Daoist, I am not fragrant!

"When exactly did this happen in the village?" At the same moment, outside the small kitchen in the east yard, Zhong Tang and Guanshi Zhang stood side by side under the shade of willows. From a distance, they looked like they were discussing the order of pastries, but in reality this In Zhang Guanshi's eyes, there was no trace of clarity left.

"The second young master is getting married, and something strange happened in the village—"

"Again?" Zhong Tang frowned slightly, and continued fiddling with the golden bell and jade beads with his fingertips, asking in a low voice, "What is you? Have there been any strange things before?"

"Yes," Steward Zhang Mu Mu nodded, and said very dullly: "Every time a young master wants to get married, strange things will happen and ruin the marriage."

"Oh?" Zhong Tang looked sideways, seemed to be interested, and continued to ask: "What is the strange thing, please explain it in detail."

Guanshi Zhang reacted for a while, as if he was thinking about it carefully, and after a while he said: "...12 years ago, the young master married a wife,

On the day of going to propose a marriage, there was a sudden rain and lightning, almost splitting the car and horses, the two families thought it was unlucky, so they immediately dismissed the marriage. "

"Ten years ago, the eldest and young master were discussing marriage again. Just after the exchange of birthdays, the murder was detected. The next day, the eldest and young master fell into the water. Although there is no problem, the marriage will not be possible."

"Another year, the second young master was discussing marriage, and he was talking about the lady of Zhao Shilang's family in the Ministry of Industry, but just as the matchmaker got started, the ancestral hall in Zhao's house caught fire, so... we had to give up."

"The third young master was going well at first, but when he came to see each other, he suddenly suffered from nightmares. He was full of nonsense about the death of his children and grandchildren, and his whole body was insane... Naturally, the woman refused to see this."

"It's strange to say that as soon as the people over there left, the third young master was fine, and he has never committed any crimes since then."

"Four years ago, the master was in a hurry and married the young master again, but..."

"Over the years, the three young masters in the family are good at everything, but every time it comes to marriage negotiations, various situations arise. Later, the master thought that it would be better if he didn't marry a wife and only gave the young masters some concubines. Who knows that none of them are successful... People outside are rumoring that they have provoked some kind of evil thing, and want the Jiang family to have no descendants."

Zhong Tang heard that the Jiang family had been offended for more than ten years, although he felt it was absurd, he was not very surprised.There was a breeze blowing, and the green strips of weeping willows were blown onto his red clothes. Zhong Tang asked again: "Then there have been so many incidents, did Mr. Jiang invite others to come and investigate before?"

"Naturally, I have been invited. My family's Yuanwai has always been friends with the Taoist priests of Taiyuan Temple... the Baizitai in Taiyuan Temple was built by Yuanwai. It's just that the Taoist priests over there always come to say yes. The time has not yet come."

Zhong Tang frowned, is it Taiyuan Temple and Baizitai again?

"Since that's the case, why did you invite the Taoist priest of the Golden Crow Temple this time?"

Zhang Guanshi's eyes were empty, and he thought about it and said: "Firstly, the second young master's marriage is coming soon, and the master is really anxious. I'm afraid that if it doesn't work out this time, he will really lose his children and grandchildren."

"Secondly..."

In the Xishan Pavilion, Jiang Yuanwai also said three sentences and sighed, and also told all the things that happened in the family in the past few years, and the expression of the second young master Jiang Yubin became more and more ugly.

However, Li Bizhi didn't mean to be taunting at all. He quietly listened to Yuanwai Jiang's words before asking: "The second young master's marriage is coming soon, but what happened?"

Jiang Yuanwai's sigh became heavier, and the hand holding the crutch unconsciously trembled slightly: "It's not just that something happened again, this time... this time, it actually killed someone."

No matter how noisy the Jiang family's previous affairs were, they would just let it go when the marriage was broken up. No one's life was ever hurt, but this time it was quite different.

Li Bizhi looked at the water vapor curling up in the teacup, his tone was still calm and calm: "I would like to hear more about it."

Yuanwai Jiang really didn't want to talk, he waved his hands and couldn't stop sighing.

Seeing this, the second young master Jiang Yubin, who was sitting on the left side of the small pavilion, stood up and walked to Li Bizhi's side, shook his head and said, "Forget it, Li Daochang, let me talk about this matter."

Li Bizhi turned his eyes, saw the second young master Jiang who was over [-] years old and had an elegant temperament, nodded and said, "Please."

Speaking of which, although the blessings of the Baizi Temple were boastful, there was one thing that did not lie.It is because of the Baizi Temple that the Second Young Master Jiang got a good relationship.

Seven months ago, Jiang Yubin came back from Lin'an, and met Qiu Yu on the way, and hid in the Baizi Temple.On the second day before leaving, I happened to meet Song Yuniang, the distant niece of old butler Song, who was also going to Qingping Villa.

The two walked together halfway, but they hit it off right away, and after getting along with each other several times after entering the village, they secretly developed a love for each other.

Originally, one of them was the second young master of the former Shangshu family of the Ministry of Rites, and the other was just a maidservant in the villa. Their identities were really different, but the marriage of the third son of the Jiang family was not smooth, and Jiang Yuanwai didn't care about anything.

As long as this marriage can come true, Yu Niang will be Jiang Yubin's official wife.

"After my marriage with Yu Niang was finalized, some bad things happened like the previous few times."

But this time, neither Jiang Yubin nor Song Yuniang wanted to give up this marriage easily, so although something strange happened, their marriage is still in preparation.

"First, I fell into the water for no reason, and then the betrothal gift got bedbugs, and Yu Niang's house was washed away by the rainstorm... But these things were the same as before, and no one's life was hurt, until—"

"Until seven days ago, another accident happened in the village. The old man Zhao who was in charge of the dowry...he died."

Li Bizhi raised his eyes, his eyes were as cold and stern as ice, as if he could see people clearly at a glance: "How did you die?"

Jiang Yubin seemed very reluctant to recall that scene, it was really terrifying: "Hanging on the tree in my courtyard, the whole person seemed to be rotten, and the pieces of flesh and bones fell all over the ground. I really can't see what happened. dead."

The sky that had cleared up had started to gloomy again, and the cool breeze that was rare in summer had also become gloomy at this moment, as if it was about to penetrate into the cracks in people's bones.

"What did he do before he died, and who did he meet?" Talking about such things, and meeting such weather, Jiang Yuanwai and the others inevitably felt sorry for each other, and they didn't dare to say any more.But Li Bizhi seemed indifferent, sitting upright like a green pine, still asking calmly.

"Before he died?" Jiang Yubin frowned, thinking and recalling: "Before old man Zhao died...his wife happened to be delivering food to him, and she said she had just set up the chopsticks, and she disappeared in a blink of an eye."

"When he was found, he was hanging on a tree in our yard, bloody and bloody... he was no longer human."

Bloody, out of shape -- such a description is too general, and Li Bizhi only thinks it is half useless.

Outside the Xishan Pavilion, the cloud is getting darker, and the sound of thunder can be heard faintly, and the mountain rain is brought by the wind, which shocked many people's hearts.

Li Bizhi suddenly put down the teacup in his hand, got up and stood up, and said lightly: "I want to see this person's body."

Just as there was a sound of thunder, the white lightning instantly brightened the expressions of the people in the pavilion.

It's no wonder other things, thinking of the death of the old man Zhao, they were really shocked and frightened, Li Bizhi proposed to go to see it at this time, almost all of them had an unconcealable resistance on their faces.

"Daozhang Li," at this moment, Member Jiang stood up, leaning on a cane in one hand, and moved to Li Bizhi's side with unsteady steps: "Master Daoist, you have worked hard this journey, and now The heavy rain is coming, it is really not a good time to go to see the dead body."

Li Bizhi frowned slightly, and suddenly there were a few unfriendly chuckles from outside the pavilion, but when he looked sideways, it was a well-dressed middle-aged man with a sluggish expression, walking towards him.

"Since the Taoist priest has arrived, don't be too impatient. Why don't you take a rest first as father said, and wait until the rain stops and the sky clears up, then it's not too late to go."

Needless to say, this person is Jiang Chongyan's eldest son, the young master Jiang Yurong.

Hearing what Jiang Yurong said, others felt better, but Jiang Yubin couldn't wait any longer: "Brother, after all, this is a matter of human life. Since the Taoist priest wants to see it, there is no need to delay."

"Second brother, you are being rude." Jiang Yurong sat on the chair of the Eight Immortals, called the little girl to bring him tea, and said yin and yang: "I invite Daoist Li to come here for this mundane matter. It has already disturbed the Daoist Priest's Qingxiu. Now that Li Daochang has just entered the house, I should treat him well, there is no reason for the Daoist Priest to do an autopsy in the rain."

"Brother!" Jiang Yubin looked at his elder brother with anger in his eyes, but he was not good at arguing, so he really couldn't say anything.

"Okay!" Jiang Chongyan obviously couldn't see how the second son behaved in front of outsiders, so he put down the teacup in his hand heavily, and the pavilion fell silent in an instant.

Jiang Chongyan turned his head and smiled apologetically at Li Bizhi: "Let the Taoist laugh."

Li Bizhi just nodded. It's not that he couldn't detect the various thoughts of the Jiang family sons, but he never wanted to get involved in them.

"Where is the body now?"

The cold voice has not changed in the slightest, and is still obsessed with it.

Seeing this, Jiang Yubin immediately said in a quick tone: "It's in the yard behind the old bamboo forest to the west."

Jiang Chongyan saw that Li Bizhi was determined to go, and he didn't want the two sons to argue again, so he beckoned to Jiang Yubin: "Forget it, since the Taoist priest is willing to work hard, Lao Song, you can take the Taoist priest there, and you must not neglect."

Although Old Steward Song said that whenever he thought of the death of that old man Zhao, he was still afraid in his heart, but for the sake of his young master and his niece's marriage, he still nodded and said, "Well, Daoist, come with me."

Li Bizhi nodded silently, looked at the father and son again with a flat gaze, and then left the Xishan Pavilion with Old Steward Song, holding on to the wooden sword.

After all, Qingping Mountain Villa is built on the mountainside, so you can't feel anything on a sunny day, but in this heavy rain, it is extremely difficult.

Li Bizhi and old housekeeper Song held umbrellas. After leaving the front main courtyard, they walked all the way west, passed through a dense bamboo forest, and walked along the slippery path in the forest for a long time before seeing the low and simple room at the end. house.

There was a muffled thunder, and it seemed that he was about to walk into it, and the pace of old butler Song gradually slowed down.

"Song Butler can stay here and don't have to follow me in."

Li Bizhi's words, mixed with the sound of rain, fell coldly into the ears of old housekeeper Song.

He gritted his teeth, and finally shook his head: "How can we let the Taoist leader go alone? Since the staff have explained, the old man will follow the Taoist leader."

Li Bizhi didn't want to chat with him about polite nonsense, so he just raised his eyes and looked at him again, and said indifferently: "Anything you want."

The two said, they had already walked under the eaves, put away the oil umbrella in their hands, and walked into the small room where the corpse was buried.

As soon as the door was opened, a damp musty smell mixed with a bloody corpse smell rushed towards his face, making the old housekeeper Song cough and gag again and again.

Li Bizhi also frowned slightly, and swiped his hands that were not holding a sword together, and a light blue cold light came out, dispelling the smell into the rain.

After the smell of corpses dissipated, only the heavy darkness remained in the low house, and it seemed to be heavier than before, so heavy that it was hard to breathe.

Old man Zhao's body was covered with a white cloth, and it was placed abruptly in the middle of the room. The dark brown pus and blood stained the shroud, leaving traces of inhuman shape.

"Daoist, that's old man Zhao's body."

Li Bizhi nodded, and walked forward, the door behind him slammed shut with an invisible force, and old housekeeper Song almost fell to his knees in shock.

The heavy rain slapped on the thin windows all around, as if countless ghost hands stretched out from the darkness, knocking and slapping...

A dark shadow suddenly passed over the window paper behind him, and the moment Li Bizhi turned around, it disappeared again, covering the window on the other side again in an instant.

This dark shadow, like a play, keeps appearing everywhere, and it seems to be dormant, dormant - just waiting for the moment when the window paper is torn.

But Li Bizhi was unmoved. Except for the first time, he didn't try to track the shadow's position, but stood straight on the spot.

Gaze, raise hand, draw tactics, raise sword——

Without a moment's hesitation, without the slightest confusion, every movement was like a lightning bolt, which exploded in several places in the blink of an eye. In the heavy rain pouring down outside the window, there were birds chirping one after another.

Everything became quiet again, and the wooden sword returned in front of Li Bizhi with a cold light shining in the darkness, hanging above the white shroud.

But at this moment, the door was knocked again.

A black shadow appeared there, as if standing in front of a door in the rain,

Li Bizhi didn't move, but the door rang again, "Knock, knock——"

Is it an ordinary knock on the door, or is it a secret disguise of an evil spirit.

Li Bizhi turned around, silently looked at the door, silently looked at the shadow outside the door.

In the end, he walked over, and the moment he opened the door, a touch of vermilion soaked in water jumped into his eyes.

"Taoist, it's you," Zhong Tang's eyes flashed a bit of deliberate surprise, he raised his rain-stained face to look at Li Bizhi, and said with a light smile, "Can you let me go in and hide?" Hiding from the rain?"

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Duck is back alive...

感谢在2020-06-0322:22:08~2020-06-0422:30:15期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmines: 1 hundred-foot wall, [-] cabbage rabbit;

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 10 bottles of Yilu Road;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!