The shade of the trees is swaying, and the tender green leaves are slowly falling under the "backdrop" of the breeze.

In the spring in the south of the Yangtze River, the sun is warm, and people can't help but want to yawn and take a nap.

Li Qingshan and the little red horse squatted on the stone steps by the Yanghe River, each holding a large piece of osmanthus cake in their hands (in their hooves).

Not long after, a head that was "shining" in the sunlight appeared behind them.

"Amitabha! Li Shizhu, the little red horse. Sora smiled and said hello.

"Sit." After Li Qingshan pointed to the position on his side, he took out a piece of osmanthus cake from the oily paper bag on the side and handed it over.

Even though when he was investigating the news, he had already eaten five bowls of bacon gnocchi soup... Six plates of marinated donkey meat... Seven plates of pork dumplings with leeks......

But that still didn't stop him from eating... This guy's belly seems to be a bottomless pit.

No matter how much food you come, you can eat it.

Wang Xuanji hadn't arrived yet, and Li Qingshan and the others didn't share information, after all, it would be a bit tiring to say it again later.

In this way, a monk, a scholar, and a horse, sitting side by side, facing the sparkling Yang River, quietly eating osmanthus cake.

When passers-by walk by, they can't help but speed up their pace when they see a scene.

Monks and scholars are nothing to fear...... But the picture of the big horse sitting and eating osmanthus cake is how weird it looks......

"I'll just keep you waiting."

Wang Xuanji's figure suddenly appeared behind Li Qingshan and them.

Xu was because of the reason for urging the body method to hurry, and Wang Xuanji's continuation sounded a little heavy......

"It doesn't matter." Li Qingshan, who treated the two of them equally, took out a piece of osmanthus cake as usual and handed it over.

Wang Xuanji waved his hand and said, "I've eaten it." ”

As soon as these words came out, Kong Ming suddenly frowned: "What! How dare you eat alone! ”

"Bald donkey, I saw you in the shop where donkey meat was pickled." Wang Xuanji said playfully.

"Uh......" Kongming clasped his hands together and said helplessly: "The poor monk is really hungry too fast......"

Seeing that Wang Xuanji didn't eat it, Li Qingshan was about to stuff the osmanthus cake into the bag, but he looked at him with blank eyes, and said with a smile: "Take it out, the little Taoist priest won't eat it, I'll eat it?" ”

That's a great appetite...... After Li Qingshan gave the osmanthus cake to Kongming, he used the way of sound transmission to roughly describe what he saw and heard in the "coffin field".

When they heard that the salt might have the effect of resurrection, Wang Xuanji and Kongming both widened their eyes.

But then I thought that this was a deceitful territory, so it was not so surprising.

After Li Qingshan finished speaking, Kong Ming ate osmanthus cake while telling about what happened when he investigated the news.

In Kongming's opinion, if you want to find out the news, you only need to go to the streets and alleys and talk more with those "older people" to find out the local situation.

In the beginning, the empty soul was very smoothly integrated into the chat group of the "older people".

After all, the mouth of the empty shadow is still very capable of horning.

The old women were "smitten up" by coaxing.

One by one, they affectionately called him "Empty Space".

The emptiness is also from shallow to deep, pry open their mouths little by little, and let them gossip about the local area... Ahem, the customs are all spoken.

In the end, Kong Ming just casually asked about salt, and those old women were like frying the pot, looking at Kong Ming vigilantly, and at the same time, they scattered in all directions.

In this way, Kongming, who didn't realize what the problem was, smashed dozens of "gossip groups" in the town in a row.

Anyway, it's okay to talk to these people about gossip, but you can't talk about salt...... You can't even ask from the side: Heavy or light when eating......

The serious way didn't work, and the empty soul was forced to have no choice but to resort to some "home remedies".

Although he didn't get any news about salt from the mouths of those old women, he did get a lot of gossip and scandals.

In this way, he relied on the descriptions of the old women to infiltrate the mansion of an outsider.

According to the old woman's legend, this person has a lot of money and a beautiful concubine in the family...... The staff is often not at home, and the concubine has a private meeting with her lover every afternoon every day.

Adhering to the idea of guiding people to goodness and "taking off their hats" for others, after entering the mansion outside the staff, he found the location of the boudoir with ease.

At that time, there was no one in the boudoir, only a huge bathtub in the center of the room.

Inside the bathtub is a bucket full of salt.

I was about to rummage through the room to see if there were any new discoveries, when I heard the laughter of men and women outside.

Hiding behind the screen, he observed a man and a woman hugging each other and entering the house.

The woman has a good figure and fair skin, and at first glance she is the concubine outside the staff.

But the young man who took off his clothes as soon as he entered the house was definitely not an outsider.

According to a source familiar with Yanzhen, the member was short in stature, with a yellow face and thin muscles, and was born with a malnourished appearance.

This can't be compared to the sturdy young man in front of him.

When they were both naked, they entered the tub filled with salt.

"That little concubine is okay with a pair of clothes, but when she takes off her clothes, there are many large yellow-brown spots on her body, which looks like corpse spots."

Listening to the empty description, Li Qingshan didn't make a sound, but just motioned for him to continue.

Immediately, the empty shadow vividly told the two people in front of him the fierce story that happened in the salt bucket......

After finishing the matter, the man quickly dressed and left the scene without the slightest hesitation.

The tired woman walked out of the tub and lay straight on the bed

"You're going to play next?" Wang Xuanji looked at the void with disdain.

Kong Ming frowned: "Shameless! The poor monk is not a flower thief...... The poor monk just fell asleep with the little concubine. ”

"Take a closer look at the yellow spots on its body."

Hearing this, Wang Xuanji was just about to taunt, but Li Qingshan interrupted: "Is it that the corpse spots on her body are smaller or less than before entering the salt bucket?" ”

"Amitabha!" As if he had met a bosom friend, he lowered his voice with a happy face and said, "Master Li Shi is really like a god!" ”

Wang Xuanji frowned and said, "When you hear this, how can it feel like you're rotting meat?" ”

Li Qingshan smiled and said: "It should be, after all, the method of mourning is no different from pickling salted meat." ”

"Gross!"

Wang Xuanji retched.

Everyone didn't care, after all, in this ancient town full of pickled food, it was really nice to hear such a metaphor.

"Gross!"

Wang Xuanji's chest twitched, and he covered his mouth with one hand to usher in everyone's attention.

"Gross!"

Although he wanted to control it, he had just eaten a lot of salted meat before he came, and he felt that his stomach was overturned......

"Are you alright?" Kong Ming asked suspiciously.

The bald donkey still cares about me?

There won't be another fraud, right?

"Vomit" Wang Xuanji covered his mouth, shook his head and said, "It's okay." ”

"It's okay, just go to the side, spit it out, and come back!"

Wang Xuanji: ......