man sanctified in death row vest

Chapter 154
end of February.

Shuzhou.

On General Mountain, Yunliu Temple.

It was clearly noon at this moment, but there was a gray cloud floating over Yunliu Temple.There was an unpleasant smell in the air, an indescribable smell of rotting corpses.

The "crow attack" incident a month ago seems like yesterday, and the monks in Yunliu Temple still have lingering fears about it.

In the courtyard, several young monks were cleaning the courtyard. In addition to the fallen leaves that needed to be cleaned, there were also patches of black crow feathers spreading in the courtyard, which added a bit of depressing atmosphere to this century-old temple.

First experienced the burning of the mountain, and then experienced the attack of crows. Several elderly monks sat on the stone steps by the door and vividly described the dangers of that day.

In front of the main hall, the statue of General "Xie Yunliu", which has survived a hundred years of wind and rain, was destroyed by something on the day the crowmen attacked. It is currently covered with a piece of black cloth to protect it from the rain. keep out the wind.

A gust of cold wind blew, and the black cloth covering the equestrian statue of the general was lifted up. The monk who was cleaning the courtyard was about to go forward to clean it up, and accidentally noticed that the middle of the damaged statue's foundation was actually empty.

The curious monk threw the broom aside, approached the breach, and carefully peeked into the cave entrance under the dim light.

"Huh? What is this?"

The monk was surprised to find a pair of small stone tombstones hidden inside the foundation of the general's statue.

There are also some moldy clothes and accessories stacked next to the tombstone.

"Cloth tomb?"

This is obviously a pair of clothes tombs.

But why are there clothes tombs hidden inside the general's statue?

The monk clasped his hands together, calling out his guilt in his heart.He didn't bother the peace of the deceased because of his curiosity, he was going to report the matter to the other masters, and find the craftsmen in the city as soon as possible to start work on the auspicious day to rebuild the statue of the general.

The monk who continued to sweep the floor did not take this matter to heart.

Sweeping and sweeping, the monk's doubts were hard to dispel.

If the tomb hidden in the general's portrait is that of Xie Yunliu, the famous general in the legend, that's all right.

However, the name of two strangers was written on the mound.

——"Gongsun Mo and Xie Luohe".

……

……

Imperial City.

It is sunny and windy today.

At this time, at the end of winter and the beginning of spring, a warm drizzle washed away the coldness of winter.

On the streets of the imperial city, many old archways have been given a new layer of red paint, and the walls of the imperial palace have been repainted with gold leaf.

Not far from the Zhengnan Gate, the skilled craftsmen in the city are rushing to build a high platform corridor. Under the supervision of the Ministry of Industry, they are making final preparations for the upcoming ancestor worship ceremony on March [-].

"Master Yan, this way, help me come here to have a look!"

A foreman greeted Yan Jiji politely. Although Yan Jiji is not under the management of the Ministry of Industry, he is an outside craftsman, but the foreman dare not be disrespectful towards Yan Jiji.Whether it is the identity of the opponent's number one craftsman, or the Zheng's signboard behind him, it is worth it.

The foreman yelled three times in a row, and Yan Jiji woke up like a dream, and stepped forward with a hammer in his mind, looking absent-minded.

"Master Yan, are you not feeling well today? Why don't you go back earlier and rest earlier, so don't get tired at the most critical time."

Another craftsman who is also a craftsman of the Zheng family said with concern.

"Hey, where is it, we are doing very well!" Yan Jiji squeezed out a smile on his dark face, calmed down, touched the drapes from his waist, and carefully checked the level of the high platform.

"Master Zheng, Mr. Zheng, your old Zheng family is a single lineage, so don't stop here!"

Yan Jiji thought silently in her heart.

……

"Appreciate~"

A chic carriage parked in front of the Zheng family mansion.

The driver is Qing Shisan.

Qing Shisan was still in a sloppy travel attire, tied the reins aside, opened an oil umbrella, and smiled into the carriage: "We are here, Mr. Situ, please get out of the carriage."

"It's time to work, hehe."

The curtain was lifted, and a middle-aged man in blue and plain clothes stepped out of the carriage.I saw him with narrow and long eyes, a mustache on his face, and a kind smile, making him seem approachable.

"I'm very curious. You Zheng's family is not short of strange people, and you have some intractable diseases that you need to help. Please don't get me wrong. The reason why I take action is not to value the mere thousand taels of gold, but to save people. cure."

When Qing Shisan heard the words, he repeatedly said that Mr. Gao Yi, but the corners of his eyes kept twitching, secretly thinking that the doorman of your house did not have this attitude two days ago.

Qing Shisan's brows became sad, and he made a "please" gesture, and said with a smile: "Zheng's second wife is weak and sick, and she has been infected with a cold for a long time, and her condition is getting worse. What's more, the medical skills of those in our family are far behind those of Situ's miracle doctor. How can they be called strange people? "

"Serious words, serious words!" Situ Yong bowed his hands in return, his eyebrows relaxed, and it was obvious that Qing Shisan's polite words made Situ Yong very happy.

in the living room.

Several female relatives are waiting anxiously.

The whistle sounded faintly, Yueyan's ears moved slightly, and she hurriedly said, "Situ Yong is here!"

As he said that, he was about to enter the inner room and make some preparations.

At this time, Zhizhi grabbed Yueyan who was in a hurry: "Sister Xi'er, are you sure Situ Yong won't doubt it?"

"At this time, I don't care so much anymore." Yueyan said in a deep voice.

"Where is Ye Weiyang...?"

Yueyan had just returned from Shuzhou at this time, and before she had time to rest for a few days, she learned that Zheng Xiu was seriously ill.

Yueyan remembered the "upheaval" in the middle of the night before half a month, bit her lower lip, hesitated for a moment, and said: "I was just a star in the middle of the night, and I couldn't get more accurate information. But half a month ago, the scene of ravens falling all over the sky at the same time , makes me speculate that there must be a major event in Ye Wei Central, and more than half of the Ye Guards in the imperial city have been transferred to the south at night. At this time, there must be other important events in Ye Wei Central. It's inside."

At this time, Jing Xuemei, who was the calmest, nodded slightly, and said, "Master, it's important."

"Wait a minute, I'm going to change clothes."

Yueyan was still wearing Ye Weiyang's uniform at this time, feeling weak all over, so she hurried into the inner room to change clothes.

It was only when she turned back into a tailor that she felt that she had returned to her post.

Soon Situ Yong followed Qing Shisan, walked through the corridor, and came to the living room of the Zheng family.

The hall is empty, several female relatives have been waiting here for a long time.

A cup of hot tea is served, and there is a long table in the center of the living room, and behind the long table stands a gorgeous screen embroidered with a picture of a hundred birds facing the phoenix.

"Please."

Qing Shisan motioned for Situ Yong to sit in front of the screen.

"Oh?"

Seeing this, Situ Yong's squinted eyes flashed, and the smile on his face was even wider.But he didn't ask much, and sat on the sandalwood chair with a smile, picked up the hot tea, lifted the lid, blew it, and took a sip.

"Good tea."

Situ Yong put down his teacup, looked at Qing Shisan, and said with a smile: "Can I ask more, the person in the Zheng family who suffers from wind and cold is really the second wife of the Zheng family?"

The smile on Qing Shisan's face remained unchanged: "Add another 500 taels of gold."

Situ Yong understood: "That's it."

Several female family members closed the hall door, and after delivering some exquisite pastries, they retreated behind the screen.

Situ Yong's eyes flickered.

Qing Shisan explained: "Sir, please don't get me wrong. We have heard that Mr. Situ has the ability to 'sever life and death with one finger', and we also know the 'golden thread detection pulse' that has been lost for many years. Taboo about the difference between men and women, I hope Mr. Situ will forgive me."

Situ Yong said: "Since they are all in the door, I will open the skylight and say it is more open. You should know the rules of the next one, only cure diseases, not spells. If your second mother is good at thaumaturgy, you should go to Ye The spirit-suppressing people in Weiyang, not my subordinates."

Qing Shisan's face darkened.

Situ Yong nodded: "It seems that I have looked for it. No wonder, no wonder, no wonder."

Qing Shisan was silent.

This silence is tantamount to acquiescence.

Indeed, please.

Hulang Bishui, the [Spirit Townman] from Yewei Central, was once invited to have a reunion dinner at the Zheng family, and has maintained a good relationship with the Zheng family.

Bi Shui made it clear that she could do nothing about it.

That's why Situ Yong was invited to act today.

Situ Yong didn't ask any more questions.

Taking money to do things is a rule and a professional ethics.

"Sir, please!"

A soft shout came from behind the screen, Yueyan spread her five fingers, her middle finger curled up, and a straight thin line shot out from the gap in the screen.

"Ha ha!"

Situ Yong waved his hand casually, easily caught the thin thread that was hard to distinguish with the naked eye, put it on his left wrist, but stretched out his index finger with his right hand, gently buckled it on the end of the thread, and closed his eyes.

Yueyan's ten fingers flicked repeatedly, and the other end of the thin wire passed through the living room, through the courtyard, through the wall, into the dark passage, and into the secret dungeon. Wrapped around.

scold!
Yueyan pulled her hands, and all the lines collapsed instantly.

A series of weak pulses were transmitted from the thin thread, and Situ Yong's face suddenly changed several times, first he was surprised, then shocked, and finally angry.

He stood up abruptly, slapped the table and said angrily: "Hey! I, Situ Yong, have no grievances or enmities with your Zheng family, how can you fool me with a dead man!"

(End of this chapter)