The midday sun shines brightly on the green glazed tiles on the main hall of the City God Temple on Xitoudao Street.

From the mountain gate, Kong Yunan and a woman came.

The woman was dressed in a dark gray suit, smiling like a flower, and holding her hands behind her back: "The surname Kong, if it weren't for my brother's arrival, would you have done something out of the ordinary that night?"

Kong Yunan looked like a humble gentleman, looking at the lush pine and cypress in the City God Temple, a little intoxicated: "Miss Kanako, you really underestimate me, if you don't have to point a gun at me, how can I be strong against you?" Besides, when I was studying in Japan, I often heard Nakano-kun mention how graceful and elegant Miss Kanako was, not to mention your unexplained approach, which immediately made me think of the possibility of following Fan Daoqi's anti-Manchu elements. However, it's because you've met me, otherwise hehe......"

"I have six Chinese martial artists at home, and I learned a lot of Chinese kung fu from them, I see that you don't look bad, otherwise you will have good fruit to eat."

"Miss Kanako, didn't we come here today to simply see the scenery and put on incense, right?"

"That is, my brother got the information, there will be red elements here today, my brother has arranged for the gendarmerie and the people of the chrysanthemum agency to surround this place, you and I can pay attention to the movements of suspicious people, be sure to catch the mouth."

"Okay, it's the first time I've worked with Miss, and it's an honor to work with Miss." Kong Yunan looked at Kanako with a slightly lewd afterglow.

"Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable! The two donors came to Lingyou Palace, I don't know what to do? The head of the Chenghuang Temple stood in front of the main hall and bowed slightly.

"Under the surname Kong, a businessman. I have long heard that the city god in the Lingyou Palace is extremely effective, and he has nothing to do, so he brings his family to watch the incense. Kong Yunan took out a stack of banknotes from his pocket and handed it to Mao Chenzi.

"Oh hehe—thank you, donor. Qingning, Qing'an, took the donor's incense money, and quickly led the donor into the hall to offer incense. ”

Two young Taoist priests stepped forward and led Kong Yunan and Toyotomi Kanako into the main hall.

At this time, I heard someone shouting, "Get out of here—get out of the way—it stinks for food." A man dressed as a rickshaw pulls the arm of a ragged, unkempt beggar.

But the beggar still tried his best to break in, "Old Master, I haven't eaten for three days, give me something to eat." The voice was slightly hoarse, but eager.

"This little brother of the coachman, this person is the 'Ula grass' who often stays in Guanli, you go and pull your car." The dust shook the dust and greeted it.

The coachman looked into Kong Yunan's eyes, and he didn't have the slightest intention of leaving.

The beggar "Ula Grass" shook the straw hat ring in his hand and pulled it off, knocking off the object from the coachman's waist, and a shell gun fell to the ground with a "snap".

"Ahh When the coachman leaned over to pick up his gun, his foot had already kicked the beggar in the waist.

But the beggar seemed to be defenseless, and he yelled: "How can you be so vicious to the old, weak, sick and disabled beggar? Before he could finish speaking, the old dust was thrown out at a rapid pace, and was hitting the coachman's ankle, when he heard the coachman cry out: "Ahh

Kong Yunan ran over, "Useless things, get out-"

The coachman, grim-looking, barely stood up, picked up his gun, and limped out.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that this coachman is not a coachman.

(End of chapter)