Mysterious mirror hanging high

Qian Wu and his wife looked at the man from afar. He was a young man under 30 years old. His body was covered with dried blood. His right arm was empty and was wrapped with several pieces of gauze. His face was extremely pale and it was obvious that he was dying.

"Ouch!" Madam Qian cried out, covering her young son's eyes. She then said to Qian Wuyan, "Husband, this... should we save him quickly?"

"Wait." Qian Wu stopped Madam Qian and said, "This man's identity is unknown. What if he's a fugitive? We must not act rashly."

"Besides, even if he's not a bad guy, he's been hunted here, so he might be involved in something serious. I'm just a small merchant in a border town, how could I be involved in such a thing!"

"Go quickly, go quickly!"

Mrs. Qian hesitated: "Can I just watch him die here..."

"You're too soft-hearted!" Qian Wu scolded. "What's the point of other people's life or death to us? Get out of here!"

Mrs. Qian sighed, left the place with her husband and others, and returned to the carriage.

But Qian Wu's eyes suddenly rolled around at this moment, and he said to the guards at home: "Erzhu, you stay here to protect the lady and Yun'er. I have a stomachache and need to find a place to relieve myself."

Erzhu nodded and said, "Master, there are snakes and insects everywhere in the mountains, so you have to keep an eye on them."

Qian Wu nodded and gradually moved away from the carriage, but he had no intention of looking for a place to relieve himself. Instead, he returned to the bushes where the seriously injured person was.

At this time, the man was breathing in more than out. Qian Wu carefully watched for a while, and suddenly felt that the man had stopped breathing. Thinking that he was dead, he slowly moved closer, picked up a dry branch from somewhere and poked the corpse. After confirming that there was no reaction, he moved forward.

He rummaged through the lining of the corpse for a while and found some bottles and jars of medicine, a jade token, some silver coins, and a piece of red gold as big as a baby's fist.

"Lord Xuan, bless me! This deity is truly efficacious. I just prayed to him and unexpectedly got such a windfall. I will definitely come back to fulfill my vow someday..."

Qian Wu was a money-grubber, and seeing this he smiled delightedly. He carefully put the silver coins and the piece of red gold into his arms, but left the jade token exactly where it was. This kind of token of trust was usually a hot potato, and could easily lead to fatal disasters... But there was no such concern for the gold, so he could just go home and melt it secretly.

He pretended nothing had happened and returned to the carriage, ordering his servants to drive back to Gancheng quickly.

After returning to the Qian Mansion, Qian Wu found a quiet room and prepared to melt the gold nuggets he had taken from the dead man. However, no matter how hot the fire was, the red gold showed no signs of melting, which made Qian Wu very puzzled.

He secretly hid the gold nugget and just as he was about to step out of the inner courtyard, he heard Zhuzi come in and report, "Master, a Taoist priest wants to see you. He looks like an immortal and has extraordinary conversation skills. I think he must be someone important. I've arranged for him to wait in the front hall!"

"Taoist priest?" Qian Wu was puzzled and led Zhuzi to the front hall, only to see a yellow-faced Taoist priest with a mustache sitting upright on the guest seat, holding a copper compass in one hand and a cup of hot tea in the other, sipping it from time to time.

"I wonder which Taoist temple you're staying at? But are you here to beg for alms at my Qian's house?" Qian Wu asked, bowing.

The Taoist raised his eyes to look at Qian Wu, staring at the compass needle in his hand that kept shaking, a hint of joy appeared on his face, and he just coughed lightly:

"The Taoist name is [Shiquanzi]."

After saying that, he slapped the brocade bag on his waist, and a short sword shining with silver light flew out of it and kept circling around the Taoist priest.

"Fairy!"

Qian Wu's pupils shrank and he subconsciously knelt on the ground.

The Kingdom of Yue was poor in spiritual resources and the way of immortality was not prosperous. There were almost no cultivators in such a vast country. There were only one or two stories about immortals in the capital of Yue. It was said that those people were named national masters by the king and had an extraordinary status.

Although Qian Wu was not unfamiliar with the existence of cultivators, this was the first time he saw a real one!

Taoist Shi Quanzi glanced at Qian Wu, who was kneeling on the ground, and said, "I was practicing in the mountains. I was so still that I wanted to move. I came down from the mountains to travel. I passed by your mansion and on a whim, I wanted to ask for a vegetarian meal. I wonder if it would be convenient for you?"

Qian Wu was instantly overwhelmed by joy. His backer in the court had just fallen, and he was isolated and helpless. Then this monk happened to come to him.

Monks hold a very high status in secular countries. No matter which country or city they are in, they are guests of honor, and they are comparable to the rulers of the country! If the Qian family can establish such a relationship, their business will not only be limited to Gancheng!

"Master, please come into the inner hall!"

Qian Wu had a plan in mind, and he urged his servants to prepare a banquet.

Although the Qian family was one of the richest families in Gancheng, Qian Wu himself was a stingy person and there were not many servants in his family. Apart from Zhuzi, the bodyguard, he only kept a cook, a young maid, and an old servant in his sixties.

However, the servants knew that a distinguished guest had arrived, and they acted quickly and quickly prepared a high-standard banquet in the inner courtyard.

When they sat down to eat, several servants were waiting on the side. Qian Wu's family gave the main seat to Shi Quanzi, and Qian Wu himself held a cup of tea and said respectfully:

"I can't come up with anything good in such a hurry. Please feel free to use whatever you want, Taoist Priest."

Shi Quanzi did not move his chopsticks at this time, but just stared at the compass in his hand. After looking around for a while, he finally looked determined, and seemed to relax, looking at Qian Wu's youngest son.

"Is this your son?"

"Exactly!"

"Come and have a look."

Qian Wu's breathing became a little rapid, and he thought to himself, "Could it be that Yun'er has spiritual roots and has been favored by the immortal? Then wouldn't he be able to fly into the sky and into the earth, and become an immortal?"

So he hurriedly urged his youngest son to go: "Why don't you go and pay your respects to the Immortal?"

The child went obediently and was pinched by Shi Quanzi's shoulders. The yellow-faced Taoist priest sneered and made a hand gesture. The next moment, a ray of red-gold light flew out from a quiet room and landed steadily in Shi Quanzi's other hand.

"Alright, [Treasure Compass] is correct. [Crimson Molten Gold] is indeed hidden in this mansion... Tell me! Where did you get this thing?"

Qian Wu felt like he was falling into an ice cellar. His hands and feet were instantly cold, and he thought inwardly, "It's over! So this is a wicked person who has come here in pursuit of treasure!"

"No one is saying anything?" Shi Quanzi raised a cruel smile and glanced at everyone present: "Who on earth hid this red molten gold here? If you don't confess, no one will leave the yard today!"

"Don't be so rash!"

The old servant, who was in his sixties, was short-sighted and didn't know how powerful the monk was. He stepped forward to scold him, but saw a flash of silver light from Shi Quanzi's waist, and a silver line flew out, instantly cutting off the old servant's head.