The national teacher does not practice

Chapter 109 Someone Wants to Harm Me? (two in one)

"Wow."

With Xu Xiurong's slender hands closing the yellow-brown cover of "Liu Li Biography", in the Four Seasons Pavilion, a group of disciples slowly recovered from the story.

Ji Ping'an calmed down his thoughts, looked around the crowd, and found that everyone had different expressions on their faces.

Mu Yaoyao and other young disciples felt engrossed in listening to the story, but they were not as noisy as they were at the beginning.

The middle-aged Si Li was a little embarrassed, but the female Si Li was nonchalant, with a look of relish, and broke the quiet atmosphere:
"The two are quite good at playing."

Ji Pingan glanced at her with a wooden face.

A blush flashed across Xu Xiurong's plain cheeks, and then faded away, feeling annoyed.

Although she knew the outline of the affair, she didn't know the specifics. She originally thought that the grand ceremony edited by the imperial court should be solemn and solemn.

Unexpectedly, this "Liu Li Biography" records quite detailed...

Well, of course it is incomparable with Ji Ping'an's memories. In the book, only some key points are described in a cold, emotionless style.

Considering the seriousness of the ceremony, some details were probably cut out.

But everyone present is quite good at making up brains. In other words, the most attractive thing about "story" is the "ambiguous language" between the lines, which can give readers plenty of room to make up their minds.

It's like a high-definition landscape picture, which is quite normal, but if you put a mosaic on it... the information content will be high.

As far as Xu Xiurong is concerned, although the text in the book is not too explicit, it is somewhat embarrassing to tell a group of disciples about it...

If I knew it earlier, I should have tried it first and broadcast it later... The majesty of Jianhou has been discredited.

Although she didn't have much majesty at first.

"What happened later? Why did you write in eight days?" Mu Yaoyao had a strong thirst for knowledge, and she wanted to see blood flow into rivers.

Xu Xiurong glanced at her:
"This is a confession book, not a diary. The five precepts have been broken. What else is there to write?"

Ji Ping said heartily:
It's not that I don't have to write, the main reason is that it's too long-winded...

"In short, after a hundred days, the two recovered their cultivation, left the ancient well and separated in different directions. That's probably how it is." Xu Xiurong concluded.

Mu Yaoyao looked frustrated, and muttered: "The writing is not clear."

"What do you want to see?" Xu Xiurong sneered.

The foodie girl in the green skirt rolled her eyes and said:

"I'm just curious, how did they go to the latrine for so many days."

Everyone was startled and lost in thought, yes, how did such a small well get into the latrine?

Ji Ping'an's face turned dark, and he felt that he should have issued an order in the first place, prohibiting any ceremony.

He took a deep breath, and interrupted everyone's wandering thinking:

"What is really worth noting is why the imperial court edited it like this."

Hearing this, everyone suddenly realized this, yes, compared to the content of the gossip, the act of the Great Zhou court to release this booklet at this juncture before the Divine Capital Awards is worth analyzing.

If it is just a simple narration of history, using the "spring and autumn brushwork" that historians are good at, it is completely unnecessary to write in such detail.

But the version of the Hanlin Academy didn't do that, instead it felt a little deliberately disgusting.

It is conceivable that when "Liu Li Zhuan" spreads to the rivers and lakes, thousands of households will undoubtedly deal a severe blow to the face of Buddhism.

However, considering the confrontation between Da Zhou and Nan Tang, it is not surprising that people hate each other.

"I'm afraid the Taoist sect won't be very happy." Huang He said suddenly.

He has read Huayang Biography, and knows the emotional entanglement between the first female head teacher of the Taoist sect and Li Yang, although nothing happened, not even a relationship with the Taoist couple.

But while the imperial court is disgusted with the Buddhist sect, will the Taoist sect feel pimples in their hearts?Hard to say.

On the surface, he definitely doesn't care, but he can't guess how to think about it behind the scenes.

However, the "Yuanqing Grand Ceremony" was written by the imperial court after all, and the two sides would not intensify the conflict because of this trivial matter.

But looking at the whole leopard, it can be seen that Emperor Yuanqing's attitude towards Taoism is not so respectful.

"Cough, well, it's getting late, let's all go back."

Xu Xiurong stuffed the booklet into the sleeve of his robe, and calmly started to chase people away.

By this time the sun had sunk into the horizon and it was dark.

Everyone got up and said goodbye and left. When Ji Pingan left, he only listened to Xu Xiurong's advice, don't forget to go to the Luming Banquet the day after tomorrow.

A bowl of wontons was not enough to fill his stomach, so Ji Pingan went to the canteen again, and as expected, he heard a large group of disciples discussing the "Wenhui" accident.

But no one knew that the person who shocked the entire Chang'an Avenue was right beside them.

After returning to Qinglian Xiaozhu, Ji Pingan did not lie in the wicker chair to practice as usual, but went back to his bedroom.

After lighting the candles, he sat in front of the table, reached into his arms, and took out the space sachet.

He opened his mouth and turned it over, and there were some scattered items on the table:

A piece of red-headed rope, an incense fan, a bead, a bald paintbrush, a tuft of unknown hair... and a torn white corner of the bloody clothes.

These things are not cultivation objects, so they don't take up much space, but considering the "every inch of land and every inch of gold" in the sachet, it can only be said that each thing represents a past experience.

Unfortunately, the dead are still there, and the living are far away.

Ji Pingan sighed. At this moment, very suddenly, he raised his head and looked at the bright moon outside the window. On a whim, he felt a strong sense of crisis.

He tapped the sachet, poured out the astrolabe and quickly divination, and with the help of the induction in the dark, a fragment of the future flashed before his eyes.

Who is trying to kill him?
Ji Pingan raised his eyebrows.

……

……

Night falls.

Lanterns were lit up on Chang'an Avenue, and the literati and scholars dispersed, either returning home, or having a small gathering, and some of them had a clear purpose and went straight to the fireworks and willow field.

Xiaoxiang Pavilion.

As one of the well-known buildings in Shendu, every night is the busiest time for business.

The carriage is like a dragon, and the silk and bamboo orchestra will continue to sound until the second half of the night.

In a room on the second floor, the oiran "Xiang Ning" whom the two geniuses in Huaiyuan had met a few days ago was sitting alone at the table, staring at the lampshade on the table, thinking What.

The soft and warm light illuminates Xiangning Oiran's uneven figure, and the snow-like skin is faintly visible under the thin gauze.

Her hair was full of blue hair, and she was fixed with a dark green hairpin. She just sat there casually, revealing a coquettish attitude in her bones.

"Dong Dong." There was a knock on the door, and a maid said through the door, "Girl."

"Come in." Xiang Ning's hollow eyes became focused, and she said lightly:
"Is there any clue to what you were asked to inquire about?"

The maid opened the door and came in, and replied:

"The literary meeting during the day was disturbed by a mysterious young master..."

She talked about what she found out about Wenhui, but it was just a summary of rumors in the market, and there was nothing new.

"It's interesting." Xiang Ning seemed to smile.

The maid carefully probed:

"I don't know which family of talents in the city, but I heard that there are female relatives around, and they probably don't come to places like ours... But tonight, several talents came to the building, and they all clamored to see the girl..."

"I'm tired today, I won't entertain guests." Xiang Ning said lightly.

After dismissing the maid who was hesitant to speak, she held her chin to think.

After a while, strands of black mist gushed out from the gap between the tightly closed window lattices.

The black mist condensed into a little fox-like shadow. It stepped on the floor a few times, jumped onto the round table, and circled around the lampshade.

Then it collapsed with a "boom", condensing into lines of text on the table.

Xiang Ning lowered her eyes to watch, and after a while, she cleaned her gauze sleeves to wipe away the black mist. The corners of her mouth were slightly pursed, and she whispered a name:
"Ji Pingan..."

……

Shendu government office.

Due to the influx of people from the rivers and lakes in the city recently, the public security situation is precarious, and the police officers of the government government are running around and nervous.

As the chief arrester, he had no free time. He heard another homicide in the city at night, so he led his men to the vicinity of Dashiqiao with a sword on his horse.

"Where is the deceased? What's the case?" The chief arrester pushed aside the crowd and asked in a deep voice.

His tone was irritable, and there were dark circles under his eyes.

A policeman in patrol uniform hurriedly cupped his hands:

"I've seen the chief catcher before. The corpse is here, but a street vendor accidentally caught a glimpse of it. There was a white thing floating upriver. It was more conspicuous in the dark, and it happened to be hung on the stone pier at the bottom of the bridge. I took a closer look... ...found it was a floating corpse, and shouted to the police in shock..."

He briefly described the case.

The head catcher nodded and said, "Where is the vendor?"

Suddenly, an old man and a little girl were brought over timidly.

The old man had a bitter look on his face, and his tone was humble and frightened:

"The old man paid homage to the bad guy."

The head catcher nodded, then looked at the grandparents duo, and said suspiciously:
"Have I seen you?"

The old man said flatteringly:
"I've seen it, I've seen it. There was a murder case a few days ago, and I asked the messenger."

The chief catcher remembered this incident, it was the time when the flying sword beheaded the head, and then the clues were broken, and it became an unsolved case.

He has a half-smile:
"Your grandparents are really lucky... not bad."

The smile on the old man's wrinkled face was no different from crying. The little girl beside him hid behind him and looked over curiously.

The chief catcher waved his hand, asked about the details, then ignored the grandparents and grandchildren, and pulled them to the corpse by the river.

It was a naked man with a disfigured face, no recognizable features, a medium build, a fatal wound on the neck, as if the cervical spine had been broken by an external force, and his head was tilted in a strange posture.

The inspector said:
"The little ones followed the river and found nothing else."

The chief catcher frowned and thought for a moment, then exhaled:
"Looking at this person's hands and feet, he should not know martial arts. There are traces of labor but his figure is not hunched, and most of them are in his hands and feet... From the looks of it, he looks like a shop clerk, or a rich family man, with a broken neck and face, and the style of a murderer. He looks exactly like a Jianghu man...he didn't die for a long time, heh, I'm afraid it will be another scene of gangsters looting and seeking revenge."

He was a little irritable and reasoned casually.

This kind of case is difficult to investigate. The murderer is "professional" at first glance, and even if there are some traces, they are washed away by the river.

Generally speaking, you can only report to the Yamen, and wait to see which one will report the disappearance in the near future. There is no other good way.

Especially with the recent gathering of people from the rivers and lakes, similar cases are not uncommon.The head catcher stood up and waved his hands: "Take it back to the Yamen."

Then he led people back to catch up on sleep, and didn't take it too seriously.

Not long after, only the grandparent and grandson were left pushing the cart away, and the little girl said crisply:
"Grandpa, don't you want to set up a stall?"

The old man made a bitter face, shook his head and said:
"From tomorrow, let's change places, not here anymore."

Witnessed two murders in a row. Not long ago, I saw someone disappearing and reappearing suddenly on the Dashiqiao from a distance.

Rao is crowded here, business is easier to do, and the old man doesn't want to stay any longer, which is bad luck.

……

……

Qinglian Xiaozhu, candles flickering on the table.

Ji Ping'an's eyes were bright, and he rubbed the astrology disk with a pensive look on his face.

As his cultivation got closer to breaking nine, he was aware of some dangers involving himself, but because of the lack of a medium, he could only feel the danger and malice in the dark.

However, the source cannot be traced.

"Is it related to today's Wenhui? It's unlikely. Even if Huaiyuan knew it was me, they wouldn't want to kill me, and those nerds wouldn't be so narrow-minded."

"Is that the continuation of the 'Peng Yuan Case' and the 'Monster Assassin'?"

Ji Pingan thought about it, and felt that this was the most likely, but why did it happen to be this time?Is it because there is a suitable opportunity to kill him in the near future?

"Lu Ming Banquet... No way." Ji Ping'an's eyes became strange.

After killing the Yaozu assassin last time, he rarely went out.

Mo Lin was wearing a vest that time. Although he went out to play today, he was accompanied by Xu Xiurong, a "sitting well" monk, so his safety was guaranteed.

And the next time they go out will be the Lu Ming Banquet the day after tomorrow.

But the problem is that even if the other party wanted revenge and wanted to get rid of him as a genius, he chose the Luming Banquet because of his brain... At that time, if the masters of the five sects gathered together, wouldn't it be pulling out the tiger's beard?court death?
No matter what you think, it's not worth it to kill such a small person as him...

So, it wasn't the Lu Ming Banquet, or was there something else at the source of the danger?
Ji Pingan frowned, lacking a clue for a while, although the star officials have the ability to predict bad luck, but they are often like this, knowing that there is a problem, but don't know where the enemy is.

"Find an excuse not to go to the Lu Ming Banquet? But when all the prison lords will go, isn't the Qin Tianjian empty... No way."

Ji Pingan thought for a long time, and felt that it was still safe.

Although he has some life-saving hole cards, they are not suitable for showing them in public, just like last time in order to avoid Gao Mingjing, he used a teleportation talisman, which instead caused the opponent to think wildly.

It was Xin Yaoguang who came forward to settle the follow-up... By the way, Xin Yaoguang.

With a thought in his heart, he had an idea. He raised his hand and took the old things on the table back into the kit, then took out the "Hongxin Talisman Paper", dipped a brush in clean water and wrote:

【Are you there? 】

After a while, the words on the paper faded away, and a new line appeared:

[Yu: Yo, you actually took the initiative to contact the saint, did you figure it out? 】

Ji Pingan blinked:

[Think about what? 】

[Yu: Make a deal with me, help me solve the problem of cultivation... By the way, you know about the Wenhui today. witness?It's a pity that you didn't see such a big commotion, it's too late to regret it. 】

You are still thinking about it, I have forgotten... Also, you show off your knowledge of the literary conference in front of me, the "culprit", so that one day you will know the truth and have the face to face me?
Ji Pingan smiled and replied:
[I'll talk about this later, I have other business with you]

　Thank you Lee Se Park Baeksang for your support
　　
　
(End of this chapter)