On the way back, the tall Xu Laoba still scolded and complained as when he came, and even added a few points of courage that he had not had at that time, and threatened that if he didn't know how to swim, he would definitely jump into the lake and swim to the boat without hesitation, and see if it was a person or a ghost in the cabin, regardless of whether it was a person or a ghost, he would drag it out and beat him up first, absolutely mercilessly. Xu Laoliu, who had an orange peel face, was silent all the way, but he drank most of the old wine in his hand, so that he looked a little swaying when he walked in the dark night.

Orange Peel Face really wanted to find out who this person was, rich, had a grudge against the Gongsun family, and was not very old, and what made him most uneasy was that he even knew about the cultivators. Originally, the circle of cultivators was isolated from ordinary people, and the well water did not interfere with each other, and the cultivators were introduced to ordinary people to plot against another ordinary person, which was a great taboo, and if the matter was too big, he might be punished by thunder, and besides, what he knew was not an ordinary cultivator, but a ghost cultivator, a group of people who were originally wandering on the edge of the Heavenly Dao and the law.

He didn't want to introduce the ghost cultivator to the young man in the cabin, but after these few contacts, there was no doubt that the young man was generous, and he had just made it clear in the cabin that if the matter was done, the reward would be far more generous than the previous two times. It is said that money can make ghosts grind, and the orange peel face Xu Laoliu kept struggling all the way in his heart, and he didn't hear what the tall Xu Laoba said. His pitted face and bald forehead were the ones he had dealt with for too long when he was young, some of them were dug by himself, and some of them were bought from others, but he didn't know how to control qi, and he was contaminated with too much dead gas and corpse poison, so he thought that his time was running out, and the coffins were all in the store. Who would have thought that there was no endless road, and when I was trading, I actually met the other party was a ghost cultivator, and the ghost cultivator taught him the basic art of spitting, and also pulled a recipe for him, in return, he became the eyeliner of the ghost cultivator, and specially helped the ghost cultivator find some sideways things in the city, of course, it was free.

When a cultivator cultivates to a certain level, what he competes for is money, gold, silver, jewelry, and jade, which are all used to save the family at the bottom of the box in ordinary people's homes, but in the eyes of the cultivators, it is a mundane thing that passes away. In this world, after all, there are fewer rich people and more poor people, and cultivators are also divided into three, six, nine and so on, and the ghost cultivation gangs are complex in level, often exploiting from top to bottom, and the small cultists at the grassroots level are not much better than the hawkers selling oil cakes in front of the mule and horse market. Therefore, some ghost cultivators reach out to the world, find some eyeliner to do some shady transactions, and they turn a blind eye in the circle.

When he was about to reach the city gate, Orange Peel was ruthless and decided to give it a fight. Because listening to this young man's meaning, it seems that the eighth child is involved in some trouble this time, if it is not for the young man to come over to inform him, it is difficult to guarantee that this trouble will not burn to himself, it can be seen that he still has some ability. If you have the ability, it's best not to offend, after so many years in the rivers and lakes, the orange peel face is tossed half-dead to this age by relying on this golden rule that he has summarized. And if you introduce the ghost cultivator to the young man, you will be fine, and you will be completely out of the middle of this matter, and you will go wherever you like with the reward.

The two walked along the city wall for a hundred zhang, stopped in front of a big tree, the tall Xu Laoba spat twice in the palm of his hand, then lifted his pants, bent down and lifted his shoes, and then held his breath, hugged the tree with both hands, clamped the trunk with the inner thighs, and kicked on the trunk obliquely with both feet, like an arched caterpillar and climbed up, although the action was ugly but the speed was extremely fast, climbed fast about two or three zhang, Xu Laoba stopped and stepped on a branch that grew into the city, and then took out a finger-thick rope from his clothes, and hung the middle position on the branch, and then got up and picked up the rope at both ends, and walked from the branches of the tree in the direction of the city. Walking to almost half of the position, Xu Laoba squatted down, grabbed the rope, jumped lightly and strengthened his hand at the same time, and the whole person slid down, seeing that he was about to reach the city wall, Xu Laoba let go of one end of the rope, and grabbed a slender branch with the other hand to adjust the balance, in the dark Xu Laoba was not slender like a predatory bird, and landed accurately on the head of the city.

It seems that this Xu Laoba has a little light kung fu.

Xu Laoba pulled the rope a few times and took it back, and threw it down in front of the orange peel face. Orange Peel bent down and pulled the rope into a thin loop and put it into his clothes, and said softly, "I have something to do, you go back first." Then he didn't look at Xu Laoba at the head of the city, turned around and disappeared into the night.

The orange peel face kept walking towards the north, and the more he walked, the more he walked, the more he walked, until finally there was no road, and all the dirt slopes and hills in front of him were high. He calculated in his heart that the ugly hour was about to pass, and the sky would definitely light in less than two hours, and he was now covered with dew, and the uppers of his shoes were stained with withered grass and yellow mud. Thinking of this, he quickened his pace, lowered his head and gasped, and finally came to an abandoned earthen temple.

This temple looks like it has been abandoned for many years, and it is said to be a temple, but it is actually a small earthen house. The unknown Buddha who was enshrined on the high platform had his head knocked off, leaving only a body, sitting cross-legged motionless. Orange Peel Face held the door shaft of the temple door with one hand, scraped the yellow mud on the soles of his feet on the rotten threshold, and then replaced it with another foot to scrape hard, and rubbed the soles of his shoes on the ground after scraping, so that the soles of his feet felt relaxed.

After doing this, he walked straight in, and did not look at the headless Buddha, but went around behind the Buddha. Originally, it was a dark night when I couldn't see my fingers, and there was no light in the broken temple, and the orange peel face groped behind the Buddha for a while, and finally found a fire fold, and then grabbed a handful of dry straw on the ground. He squatted down and put the fire fold at his feet, then rubbed the straw ball back and forth in his hand for a long time, until it was kneaded into a velvet shape, and then picked up the fire fold and knocked it hard against the straw, and the straw was ignited with the sparks that burst out.

The orange peel face turned the fire slightly larger, and turned to the front of the Buddha, which was a wooden statue of the Buddha, which could be seen to have long been cracked, and the Buddha's body was covered with cobwebs and wisps of dust. He stretched out two fingers in the largest crack in the Buddha's body and touched it, and pulled out a flat object, which looked less like a piece of wood and bamboo, but more like a deliberately repaired bone. He went outside the house to confirm the direction, then faced northwest and stuck the thing in his hand into the mud, turned back and drew a small piece of incense with his finger from the crack, lit the incense on the fire, and inserted the incense from the place where he had just inserted it. As soon as the smoke approached the flat thing, it immediately became straight and thin, and flew up less than half a foot before flying diagonally to the northwest like a branch sticking out. Orange Peel watched all this in silence, then turned back to the temple and put out the fire that had just been born for a while, and went out to sit by the incense for half an hour, and finally extinguished the incense, put everything back in its place, and then hurried back in the direction of the city.

The silk village of Gongsun's family was burned, and it was burned twice in a row in a short period of time, which can be regarded as a first-class event. Wang Zhutou sent dozens of his brothers out to inquire about the clues of the fire oil, but the hard work paid off, and in the morning he arrested more than a dozen ink makers who hid the fire oil and Taoist priests wearing Taoist robes of various colors.

"What can you do? Catch so much at once?" the catcher who found the traces of fire oil last time leaned into Wang Zhutou's ear and asked softly.

"Drag them out first, and each of them will receive five rods. "The king would rather kill by mistake than miss it.

"Not so well. "The surname of Zhukuai is Wei, and it can be seen that he has a good personal relationship with Wang Zhutou, and he dares to give different opinions in person.

"Each ink-maker receives two rods, and then calculates according to their daily consumption of fire oil and the amount of ink produced, and the right ones are let go, and the ones who are not counted are left to continue fighting. These Taoist priests ...... After beating first, it was said that a Taoist priest went to Gongsun's house to confuse the public, and they did not report it to cover up the same party. ”

"How do they report it, they don't know. Wei Zhukuai was quite kind and began to speak for the Taoist priest.

"Aren't they Taoist priests, other Taoist priests can calculate the bad luck, but they can't calculate it, which means that they are thieves who deceive and deserve it. Wang Zhutou was full of words.

"Gao, framing you is the highest, my king catches the head. Wei Zhukuai secretly gave a thumbs up.

"Begging for a beating!" Wang Zhutou didn't mind Wei Zhu's quick teasing at all, but he pretended to be angry, but his face was smiling, and he held his shoulder, and the two of them staggered to the side room. After a while, the hall was full of crying fathers and mothers, and the atmosphere was no different from that of a pig slaughterhouse.

Wang Zhutou and Wei Zhukuai were talking about chores in the next room, someone knocked on the door outside, Wang Zhutou replied "Come in", a little brother respectfully pushed the door open, stood by the door and said that when they were inspecting the southern city, they found a dumped fire oil in an abandoned house, and it seemed that there were quite a few at that time.

"What a fish that slipped through the net. Wei Zhu quickly commented without being salty.

"Leak a fart, just a few dozen of us, it's very good to be able to find half of it in such a short time. It seems that the other party may have received some rumors...... Don't say it, it's pretty fast. At the end of the king's head, he praised the person who poured the oil on the fire.

"Let's see?" Wei asked quickly.

"Look at the fart, the oil can't speak. Wang Zhutou snorted heavily, looked at the little brother who came to the newspaper and said, "Evacuate all the people, and treat them as if they didn't find those oils." Wei Zhukuai, you find a few brothers to change into civilian clothes, let him take them, take the location of the fire oil as the center, look at it door to door within a radius of fifty zhang, remember not to talk to others, do not be in company, especially for those who don't look serious, focus on recording. ”

"What about those people outside?" Wei Yu asked quickly, and at the same time he snorted, there were still people in the lobby who were chattering, this board was indeed not light.

"Those who haven't finished the fight continue to fight, and those who are suspicious and don't look good will be locked up. But after locking up, don't fight again. ”

"Are you trying to ......?"

"I just want the other party to know that we don't have a clue now, this case has reached a dead end, and we have no choice but to arrest people indiscriminately. ”

"Wang Zhutou, you are really an old fox. Wei Zhukuai praised him sincerely, and then went out with the little brother just now.