Chen Xuan slept until noon when he was woken up by a knock on the door.
Yuyang was reading in the courtyard when he heard a knock on the door and asked, "Who is it?"
"I'm Zhao Xiaoming, the county's top catcher, and I'm here to visit the head of the third channel." A strong voice came from outside the door.
"Capture the head?" Chen Xuan put on his clothes and walked out. He was startled when he heard the other party's identity.
Are the authorities in this world investigating crimes so fast?
The person you killed last night came to your door at noon today?
Seeing that Yuyang was about to open the door, he hurriedly said: "Yuyang, I'll open it."
This incident happened one after another. He didn't have time to reflect on his first murder last night. Instead, he was filled with murderous intent.
He thought secretly in his heart: "If these policemen can just come to terms with justice, if they ignore the actions of Guan Yunda and others and insist on punishing themselves for murder, then they will be sent to the Lord of Hell to avenge Guan Yunda and others." .
The worst case scenario would be to take Yuyang away from the Taoist temple and hide in the mountains. Who can find him then? "
Calling Yuyang over, he went back to his room and held the iron sword in his hand, pretending that he had just finished sword practice.
Opening the door, I saw a man about thirty years old, with a dark face, a short mustache, wearing a soap suit, and more than seven feet tall. He was standing with a young man and a middle-aged man in similar clothes. Outside.
He looked at the three of them carefully, estimated their strength in his mind, and finally concluded that they were no more difficult to kill than the three of them yesterday.
Relaxing in his heart, he held his sword and bowed, and asked: "It turns out to be Capt. Zhao. I wonder what the purpose of Capt. Zhao is in my temple?"
The person leading the group was Zhao Xiaoming, and behind him were Han Li and Wang Min.
As soon as Fang saw Chen Xuan's unruffled eyes and the iron sword in his hand that smelled faintly of blood, the three of them felt a vague murderous aura permeate the air.
The hairs on my hair stood on end, and I felt a chill in my heart. I thought to myself, "No, it was really his hand. I am hitting the muzzle of the gun!"
Zhao Xiaoming just had some doubts in his heart. In addition, he heard that the immortal of the three channels passed away, so he wanted to come and see the situation. Unexpectedly, he bumped into the real owner directly. He couldn't help but secretly regret that he shouldn't have been so reckless.
But the matter has come to this, and if you retreat directly, you may force the other party to take action.
His heart was pounding, and he signaled to his two men not to act rashly. He bowed his hands calmly and said, "This Taoist priest must be the disciple of the Third Channel Master. Is he the Taoist Master of Daoxuan? Can I go in and talk?"
Chen Xuan looked at him for a while, stretched out his hand and said, "Please!"
Since the other party didn't intend to take action immediately, he didn't need to get nervous and listened to what the other party had to say first.
Arriving at the bluestone table, Zhao Xiaoming sat opposite Chen Xuan, with Han Li and Wang Min standing behind him.
When Yuyang brought tea and poured him a bowl of tea, Chen Xuan said: "The small temple is simple and has no place to entertain guests. I hope you will forgive me."
"Thank you." Seeing his attitude, Zhao Xiaoming felt a little at ease, took the tea and said, "I'm the one who came here uninvited."
Chen Xuan did not comment. He picked up the teacup with his left hand and blew it gently. He lowered his right hand and never left the hilt of the iron sword. He asked straight to the point: "I wonder what the purpose of Mr. Zhao coming to my mountain is?"
Zhao Xiaoming's hand holding the tea paused slightly and asked: "I wonder if the third channel leader is in good health now?"
Chen Xuan paused when he heard this, put down his tea bowl and sighed: "It's unfortunate that Zhao Captou came here, the master passed away a month ago."
"Is that true?" Zhao Xiaoming said in surprise: "Zhao accidentally learned the news today, but he didn't expect it to be true?"
Chen Xuan shook his head and said: "Everything in the world is unpredictable. Master is already old after all. This is inevitable."
"It's true, everything is fate and no one can control it at all." Zhao Xiaoming took the opportunity to ask: "I wonder if Zhao can go to the Taoist grave to pay homage?"
After hearing this, Chen Xuan looked at him for a while, and saw that his eyes were steady and not evasive, with a hint of regret. He nodded and said, "I'm sorry to see you, Mr. Zhao. Please come with me."
He took some incense, candles and yellow paper and invited the three of them to the backyard. Seeing the three of them worshiping sincerely, the murderous intention in his heart subsided.
After all, he himself is not a murderous person. Even last night, if Guan Yunda and others had not forced too much and insisted on arresting Yuyang's soul, he would never have gone into the city to kill people in the middle of the night.
Realizing that his attitude had completely softened, Zhao Xiaoming secretly breathed a sigh of relief and returned to the front yard and sat down at the bluestone table.
He hesitated for a moment, then considered: "Besides coming here today to hear that the Immortal of the Three Paths passed away, and wanting to come to pay homage, there is also something I want to tell the Immortal.
There was a murder case in the city last night. The deceased were Lei Ming, the leader of the Iron Fist Gang, and two people from Mengzhou Prefecture, named Guan Yunda and Yao Defa. "
Chen Xuan raised his eyebrows and asked calmly: "Oh? Such a thing happened? Does Capt. Zhao know who did it?"
At this time, he also took it lightly. Since they came to his door, he probably already knew that he was the one who did it.
But if the other party wants to take him, he has no intention of letting it go.
If he really follows the other party into prison and leaves Yuyang alone in the Taoist temple, he doesn't know how he will suffer.
The sword is a hero's courage, not to mention that now that he has killed someone and opened the sword, the shackles in his heart have been lifted by a third. How can he still be willing to stick to the constraints of the old rules?
From his raised eyebrows, Zhao Xiaoming could see a carefree and high-spirited spirit, and couldn't help but secretly sigh: The strange road can kill three people in a row at a speed of starry night. Such a person is definitely not a creature in the pool. If he dares to say it, he will be arrested and brought to justice. If you say so, I'm afraid it won't be blood splattered on the spot.
Not wanting to offend him, he paused and said, "Perhaps it was a passing gangster who did it. I will check it out when I get back.
However, during the investigation of the case, we learned that Guan Yunda and Yao Defa actually intended to use witchcraft to seduce the soul of junior brother Ling.
Although the two of them died in an accident, Guan Yunda is a disciple of the White Lotus Sect, and there must be people in his sect who are skilled in this kind of magic. Please pay more attention to it, Taoist Priest. "
Chen Xuan glanced at him unexpectedly, nodded and said, "Thank you, Mr. Zhao, for reminding me. I will care about it."
Zhao Xiaoming stood up, cupped his hands, and said, "In that case, we still have cases to investigate, so we won't stay any longer."
"You three, go slowly." Chen Xuan sent the three of them out, watched them disappear on the mountain road, and then slowly closed the door.
Zhao Xiaoming and the other three silently descended the mountain and came to the official road. When they saw that no one was following them, they breathed a sigh of relief and patted their chests.
Wang Min glanced at Qingfeng Mountain and sighed: "This Taoist Master Daoxuan is so murderous!"
"Yeah, I thought we would end up like Lei Ming and the others." Han Li also nodded repeatedly.
After a while, he asked: "Boss, how are you going to deal with me when you go back?"
"What's the deal? It looks like it was the work of a passing gangster." Zhao Xiaoming glanced at him and said, "Don't you think you can take credit for catching the murderer?"
"No, no, no, I don't dare." Han Li shook his head quickly. He asked himself that he couldn't compare with Lei Ming, so how could he have the courage to catch Chen Xuan who could easily kill Lei Ming?
Zhao Xiaoming explained: "Let's go, explain everything clearly when we get back, and don't let anything slip."
Wang Min said: "Don't worry, boss, others don't know what Master Daoxuan is capable of. No one would believe him even if he told him."
Zhao Xiaoming said softly: "Whether others believe it or not is one thing, but if Taoist Master Daoxuan hears it, it is another thing to believe it or not."
Wang Min immediately changed his words after hearing this: "I will tell them not to talk nonsense when I get back."
Han Li also nodded repeatedly.
