May 14.

There was a slight rain in the sky, and Lin Fanghe rode a big green donkey, with a sword in his waist and an oil-paper umbrella in his hand. With Tang Yu and Xiang Jincheng, who were dressed in robes, a group of three people entered Zhangshan.

The mountain road is steep and difficult to navigate.

Turning the mountain pass, the peaks are majestic, the pine is sandwiched, and the slanting wind and drizzle are coming. Tang Yu followed closely, wiped the rain from his face, and said to Lin Fanghe, who was sitting on the back of a donkey: "My lord, you are dressed like this, you are doing this posture, you really look like a businessman doing business?"

Lin Fanghe picked up the wine gourd on the saddle, unscrewed the stopper, and took two sips with his neck back. Putting down the gourd, wiping his mouth, he looked quite interested: "How do I feel more like a troubadour?" Lu Fangweng said, this life is a poet who has not ridden a donkey into the sword gate. Haha, he entered the Sword Gate of Sichuan and Shu, and we entered Zhangshan of Chuzhou......"

"Do adults also compose poetry?"

"Don't dare to be, don't dare to be, smile and be generous. Lin Fanghe followed the donkey's walking, swaying back and forth, and said casually: "In the early years, when I was in private school, I also studied hard in the cold window, chanted the wind and the moon, and was even fascinated by poetry writing for a while. At that time, every time I went to school, I had to pass through an orchard with many forks in the road, and at the exit there was a five-leaf maple tree with a huge crown. Five-leaved maple flowers are finely broken, yellow and white. Aromatic and intense. Once when I passed by, my heart was touched, and I unconsciously said two sentences: lush three paths green, pavilions and a tree and flowers. I thought that I was a good sentence, and I took it to ask the teacher, but I didn't expect that his old man would go from plain and rhyme to what kind of golden needle poetry, and he criticized a dog's head and spurted blood! From then on, he didn't dare to use a pen, and turned to learn swords......

"My lord is really both civil and military. "Xiang Jincheng people are careless and not careless, they come up in three steps and two steps, and they flatter.

"Laugh. 'Learn the sword after learning the book, and then read the book after using the sword without merit', this is also said. ”

The three of them laughed and walked along the winding mountain road.

The road is too rough and the road is too hard, if you have the opportunity to stop and find a place to rest and enjoy a moment of comfort, it is naturally impossible to ask for it!

But how many people in the world can have such blessings?

It was almost noon when the showers stopped. The three of them walked through the lush forest, skirted waist-deep meadows, walked about dozens of miles, and climbed a hill overgrown with bushes.

Condescending, the field of vision is clear and broad.

At the foot of the hill are lined with trees, and in the smoke-like green shade under the opposite hillside, dozens of small wooden houses stand quietly. It was lunchtime, and the village should have been full of smoke and bustle, but at this time, there was only a dead silence, and no one spoke. If it weren't for the intermittent sound of a dog barking, it would make people mistakenly think that they had entered the city of ghosts!

Lin Fanghe said: "The one below seems to be the haunted mountain village that Boss Dai and they are talking about, it's weird, why is it so quiet here?"

"yes, we don't think it's reasonable. Tang Yu and Xiang Jincheng looked down from the mountain.

"Let's go down and see. ”

Tang Yu led the donkey, led the way, and a few people walked down from the pine forest of Bisensen, crossed the river beach, and arrived in front of the silent village. They climbed over the low wall, followed the smooth and clean streets paved with stone slabs, and continued inward, and soon came to the entrance of the village. There is a threshing floor at the entrance of the village, and a lot of wheat straw is piled up. The square circle is two or three acres in size, and it is relatively flat.

Lin Fanghe stepped into the edge of the grain field before he was about to speak, when he looked up and suddenly saw a table standing on the earthen platform in front of him.

The table is surrounded by a yellow cloth, and when you look at it from this side, you can faintly see that there are ruyi, arrows, flags, tokens, altar wood, handbells, large and small wooden fish, copper chimes and other magic utensils.

"What kind of play is this?" Tang Yu Nahan: "It's weird, it's a bad thing, do these villagers still have to set up a stage to sing a big show?"

Xiang Jincheng's legs were fast, and he glimpsed that the table had already run over to check the movement. At first glance, he couldn't help but prick his hands and feet, and shouted: "Amazing! Come and see, there is a dead man lying here!"

Lin Fanghe and Tang Yu approached when they heard the sound, looked around the table, and felt a chill.

It turned out that in the open space behind the table, there was a dead body on his back facing the sky. Wearing a lotus crown on his head, he was wearing a blue and blue gossip robe, and his feet were on the clouds. Holding a peachwood sword. The most terrifying thing is that his chest and abdomen were dissected, and his internal organs were vividly visible, and the filthy intestines fell under his belly, sticking to the bloody clothes, and it was stinky.

Xiang Jincheng covered his nose: "Why did this person die so miserably?"

Lin Fanghe was speechless, squatted down, rolled up his sleeves, and carefully examined the corpse. He touched the deceased's abdomen, felt it slump, and lifted one of his arms again, and found that it was still bent and not stiffened. Tang Yu also bowed down beside him and asked, "My lord, what did you see?" Lin Fanghe took out a silk scarf and wiped his hands, then threw it away, he covered the corpse with his robe, got up and said to the two: "This person has not been dead for a long time, no more than three or five hours at most." The cause of death was wounded with a sharp weapon. This is another strange thing, since the man is dead, why don't these villagers bury him and let his body be exposed outside the street?"

Xiang Jincheng looked away: "I'll knock on the door and find someone to ask." ”

Lin Fanghe sighed and advised: "Be kind and don't be irritable." Don't disturb the villagers here anymore......"

"Understood. ”

Xiang Jincheng withdrew from the threshing floor, crossed the bluestone street, and inserted it into the back street. Forked down at the corner, walked half a section of the alley, stopped in front of a house in the middle of the street, and hurriedly smashed it.

After knocking for a long time, the door shaft rang and a crack was slightly opened. Behind the door, a gray-bearded old man appeared, with a shriveled face and a hoarse voice, and asked, "Guest officer, who are you looking for?"

"I'm looking for you!" Xiang Jincheng crossed the mountains and mountains, saddled his horse was tired, hungry and thirsty along the way, and when he met such a grinding master, he was already angry from his heart, and evil was born to the side of his heart. At this time, if there was no Lin Fanghe around to control him, according to his stinky temper, he would have kicked the door open and would go in, not to mention anything else, at least he would have slapped the little old man with seventeen or eighteen mouths to relieve the hatred in his heart!

Xiang Jincheng was about to open his mouth to scold, his eyes slipped, and when he saw that Lin Fanghe and Tang Yu had followed behind, he didn't dare to make a mistake, and said in a low voice: "I'm waiting for Tianfu to arrest quickly, and I'm here to investigate the case, so I don't want to open the door quickly." Greeting the squire-sama—"

The old man hurriedly opened the door, went out of the house tremblingly, and was about to kowtow to the three people respectfully.

Lin Fanghe stepped forward and grabbed it: "Excuse me." ”

The old man turned back and, without saying a word, led them into a low, damp, musty, sour hut. The interior of the house is dimly lit, the house is surrounded by walls, and the furnishings are very simple. On the wooden table in the hall is a stained oil lamp, two large porcelain bowls and a few pairs of chopsticks. The old man dragged his feet and said slowly, "Sit down, a few chiefs, and wait for me to boil water for you." ”

"Don't be busy, old man. Xiang Jincheng intercepted him rudely, and his tone was cold: "This is Lord Lin, an official of our Criminal Department, who went to the mountain this time to handle cases and investigate treachery." Whatever he asks, you just answer truthfully......"