"I know this, it's the story of the White Lady and the flower monk. ”

Qiantong was about to give a speech, but unexpectedly he was answered by Ji Mo Wei, so helpless, sighed: "It's the story of Bai Niangniang and Xu Shusheng, that flower monk is at most a foil, eh, when did you know?"

"In the Qin Pavilion, there is a sheet of music that depicts this tower, next to which is a flower monk and a lady in white, where did Xu Shusheng come from?" asked Ji Mo in confusion.

"Oh, do you know what Scholar Xu was doing at that time?" asked Qiantong.

"It won't be eaten by the lady in white, I saw that she had a snake tail, so big, it's a monster. Ji Mo Wei tilted his head and guessed.

Qiantong's eyes trembled, he didn't expect Ji Mo Wei to say such a thing, he was shocked, shook his head and was about to explain, when suddenly a fisherman ran by the side, hit the two of them, and fell to the ground.

Seeing this, Ji Mowei hurriedly leaned over to help: "Uncle, are you okay?" ”

The fisherman was a little flattered when he saw Jimo's noble dress and distinctive temperament, and hurriedly stood up before Jimo's hand arrived, and hurriedly shouted: "It's okay." ”

Seeing the fisherman's hurried look, Thousand Hitomi asked softly, "Dare to ask, what happened to make you so anxious?"

The fisherman looked at Qiantong carefully, and when he saw that he was dressed strangely, he said, "Who is this little brother, I'm afraid this costume is not a local." ”

Qiantong said: "I am a Taoist priest who visited, passing by here, I saw a red gas hanging in the sky, and I felt that something strange must happen here, and then I bumped into Abo." ”

The fisherman saw that he didn't look like a lie, so he began to narrate: "Our Qiantang County is different from other places where there are sects to manage, we have our own set of royal laws, and the biggest one is Zhixian. Qiantang is located in the lifeblood of the Central Plains, and there are many strange people and strange things, but a recent incident has made the entire Qiantang County panic. ”

"Oh, what a strange thing?"

"Since about seven days ago, the county government has frequently died, from the main book to the small catcher, three people have died, and today I heard that another catcher has died. The fisherman's face was a little ugly, and he was obviously very panicked.

Hearing this, Qiantong thought for a while, and then said: "Xiaodao will thank Abel for solving his doubts in advance. ”

The fisherman also remembered the identity of Thousand Hitomi and said, "Isn't there really a ghost, sir, you have to think of something." ”

Qiantong and Jimo Wei glanced at each other, made up their minds, and said to the fisherman: "Haha, don't panic, since you have waded through this troubled water, there is no reason to ignore it, so Xiaodao and Abel will go on a trip to see what kind of ghost is doing." ”

The fisherman seemed to have taken a dose of reassurance, and he had some confidence in speaking, "Then the gentleman and the girl will come with the old man." ”

After walking for nearly half an hour, I gradually saw a crowd of people in front of me, forming a circle.

"Sir, look, the county government has arrived, and sure enough, someone has died again. The fisherman was terrified when he saw this scene, and when he walked in, he was shocked, and sat on the ground with his shriveled lips opening and closing, babbling and unable to speak, and two lines of tears flowed out of his eyes.

When Qiantong looked at it, he understood that today's catcher was probably the fisherman's son or son-in-law. After a closer look, I found that this person's face was purple and blue, and he should have been poisoned.

Ji Mo Wei took Qiantong's hand and said, "Senior brother, this person has a smell on his body, it's so fragrant." It's not like the incense of the Central Plains, it's not the cara of the joint······"

Qiantong immediately interrupted Ji Mowei with a silent gesture, "Be cautious in your words and deeds!"

"Sir, sir, please save the old man!" the old man, who was in the throes of losing his son, crawled over, hugged Qiantong's leg and begged bitterly.

Qiantong looked at Ji Mo Wei helplessly, and Ji Mo Wei nodded, "Hey, it's a disaster." Qiantong shook his head and stretched out his hand to help the fisherman, "At this time, Xiaodao will definitely be solved, and Ling Lang's matter," Qian Tong took out a talisman paper from his arms and handed it to the fisherman, "Put this talisman on Ling Lang, and it will be able to dispel evil spirits in half a day, and it will be buried at that time." Condolences. “

The fisherman took the talisman paper and hid it in his arms, knelt on the ground and kowtowed, "Thank you, sir, thank you, sir······"

lost his son in his later years, and the white-haired man sent the black-haired man, and he couldn't cry anymore.

Qiantong sighed lightly, leaned over to help the old man, and watched as the old man transported his son's body home with the help of everyone.

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In the inn.

"Senior brother, what kind of talisman did you give to Abo. Ji Mo asked puzzled.

"It's not a talisman, it's just paper. Qiantong explained: "Since the person has died, although the toxin is all over the body, there is nowhere to cling to, and the paper containing the talisman is specially made, placed on the corpse, it can suck the toxin dry in half a day, and the corpse will turn back to pale, so in Abo's view, it is like the talisman paper drives away the evil spirit." “

"Senior brother, you are really a fake Taoist. Ji Mo replied after hearing this.

Thousand Hitomi couldn't help frowning: "Who said that?"

Ji Mo Wei turned around and said, "Don't everyone on the mountain say that?"

Qiantong didn't expect it: "No matter, let's explore the foundation of the county government tonight, and then solve it when Xi Siyang brings someone here." “

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The night was dark, the long street was empty, and the county government did not have a single lamp.

The early autumn evening breeze blows the dull lanterns on the street with a hint of coolness.

"Smack!"

The two climbed over the tall courtyard wall of the yamen and came to the inner courtyard.

The courtyard was empty, and the huge mansion was lit only by candles in the secluded place.

The two looked at each other and went their separate ways. After walking in a hurry for a while, I found that the room of the palm lamp read: "Zhixian Ju", so I stepped forward to take a look.

Ji Mowei hurriedly walked, walked to the lamplight, slowed his pace, leaned against the door frame, and listened slowly for a while, but there was no movement. So he was just about to break down the door, but he heard a voice behind him: "Senior sister." ”

Ji Mo was taken aback, then turned around and said, "Senior brother, why did you come so quickly, ····· over there?"

Before he could say anything, the Qingfeng Sword in Qiantong's hand suddenly stabbed, and in the sound of breaking through the air, the blade continued to enlarge in Jimo Hui's pupils. Ji Mo Wei instantly understood, kicked his feet, and retreated quickly, and the paulownia muqin behind him had already left the piano bag, "Huh-", the body of the piano blocked the incoming sword, turned around and held the guqin for a sweep, hitting the "thousand pupils", but there was a "bang" sound.

At this time, Ji Mo Wei was looking at it, and the "Thousand Pupils" turned out to be an ancient tree.

Suddenly, there was a rapid chime in the distance. "It's not good, go and help my brother!"

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Looking at Qiantong's side again, the moment he touched the door, a long whip pierced through the wooden door and went straight to the front door.

Qiantong leaned back, lay down, supported his left hand, and when he got up, Qingfeng got up.

"Collapse!" the long whip shook, directly shattering the wooden door, and a graceful figure appeared in front of Qiantong's eyes, and at the same time, a refreshing fragrance appeared in the surrounding air.

"What a person!" the woman snorted, and the whip was already withdrawn from her hand.

Qiantong took a closer look, and the woman's whole body was completely different from that of the Central Plains, with purple gauze all over her body, and dark and light purple clothes matching, an exotic style.

"Oh, where is the silly boy?" the woman's language was full of disdain, and although her face was covered by a light veil, her deep eyes were very impressive.