Swords emerge from the human world

Chapter 44: The truth came out, and they tied me up.
Wang Fu paced back and forth in the study, restless, muttering to himself, "Could it be him? How dare he? Maybe it's just a coincidence..."

He suddenly stopped and muttered, "No, I have to go and find out the truth."

As soon as he stepped out of the study, he was stopped by the servant A-Ping: "Young Master, where are you going?"

"I have to go out for a while."

"No, young master."

Aping knelt down with a thud: "Master has strictly ordered that you are not allowed to step out of the house even once. Besides, the city is in chaos right now, with constables and yamen runners on the move, and the situation is very tense. What can you do if you go out at this time?"

Wang Fu was taken aback, then realized: Yes, even if I asked, what kind of answer would I get?
Whether there's an answer or not, it won't help; it will only cause trouble for yourself.

Since that's the case, we shouldn't cause trouble; let's just wait and see.

He exhaled, turned and went into the room, closed the door, and was about to begin his real "seclusion".

……

"Sir, something has happened."

Shi Qifeng returned quickly from Qingshan Martial Arts School, slightly out of breath.

After all, this matter is of great importance, unlike the fighting in the martial arts world.

Chen Jin asked, "Has it spread throughout the city?"

Shi Qifeng nodded: "Such a major case, once it gets out, will cause a huge uproar throughout the city... We need to make some contingency plans to avoid panic. How about we leave the city now before it's locked down and lay low for a while?"

"No need. Leaving the city now would only make us seem guilty and attract unwanted attention."

"But if they come to investigate, there will be little room for maneuver."

Chen Jin said calmly, "Don't worry. This matter was handled cleanly and efficiently. If no one reports it, there will be no evidence, and the authorities will not suspect you or me."

Shi Qifeng noticed the word "report" and immediately thought of Wang Fu. However, Wang Fu knew little about the matter, and given his status and position, it was even less likely that he would report it to the authorities.

Seeing Chen Jin's calm and composed demeanor, Shi Qifeng felt relieved. He was a bold man with no ties to his family, and he had long since risked his life; he was simply considering Chen Jin's well-being.

On second thought, Chen Jin is a cultivator. Since he dared to kill an official, how could he not have a backup plan?
He stopped arguing and went about his business. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the red-eyed crow coming out of Chen Jin's room, and then he flapped his wings and flew away.

……

Qingsong Daoren followed Zhang Sen to the outside of the county government office. Upon seeing the imposing gates of the government office, he couldn't help but feel uneasy.

This is a natural "visual perception," a form of awe that cannot be ignored.

He knows his own situation well, so it's understandable that he might show his weakness.

Zhang Sen asked, "Master, what's wrong?"

Qingsong Daoren forced a smile: "It's nothing. I'm just observing the terrain and feng shui of the yamen."

Zhang Sen then asked, "Is it alright?"

The Taoist priest hurriedly said, "A dragon coiled and a tiger crouching, its aura encompassing ten thousand miles, very good."

These are all polite phrases; one has to use fancy words to show that one has a deep understanding of things.

But Zhang Sen was not like Wang Yuanshan; how could he easily believe others based on just a few words? So he said, "Come in quickly, don't keep the master waiting."

Qingsong Daoren quickly agreed, hesitated for a moment, and finally walked into the yamen.

As the saying goes, "Fortune favors the bold." Once you get on Magistrate Yang's side, you'll be a legitimate fortune teller in the vast Mao County, enjoying all the good things in life.

Moreover, with the help of the divine crow, he had already thoroughly investigated Magistrate Yang's situation and would not make any mistakes.

Passing through the front hall, we arrived at the main hall.

Magistrate Yang sat in his official seat, dressed in his official robes, exuding a refined and scholarly air, yet possessing an air of quiet authority. Behind him, on the wall, hung a plaque inscribed with the four large characters "A Clear Mirror Hangs High."

On either side of the hall stood two black-clad yamen runners, each holding a fire-and-water stick, practically ready to shout "Majesty!"

Upon suddenly seeing such a scene, Daoist Qingsong was taken aback, his expression changed drastically, and he almost knelt down.

When Master Zhang came to invite him, the Taoist was overjoyed, thinking that someone had brought him a pillow when he was sleepy. He was just wondering what excuse to use to approach Magistrate Yang. Unexpectedly, his reputation had spread far and wide, and even Magistrate Yang was moved by him and had something to ask of him.

This is a golden opportunity.

So they happily followed along.

Throughout the journey, he kept in mind that he should not lose his composure, keeping himself neat and tidy, with his whisk always in hand, displaying the demeanor of a master.

However, upon entering the hall, he was immediately overwhelmed by the scene before him and was so frightened that he involuntarily trembled.

I was filled with fear: Had my secret been exposed and my actions discovered?

Magistrate Yang glanced around, taking in everything, and frowned slightly, but remained calm as he said, "The Taoist priest has arrived. Please have a seat."

Hearing this, Qingsong Daoren was slightly relieved and sat down on a chair nearby, feeling extremely uncomfortable.

For a moment, he couldn't figure out what was going on.

If it is a court hearing, there should be no seats; but if it is a matter to be consulted, why are they arranged in the main hall?

Shouldn't it be in the reception room?
Magistrate Yang looked him over and suddenly said, "I have long heard of a master fortune teller in the city who is knowledgeable in astronomy and geography and can predict the future. Seeing him today, I can see that he is indeed extraordinary."

The Taoist Qingsong didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and quickly replied, "You flatter me, sir. I really don't deserve such praise."

Magistrate Yang nodded slightly: "I invited the Taoist priest here today because I have something to ask him."

"Please give your orders, my lord, and I will answer to the best of my knowledge."

"it is good!"

Magistrate Yang's eyes flashed, and he cut to the chase: "Have you heard about the disappearance of Registrar Zhao?"

The Taoist Qingsong secretly groaned, "I've heard something about it."

"Then could you please divine the ins and outs of this matter and find out the truth?"

"This one……"

The Taoist priest had a bitter story he couldn't tell. That day, he was invited to the Wang family to assess their feng shui and destiny. Red-eyed crows were lurking in the Wang family's house, so how could they know what was happening outside?
With a sudden change of heart, he devised a plan. He forced himself to remain calm and pretended to calculate with his fingers before saying, "Reporting to Your Excellency, this matter is shrouded in mystery. The secrets of heaven have been obscured by others. My skills are not advanced enough to see through the secrets of heaven."

This is a way to save face. As long as the words are spoken well, even the county magistrate won't be able to find fault with it.

Magistrate Yang said "Oh," looking disappointed. After a moment of contemplation, he suddenly asked, "Taoist priest, could you please tell my fortune? I've been having a lot of bad luck lately, and I don't know why."

Upon hearing this, Qingsong Daoren perked up. Finally, he had arrived at a topic he was good at. So he pretended to count on his fingers for a while and then said, "Sir, I have calculated that you are experiencing a water-related misfortune, which is causing your actions to be unsatisfactory, hence this situation."

He paused deliberately, then said with a mysterious air, "If I am not mistaken, have strange things been happening frequently in your household lately?"

Magistrate Yang was taken aback: "Tell me in detail?"

"For example, a house cat suddenly dies."

"Hmm? Anything else?"

The Taoist priest, thinking he had made the right point, pressed his advantage: "There is a woman in the back courtyard who is ill with strange symptoms; she is in a deep, unconscious state."

"What nonsense!"

Magistrate Yang roared and slammed his gavel: "You charlatan, you're ignorant and incompetent, yet you dare to come to the yamen to swindle and cheat! Where are you? Tie him up!"

(End of this chapter)