It's gone.

At this moment, Xue Daoren can already confirm that Mr. Yu is really a master, and maybe it is not a coincidence that he appeared in front of Zhang's house last night.

Xue Daoren slowly got up with a bamboo stick, reading the signature on it and thinking about the meaning.

If you use the signature of the local City God Temple to solve it, this sign is the eighty-sixth sign, asking for a family house, which can roughly mean that the family is not harmonious and there is a misunderstanding between each other, but there is also a turnaround to reconcile.

Although it is a winning lottery, it is a winning lottery.

However, Xue Daoren is not seeking a house, and he is also a Taoist, combined with his own situation, he has already noticed the true meaning implied in the signature after a little thought.

The hint given by Lord Chenghuang is that I have made a mistake, and it is not a small fallacy

"Antecedents and consequences are self-reciprocating"

Murmuring, Xue Daoren looked around, and unconsciously chased the old gentleman out of the city just now.

The road was obviously not the main official road, and it was deserted, with a few small roads leading to some of the surrounding villages, and small hills already in the distance.

Looking at the road again, some trees and grasses are blocking the front, but you can vaguely see where Haiyu County is located.

However, it can be seen that although this road is not an official road, it also has some scale, but it is too old and has been covered by wild grass and vines.

Maybe it's an old abandoned road.

I don't know how far I've come out, I don't think it's been long, no wonder I'm so tired.

Xue Daoren helped the flag behind the back of the back box, tightened the back of the bag, re-carried the back box, looked back, and hesitated to take a few steps forward.

"Old gentleman. Mr. Yu."

Xue Daoren shouted twice, but of course he didn't get any response.

Turning the corner of the road in front of him, Xue Daoren, who was about to continue walking, stopped and looked at the side of the road, where the weeds were overgrown, there was a collapsed hut.

This is a small temple on the ground, and it seems that it has not collapsed very soon, after all, there are not too many weeds around, and there are even some moldy and rotten tributes in front of the temple.

It's just that the beam of the top cover is rotten, and it falls and hits the idol, and the idol is crooked to the side.

If you are an ordinary person, you will probably just take a look and walk by.

But Xue Yuan, as a Taoist, was still a little different, he looked left and right, and felt that he could do his best, so he put down his back box and walked over.

Clean up the surroundings of the small temple, and then sort out the tiles one by one, there are not many small tiles in the temple, only about 20 pieces.

After taking the roof away, Xue Daoren solemnly saluted to the statue, and then straightened the land, and then found a few suitable dead branches around, cut them with a knife, supplemented by hemp rope and thin mud, and simply built the roof of the temple.

Then more than 20 tiles were placed on top, and the damaged one or two pieces would also be covered and mended with mud and grass.

In less than half an hour, a small temple on land was repaired, and a few long stones were moved to build a bench.

After coming out of the county office, in fact, Xue Daoren's heart has always been a little chaotic, even just now, he was not calm.

However, by repairing this small temple, Xue Daoren, who was focusing on this seemingly unrelated thing, gradually calmed down.

After repairing the temple, Xue Daoren set up the pottery bowl that was already in front of the temple, and took out a steamed bun from the back box and put it on as a tribute.

After another salute, Xue Daoren himself took a steamed bun and sat next to the temple, nibbling on the steamed bun to replenish his strength, while looking at the signature, muttering vaguely from time to time.

"Where did I get it wrong? There must be a reason why Mr. Yu brought me here because he mentioned where my signature was."

When Xue Daoren looked at the signing, he didn't know that in the small temple that had just been repaired, there seemed to be eyes on the statue on the sign in his hand.

The face of the idol, the eyes opened by the earthen embryo seemed to move.

As soon as he saw the bamboo stick, the land lord who was the land lord in this area already understood, this sign had been cast by Lord Chenghuang, and it seemed that there was a special spiritual aura on it.

This person is not ordinary, at least the opportunity is not ordinary.

Xue Daoren didn't know that the land lord was looking at him, and when he was nibbling on the steamed buns, he went to drink water with the bamboo tube hanging on the back box, but the bamboo tube started, shook it and poured out a few drops of water, but it was not enough to moisten his throat when he caught it with his mouth.

Just now, a considerable part of the water in the bamboo tube was used to mix with the mud.

Xue Daoren had been running for so long and working for so long before, and now he had eaten half a steamed bun again, and his mouth was a little dry, so he temporarily put down the steamed bun and other things, and left with a bamboo tube.

After all, he is not an ordinary person, he only needs to feel the mantra in his heart for a moment, and he knows that there is water nearby, and not long after he walked out, he saw a small stream, which seemed to extend from the direction of a small hill in the distance.

Xue Daoren first washed his hands, washed away the muddy water, and then used a bamboo tube to scoop the water upstream.

The water of the stream is clear and sweet, quenching thirst.

Xue Daoren scooped a tube, and when he walked back to the small temple on the side of the deserted road before, he found that an old man was sitting next to him resting, also holding a steamed bun and gnawing on it.

The eating was obviously a little urgent, it should be hungry, and it was relatively Sven when he saw someone coming.

When Xue Daoren walked over, he glanced at the dishes in front of the temple, and sure enough, the steamed buns on the top were gone.

Look at this old man again, ragged and skinny, obviously very difficult and even unfortunate at home, even so, the old man only took the steamed buns of the tribute god, and there was no trace of passivity in the back box he put aside.

Sighing slightly, Xue Daoren didn't say anything, returned to the stone bench and handed over the bamboo tube.

"Old man, drink some water."

"Oops, thank you, thank you!"

The old man took the bamboo tube and drank it, and drank a little and a half in one gulp before stopping, and continued to nibble on the steamed bun.

Xue Daoren took out two more steamed buns from the back box, one was placed on the dishes in front of the temple, and the other was handed to the old man.

"Old man, the tribute of the god case can be moved, but don't be in a hurry, I haven't been in a hurry for this steamed bun for a long time, this one is for you, don't take it again in front of the god case."

The old man took the steamed bun and nodded.

"Good man, good man! But the things of the gods, my old man has been around for so many years, and I have never seen the gods eat a bite, but they are all cheap birds and beasts, in my opinion, who is hungry and does not dislike it, take it and eat, this god will also look at it with a smile! ”

Xue Daoren picked up his half of the steamed bun and glanced at the old man, although he was down, he also had his own wisdom, and what he said was in line with some of the principles of Shinto.

"The old man is reasonable, and the poor Tao has been taught!"

As he spoke, Xue Daoren subconsciously picked up the bamboo skewer again, and the old man on the side also came over to take a look.

"Alas, Taoist priest, can't you solve this sign?"

The Taoist looked at the old man in surprise.

"Why did the old man say that?"

The old man smiled.

"You are a Taoist, aren't you just like ordinary physiognomy masters, you can unsign for others, whose signature is this?"

"That's right."

Xue Daoren also smiled.

"But it's my own."

"No, no, no, this sign is not yours!"

The old man said this, and seeing that Xue Daoren was puzzled, he added with a smile.

"It's just that you think it's yours, but it's not, at least not entirely!"

The expression on Xue Daoren's face changed slightly, but his strong psychological quality restrained him, and he subconsciously glanced at the small temple next to him.

"Then I wonder what the old man thinks?"

"Alas, I'm a bad old man, I don't know what you're confused about."

Xue Daoren put down the steamed bun in his hand, suppressed some excitement in his heart, and asked as calmly as possible.

"Poor Dao was confused about the things in the county office, and the county commander's wife Liu saw evil in her nightmare, and Poor Dao went to the county government but was shocked by the county order."

Xue Daoren's speech became faster, and he wanted to finish the matter, but at this time, the old man on the side waved his hand to stop his words.

"Needless to say, I don't have that much energy, old man, but when you talk about this Haiyu County Order, it should be this one, right?"

"Naturally, this is the case!"

Xue Daoren hurriedly replied, but the old man nodded slightly, holding half a steamed bun in his hand, and stroking his beard with the other hand as if he was reminiscing.

"As the so-called knowing people and knowing faces do not know their hearts, this Haiyu County order, hehehehe. It's just a well-dressed beast! ”

Xue Daoren was shocked, only feeling that he was about to hear the key.

"Please tell me more about it!"

The old man glanced at Xue Daoren and continued.

"About a year and a half ago on a summer night, the old man and I rested nearby, and in the dark, I heard that someone was buying a murderer here, oh yes, the person who bought the murder was sent by Guan Xinrui, the current Haiyu County Commander."

Xue Daoren's expression gradually changed, it turned out that more than a year ago, this Haiyu County Commander had sent people here to buy the murderer, and he came a total of three times, one of which was even Guan Xinrui himself.

And the person to deal with is not a martial arts master and a gangster, but a woman, Guan Xinrui's "wife of the dregs" in a foreign country.

Whether it was intuition or association, Xue Daoren connected the woman with the person Liu had seen in his nightmare almost instantly.

After listening to the old man's story, even though Xue Daoren had experienced a lot of things, he couldn't help but clench his fists, which was even more unbearable than the so-called unjust case he originally thought.

"But I saw the county order in the county office, why would it?"

The old man seemed to understand what Xue Daoren wanted to say, and thought for a while and said.

"I heard that a while ago, a fisherman in Haiyu Port went out to sea to fish and salvaged a few dragon scales, and sold them in the port, and there was a murder because of dragon scales, which may have something to do with it. Okay, I'm going to stay longer, I'll put the bamboo tube here for you. ”

The old man stood up as he spoke, while Xue Daoren was slightly stunned.

He had also heard about what the old man said, and thought it was a false rumor, could there really be dragon scales?

"You, old man."

The moment Xue Daoren turned sideways, he just wanted to say something but froze, his bamboo tube was placed on a stone bench, but the old man was gone, standing up and looking around, he couldn't see his figure.

Xue Daoren was excited, he had practiced for so many years, although he seemed to deal with gods often, he had never really seen a god man.

At this point, Xue Daoren walked to the front of the temple and carefully looked at the statue sitting in the temple, which seemed to be somewhat similar to the old man just now, he hurriedly took a step back and solemnly saluted to the statue.

"Thank you for your advice!"

(End of chapter)