Zhang Wenfeng took Fu Gujing, who smelled faintly of corpse, out of the backyard, which occupied a large area. He fetched a few ladles of water from the kitchen water tank, filled it in an old wooden basin, put it on the stone table outside the kitchen, and asked road:
"Fellow Daoist Fu, all the monks in the Daolu branch must learn to perform autopsies?"
"When investigating a case, it's always a good thing to know more."
Fu Gujing gently placed the evidence package on the clean slate, took a piece of soap locust that Zhang Wenfeng reached out to pick from the nearby soapberry tree, wetted it with water, and crushed it in his hands.
Rubbing his hands full of bubbles, he washed them carefully, glanced in the direction of the backyard, and explained in a low voice:
"She must be exposed to these dirty jobs in advance, so that when she actually fights with thieves, monsters, and evil spirits in the future, she will not be affected by more disgusting things. As a law enforcement monk in the Daolu Branch, she may encounter danger at any time, and she must adapt as soon as possible , throw away some of the concepts you had when you were on the mountain in the past, you must be as careful as a hair and be aware of every detail, so that you can complete the experience alive."
Zhang Wenfeng nodded in understanding and said with a smile: "She has done a good job, at least she didn't spit it out."
It was the first time he came into contact with such a disgusting thing, and Yun Qiuhe did really well.
Fu Gujing washed her hands and wiped them dry at the hem of her robe.
Looking at Zhang Guanzhu, who always seemed very calm and young, he had read Zhang Wenfeng's files and some information about Xianling Guan in the branch, and asked knowingly: "Is this your first time to kill a thief, Fellow Daoist Zhang?"
He was surprised that the other party had gone so far as to kill a thief for the first time, and he couldn't help but be confused.
If you are born cold-blooded and regard human life as an ant, this kind of person is quite dangerous.
He must make it clear that people who are cold-blooded or murderous cannot become partners in future missions.
"It's indeed the first time. I went out with my senior brothers to do rituals before, and I saw a lot of dead people. Since the thieves are evil and want my life, then I have saved them and not allowed them to harm the world. It is also a meritorious deed." pieces."
Zhang Wenfeng explained a few words briefly, and then said with a solemn face: "To eliminate evil is to promote good, and blessings will bring immeasurable deity!"
Fu Gujing understood.
This man has seen a lot of dead people. He has a firm Taoist heart and upholds the mentality of eliminating evil and promoting good. Therefore, he will not have any discomfort in killing thieves. He was a little envious and said with a smile:
"Zhang Daoyou, your temperament is suitable for being a law enforcement guard in Daolu Branch. Why don't you consider it? Our Daolu Branch's various training resources and rewards are much more generous than those of ordinary people."
Individuals can assist the Daolu branch in doing things, or they don't have to.
Of course, in most cases, Sanren will not refuse Daolu Branch's request for help.
Living in the world of mortals, how can there be so many pure places in this world?
Zhang Wenfeng said with a smile: "Thank you Daoist Fellow Fu for your kindness. I can't let go of the current situation of Xianling Temple. Let's talk about it later."
He didn't say anything, mainly because he was not familiar with the situation and could not agree rashly. He changed the topic and said: "I know a little about painting skills. If I don't waste time, I can draw a portrait of a female thief. If it can be used, I can use it. If not, I can draw a portrait of a female thief." It doesn’t matter if it’s used.”
In his previous life, he graduated from the Yuzhou Academy of Fine Arts. He was influenced by the old man since he was a child. He loved painting and calligraphy and majored in traditional Chinese painting.
After graduation, it was difficult to find a job with a major in Chinese painting, so I became an illustrator.
His sketching skills are solid, and a mere portrait is not something he can easily grasp.
"Zhang Daoyou knows portraits? That's great. Could you please show me your painting skills and solve your urgent need? Well... we can just watch from the sidelines, okay?"
Yun Qiuhe, who was wearing a hat, walked out of the courtyard. Hearing Zhang Wenfeng's self-recommendation, he immediately answered.
The other party is not a frivolous person. Since he can say this, he is obviously very confident.
She took the opportunity to make an unreasonable request and wanted to observe and learn something.
She carried a large dark yellow oilcloth bag in each hand.
This kind of bag is specially made by Daolu Academy. It folds very small and can be opened to hold a lot of items. It is made of ice silk and is very strong and tight and does not leak water. It is a must-have item for law enforcement guards to carry out tasks in the field and travel at home.
The setting sun is like blood, and dusk is approaching.
The chirping of returning birds in the forest adds a bit of life to the ancient Taoist temple.
Fu Gujing smiled and said: "Because of Zhang Daoyou's enthusiasm for ancient roads, Fu must bring some wine next time and have a nice drink with Zhang Daoyou, please!"
"Don't be polite, you two. There's nothing you can't see. Let's go to the west hall, please!"
Zhang Wenfeng couldn't tell that Fu Gujing meant to help his junior sister. He didn't mind. His sketching techniques could not be learned easily by just watching.
"Wait a minute, I'll clean my hands first. They're really dirty. It's indecent to go to a Taoist temple like this. I'll listen if I'm dirty."
Yun Qiuhe put down the oilcloth bag and asked Brother Fu to wash away the remaining dirty water. She couldn't get rid of it. Of course she had to use clean water to clean her hands?
She touched the white zombie and was so disgusted that she wanted to rub the skin off with sand and stones.
Zhang Wenfeng smiled and poured out the dirty water in the basin, took it into the kitchen, rinsed it, and poured a basin of clean water out. After Yun Qiuhe crushed the soap locust and washed his hands repeatedly, he changed two basins of water. After washing, the three of them went together Come to the west side hall.
Spread a three-foot piece of rice paper on the desk, fold it in half and cut it with a knife, then fold it and cut out a strip, roughly in quarter size.
Zhang Wenfeng used the two jade paperweights left by his master to hold down the two sides, and asked Yun Qiuhe for the piece of thrush and black stone.
He tried the ink color on a small strip of rice paper. The ink was like a charcoal strip, slightly stiffer.
Use a knife to cut the round end of the stone into a square shape with sharp edges. Then, under the confused gaze of the two people, they pinched the stone with three fingers and used it as a pen, and scratched on the thick rice paper. , whether it is rice paper or ancient inkstones with carved pine smoke and ink that Master uses, they are all expensive and good things.
With just a few strokes, the female thief's long hair and face shape were outlined, followed by her facial features.
He used his pen like a knife, and every stroke was precise.
There are no tools such as erasers on hand. Of course, no matter how good the rice paper is, it is not allowed to be changed or wiped. This is not sketch paper, nor is it a soft pencil or soft charcoal, but a mineral that has not been processed too much.
Yun Qiuhe's eyes were filled with brilliance, his mind was moving, and his right hand unconsciously imitated gestures.
It turns out that the thrush stone can also be used for painting. She saw how easy it was to use it in Zhang Daoyou's hands. She was secretly happy and felt that she had learned a strange skill this time. It is not difficult to draw people, as long as the method is right.
Seeing the image of the female thief coming to life on the paper, she seemed to have come to life, and her appearance was actually very beautiful.
Especially the pair of red and phoenix eyes that no longer glared at the scary people, but there was a hint of surprise in the mist.
Too beautiful!
It was completely different from the dull and unremarkable thin portraits painted by famous painters she had seen in the past.
Look at people, they can use a stone to make a dead person come alive.
Whether it’s the changes in ink color or the facial expressions, they all look alike at first sight.
How awesome!
