The cock crows and the sun rises.
Ancient walls, old streets.
People dress neatly, open the door of their houses, and start a new day. Whenever they meet acquaintances, they will discuss the various activities that happened outside the window last night.
They went from being panicked a few days before the lockdown to now taking it for granted and even talking about it.
The common people have never seen the scene outside the window, but they can describe it more clearly than the last one.
Some said there was a ten-legged dog outside the house, and some said they saw their own willow tree standing up and running around. Anyway, it became more and more bizarre, so I had to come on.
In the city lord's mansion.
"So, the Yin Qi in the samsara rift was slightly weaker last night. Was it the calm before the storm?"
Xin Jiaxuan's eyes were sharp. After a night of fighting, the murderous military aura in him had not dissipated.
The Confucian gentleman habitually played with the wooden plaque on his waist and nodded in response: "According to the analysis of the book records provided by the Confucian Temple, it is indeed true."
"How long will it take for the Yin Qi explosion to arrive?"
"I don't know, maybe one or two days, maybe more than ten days."
"What level of confused souls will appear?"
"I don't know. The rules of heaven involved in the road of reincarnation are too high. How many people in the world can explore them clearly."
Everyone fell silent.
It stands to reason that the formation created by the Three Saints will not cause problems for thousands of years, but why did the reincarnation formation break in just two hundred years?
Why is it their position?
And the bad news doesn't stop there.
The Confucian gentleman has no intention of hiding anything, and his words are like adding insult to injury.
"The letter from the academy came back, and it was clearly stated that support from the Upper Five Realms will have to wait for another week."
Having said this, he looked at Xin Jiaxuan: "Brother Jiaxuan, you are just a passer-by. I can't say anything against your will to let you go. I can only guarantee that things in the city will be settled. For your first request, I will personally help you to lodge a request with the Confucian Temple." Convey.”
"Okay." Xin Jiaxuan handed over his hands, said nothing more, and continued to adjust his breathing with his eyes closed.
At this time, the atmosphere in the City Lord's Mansion had condensed to freezing point.
The unknown is the most dangerous thing, and this is no exception for monks.
"Do you have any information about the person who took action last night?" The City God suddenly thought of something and spoke quickly.
Although he fought at the rift last night, the metallic seal was so powerful that it was difficult not to notice it.
Afterwards, they rushed to the scene, and even after a few hours, they could still feel the sharp aura of the seal.
The Confucian scholar nodded: "There are some clues, Miss Liu, please tell me."
When Liu Jiangyan heard this, water mist rolled up from his hands, and finally formed a figure in the room.
The figure was dressed in robes, with regular features, a hood on his head, and a buffalo following behind him.
"This is the person who took action. When he performed the spell, a Confucian monk happened to be at the scene." Liu Jiangyan pointed at the figure formed by the mist.
"What state is he in?"
"At least Nascent Soul!"
"What?!" Cheng Huang stood up suddenly, his voice full of surprise, "Did the Grand Master of the Daqian Kingdom come in person?"
And Xin Jiaxuan also opened his eyes. He was more concerned about the first two words: "At least?"
Liu Jiangyan said "Yeah". When she first received the news yesterday, she was even more shocked than the two of them.
"What about him... that senior?" the City God asked.
"After killing a soul, it disappeared."
After Liu Jiangyan finished speaking, he continued to add, "We have carried out a spiritual sweep and found no trace of our senior. Maybe he doesn't want to see us for the time being."
"Then just wait?"
"Of course not. I just learned from the soldiers guarding the city that this senior entered the city to find a man named Zhang Chenglin."
"Who is Zhang Chenglin?"
"A mortal government servant."
...
The sun is rising.
The vendors carried the shelves and yelled the lines they had been shouting for a lifetime in their rough voices.
After this family shouted, that family roared, one after another.
Zhang Chenglin, wearing a neat government uniform, patrolled alone.
Growing up in a small village, he felt that he was actually quite lucky to be able to find a dream job in Fucheng.
He still remembers his father's expectant eyes and his mother's nagging words when he left the village seven or eight years ago.
At that time, I patted my chest and told my two elders that I would definitely make a name for myself.
He remembered the excitement of seeing the Immortal Pill Pavilion when he first came to this city, the embarrassment of accidentally entering the Spring Tower, and the longing of reporting to the Yamen for the first time.
He clearly still remembers a lot of things. Things that he thought were right at first, but he didn't know when he started to question them.
Zhang Chenglin didn't understand why he worked conscientiously and was not afraid of life and death, but in the end he became a person who could only pour tea for his master and was promoted to the head catcher.
Doesn’t catching criminals require martial arts and courage? Does the police need tea art?
Zhang Chenglin didn't understand why he had worked so hard as a government servant for so long but still had no savings in the end.
Where's the money?
He still had many problems, and these problems accumulated and weighed on him, causing his vision to become cloudy and numb.
The patrol is over and it’s time to submit the report again.
Zhang Chenglin used a brush to write and draw on the record paper. He did it very seriously, even though he knew that the master just glanced at it and threw it aside.
When I arrived at Fukuo County Government Office, I walked into the side room on the left and saw the boss eating grapes. I respectfully handed over today's record and left the side room with his perfunctory praise.
Zhang Chenglin skillfully picked up the broom and began to clean the door of the house.
"It seems like I can only live like this for the rest of my life."
Zhang Chenglin swept away a fallen leaf and murmured to himself, what would happen in the next day, he could recite it without moving his head.
When people complain or quarrel, the magistrate will carefully check the family backgrounds of both parties, which is very important for subsequent judgments.
He would shout "mighty" from the side, then continue patrolling, and finally end the day dragging his tired body.
"He is here, Master Immortal, he is here."
A familiar voice came into his ears, and Zhang Chenglin turned his head to listen...it belonged to the county magistrate!
He suddenly turned his head and looked.
I saw that the magistrate, who was usually impressive, was walking with his back almost hunched over.
In front of the magistrate, there was a woman with a cold face, so beautiful.
"Are you Zhang Chenglin?" the woman said.
"Ah? I am." Zhang Chenglin replied, a little nervous.
"Don't be nervous, my name is Liu Jiangyan." Liu Jiangyan smiled softly, "Do you know this person?"
There is water mist generated, it is a man riding a bull.
Really a fairy? Zhang Chenglin didn't understand what such a huge person wanted to do with him.
"No answer yet!" The magistrate raised his head slightly and shouted sternly.
Liu Jiangyan frowned: "Did you ask me to speak?"
The tone was very cold, which was completely different from when he was talking to Zhang Chenglin just now.
The magistrate was so frightened that he fell to the ground, his body trembling: "I don't dare!"
Liu Jiangyan glanced at him, then looked at Zhang Chenglin again, and his tone returned to a gentle tone: "Do you know him?"
Only then did Zhang Chenglin react and didn't dare to lie: "I don't know him."
"Take a closer look."
"I really don't know the villain."
"Is that so? Are there two people named Zhang Chenglin in the city?"
Liu Jiangyan's smile faded, and after thinking for a moment, he handed over a jade talisman, "If you see him, strike this jade pendant."
Zhang Chenglin took it, a little confused, and wanted to ask again, but the fairy had disappeared.
At the gate of the Yamen, there were only Zhang Chenglin holding a jade pendant and the magistrate lying on the ground.
"Master Magistrate, the immortal has left." Zhang Chenglin reminded him kindly.
The magistrate then raised his head, his fat head waving around, and after confirming that the immortal was gone, he got up.
Zhang Chenglin wanted to help him, but the magistrate raised his hand and threw him away.
The magistrate's tone was deep and cold: "You know this and I know it. If I knew you were gossiping..."
Zhang Chenglin became more accustomed to this attitude, which brought him back to reality from his dream. He was about to answer "yes".
A gentle voice came from outside.
"Excuse me, little brother, do you know a government official named Zhang Chenglin? I will bring some dumplings to his family."
