That Huang Daxian was still standing at the far end of the yamen and didn't want to come in, in fact, even if he followed in, it would only be a little uncomfortable, and there would be no big problems. First, he is a spirit, who has never been touched by meat since his transformation, so he will not be targeted. The second is that because of the orientation of the Cao County Office, the ethereal luck of the past few years has almost dissipated. If it weren't for a person to come to this post, it is estimated that the ghosts and spirits who have a little bit of Taoism are free to enter and exit.

Liu Zhiyun had already left, and Zhang Muliu was sitting alone in the inner room. has grown so big, it is the first time that he has slept at the entrance of the yamen. I must have lived in a big official's house before, but it was also a private house, not a government office.

Zhang Muliu smiled secretly, that guy is really cowardly, he doesn't want to come in. Helplessly, Chuanyin went over and said: "I said it's almost done! It's a primordial baby, why are you so timid?"

Huang Daxian simply replied in his heart, anyway, he could hear it, why did he bother to spread the sound? So he said slowly: "Uncle! Don't play with me, okay? ”

Zhang Muliu in the county government shook his head with a smile, and said again: "That spell master back then, you should know where he is, right? Go and find him for me." ”

The weasel breathed a sigh of relief and laughed: "I know, that guy is very depressed now, day by day, and it is estimated that he will die soon." ”

After saying that, he ran to the west, covering the sword box behind his back with both hands, and his legs and feet were very neat.

But he has to run faster, otherwise he will go back with his sword, what if he passes a monk with a brain in the water to kill the demons?

Although the wooden sword is only made of ordinary wood, it can't stand the owner of the sword from time to time. And the righteousness contained in it is the most suitable talisman for this weasel at the moment.

Zhang Muliu in the room disappeared in a flash, and when he reappeared, he was already in that cell. The young man in a green shirt was very different from his previous clothes, but his face had not changed.

Suddenly appeared, the three of them were naturally startled. After all, in this small city, it is really rare to see a fairy.

Li Wucai, the thin servant, smiled bitterly after seeing the face of the comer, and said helplessly: "Immortal master, we are all locked in, you should be angry, right?

The fat servant Yu not only smiled more ugly, but also said to Zhang Muliu with a wry smile: "I don't know what your immortal methods are, but this acting kung fu is really amazing!"

The fool dusk is sitting in the corner of the wall, looking at the nose and nose, and silently thinking in his heart that it is none of my business, I have already offended one of the gods, but I can't offend again. Otherwise, if there are any catastrophes and disasters in the future, they will blame me.

Zhang Muliu amused the three of them a lot, but these three people were actually not too afraid, but they pretended to be frightened and pretended to be calm.

"Yu is not only, Li Wucai, I will ask you two a question, and I will believe you if you dare to say it. Zhang Muliu asked with a smile.

The two nodded, and Zhang Muliu said: "The matter of the Dusk family, is it the hands and feet of the two of you, and did you kill the official officer?"

The fat servant Yu not only smiled when he heard this, but said: "The death of the fool's father and mother has nothing to do with us. We don't know where his treasure went after his house was raided. ”

Li Wucai continued: "But several officials, including the magistrate, were killed by the two of us. ”

The fool Dusk finally spoke, he took a few steps forward, arched his hand at Zhang Muliu, and said with a wry smile: "The two eldest brothers are killing for me, besides, those people should be killed! Once upon a time, when I was delirious, they dragged me to gamble, and cheated me out of my money in a different way, and they cheated half of my ancestral property. ”

Zhang Muliu said lightly: "Could it be that Dusk's parents were also killed by them?"

Li Wucai turned his head to look at Dusk, and then said with a wry smile: "Dusk's parents are relying on the coincidence of thousands of family fortunes. It's just that both of them have a bit of a bad mouth, and people are actually not bad, but one mouth has offended many people, so that everyone scolds them for being nouveau riche and being rich and unkind. It was the magistrate at the time, and I don't know what method to use, we saw him set up a foolish father and mother immortal tablet, and the couple died soon after. ”

Zhang Muliu frowned when he heard this, and set up a longevity position for the living, that is, to change the method to kill people. Wait until the spell monk pulls the weasel back. He suddenly turned his head to look at dusk, looked up and down for a moment, and then asked, "Do you really believe what the two of them say?"

Dusk, who had been called a fool for more than twenty years, smirked and only replied to one letter.

A green shirt disappeared, and the remaining three people smiled bitterly face to face.

Dusk sat down on the ground and lamented, "If only I had this means to come and go without a trace." ”

......

Liu Zhiyun was reading the official document in the study, and a green shirt suddenly appeared aside.

The magistrate said with a smile: "How is the predecessor so elusive, can't you go through the door well?"

Zhang Muliu just said coldly: "I have a question." ”

Liu Zhiyun said: "Please speak." ”

I saw a young man in a cyan shirt take out a pitch-black stone from his sleeve, point to the stone and say to the young magistrate, "Do you see whether this thing is white or black?"

Liu Zhiyun looked strange, but when he saw Zhang Muliu's serious look, he smiled and said, "It's black." ”

Zhang Muliu spoke again: "What if ten people say it's white, and only one of you says it's black?"

Liu Zhiyun became serious and said in a deep voice: "That's also black." ”

Zhang Muliu asked again: "If everyone in the world says it is white, but you are the only one who says it is black?"

Liu Zhiyun began to frown tightly, and after a long while, he frowned and said, "What do you want to say from your predecessors?"

Zhang Muliu shook his head and smiled: "The people who enter the office originally wanted to do something for the people of the world. But over time, he found that nine out of ten people around him were greedy, and ninety out of 100 people were greedy, so how should he deal with himself? Continue to clean himself? Can he hold on?"

A plain and insipid speech did ask this newcomer to officialdom. Most people can do it if they insist for a while, but if they persist for a lifetime, there will be very little.

If ninety people say that the stone is white, and only a few say it is black, then these people will be outliers.

Quite simply, if a person walks forward alone, and suddenly hundreds of people in front of him panic and flee, it is difficult for a lone person not to follow.

Liu Zhiyun realized what this question and answer was all about, so he stood up, saluted and said, "That junior will try his best to teach the world to discern, set an example, and not let the world have the opportunity not to know black and white." ”

Zhang Muliu nodded and threw the black stone to Liu Zhiyun, and said with a smile: "Then you have to live a few more years, and when I come to Zhanbuzhou next time, let me see if you have done it." ”

Liu Zhiyun smiled bitterly: "I'm an ordinary man, and when my seniors come back, I'm afraid they will call me an old man." ”

The people of Zhanbuzhou have a long life, but they are in their early 100s, and it is estimated that it will be difficult for Zhang Muliu to return to Zhanbuzhou within 80 years.

The young man in the green shirt suddenly smiled and said, "Zhiyun, can you drink?"

"You can drink it, but it's not good. Liu Zhiyun smiled bitterly.

Zhang Muliu nodded, took out his wine bag and began to drink, and after pouring a few sips, he said lightly: "The Taoist boy who followed me is your local spirit, a weasel, and he has not done any good deeds, but he does not dare to do bad things, so you can invite him to a temple in the future, and it is good for him to help stabilize the landscape." ”

The young magistrate nodded, and Zhang Muliu continued: "Don't approve the official document of Lao Shizi, take me to Cao County under your rule to take a look." ”

......

The weasel went to the spellcaster, but it wasn't a big problem. Although that Huang Daxian is nothing on Zhang Muliu's side, in the eyes of ordinary monks, especially those below the Yuan infancy, they can be regarded as a big demon.

According to Zhang Muliu's estimate, the weasel went to find the spell master as soon as he heard it, indicating that the spell master was also not a high level. Otherwise, he would not dare to kill this weasel, who had lived for three hundred years.

In fact, most monks only know some spells, and there are not many who major in spells. For example, the method of a monk such as the spell derivation technique is actually the most depleting avenue, so even if he has the ability to deduce some things, Zhang Muliu will not do it.

The conjurer, along with the hexagram master and the yin master, are affectionately called the three short-lived ghosts by the monks. There are very few monks of the three kinds, because they are contrary to the nature of the Heavenly Dao, so the Heavenly Dao is not tolerated, and most of them do not live long. There are even monks who overuse this technique, and their lifespan is not as long as that of mortals.

Spellcaster, best at setting up prohibitions. Just like the dusk that was banned from being beaten in the abdomen, the intelligence is low, and it is the most common spell method. If this path is successful, it can be called the devil's way. It's like tampering with other people's memories, so that the person who is cursed doesn't know that he has been tricked, which is the most terrifying.

The hexagram masters of the Eight Classics are almost impossible to find in the world now, and they are basically derivation techniques based on the Yin and Yang family. Derivation is the most taboo to predict the future, and even if you sacrifice your life to deduce, it may not be accurate. On the contrary, the hexagram master can not only calculate the past and the future, but once he exits, he will inevitably say accurately. Therefore, this hexagram master is more miserable than a spell master, not only has a short lifespan, but also must be seriously disabled.

And the Yin Master has not been heard from for thousands of years, and the inheritance is almost severe. In ancient times, after the death of living beings, the souls had nowhere to go, and all kinds of ghosts and monsters appeared in an endless stream. Later, Buddhism had six reincarnations, and Daomen had netherworlds, so that the Heavenly Dao Gang often tended to be stable. Since then, there has been an alternative kind of monk, the Yin Master. It can summon people's souls from the underworld, borrow corpses to return souls, and can wander around the two worlds of yin and yang at will. Therefore, of the three short-lived ghosts, the most miserable is the Yin Master. However, if you have a serious Yin Master qualification, the Yin and Yang worlds will not agree with their identity, and they will become neither human nor ghost, and after death, their souls will be scattered, and there will be no chance of reincarnation.

Although these three short-lived ghosts are intolerable, their own strange methods make people in the world stay away. The hardest thing to mess with is the sorcerer.

It's just that this spell master hiding in Cao County obviously doesn't have any powerful means.

Zhang Muliu followed Liu Zhiyun out of the county seat of Caoxian County and went all the way to the west. The young magistrate followed the monk seniors in his eyes alone, all the way to inspect the water and soil under his rule.

Cao County as a whole is long and narrow, which is just on both sides of the Cangsheng River. It's just that the widest part of this river, and the riverbank is only thirty zhang, which is not as good as the lower reaches of Xiaozhu Creek. Zhanbu Continent has no winter in summer, all of them are paddy fields, and there are many rice growers, but there are few noodles. Like Zhang Muliu's hometown, they all grow wheat and sorghum, and they are only harvested once a year. Farmers in Zhanbuzhou can harvest three times a year.

Now that May is approaching, the ears of rice have begun to turn yellow, and many farmers have set up thatched huts in the fields just to watch the rice they have been working for several months. Although there are few people who steal the cut now, it is better to look at it yourself.

Zhang Muliu looked at the young magistrate beside him, and said in his heart: "This guy has just taken office, and he has run away to the countryside since he saw it, and almost all the nearby farmers know this Lord Liu." ”

He drank his own drink, and looked at the farmers who were waving here with a smile on his face, and he was a little happy.

Liu Zhiyun said with a smile: "This piece is already the best paddy field in the county, because the terrain is wide and slightly sloped, so it is extremely convenient to divert water." In previous years, the ruffians in the city used to steal rice at harvest time, so they used to build thatched huts to watch the rice fields. ”

Zhang Muliu glanced at Liu Zhiyun with a smile, only to see the young magistrate with a smile on his face, and said heartily: "Now naturally, there are no local ruffians who dare to come here to steal cuts, and I am also very angry when I hear about this after I took office." After thinking about it, he brought in a hundred and ten young people from the nearby villages and towns, and set up a people's battalion, and the yamen gave them some money every month, and inspected several towns in the west before and after the harvest, so as not to let those ruffians have a chance to take advantage of it. And once you catch those who steal and cut rice, pull them to the yamen and kill them with twenty killing sticks, and they really have twenty strokes. ”

When this young magistrate talked about these things, the pride and confidence were hard to hide.

Liu Zhiyun turned around suddenly, bowed respectfully, and bowed for a long time.

"Mr. Zhang, although you have never claimed to be a scholar, but I, Liu Zhiyun, am not blind, Mr. has a looming aura, and Zhiyun should call you Mr. ”

Zhang Muliu took a sip of wine and said lightly: "Sycophants don't shoot much, the fire can't be at home, and there is something to say." ”

Liu Zhiyun smiled and said in a very low voice: "At the beginning of my tenure, I repaired the book and sent it to the capital, and asked the imperial court to send someone to Cao County to catch the demon who plagued this place, but the road is far away, and there is still no follow-up until now. Since the sir is here, the student asks the student to help him deal with the spellcaster!"

Zhang Muliu smiled dumbly, this guy knows a lot!

Even if Liu Zhiyun steps into the immortal path, it will be a qi refining period at most, and he wants to go further, unless there is some great opportunity to change his life. So just an ordinary mortal, daring to hold back and kill a spell master is bold enough.

It's just that he still thinks too little, and being able to govern the country and the country is the ability of this young magistrate, but he is still a little worse when he wrestles with the monk. casually came to the foundation building period, and Liu Zhiyun had no way at all.

Zhang Muliu didn't speak, but his voice sounded in Liu Zhiyun's ears.

"Do you think that half-sorcerer has such a great ability? With his little fur, he might not be as good as me. Now we have to at least figure out first, why did the father and mother of the twilight suddenly become rich, and what will be the chance?"

There are some things that don't need to be guessed, just think about it a little and figure it out. The old lame man's book Zhang Muliu doesn't like to read, he hasn't read it, but there is a book with the Cangsheng River in his name. The parents of the dusk still don't want to stay away from Jisha Town even after their hairline, what is the picture? The story of Jisha Town must be fake, but there must be something buried under the sand. Later, Zhang Muliu inquired, and the name Jisha Town was only three hundred years ago, and it must have been the old lame man who copied the legends and stories of his hometown in order to make himself suspicious. If you can't guess this, it's better to hit the tofu block.

The reason why he is so rich must be because Dusk's parents got that opportunity. It's just that Zhang Muliu doesn't know what exactly is in it.

The young man who kept drinking suddenly sighed, waved his hand to draw a prohibition, and said helplessly: "Xiao Huang! you don't want to give me a long face, right?

A Taoist boy with a blue nose and swollen face suddenly appeared, startling Liu Zhiyun. This Huang Daxian had a blue and purple face, and he was carrying a thin and dry old man in his hand, who was also injured, and looked more miserable than a weasel. Even Liu Zhiyun couldn't stop slandering, is this a raging brawl or a monk's fight?

Huang Daxian was about to cry aggrieved, and muttered to Zhang Muliu: "This guy is sinister, even more insidious than you." A dilapidated house, a pit here, a pit there. Master Huang, I was careful and careful, but I still got on the road. Uncle Zhang, you don't know! This old guy didn't know what he was crazy about when he saw me looking for him, and he called me all the skills he had learned. No matter how big my ability is, I can't stand so many prohibitions!"

Zhang Muliu said speechlessly: "Okay, okay, okay! I told Lord Liu just now, in the future, I will build a Huangxian'er Temple for you in this Caoxian County, don't pretend to be pitiful for me." ”

When the weasel heard this, he changed his expression, turned his head and bowed to Liu Zhiyun, one by one.

The corners of Liu Zhiyun's mouth twitched, and he said in his heart that he was a demon anyway! Also, to say that Mr. Zhang is insidious?

It's just that he couldn't stand this weasel spirit and kept nodding his head, so the young magistrate had to hold back a smile and said: "Huang Xian doesn't have to be like this, I will help you build a temple in the future, and Huang Daxian will help stabilize the landscape and help the official to benefit the people here." ”

The weasel thanked him repeatedly, and said, "Yes, it should be, much better than some people who just ask people to run errands but don't give the slightest benefit." ”

Zhang Muliu laughed angrily, and said to the weasel to roll over, and the latter walked over with a bitter face, muttering: "If you want to fight or kill, you can't beat it anyway." If I don't cry, I'll have your last name from this day forward. ”

Zhang Muliu rolled his eyes, took out the Nanshan Flying Sword from his sleeve, and with a few strokes in midair, a golden light talisman was imprinted on the weasel.

Huang Daxian was frightened, but before he could scold, the golden light came towards him. So I saw a little Taoist boy, his eyes rolled up, his body fell back, and he made a long "uh" sound.

Rao is Liu Zhiyun wanted to cover his face a little, although this weasel spirit looked like a child, but according to Mr. Zhang, this guy is three hundred years old, why is he still so unsound?

The young magistrate regretted agreeing to help him build a temple at the moment.

Zhang Muliu didn't pay any attention to the weasel, but turned around and walked to the half-hung spellmaster.

"Pretend to be dead? Pretend to be dead in front of me, maybe you will really die. Zhang Muliu said with a smile.

The old man remained indifferent. Zhang Muliu glanced at the weasel, who took a few steps and was a big slap.

The sorcerer covered his cheeks and cried, "Where is there such a bully, is the Great Monk amazing?"

Zhang Muliu's face was gloomy, and he said to the old man Xie Ding: "Give you a chance to talk well." ”

The old man was dripping into a cold sweat by a sentence, and the young man in the green shirt really had killing intent. It's just that he still stubbornly said, "What do you tell me to say?"

I only heard a snap, and the weasel jumped over in a few steps and slapped it hard. After a while, the half-hung spell master still didn't speak, and Huang Daxian slapped him again. After many times, the old man finally spoke.

I really don't know what's going on, a few years ago, a man came to beat me and asked me to help Huzhi County calculate the Astragalus family in Jisha Town, and I also issued a ban from beginning to end that can only be used for more than 20 years, and wrote two immortal tablets! You beat Lao Tzu to death, and Lao Tzu knows that. ”

Liu Zhiyun was angry, walked over and grabbed the old man's collar, and said in a deep voice: "You shot twice and hurt the family, do you know?"

The sorcerer glared and said, "What do a few mortal people have to do with me? Who doesn't have an indescribable revenant soul on the cultivation path? Can you ask him how many people he has killed?"

Zhang Muliu sneered and let out a sinister aura, and together with Liu Zhiyun and the weasel, they were all scared into a cold sweat, not to mention this Xie Ding Spell Magician.

"The creatures I have slain, ten thousand upwards. But the people whom I have slain are worthy of death except the enemy. ”

The sorcerer trembled his arm and handed over a strangely textured stone, and his voice trembled: "This is the reward that man gave me back then, there is really nothing else." People like me can't get the road of immortality at all, of course, they will be chic for a few days. Hu Zhixian has given me a lot of benefits, and since I have taken him, of course I have to help him do things. ”

Liu Zhiyun frowned and said, "So you can disregard other people's lives?"

The old man said no more.

Several people suddenly turned their heads at the same time, and found that the young man in the cyan Confucian shirt had disappeared, and the outside world, which had been stationary, had also recovered as before.

Zhang Muliu was pulled to an unknown place by a huge force, surrounded by a sea of people on the street, so it was not lively. But if you look closely, it's not very real. It was as if the pavilions and the pedestrians on the street were all painted, and they were in vain.

was dragged by something again, and Zhang Muliu came to a place surrounded by stone walls and a radius of about ten zhang, as if he was caught in a cauldron.

Dressed in a green shirt, he sat cross-legged, and after a while, he opened his eyes and said helplessly: "Old lame?"

With a snap, a huge cane slashed, and Zhang Muliu was instantly slapped to the stone wall.

A voice came from nowhere, sounding like a laugh.

"Stinky boy, talking to your grandfather like this?"

Zhang Muliu spat out a mouthful of bloody phlegm, and only said the word "old" when he opened his mouth, and the crutch swept again, and a cyan figure was slapped to the other side of the stone wall.

A green shirt struggled to get up, patted the dust on his body, and the gentian was instantly held in his hand, and the blue flames overflowed all over his body, and he shouted and scolded after blocking a cane:

"You old man! Your grandmother's, you fucking ran away when my grandfather was fighting to the death. ”

This time, there were no crutches, just a phantom figure on crutches suddenly appeared.

"What are you scolding? Scolding your ancestors? My grandma is your grandmother's grandmother, and my mother is your grandmother's third mother!"

As soon as the words fell, another crutch came, Zhang Muliu was slapped away again, and the lame man scolded: "It's my fault that I failed to save my eldest brother-in-law, I admit it." But that's not a reason why your great-grandson bastard doesn't call him grandpa. ”

Zhang Muliu got up again, just glaring, but did not speak.

Because he can't fucking beat it!

After a long time, when he didn't see the old lame man's words, Zhang Muliu tried to speak: "What is the fate of Jisha Town?"

Another huge crutch swept in, and a green shirt was slapped away.

The old man said, "How can you talk to your elders?

Zhang Muliu simply stopped getting up, made a butt under the stone wall, took out the wine bag and began to drink.

The old guy is too a bully!