Getting on Lao Huang's back first, Jiang Pan started to drive, with Liao Cheng sitting next to him.
Liao Chengcai continued: "Brother Jiang, my master has a lineage of divine locking techniques, which should be able to save lives. And I think there must be a hidden reason behind Mr. Guo's death. Brother Yin Yang also said in his letter that it was the person who first gave It is as precious as Mr. Guo’s, probably because of this, Mr. Guo’s defensiveness has been reduced.”
"Now that we understand his methods, as long as he appears, we will capture him without giving him a chance to steal his life! This is indeed a good strategy."
"Brother Yin Yang is not experienced enough, so naturally it is impossible for him to be the bait. Let me do it."
Speaking of this, Liao Cheng looked very solemn, obviously very serious.
I frowned, and Liao Cheng's words immediately changed my mind a lot.
At least in this dangerous time, he could just say it and act as bait.
What's more important is that none of them have ever been exposed to life-stealing. At least from this sentence, we can see that his character is not like someone who is greedy for life and afraid of death.
But the hexagrams remind me that I always have preconceptions and cannot completely trust Liao Cheng.
Jiang Pan didn't speak for a while, and just hurried on in silence.
We left Longjia County and headed outside the city.
At this time, Jiang Pancai said that the Taoist priest in charge of Liuyang Taoist Temple was an old friend with him.
And he also said that only one leader of Liuyang Taoist Temple died, and it was not like the original Taoist temple that was wiped out.
This puzzles me.
The Immortal Clan is gone, but is there anyone left alive?
What kind of medicine is that man selling in his gourd?
The thirty-mile journey took almost an hour.
It was almost dusk when I saw a mountain and the Taoist temple at the foot of the mountain.
When we arrived at the entrance of the Taoist temple, two pale lanterns were hung on both sides of the huge vermilion wooden door, and the words "Die" on them were particularly eye-catching.
The wooden door is closed tightly, but you can smell the strong smell of incense candles.
Liao Cheng got out of the car first, and he stepped forward to knock on the door.
When Jiang Pan and I followed up, the wooden door just opened, and what came out was a Taoist priest wearing sackcloth and wearing filial piety.
The Taoist priest was thin and his face was very thin. His eyelids were drooped and he didn't look very energetic.
"You..." The Taoist priest was stunned for a moment, then looked at Jiang Pan in shock, and said blankly: "Mr. Tianyuan?!"
Jiang Pan was silent for a moment and said: "I was shocked to hear that Taoist Master Liuyang died suddenly. I just happened to be on my way to Longjia County. Come here quickly."
The Taoist priest's face was filled with bitterness. He opened the door and bowed to invite us in.
The three of us entered the Taoist temple. This Taoist temple was much larger than the previous Shuilong Temple.
The martial arts arena in the center has a main hall at the back, two side halls, and houses on both sides.
There was a coffin in the center of the martial arts arena, which looked extremely desolate.
There were tribute fruits on the mourning hall, but the incense candles were burning brightly and dimly, as if they were about to be extinguished at any moment.
There were many little Taoist priests kneeling beside the coffin, sobbing continuously.
When they arrived in front of the mourning hall, the Taoist priest who led the way bowed again and whispered his name to Jiang Pan, which was Jin Yang.
Then, he took some joss sticks and handed them to us.
Liao Cheng frowned and then said: "My soul is gone, it's hard to hold the incense, and there is no point in burning incense."
Jin Yang's complexion changed slightly, and his face became more bitter, especially the other Taoist priests who knelt down.
I also discovered some habits of Liao Cheng, and he also spoke very directly.
Jiang Pancai said: "Rumors say that Taoist Master Liu Yang died of cutting his wrists?"
Jin Yang then pursed his lips and sighed more and said: "This morning, the county magistrate of Longjia County came to offer incense and wanted to listen to the master's sermon. As a result, he went to the master's residence and saw the master kneeling to death at a glance. In the hospital, blood was flowing out, and the cause of death was strange.”
"But the county magistrate believes that the headmaster cut his wrists and died. He was still holding a dagger in his other hand. This is probably how the news spread."
Jiang Pan nodded and said: "In recent years, people have died unexpectedly in many Feng Shui dojos and Taoist temples. Five days ago, Mr. Long from Longjia County died. Today is Taoist Master Liuyang. That's why we came here."
"We also ask Taoist Jin to open the coffin. We want to find some clues."
"Taoist Master Liuyang definitely didn't cut his wrists, he was killed by someone!"
Jiang Pan's words are well-founded.
The Taoist priest Jin Yang nodded repeatedly, but added uneasily: "I have been hearing about the deaths of some people. The causes of death of those people are particularly strange. I heard from the teacher that they died of a short life."
"The headmaster died of blood loss from cutting his wrists... No one in the temple can see his face, so I don't know if the headmaster has a short life..."
The information circulating from the outside world is limited to this.
Jiang Pan and Liao Cheng were able to know that they were stealing longevity because of Liao Cheng's classics, which were completely unknown to outsiders.
At the same time, Jin Yang looked hesitant.
After a long while, he said: "If you open the coffin in broad daylight, you might expose the body..."
Liao Cheng frowned, an unspeakable emotion flashed in his eyes, and glanced at Jin Yang again.
Jin Yang's expression became even more miserable, but he remained silent for a while.
Obviously, Liao Chengcai just said that he was out of his wits.
Although the Taoist priests here are not familiar with Shuiyang calculation, they can still see it and know the result...
Worshiping in the mourning hall has long been a superficial etiquette...
In fact, the corpse has no soul and is no doubt a ball of dead flesh...
Jin Yang gritted his teeth and said, "Open the coffin!"
The other Taoist priests were hesitant and struggling.
Until Jin Yang gave another order, saying that it was to avenge the headmaster and find the murderer!
Immediately, the Taoist priests began to open the coffin.
The coffin was nailed so hard that some Taoist priests went looking for tools like iron skewers.
While waiting, Jiang Pan asked Jin Yang again, who had been to Liuyang Taoist Temple in the past two days, and who had seen Taoist Master Liuyang?
Jin Yang thought for a moment before saying: "There are quite a few people who come to the Taoist temple, and many of them have met the master."
"About three days ago, a group of people came over to escape the famine. They were starving and had no food to eat. So we put porridge in the temple and took those people in."
After a short pause, Jin Yang sighed again and said: "The county magistrate came to offer incense. In fact, we invited him because the headmaster said that we must discuss with the county magistrate on how to settle the hungry people..."
"But I never thought that he..."
But my eyelids kept twitching wildly. Jiang Pan and Liao Cheng also looked at each other with vigilance and suspicion in their eyes.
"Where are the hungry people?" Jiang Pan said in a deep voice.
Jin Yang whispered: "Look back."
Liao Cheng narrowed his eyes slightly and said: "Don't alert them, gather the rest of you Taoist priests, surround the back view, and don't let anyone go!"
The three of us didn't communicate with each other. Just the few words Jin Yang said and just a few glances between us made a judgment!
There are not so many coincidences...
A group of hungry people came to Liuyang Taoist Temple, and the Taoist priest who taught him died!
