculations running could be heard again in the empty astrological building.
The light bamboo stick is placed in a cup-shaped vessel. The fortune teller chooses a suitable position to sit down, murmurs something in his mouth, and immediately begins to shake the fortune teller regularly.
The bamboo sticks collide with each other, leaving all the consequences of falling to the ground to God.
——The ridge is water, it is dangerous to be involved in it, and it is dangerous to enter the ridge. If you have a fuwei heart, it will be short and full again, and it will be restored in the end, without blame.
"The hexagram is still like this, and there is no way to break the situation. Junior brother, why don't you confess everything?" The old man pondered for a while, then fell into a deep sleep...
It's still the same ancient road.
There are many mountains on both sides of the cliffs, but it is autumn and winter, and the tall plants have almost lost all their leaves. Suddenly, there are many gaps in the entire forest. When you are among them, you can't help but want to fill these gaps, but in the end. The regret of being helpless.
The gap cannot be filled, and instead, there is a feeling of loneliness.
There was a haze in the sky today. It was just after noon, and only the dark outlines of the branches above the head could be seen. The surrounding area was too dark to look like a real scene, because it was too dark for broad daylight.
But for Yu Quanzi, who just ran away in a hurry, having no one around is a good opportunity to do something.
The quieter it is, the less likely it is that his private home will be discovered, and the more likely his plan will be successful.
"Very close, already very close!"
Within a few miles, the only sound was the sound of Yu Quanzi's galloping horse.
"No one will ever find out."
Perhaps due to psychological effects, Yu Quanzi felt that the road ahead was getting brighter and brighter. He seemed to have seen the lantern tower of the mansion, so he unconsciously raised his head to look into the distance and straightened his body.
——The horse is neighing.
——The hand controlling the reins suddenly lost control and fell rapidly along with the horse's head.
——The speed was so fast that in the blink of an eye, Yu Quanzi was thrown out.
"Horse trip?" He stood up from the mud with his twisted arm and looked back. The horse was temporarily unable to move.
After a while, a mysterious black figure slowly walked from the bare forest nearby.
"Are you Yu Quanzi?" The black shadow has only one arm, but can use a sword.
When Yu Quanzi saw this, he ran away.
The bright road ahead suddenly dimmed, and the tall lantern tower disappeared.
He was a frightened bird. He thought he had stepped on a trap if he was bumped by a pebble on the ground. The branches that he was used to seeing were covered with a dark veil and looked like tentacles of monsters. He couldn't avoid them and almost hit the trunk of the tree.
As if a blessing in disguise, he luckily found a place full of bushes nearby and crawled in to hide, hoping to catch his breath.
After a while, the psychedelic magic sound came unexpectedly.
Following the sound, Yu Quanzi found himself at the edge of a small lake in the forest. Not far away, a fisherman was playing the flute.
"The sound of the flute will attract the killer!" he thought to himself, not daring to move.
After waiting for most of the day, the killer did not arrive until the flute sound ended.
Yu Quanzi opened up wasteland and built a private house here. In the blink of an eye, more than ten years have passed, and he is naturally very familiar with the terrain. This confidence is the basis for his courage to deal with the killer.
He walked out of the bushes and looked towards the lake to confirm the angler's position.
"Still setting up the fishing rod there?" He continued to carefully assess the situation: "No! That's not the original fisherman!"
I saw that the fisherman on the barren mountain had already taken off his bamboo hat and raincoat, revealing his green clothes and Xiapei, with cloudy hair on his temples. He was obviously a girl.
"Woo~wu~wu~"
The flute music started playing again behind him.
Yu Quanzi trembled all over, and his right hand had reached into the dagger hidden in his arms.
"Who, who is there?!"
The flute player said: "There are wild cranes in the clouds."
The Taoist-looking man turned around and pointed his dagger at the other party, saying: "Don't come here!"
——Sure enough, it was this fisherman who was at the lake just now. He was extremely convinced.
The fishermen put away their bamboo flutes and took off their bamboo hats.
"I have been waiting for you for a long time." He said, "I am passing by here just to ask the Taoist Master for a favor."
"What are you going to do? Who are you!"
The fisherman said: "Leave your life and I promise to let you die a worthy death."
His sword glowed strangely purple.
"It's you!" Yu Quanzi suddenly said: "The descendant of General Gao Zhen, are you here for revenge?"
"Revenge? It should have been like this, but then I figured it out. The so-called grudges are all in the past, and what I have to do now will be more meaningful than revenge." The fisherman unsheathed his sword. The cracked texture on the body resembles the wounds on a warrior's body.
Yu Quanzi knelt on the ground and babbled nonsense: "I was forced to have no choice at the beginning. I apologize to you. I will give you whatever you want..."
Before he finished speaking, the fisherman came with his sword in hand, and the winding forest suddenly became quiet.
A few days later, on a bright day, everyone in Dali Temple, who had been searching for several days, finally found an almost rotten head by the lake. There was a letter in the mouth of the head, covered with blood and old. The bloodstains have turned black, but you can still clearly see the writing on it.
"The White Snake Swordsman is here to kill the Taiping Taoists."
The news spread like wildfire and quickly spread throughout Jinyang. Many taverns and teahouses began to compile different stories of the "White Snake Swordsman" based on a certain blueprint.
Some people say that he is the son of a former general who wanted revenge because he died in vain at the hands of Taiping Dao.
Some people say that he is a hero who acts chivalrously and righteously. He punishes national traitors and pleads for the people. Then he waves his hands and leaves without taking a trace of dust with him.
Some people say that he is a criminal who abuses lynching and should be wanted and punished by the court. They also speculate that he will continue to kill Taiping Taoists.
There are a lot of rumors that may be true or false, but Yuchi Zhen is still worried about the death of the mastermind of the Buddha theft case. He was suspended from his post by the Minister of Dali Temple because of his poor decision-making that led to the death of Yu Quanzi. The Buddha theft case was finally confirmed by evidence. For this reason, Yu Quanzi was identified as the mastermind, and Hu Jie'er, Huang Liang Yimeng's young boss, was identified as an accessory, and the case was closed.
After that, Yuchi Zhen started to stay beside Mei Xinghe all day long, drinking too much, so he had no time to care about what was going on outside the window.
"This is completely unconfirmed!" With the case of stealing the Buddha temporarily over, Yuchi Zhen felt sorry for himself all day long. He just guarded Mei Xinghe's door and refused to go out. He looked very haggard and worried about gains and losses.
Mei Xinghe asked: "The closing arguments have been made anyway, what are you still struggling with?"
Yuchi Zhen said: "No, we have not even met Yu Quanzi, and there is no way to confirm whether he is guilty or not. Xinghe, we have been secretly guided forward in this whole thing from the beginning, haven't you noticed?"
"But thanks to you, I saved a life." Mei Xinghe showed a little bit of her feminine side and leaned quietly against the other party: "Isn't this bad? Who is guilty and who is not guilty, it doesn't matter!"
"That's not what police officers do!" He stood up and said angrily: "Xinghe, would your father let an innocent person die in vain?"
"Of course not." Mei Xinghe also stood up.
Yuchizhen hugged her face, kissed her, and said boldly: "So, I have to find out from him."
"Who are you looking for? Mr. Bai?"
Yuchi Zhen said: "Whether the Buddha theft case was planned by Yu Quanzi or not, only he knows this."
Mei Xinghe expressed pessimism: "Actually, you know it in your heart..."
"Do I know?" Yuchi Zhen lamented. After much hesitation, he decided to take a bath and change clothes first, and then prepare to visit Bai Feng's house.
At least he didn't want to admit in his heart that this hard-won justice was all made up.
