Three-foot bluestone alley, a wisp of wind through the hall.

Yongqing Lane.

Yiqian's mansion.

Under the painting of the patriarch of the Sanqing Dynasty, in front of the tablet of Yanzhen's death, the incense is faint, and the hall is full of incense.

The righteous Taoist priest sat with his five hearts facing the sky, saw the Qi of the clear sun, gathered gloom in his heart, and cultivated the way of unity of heaven and man.

"Da Da Da ......"

There was a faint sound of footsteps.

——It's a Miao Zhan Taoist.

He was originally a traveling Taoist priest, and after the five demon demons in Changxing City, he was impressed by the Taoist Taoism of the righteous Qian, and was invited to become the unbuilt meditation master of the Taoist priest of the righteous Qian.

"Lord, Jian Yige Gongquan Lao Dao was intercepted and killed, broke an arm and fled into the deep forest, and disappeared."

Miao Zhan Daoist approached, and as soon as he opened his mouth, it was terrifying news.

"The fate of the immortal family is wonderful, after all, there are still people who can't sit still."

The righteous Taoist priest opened his eyes, looked expected, and said:

"The art of sword control in the sword pavilion is famous in Jizhou, and the old way of Gongquan is even more famous as a teenager! It's not easy to kill him! I'm afraid the losses of the attackers are not small, right? ”

"The attackers suffered countless casualties, and there were four corpses at the scene alone." Miao Zhan replied.

"A puddle of muddy water!" The righteous Taoist priest took a breath and shook his head.

"Lord, isn't Immortal Yuan really won by Sword Pavilion?" Miao Zhan asked.

"Tempted?"

"Immortal family chance, it's fake to say that you don't want to be tempted."

Miao Zhan Dao people are also honest.

He came to report that he did not mention the tragic situation of the attacker, but first said that Gong Quan was seriously injured, and the meaning of encouragement was overflowing.

"Xinghuan Mountain Palace is now, and the master of Tonghuanguan was killed, and even many villagers in Dutang Village died violently for no reason, and those who got this immortal fate can be called ruthless! Jian Yi Pavilion repairs swords to kill, if this immortal fate is really obtained by Jian Yi Pavilion, Gong Quan Lao Dao is probably mostly a bait on the bright side, why should we add blood debts? ”

The words of the righteous Taoist priest were ambiguous and did not make any accusations, but the meaning of the words made the Miao Zhan Taoist fall into silence.

"Instead of pondering the immortal fate now, Daoyou should think more about yourself." The righteous Taoist priest said again.

“…… Why did the Lord say this? ”

"The fate of the immortal family is confusing, I am afraid that the evil demons will not be able to ask for it, kill indiscriminately, and hit that opportunity."

Miao Zhan Dao people were shocked when they heard this.

Yes, as a local Taoist priest in Changxing City, the first person to arrive at the scene of the incident may be targeted.

"Lord, how is that good?"

"Just kill a few jumping clowns."

The righteous Taoist priest's tone was calm, but his heart was heavy.

On the day of Asgard's dust, as the first person to arrive at the scene, he was extremely clear about the direction of the whole thing.

There are many traces left at the site of the tomb, but there are two main clues:

One is the yellow-skinned essence blood sprinkled on the ground;

The second is a few strands of cloth between the bushes.

There was a Taoist priest at the scene immediately, who used the Chonglong Jade Rune, summoned the nose god, and tracked him away.

As a result, when passing through the Tonghuan Taoist Temple, he was surprised to find that the master of the Tonghuan Temple had been killed, and there were even villagers at the foot of the mountain who died violently at the same time, and they could not summon their souls.

The clue of the yellow skin essence blood came to an abrupt end.

However, those strands of cloth pointed to a treasure horse that was fostered in the villager's home, and after a thorough investigation, it was learned that this was the mount of the Jianyi Pavilion Sect.

And the man had long since disappeared without a trace.

Who obtained the fate of the immortal family, there is no need to repeat it so far.

When the righteous Taoist priest found out about this, he immediately stopped it, went home, and devoted himself to cultivation, not asking about foreign affairs.

However, even so, it may be difficult to stay out of it.

……

……

The righteous Taoist priest was worried.

As everyone knows, Mo Chuan, who used incense as a mirror to see this conversation, felt even heavier in his heart.

It turned out that after he sorted out the inheritance of the Heavenly Demon Daoist, he used the incense as a mirror to spy on the subsequent changes in Changxing City.

As a result, he never expected that he would hear about the violent death of the Lord of Tonghuanguan and even some villagers.

Could it be that the Heavenly Demon Daoist still has a heritage?

Under the tomb, under the tomb, there is a tomb?

The latecomers were afraid of leaking the news, so they killed the master of Tonghuanguan and some of the villagers?

Or did Jian Yige think that the immortal fate had been obtained by the disciple of the sect, that is, the scholar Sword Immortal, so he took the initiative to wipe the ass of the disciple?

Or is this ...... What did Huang Buyu do?

Mo Chuan's face sank.

At this moment, he thought of all possibilities.

As his thoughts flowed, his mind moved, and his figure suddenly disappeared from the living room and escaped into Changxing City.

Reappeared in Changxing City, which had lost its initial bleakness.

The matter of the immortal palace on the top of Xinghuan Mountain, I don't know how many people have been attracted to ask for immortals.

Saying goes:

After the great calamity, there will be blessings, and after the great calamity, there will be great prosperity!

This may be a sign of the prosperity of Changxing City.

Mo Chuan had no intention of visiting, and wanted to hire a carriage to go to Xinghuan Mountain, but when he came to the carriage and horse shop, he realized that the carriage in the city had already been rented.

I had no choice but to walk.

Fortunately, there are a lot of idlers like him, but they are not eye-catching.

On the way, I met a few scholars by chance, and after some exchanges, I learned that the immortal fate in the eyes of the cultivators has become a source of wealth in the eyes of the world.

"The Taoist chief doesn't know, yesterday someone found a fairy beast in the mountain, dedicated to the prefect, I heard that he was rewarded with a thousand gold! You see, most of these people are heading for the fairy beast. ”

The fellow scholar pointed to the endless stream of pedestrians on the road, chatting eloquently, very excited.

"Immortal beasts?"

Mo Chuan was surprised, and after careful questioning, he realized that it was a white deer with a body like snow.

Also known as: Tianlu.

"The Narrative of Differences" once said: "The deer has been a blue deer for a thousand years, a white deer for another five hundred years, and a black deer for another five hundred years." ”

This is auspicious from heaven!

I heard that the prefect of Changxing was overjoyed to get this immortal beast, not only rewarded the people who sacrificed the beast, but also sent someone to send Shangrui Bailu to the imperial city overnight.

As soon as this incident came out, it can be said that it will add another fierce fire to the matter of Xinghuan Mountain's current palace.

There is an endless stream of people looking for deer in the mountains.

Mo Chuan shook his head lightly when he heard this.

I'm afraid that there is something wrong with this Changxing prefect, the zombies were offered in front, and now they are offering white deer.

Why, the minister can't do it, so he has become a traitor?

Or is this an enlightenment, or is it a replacement?

"It's Dutang Village in front, right?"

A scholar in the same company put his hand on the pergola overlook, interrupting Mo Chuan's thoughts.

He shook his head, no longer paying attention to the affairs of the temple, and looked up to follow the scholar's point.

From afar, at the foot of the mountain, there are dotted with houses.

It can be described as: warm and distant villages, smoke in the ruins.

When you enter the village, the village is even more lively.

It's okay to ask for immortals, or to make a fortune by panning for gold.

The influx of population has made Dutang Village a tourist attraction, which can be described as an inn and a restaurant.

Before the Chinese New Year, the poor livestock in the village were plucked and slaughtered, and became the arrows of the intestines.

Mo Chuan had no intention of staying, relying on his amazing physical strength, bidding farewell to a few scholars and climbing the mountain.

He had no taboos, and walked along the mountain road to Tonghuanfu Temple.

Today, many people have come to the temple.

The simple incense bowl is full of incense, which can be described as incense like firewood, as small as a cloud.

I don't know if it's General Bai Zhenbei;

Or worship the desires of the heart.

Mo Chuan walked around a few times, and then quietly left, like a disciple of the Dao Sect who was seeking immortal fate by luck.

He followed a few pedestrians to the place where the tomb of Tonghuanfu Temple was located.

The cemetery has changed dramatically.

Among the many graves, there is a new grave.

It is the tomb of the old Guanzhu of Tonghuan.

Until this time, Mo Chuan was the old master, and his original name was Pang Kuan.

He sighed secretly, his footsteps did not stop, and followed the pedestrians, climbed to the top of the mountain, and acted enough, until the sun was set in the west, and then he stepped on the sunset and returned to Dutang Village, found a farmhouse, and lived.

At dinner, I can't help but ask.

It was finally determined that the villager who died violently was the person he saw seeking medical treatment at the Tonghuan Fu Temple that day.

……

Night.

Insects chirp and beetles leap, frogs and cicadas chirp.

Mo Chuan was lying by the simple window, looking at the moonlight like water, and his heart was slightly sunk.

If only the Lord of the Universe died violently, it could be an accident.

However, even those villagers who sought medical treatment died violently, which is enough to show that this incident was by no means a murder of passion, but a premeditated plan.

Generally speaking, the biggest beneficiary is the biggest suspect!

Who is the biggest beneficiary of this?

Needless to say, it's him Mo Chuan.

But in the eyes of outsiders, the biggest beneficiary is Jian Yige.

"Huang Buyu has no time to commit the crime."

"Even if Jian Yige has the heart to protect his disciples, it is too late to commit the crime, and the only murderer is that scholar!"

"That scholar doesn't seem to be a good person, not to mention the sneak attack, but even more nonsense, I'm afraid that when he finds out that I have made a discovery, he will send a sword boy spirit to kill the master of Tonghuanguan."

"Of course, these are just my guesses, it is not excluded that the Heavenly Demon Daoist still has the inheritance obtained by others, maybe the cave of the leyline is just a suspicious tomb set up by the Heavenly Demon Daoist to avoid the pursuit of the enemy."

Thinking of the second possibility, Mo Chuan felt a trace of irritability in his heart for no reason.

For a long time, I couldn't help laughing at myself, saying that people's hearts are not enough to swallow elephants.

"Hoo ......"

He exhaled deeply, and after making sure that this matter should not involve him, he immediately threw the distracting thoughts in his heart behind him, looked at the bright moon outside the window, and unconsciously closed his eyes.

"Click-"

Suddenly, a slight sound suddenly woke up Mo Chuan.

Raise your eyes and look at the window, the hook moon is slightly oblique, and everything is silent.

Mo Chuan's pupils dilated, and his mind suddenly tensed.

At the end of summer, cicadas chirp and dogs bark.

How could a huge village suddenly be as silent as a grave?