The county magistrate came, still sitting in a small sedan chair. It is said that he came all the way and pretended to be at the entrance of the village. The person who reported the official had just left the village, but the county master had arrived, and it was indeed a bit incredible in that era when geese and pigeons passed books and carried sedan chairs on foot.

The ninth master trembled and trembled when he saw his parents, said something rough, and finally did not forget to repeat:

"Someone's dead. ”

This sentence is meaningless to say or not, although the official position of the county official is not big, you said that the flies next door flew to your house and ate your food, it is estimated that he will not come. Since you have come, you will be the master of what you cannot control, and the Lord that you cannot do.

Without investigation, there is no voice. Yang Zhixian summoned Feng'er and a few villagers again, and inquired in detail about the cause of the incident, and then slowly came to the ancestral hall.

Yang Zhixian opened his mouth and said: "The villagers know what happened two days ago, and some people are going to pick flowers after arson. Let no one dare to think that this person is the head catcher of this county. As a county government law enforcer, he dared to defy the law and do such a despicable thing with morally corrupt means, and he should be sentenced to death. Niu Zhengxing accidentally inserted Ma Liu out of grief and indignation, which is really excusable, and the county will not pursue his responsibility. Niu Er relied on Ma Liu's momentum to run rampant in the township, making a fortune, and today he rolled down from the roof and fell to his death, purely to blame. I hope that the villagers will take this incident as a lesson, be loyal to the family, abide by the royal law, live in harmony with the township, and do more good deeds. The villagers may still be wondering how the county will come so quickly, that day I went to Niu Zhengxing to ask, Niu Zhengxing told the county that he was on the way back to fight the fire, met a man in black, walking slightly to the right, at that time the county suspected that it was him Ma Liu. After returning to the Yaya, the county specially arranged for his personal servants to spy on him secretly. It wasn't until this morning that Ma Liufu and Lin Feng'er fought after she stunned Miss Du, and my servant quickly reported to the county. I quickly summoned the officials and rushed over. was able to catch Ma Liu and solve the case, thanks to Lin Fenger. ”

After Yang Zhixian finished speaking, the villagers all knelt on the ground and shouted in unison: Lord Qingtian.

Li Daoshi said: "Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable! Even if Taishang Laojun personally came to judge, it was nothing more than that, having parents and officials such as Lord Yang was really a blessing for all the villagers." ”

The county master spoke, and summarized and dealt with the whole incident, and the ninth master was no longer trembling, and if he didn't say a few words, the prestige that was originally not high would probably be even lower.

"The old man's judgment is really a god, and the old man thanked his parents for the villagers of the Niu family camp! Since these things came out, the old man is restless and unpleasant, and always hopes that the old man Qingtian can catch the murderer as soon as possible, redress Lan'er's grievances, and give justice to the villagers and the little brother of Huazi. The master is aware of the careful layout, and it really lives up to expectations, and pulls the black sheep out of the crowd. On the day of the accident, the old man's eyes were cloudy, how could a character like Hanako do that thing like a rat and a dog thief? The old man was convinced more than anyone else that they were not that kind of person. It's no wonder that the old man's prestige is not high, and he can't stop Niu Er, so that the little brother Hanako has been wronged! The old man is here to make amends to you for the whole village!"

Some experts have done meticulous research and research, and after citing scriptures and classics, they have come to the conclusion that this ninth master has never read at all. Being able to talk about these words today has nothing to do with his usual humility and eagerness to learn. Jiu Ye lives aimlessly every day, accidentally touched the light of his ancestors, and there is no higher rank than him, and he has become the head of the family. Red and white ceremonies, weddings, funerals and weddings are inseparable from him, and how to speak is a skill that must be learned. When the ninth master is free, he moves a small stool, sits in the private school and listens to the lecture, and remembers what is good and practical in his heart. As for what kind of wooden stool he moved, whether he sat on the left or right side of the door of the private school, the expert did not say. It is estimated that there are no research results yet, and it will be known after a short period of time or a few years.

Speaking is indeed a technical job, and what the Ninth Master said is much better than Niu Er's speech. A few words of soft self-blame and flattery, even if it is as clear as Yang Zhixian, it is like eating nectar. Especially when he heard that he was going to build a shrine for him, although he didn't say anything: An dares to look at this? This political achievement, this reputation, you can't buy it even if you have money. It strengthened his belief that he should be honest and honest.

Yang Zhixian smiled and said: "This is the responsibility of this county, what is the merit? ”

Jiu Ye praised Yang Zhixian a few more words, politely said, and finally earned enough face in front of the villagers, and made enough capital to show off for chatting with the old ladies on the streets and alleys in the future. Then arrange for the villagers to collect the corpses of Niu Erma Liu.

After handling all the affairs, Yang Zhixian took a sedan chair back to the Ya.

Feng'er has washed away their innocence, and they also bid farewell to the ninth master.

Daoist Li and Jiu Ye stayed for a few more days, a little reluctant, and thought of countless immeasurable Heavenly Venerables.

After half a day's work, Feng'er and his entourage had left Niujiaying for more than ten miles, and a big mountain in front of them was in sight.

Suddenly, a strong wind blew, and black clouds rolled in the sky, lightning and thunder.

Feng'er said, "It's going to rain, let's find a place to hide." ”

Ah Niu quipped: "It must be that the eldest brother is reluctant to let us go, and he can't see that he really has two magic brushes when he uses the spell of calling the wind and rain." ”

Yao Xiucai moved the poem and recited a few lines of "The mountain rain is coming, the wind is full of buildings," and "the black clouds are pressing the city and the city is urging".

Fortunately, there is no end to the sky, there is a ruined temple not far away, and several people ran into it in three steps and two steps.

It seems that the incense has long been cut off in the temple, the cobwebs are all over, and the mud fetus meditating looks calm, a decadent Tang Dynasty image, like the City God Temple in the north of Yancheng.

Ah Niu said: "This is not ...... Mud bodhisattva?"

I want to say that this is not our former home, I was afraid that Feng'er remembered the old beggar sadly, and hurriedly changed my words.

Feng'er understood what he wanted to say, and had a special feeling in his heart, guarding a few of them, biting his lip and pretending not to hear anything.

Thunder and lightning poured down.

"Borrow light! borrow light!"

Two people squeezed in from the door, short clothes and short sleeves, around forty, one fat and one thin, both carrying a board axe in their hands.

"This rain will come as soon as it is said, and it will be drenched!"

The thin man said as he entered the house.

Needless to say, these two men were woodcutters who collected firewood, and came to take shelter from the rain because of the heavy rain.

The woodcutters nodded symbolically when they saw the wind, which was regarded as a greeting.

There was no monk in the temple, but the monk went to live in the mountains. ”

The fat woodcutter said to himself.

Feng'er was stunned when she heard this, and hurriedly asked:

"This old brother, what do you say about the monk living in the mountains?"

The fat woodcutter said: "Little brother doesn't know, we collect firewood and go up the mountain every day, and in the last few days, a monk has set up a home in the mountain nest, which is the matter of the past few days." ”

Feng'er asked, "What does the monk look like?"

The fat woodcutter said, "Gao Gaoda's face is ruddy." ”

Feng'er was overjoyed in her heart and exclaimed:

"Alright! Wuchen's time of death has arrived!"