windy cold

Meng Weizhen checked the situation of Yanqing River with a pale face, while Lu Wanfeng and Qin Chuhan followed, stunned by the tragic situation on the river.

The originally wide and clear river surface was now full of densely packed corpses, soaked in water for a long time, causing the corpses to turn white and rot, emitting a strong stench, and the blackness is disgusting.

Lu Wanfeng still clearly remembered seeing the group of beggars yesterday morning, and he was very impressed by some of them with special looks, but within a day, those people died here.

With such a large crowd, it is estimated that the entire beggar's nest is here, and there is almost no possibility of collective suicide, so it must be man-made, and I don't know how much hatred there is. In the corpse river.

Meng Weizhen ordered to his subordinates: "Quickly ask the government to organize guards to salvage the corpses, drag them outside the city and burn them all, there is no delay."

The subordinates had to go without stopping.

The Yanqing River is the mother river of Jizhou and many surrounding counties, and it is also their source of drinking water. It takes at least a period of time for a drowned person to float after death. , and even the possibility of plague.

The people from the government came very quickly, dispersed the surrounding people, and borrowed many fishing boats to clean up the river. The beggars used to drive one by one, but before that, they might not have thought that there were so many beggars in the city. .

After such a big event happened, Jizhou was completely locked down, and no one was allowed to enter or leave, not only to find out the truth and arrest the perpetrators, but also to prevent possible epidemics from spreading out.

Lu Wanfeng and Qin Chuhan were stranded in the city. When they went back to their original place, they found that Zhuqing was alone.

"He went to hunt down Jiyuan." Zhuqing's face was a bit strange, there was a black shadow under his eyes, and he looked like he hadn't rested well.

Lu Wanfeng glanced at Qin Chuhan, didn't he say that the two were inseparable?Why is this acting alone?

"Something happened in the city, the city gate is closed, and no one can get out."

Zhu Qing was surprised: "If Ji Chen leaves the city, won't he be unable to enter?"

"Yes."

Zhuqing was silent for a while, a little worried: "He will be fine, then Jiyuan..."

Lu Wanfeng said: "It's not easy for an eminent monk in Chaohua Temple to have an accident so easily. Don't panic, but this city gate may not be opened in a short time, so you can only stay here for a while." He was not very panicked. , the city is not allowed to enter or leave, so even if the Lu family arrives, they will not be able to enter, so it is considered safe.

They asked for another room to live in, Lu Wanfeng thought about it, and ran to the next door to find Zhuqing.

He raised his eyebrows and smiled evilly: "How did you and Mr. Qingyun yesterday? Did you learn something..."

Zhuqing was originally drinking a cup of clear tea, but after listening to it, she squirted out the tea without swallowing it, making Lu Wanfeng slap in the face.

"If you have something to say, it's fine." Lu Wanfeng wiped the water from his face.

"..." The bluish green face gradually turned crimson, his chin trembled, and he unconsciously turned the teacup in his hand, "The man took off his clothes when he came up, and stretched his hands into my clothes... I I was afraid, so I came back first..."

"Last night, I saw that Master Jichen didn't sleep all night. The wooden fish ding-dong made such noise that I couldn't sleep." Lu Wanfeng teased him between the lines.

"Ah, is that so..." Zhu Qing pinched the empty glass and said falteringly, "I drank the wine and fell asleep when I came back, I can't remember clearly."

"That's it, haha!" Seeing him like this, Lu Wanfeng couldn't help thinking about it, but he denied it all. It's just a joke, it's Master Jichen.

While chatting, someone came back, and at first glance, it was Ji Chen.

Zhuqing was surprised and said: "Didn't you go to chase Jiyuan?"

Jichen sat opposite Zhuqing with the subduing magic pestle in his hand. Seeing that Zhuqing bowed his head and dared not speak, he sighed: "I hadn't gone far when I left the city, but suddenly I felt the cloudy atmosphere in the city, so I hurried back. As expected."

Qin Chuhan also came over when he heard the movement, "Master, did you figure out why the corpses floating on the river are here?"

"Heavenly secrets can't be penetrated, only know that everything is karma, retribution for grievances."

Lu Wanfeng leaned on the back of the chair and said, "But now that the city is sealed off, how can Jiyuan catch it?"

Jichen said: "I have sent a letter to the disciples in the temple to come. I am in the city, and I will hand it over to them outside the city. The Chaohua traitor will not be allowed to go unpunished."

Now there is nothing to do except patiently wait for the closure of the city to end. The fire pits where corpses were burned on the outskirts of the city were ignited toweringly, and the putrid and scorched stench were mixed together, permeating the city. There was no one on the street. .

The fire burned all night, and the burned bodies were buried on the spot. The sun rose the next day, and the soot shrouded the entire city like a thick fog.

Lu Wanfeng closed the doors and windows tightly, and decided not to go out for the next few days.

"So many people died at once, and now it's foggy in summer, it's really strange."

Qin Chuhan said: "If there are abnormalities in the sky, evil spirits will come out."

"Then let's catch monsters!" Lu Wanfeng joked.

They didn't know if there were monsters or not. The fog was heavy, and the distance they could see clearly was very short. Fortunately, the inn had food in stock, but after a few days, the fog didn't clear, but the disease came out.

All the shopkeeper guests from top to bottom in the inn suffered from diarrhea, and at the same time they were suffering from headaches, as if there were foreign objects running around in their skulls, gnawing at the meridians. People in the city were in panic, and many people with poor physiques had already fallen ill in bed.

The most feared plague is still coming.

Large-scale epidemics were either transmitted from water sources or from the air, but Lu Wanfeng, Qin Chuhan, Jichen, and Zhuqing were all fine, probably because they thought their cultivation physique was stronger than ordinary people and they resisted the disease.

Water ghosts raged, beggars died suddenly, the fog lingered, and the plague was rampant. It really echoed Qin Chuhan's words: there are visions in the sky, and evildoers are forced out.

Knowing that Master Jichen of Chaohua Temple is in Jizhou, the government sent someone to ask him to do something to purify the ominous atmosphere in the city.

The place where the practice was performed was at Meng's house. Lu Wanfeng and Qin Chuhan went with Jichen and Zhuqing, only to realize that Meng's house was the only place in the whole city that was not invaded by the fog. No wonder the government chose to do it here. thing.

When we arrived at Meng's house, the fog was blocked by an invisible wall. When we looked up, we couldn't see the blue sky and white clouds, only a vast expanse of whiteness, which was very depressing.He roughly understood that the Meng family was a relatively large family of cultivating immortals when they were still martial arts, and perhaps they left behind some magic tools, talismans and seals. Although the Wu family fell, those magic tools have been protecting this place for many years, so The fog will be isolated from the outside.

There is a spacious open space in the front yard, all the objects that may be used have been prepared, and Ji Chen sits cross-legged on the futon fingers, chanting scriptures.

Lu Wanfeng stood behind the crowd. When he came, he saw a lot of patients in front of Meng's house. The serious ones had worm-like bumps on their faces. He kept begging Meng's house to open the door and let them in. , seems to think that without this fog can be cured.But the Meng family were all exhausted and looked downcast, covering their mouths and noses with cloth scarves, completely ignoring the people calling for help, and only opening the door to let them go when they came.

He despised the Meng family's behavior very much, so at the request of a seriously ill mother, he picked up her crying daughter and brought her in.

The little girl wasn't sick yet, but she didn't seem to have had enough to eat for a while, her cheeks were sunken and she was listless.Lu Wanfeng asked the direction of the kitchen, and took the little girl to find something to eat.

The market has not opened for several days. The Meng family has a big business, but there are also many servants to support, and the remaining food is still barely maintained.When he walked outside the kitchen door, he heard two maids talking inside, and one of them was crying.

"I miss lotus fragrance..."

Another person comforted her: "She has been gone for so many days, don't be so sad anymore."

"Miss fell into the water, and Mian Yu was beaten to death. Later, Miss was bewitched by an evil thing, and He Xiang also suffered... Now that there is an epidemic outside, do you think we will soon..."

"Bah, bah, the Meng family is doing well, those monsters can't get in even if they want to, don't say such bad things!"

"Ugh... I'm afraid..."

"Don't cry, the master told us to prepare the food. If the master blames us if we don't do well, we are really done!"

The maid finally stopped crying, but she couldn't stop hiccupping, "I, I..."

"What about me, do you want to be whipped to death?"

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Lu Wanfeng listened for a while, and then went in after the chat was over, and said with a smile, "Sisters, do you have something to eat? Steamed buns are also fine, my girl is so hungry."

One of the maids was startled, looked at the stranger in front of her, and felt that the voice was familiar, "You are..."

Lu Wanfeng recognized her as the girl Meng Mei talked to behind the crowd the night he lost control for the first time, and said with a smile, "The rash on my face is good."

The servant girl let out an "Ah", but she didn't expect the lady's savior to be so handsome, her face blushed immediately, and she said in embarrassment, "I have some, I'll get them for you." She took out a white flour steamed bun from the steamer and handed it to her. past.

The little girl was hungry for a long time, so she buried her head in the steamed buns and ate non-stop.

The maid plucked up the courage to ask: "Sir, is this your daughter?" Such a young child shouldn't have such a big child.

Lu Wanfeng shook his head: "It's my sister."

The servant girl secretly breathed a sigh of relief, her heart beating extremely fast.

Lu Wanfeng rubbed the little girl's messy head, seemingly unintentionally asked: "Do you know how the beggar who abducted your lady was doing now?"

They didn't answer right away, they exchanged glances and said, "Master locked him up, and we don't know anything else."

The two maids were simple and thought they were calm, but their thoughts were written all over their faces. Lu Wanfeng didn't puncture it, nodded and said, "Thank you, sisters, let's go now, don't bother me."

He took his leave and left. Looking back on the conversation he heard outside the door just now, it is not difficult to guess how Meng Weizhen treated the servant who made a mistake. As for the beggar, he probably didn't get any good results, and he felt a little complicated.