Li Qiufeng saw that more than a dozen people had already carried a few big logs, and they were about to erect the logs on the side of the road. Cai Jing, Du Tiexin and the other four had already been beaten to death, and the old shopkeeper of the tavern was also excited at this time, and he took a bucket of cold water from the tavern and poured it on the faces of the four people.

At this time, it was winter, cold water was poured on their faces, and the four of them woke up screaming, and were about to struggle to stand up, but they were pressed to the ground by everyone. Then someone took a rope and tied the four of them strongly. A farmer resisted slightly, and was picked up by a citizen and smashed on the head with a stone. The Zhuang Ding screamed miserably, fell to the ground, blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and he died.

But the people did not expect that they had killed someone, and they trembled with fear, and the stone in their hands fell to the ground. It's just that a villager next to him said loudly: "We have already killed four people, and one more life is nothing." Fourth, don't be so mischievous, everyone will bear it if something happens!"

When the village man said this, he turned his head and glanced at Li Qiufeng and the others viciously, his eyes were full of ferocity, as if he was intimidating the three of them. Li Qiufeng saw that this village man's originally honest face was covered with a layer of murderous aura, like a demon, but he was also shocked in his heart.

At this time, the people had already erected three big trees, clamoring to hang Cai Jing, Du Tiexin and another Zhuang Ding. Some elderly women had brought firewood from each house and piled it at the feet of the three people. The people lit dozens of torches, gathered around the three big trees, and pointed at Cai Jing and the other three people and kept scolding.

After Cai Jing was poured cold water on his face, he had already come to his senses. But when he saw the high pyre under his feet, he knew that these people were going to burn him alive, and he fainted with fright. Although Du Tiexin was not frightened, he was also frightened.

The people scolded for a long time, but no one went to light the firewood. Li Qiufeng held the handle of the knife with his right hand, and he had already deducted five or six copper coins in his left hand. He had already made up his mind that if the people lit a fire, he would break the ropes with copper coins and save the three men. Situ Qiao also slipped out at this time, standing outside the crowd, watching the excitement with a gloating face.

Although everyone hung Cai Jing and the other three up, no one did anything, just waiting for someone to be the first to light the fire. I heard an old man say to the tavern shopkeeper: "Shopkeeper Hu, you are highly respected, so please set this pyre on fire." ”

The shopkeeper shook his body, looked around, and secretly glanced at Li Qiufeng and the other three, barely squeezed out a smile, and said: "Third Master Jia, if you talk about high morality, who in our town can compare with you? ”

Na Jia Sanye naturally refused, and found a few excuses to shirk. Then everyone pushed each other, but they passed the buck one after another, and no one refused to be the first to light the fire. Even the angry cook waved his hand again and again, refusing to do it first no matter what. Later, after Jia Sanye, Shopkeeper Hu and several others discussed, it was decided that everyone would throw the torches into the pyre together, so that everyone could be regarded as eating human blood steamed buns, and it was impossible to be alone.

The cook went to the tavern and took out a stool that had not been smashed yet, and helped Jia Sanye to stand on the stool. I only heard Jia Sanye say to everyone: "I'll count one, two, three, and everyone will throw the torch out together and burn these three thieves to death!"

Naturally, there was no objection from the crowd. Jia Sanye held the torch high in his hand and said slowly: "One, two, three!"

When he counted to "three", all the people raised the torches in their hands and made a gesture to throw the torches at the pyre at the feet of Cai Jing and the others. It's just that after Jia Sanye finished saying the word "three", no one threw the torch out.

The crowd fell silent, and for a moment no one spoke, except for the sound of dozens of torches burning. After a long time, I heard Jia Sanye sigh and said, "The people's hearts are not aligned, the people's hearts are not aligned......"

Before he could finish speaking, he heard a "whoosh" sound, and a golden light flew from the roof of the tavern.

Li Qiufeng's heart sank. With his martial arts, if someone lurked on the roof of the tavern, he would not have been able to hide it. It's just that at this time, he was engrossed in staring at the people around him, and he was ready to launch copper coins to save people at any time. Moreover, there were dozens of torches in the field, and the sound of burning flames covered the strange noises around them, so I didn't realize that there were people on the roof.

I saw that the golden light flew towards Jia Sanye with a "woo", and then I only heard him scream, and the head had already flown into the air. Blood spurted out of his neck, splashing all over his faces.

The golden light cut off Jia Sanye's head, and the remaining momentum did not disappear, and he flew forward a few feet. The people around them were so frightened that they hurriedly fled in all directions. I only heard the sound of the "bell", and the golden light was hitting the earthen wall of a house on the right side of the avenue. Li Qiufeng looked intently, but saw that the golden light turned out to be a copper cymbal. At this time, most of the cymbals were embedded in the earthen wall, and the cymbals trembled and made a buzzing sound.

It wasn't until the copper cymbals were embedded in the earthen wall that Jia Sanye's head fell from the air to the ground, frightening the people to retreat in shock. Then I only heard a "plop" sound, and Jia Sanye's body fell off the stool, and his body writhed a few times, and then he didn't move.

When the people saw that Jia Sanye was killed, they were in a big mess and turned their heads and fled to their respective homes. It's just that a few people just ran a few steps before they were knocked to the ground and let out several screams. Immediately afterwards, the shouts of killing around were loud, and someone shouted: "If you want to die, let Lao Tzu squat down honestly, otherwise Lao Tzu will not spare any of the big knives in his hands!"

In the blink of an eye, all the people squatted on the ground. Li Qiufeng and the others didn't know which way they arrived, so they also squatted down with everyone. It's just that they don't bury their heads between their legs like the common people, but glance around with the corner of their eye.

I saw that there were more than 100 people standing tall and short all around. Most of them were dressed in black, which was the same as the dress of Biyunwu Zhuangding. In addition, there were more than 20 people in yellow with high hats on their heads, and they were lamas.

When these people saw that the people were honestly squatting down, they immediately gathered around them. I saw a yellow-clothed lama shouting into the roof of the tavern, "Please show up Master Dorjee!"

I heard a long laugh, and a big lama in yellow appeared on the roof of the tavern. The lama was in his forties and wore a yellow monk's hat and robes. His face was dark, his body was short and fat, and he looked arrogant, with his feet on the ridge of the roof, and he was looking at everyone proudly.

When the black-clothed and yellow-clothed lamas saw this lama appear, they bowed down one after another. The great lama laughed again, and with a little right foot, he fell lightly.

When he landed on both feet, a lama had already taken back the bronze cymbals embedded in the earthen wall, respectfully held them with both hands and handed them to Dorjee. Dorjee didn't look at the lama, stretched out his left hand to take the cymbal, and had already withdrawn the cymbal into his big sleeve.

At this time, a man in black stepped forward and said, "Thank you Master for your help, we are grateful to Biyunwu." ”

The lama said proudly: "We are all helping Qingliang Temple, some little things, why bother?"

When he said this, he turned his head to look at Cai Jing and the others who were hanging on the big log, frowned, and said, "It's just that your brothers in Biyunwu are too careless, how could they be caught by these vulgar peasants and end up so embarrassed?!"

The man in black was also very embarrassed, but he arched his hand at the lama, and turned his head to a few black-clothed men: "Why don't you go and untie the ropes on the young master and the big butler Du?!"

Six or seven black-clothed men hurriedly stepped forward and untied Cai Jing and the other three from the big wood. Cai Jing had already fainted with fright, and was carried aside by several men in black to rescue him. Du Tiexin was quite calm, and after being untied by the two men in black, he moved his hands and feet, and said to the big lama: "Master Dorjee has helped, and I am grateful." Why did the master come here?"

The great lama smiled and said, "The governor has written a letter to Lao Gao, asking him to help Qingliang Temple regain the lost treasure. The old man chased him all the way, and only then did he meet a few friends from Guizhuang outside the town, and heard that he had encountered ghosts in this town. The old man guessed that someone must be making trouble here, so he gathered his friends in one place and found it all the way. happened to see that these village men wanted to harm the big butler Du, so Lao Qu took action to teach these fanatics a lesson. ”

Du Tiexin thought in his heart that his face was too big to lose this time. Wanren Temple is a famous yellow temple in Wutai Mountain, and Qingliang Temple, which belongs to the Qing Temple, has always been at odds with each other. Wanren Temple must be gloating over the theft of Qingliang Temple, and how could the abbot personally lead people to help Qingliang Temple to add lost property? This Dorjee Lama is the most greedy for money, and he must have coveted the heavy treasure stolen from Qingliang Temple, and in the name of helping, he wants to swallow the heavy treasure alone. “

Although he thinks so in his heart, of course he can't expose it on the surface. At this time, Cai Jing happened to have been rescued by Zhuang Ding, and Du Tiexin hurriedly introduced Dorjee Lama. Dorjee Lama and Cai Xiao, the owner of Biyunwu, have had several relationships, and Wanren Temple and Biyunwu have no beams. Dorjee Lama knew that Cai Xiao's martial arts were not weak, and he was close to the government, so he attached great importance to Cai Xiao. It's just that when he saw Cai Jing so pustuple, he was very disdainful, and said hello to Cai Jing hastily, then ignored him, turned his head to Du Tiexin and said, "Big housekeeper, I heard from Biyunwu's friends that you surrounded the thieves here." Where are the thieves now?"

After Dorjee Lama finished speaking, a pair of eyes suddenly opened round, staring at Du Tiexin, the corners of his mouth drooping, revealing a hint of a sinister smile. Du Tie's heart sank, knowing that Dorjee Lama had bad intentions, not only to snatch the credit for catching the thief, but also to take away the stolen treasure of Qingliang Temple. And he and Zhuang Ding of Biyunwu knew about Dorjee Lama's intentions, and after this bald donkey succeeded, there was a chance that he would kill himself. It was Du Tiexin's expression unchanged, but his thoughts changed sharply. It's just that he has heard of the name of Dorjee Lama, and knows that this person practices the Tibetan "Linglong Unique Divine Skill", and his martial arts are extremely strong, and he is definitely not his opponent. As for Cai Jing, he is even more of a straw bag, not only can't he help, but he is afraid that he will have to be dragged down by him. The remaining more than 100 Biyunwu Zhuangding are far worse than the lamas of Wanren Temple. If Dorjee Lama does it, I am afraid that Biyunwu will have to be wiped out.

Du Tie was anxious and didn't know how to answer. At this moment, he happened to catch a glimpse of Li Qiufeng mixed in the crowd of people, his heart moved, and he secretly thought: "This kid's martial arts are extremely high, it seems that he is not under this bald donkey." What's more, he also has three companions, and his martial arts are not weak. If I can provoke this boy and the bald donkey to do it, I will be able to reap the benefits of the fisherman. ”

(End of chapter)