The sun's shadow is slanting to the west, and the village in front of the mountain is already in sight.
Qi Jingzhi stopped at the edge of the forest, turned to look at Lao Mandrill and said with a smile: "Senior, my home is in front of you. Thank you for sending me along all the way. If you want to follow me, just follow me home. I'll find a doctor to look at my leg tomorrow. , it’s not too late to go back to the mountain.”
Lao Mandrill looked at the little smoke rising in the distance and shook his head resolutely.
It raised its hand and pulled off a handful of hair as white as frost and snow from the back of its head, and handed it to the young man with a warm smile in front of it.
Although Qi Jingzhi didn't know why, he still took it.
Lao Mandrill grinned as if he was smiling, pointed at the torch in the young man's hand, and then beat his chest.
Qi Jingzhi thought for a moment and said suddenly: "If you throw this hair into the fire, senior will know and come to meet me?"
Lao Mandrill nodded immediately, grinning even wider.
"Thank you, senior, for your generous gift!"
Qi Jingzhi's expression became serious, and he collected his hair carefully.
He hesitated for a moment and then begged, "Can I give some to Grandpa? He is old. If he encounters any danger while going into the mountains, please ask me to look after him. I will be very grateful!"
Lao Mandrill nodded again, then used his hands together, turned around and headed deeper into the forest without any hesitation.
Qi Jingzhi handed the torch to Jiao Yulang who was standing aside, and bowed his head to Lao Mandrill's back.
Jiao Yulang's face was full of envy, and he said sincerely: "Brother, what a good opportunity! With this senior taking care of me, wouldn't the huge Xiaosongshan be free to come and go, is there anything good I want?"
"What good do you want?"
Qi Jingzhi straightened up, looked at the little kid who stuck to him like brown candy, and said angrily: "It's better not to do the unethical thing of digging graves. You must know that there is a god in your head."
Jiao Yulang raised his head and looked up at the sky, and smiled lazily: "The gods of Daqi don't care about such trivial matters, as long as what we dig is not the tombs of dignitaries of this dynasty or the ancestral tombs of ghosts and gods. Besides, practitioners have their own privileges , unless they turn into evil ghosts after death, even the most disliked sorcerers, as long as they are powerful to a certain extent, will not be able to comment on them."
Qi Jingzhi was surprised and asked as he walked towards home: "Digging graves is an unforgivable crime, ranging from punishment to punishment to hanging. Although Yin and Yang are different paths and the laws of the two worlds are not connected, graves are In the Yin House, don’t the ghosts and gods of the Yin Division care?”
"To living people, graves are just houses of hell, but in the eyes of ghosts and gods, unless they are filled with gloomy, turbid and evil energy and turn into evil ghosts, they are still objects in the human world."
Jiao Yulang hurriedly followed, shaking his head and saying: "Brother, just imagine, all the ghosts and gods in Daqi are conferred by the king. Is it possible that after the king dies, the royal tomb where the corpse lives will be controlled by the ghosts and gods?"
Hearing this, Qi Jingzhi reacted immediately.
He had already learned from Lu Yunzi and Meng Fuzi that the duty of the ghosts and gods of the underworld was to eliminate the mortal karma of the dead and the turbid and depressing energy of ghosts, so as to cleanse the universe and prevent the yin and yang from disorder. On the contrary, as long as it does not involve karma and turbidity, it is not under the jurisdiction of the Yin Division.
"I guess I was wrong. But if a cultivator dies, why is he not under the jurisdiction of the Yins?"
"Hey, my brother is very intelligent and good at everything. It's just that he has only been practicing for a short time and he can't turn around for a while. He is always a little stupid."
Jiao Yulang explained with a smile: "Practitioners have strong souls and lively spirituality. They have other places to go besides reincarnation. They may have to be granted some kind of god status and become colleagues with ghosts and gods. Who cares who? .”
"Even if you are not a ghost or god, who has someone above you or who has some ability to protect themselves, who is willing to be manipulated by the underworld? If the underworld dares to stretch its claws towards a cultivator, he will have to do it first, even if he doesn't come back. What kind of chaos will it be like?"
Qi Jing hesitated, then shook his head and laughed at himself: "Yes, they say that chivalrous people use martial arts to violate the forbidden. Practitioners are far stronger than ordinary warriors, and they will only despise the rules and be unruly and lawless. I think I have read a few books in vain. But they don’t know that what they read is just dead books, and they don’t know how to learn and apply them.”
Jiao Yulang didn't care at all: "Actually, it's nothing. As time goes by, my brother will get rid of his original thoughts of being a mortal, and he will naturally understand. Then again, ordinary people can't survive, and there are still officials who can be killed. What about the rebels, let alone the alien cultivators? Facing those cultivators with orderly inheritance and strong backgrounds, the Yin Division is not as strong as the Demon Suppressing Academy."
As the saying goes, a master is a teacher. Qi Jingzhi did not feel dissatisfied at all when Jiao Yulang, a little boy, gave him a few words of advice in the tone of an experienced person. Instead, he was thoughtful.
At this moment, the sound of dogs barking suddenly came from not far away.
Qi Jingzhi followed the sound and saw his old yellow dog galloping towards this direction.
Behind the old yellow dog, in the dim skylight, there was a familiar tall figure striding forward.
The young man's heart immediately soared, and there was wind at his feet. He ran and shouted loudly: "Grandpa, I'm back!"
Jiao Yulang, who was as young as a kid, had never seen the Qi family brother look like this before. He stared at the young man running away in a daze before he suddenly realized what he was doing and hurriedly jumped to follow him.
After a while, Qi Jingzhi ran up to Old Man Qi. Before he could speak, he saw a few people following behind him.
Qi Jingzhi took a quick look and felt a sudden change in his heart.
These people were all dressed as government servants, and the leader was a shop patrol officer wearing official uniform and carrying a sword.
Shanqian Village is just a small place, with a population of only about a hundred households, and the roads in and out are even more inconvenient. Even during the annual grain and tax payment season, only people from the countryside are sent down. I have never seen so many official officials, let alone patrol officers. Been there in person.
Qi Jingzhi immediately became wary and asked in a low voice: "Master, who are they?"
Old man Qi turned his back to several officials, put away the joy on his face, and gave his grandson a meaningful look.
He patted the young man's shoulder heavily and said in a loud voice: "There is a policeman named Chen in the county government. He has been missing for many days. No one is alive or dead yet! Some people say that before his accident, he was in The county has spoken to you? Now Wandutou is personally investigating the case. Yesterday he brought the police officers here, and today they are still refusing to leave. "
"No one alive, no dead body? Does that mean they haven't been found yet?"
Qi Jingzhi's heart immediately relaxed, and he asked pretending to be confused: "Which Mr. Chen Cha?"
"It's Chen Er!"
While the grandfather and grandson were talking, the patrolman had already walked over with someone. As he walked, he said in a deep voice: "Are you Qi Jingzhi? After identification by many people, it was found that the day before Chen Er disappeared, he was at the Xujia Winery on West Street in the county. I stopped you in front of the square gate, and you two whispered for a long time."
This Mandu was in his forties, with a square face, a full beard, and a pair of sharp moves.
As he spoke, he looked Qi Jingzhi up and down, but after he spoke, his tone gradually weakened.
Just because the young man bathing in the sunset light in front of him was obviously covered in blood. He only had two fox skins, one red and one white, hanging around his waist. He also had a colorful tiger skin on his back, which was several times bigger than an ordinary person's head. The head of the tiger in the circle is hanging down on the young man's back, its eyes are looking at the sky and its teeth are ferocious.
As the saying goes, a tiger cannot be defeated even if it dies. The fierce aura coming from the tiger's head almost knocked Mando over.
His body obviously leaned back, but fortunately, he seemed to have some skills, and he reacted in time to stabilize his lower body, and stood firmly on the spot with his feet, finally not making a fool of himself on the spot.
Even so, the boss's pair of tricks also widened his eyes, and his eyeballs almost squeezed out the corners of his eyes.
The several government servants who followed him were even more miserable. Their expressions changed greatly and they retreated hastily, letting out a series of exclamations.
"If you want to reply to your lord, I am Qi Jingzhi."
Under the setting sun, the young man raised his head slightly, and the smile on his face was as bright as the sunset: "Master Chen, I remember!"
