We didn't say much while eating.
Tang Jiugong came to the main hall on the way, and some yin magic and yang calculation gentlemen came.
Jiang Pan told everyone that we had to leave and make some preparations so that they could go to the cliff at the top of the mountain later to check out Feng Shui. The only thing they had to be careful about was not to go down the cliff, let alone slip and fall.
A gentleman asked us in confusion what preparations we were making and would it take a long time?
Jiang Pan also told the truth and found a watchman to deal with the evil corpse of Ba Yao to ensure everyone's safety.
Immediately, someone asked excitedly, was it a way for the watchman to calm his soul?
Jiang Pangang nodded, and the man nodded again and again, saying that if he had thought of this and found a watchman to take him to the Yin Mountains, more troubles would have been solved.
Neither Jiang Pan nor I answered this question, and it would be meaningless to talk about it afterwards.
Besides, this kind of watchman is hard to find.
I asked Tang Ding to bring out a carriage, and asked Xu, the paper man, to pay attention to his safety, and then drove out of Jiugong Dojo with Jiang Pan, Tang Jiugong and Tang Ding.
After descending from Langshan, Tang Jiugong began to give Tang Ding directions.
The carriage used big horses from the Qiang people, and it took an hour to reach the destination after traveling twenty miles.
The destination is a small village at the foot of a mountain.
There is an archway at the entrance of the village, which says Wushan Village.
Several half-year-old children were squatting at the entrance of the village, playing with stones.
When we entered the village, those children looked up at us.
Tang Jiugong continued to guide the way, and Tang Ding drove the carriage towards the village.
The village road is not very big, and a carriage occupies almost the entire road. When encountering villagers on the road, those people will stick to the roadside to give way to us.
Everyone looked at us with curiosity and fear.
Not long after, when the carriage stopped outside a small dilapidated courtyard, Tang Jiugong finally spoke.
I glanced at him one more time, and even Jiang Pan had a similar look.
Tang Jiugong smiled sarcastically, but didn't explain much.
We got off the bus.
In the clean courtyard, several chickens and ducks were frightened and ran towards the corner.
The house with its adobe walls was pushed aside.
What came out was a thin and small old man.
His wrinkled face was full of surprise and uncertainty.
With a sound of "Bang!", the door was immediately shut tightly.
Tang Jiugong's voice became much louder and he immediately shouted: "Fan Kui, Mr. Li and Mr. Jiang are not here to settle accounts. We are here to help you if you have something to do!"
"If you run away, you can run away from the monk, but you can't run away from the temple! Don't you want your wife and son anymore?!"
Tang Jiugong's words were full of certainty and profoundness, and now he looked more like a gentleman, without the uneasiness and panic he had when he met Jiang Pan and me.
The next moment, the door was opened...
Fan Kuan walked out of the room with a pale face.
He was dressed in cloth, his hands and feet were wrapped in circles of cloth, and a gong and a gong hung from his waist.
When he looked at Jiang Pan and me, his hands and feet were trembling slightly.
Regarding Tang Jiugong, there was a bit of hatred in his eyes.
Tang Jiugong's face suddenly showed a bit of embarrassment.
Tang Ding pushed open the courtyard door and took two steps forward. Jiang Pan walked in, and Tang Jiugong and I stayed behind.
Obviously, Fan Kuan acted in fear again and wanted to retreat.
The emotion in his eyes was too direct, and I immediately knew that it must be something that happened that day. He still remembered it clearly, so he was so scared.
That day they all gathered together, and when they came face to face with us, they suffered many casualties...
Jiang Pan said in a deep voice: "Fan Kui, you don't need to be afraid, we have something to ask for."
"The matter of Zhou Jingyi that day has passed, but I heard that Zhou Jingyi promised you something. Now, we may be able to help you, and we also want you to help us."
Fan Kuan's expression changed again, and then he spoke, his voice as if broken, and said: "I'm a lowly person, how can I help you... Do you want me to do anything, be a cannon fodder?"
I was stunned for a moment, feeling a little bit sad.
It seemed that Fan Kuan regarded what Zhou Jingyi had done as Zhou Jingyi's use of them as cannon fodder.
Before Jiang Pan could speak, Fan Kuan immediately gritted his teeth and said: "I won't go! You want to kill or behead me, please do whatever you want! If you really want my life, how can I escape?! My wife and children have suffered for many years, I can’t bear to be cruel, we should have been freed long ago!”
Pain and suffering flashed in Fan Kui's eyes, as well as a strong sense of reluctance.
I've seen quite a few watchmen.
From the old watchman's hatred to Pan Yu's viciousness.
This Fan Kuan is the only watchman I have ever seen who seems to have a lot of affection...
For a while, I was still uncomfortable with it.
Jiang Pan frowned even more, and then he said, "What if we help you first, and then let you help us?"
After he finished speaking, Fan Kuan was stunned.
He looked at me and Jiang Pan in confusion, with disbelief in his eyes.
Obviously, Zhou Jingyi's incident still cast a big shadow on him.
Tang Jiugong's expression darkened. He took a step forward and said seriously: "Fan Kui, you know better. Could Mr. Tianyuan and Dixiang still lie to you?!"
Fan Kuang gritted his teeth and said: "Old man, you told me back then that Zhou Jingyi was Mr. Lingtang of the two gods Ling Zheng. Didn't he treat us as pawns and even cost himself his own life?!"
Tang Jiugong: "..."
Jiang Pan said no more. He bypassed Fan Kui and walked towards the house with adobe walls.
Fan Kuan wanted to raise his hand to stop Jiang Pan.
But he raised his hand halfway and immediately put it down.
Jiang Pan entered the room, and I followed closely behind.
Tang Ding and Tang Jiugong followed, and Fan Yucai followed with trembling legs and feet.
The hall was very simple, and filled with the smell of medicine.
Jiang Pan opened the curtain on the right side of the room.
After he entered, he stood in the middle of the room.
After I followed him, what I saw made my expression change several times.
There is a bed on each side of the house near the window and on the south side.
Lying on the bed by the window was an old woman with gray hair, wrinkled skin, and sores on her face.
On the bed on the south wall is a middle-aged man. His eyes are closed and his breathing is weak.
Both of them looked seriously ill and bedridden.
"How long have they been like this?" Jiang Pan turned his head and said towards the back.
At this moment, Fan Kuan finally had a look of struggle and cautious probing in his eyes.
"You really help me? Can you really help me?" Jiang Pan frowned and said in a more serious tone: "Let me ask you, how long have they been like this? What's the reason?"
Fan Kuang pursed his lips, and suddenly he knelt straight on the ground with a bang.
His eyes were red, and he said tremblingly: "My wife has been ill for thirteen years, and my son has been bedridden for eight years. Mr. Jiang, if you can save them, Fan Kuan's life can be driven at will, up mountains of swords and seas of fire, and my death is not enough." Cherish!"
