Liaozhai: A Poor Monk Transcends to Immortal

Chapter 80 The High Profile of the Town Demon Division
Kong Xin raised his head and looked at Xu Zisu curiously and asked, "I wonder who this person is?"

"Ningzhou painter Wang Tingxu."

Wang Tingxu?
Kong Xin couldn't help but be stunned: "This guy is just an ordinary person."

"The art of left Taoism does not require cultivation."

Kong Xin nodded immediately after hearing this.
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Half an hour later, the big man who had just gone out came back, holding a bundle of case files in his hand.

"Sir, all the missing women's files are here."

Kong Xin motioned to his subordinates to put the dossier aside, and then looked at the three of them: "Guys, the dossier you want is here."

"Thank you senior."

After thanking him, he took out a scroll and slowly unfolded it. Kong Xin stepped forward curiously and took a look. He vaguely felt that the woman looked familiar, but for a moment he couldn't remember where he had seen it. .

The three of them immediately started reading the files.

Although Zhu Jiusheng could not read many words, fortunately, there was a sketch of the missing woman in the file. It was not difficult to find clues just by looking at the sketch.

Time passed minute by minute, and noon passed quietly in the blink of an eye. Kong Xin had already left, and now there were only three busy figures left in the hall.

Nearing the afternoon, the three of them finally read through the thick file. They looked at each other and shook their heads.

No!

There is nothing similar to it in the missing woman's file.

Could it be that I guessed wrong?

That being the case, why did Wang Tingxu want to change his position?

Is it simply because you need to hone your painting skills?
Xu Zisu shook his head, maybe it wasn't that simple.

While the three of them were contemplating, a slightly gloomy figure walked in.

"senior."

"Can you show me that scroll again?"

Seeing Kong Xin's livid face, Xu Zisu pulled out the scroll from the table in doubt.

Kong Xin took it, opened it and looked at it for a long time. Finally, a hint of sadness flashed in his eyes, and he slowly closed them: "Little monk, is the woman in this painting dead?"

Seeing Xu Zisu nodding his head, Kong Xin's face darkened.

"Senior, do you know the woman in the painting?"

"If I'm not mistaken, her name is Cheng Ruolin, and her father, Cheng Peng, is the deputy envoy of our Demon Suppression Department."

Kong Xin sat down and looked at the picture scroll in her hand with a complicated expression: "The old man can also be called her uncle."

There is a father of the deputy envoy of the Demon Suppression Department who absolutely no one dares to touch. But now that he is being persecuted like this, there is only one possibility, that is, the deputy envoy of the Demon Suppression Department may have passed away.

While Xu Zisu was deep in thought, a violent aura slowly rose up.

"You are a rat-like thief. I, the Demon Suppressor, have gone through life and death for you, but you dare to stab me in the back and harm my family. If I don't avenge this revenge, I will be a son of a man in vain."

The scroll turned into waste paper and flew up in the wind. Kong Xin stood up, his face full of evil spirits. The energy and blood in this old man who was over sixty years old made the entire Demon Suppression Department tremble.

"Where is the Demon Suppressing Guard?"

"exist!"

Dozens of qi and blood rose into the sky, shaking the entire city of Ningzhou.

"Follow me to find the murderer."

Zhu Yan frowned: "Sir, there is no evidence for this matter yet, maybe..." "I, the Demon Suppressor, do not need evidence to act, it is authorized by the imperial authority."

Kong Xin snorted coldly and led the people out.

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For a time, the entire city of Ningzhou was in turmoil.
At the Nantong River Ferry, the old turtle raised his head and glanced at the Demon Suppression Division. A trace of fear flashed in his eyes, but thinking about his actions over the past hundred years, he immediately felt relieved. Although he was a demon, he had never had the intention to kill. I guess it wasn't directed at him.

Jingtingxuan, Yuan Wanqing frowned and looked in the direction of the Demon Suppressing Division. A flash of uneasiness flashed through her heart, but then she thought of her identity and her expression gradually relaxed. She just didn't know what happened to make the Demon Suppressing Division The commander was so out of his mind.

A martial artist in the Marrow Refining Realm, whose vitality is as bright as the bright sun, looks down at the True Lord of the Purple Mansion, fearing that something will happen to Ningzhou Mansion.

at the same time,

A sailboat sailed into Ningzhou Mansion. There were only a few people on the boat, chatting and laughing as they looked at the customs and customs of Ningzhou Mansion. The action of the Demon Suppression Division undoubtedly caught the eyes of these people.

The guard on the side saw this and said, "Sir, I'm afraid it's the Demon Division of Ningzhou Prefecture."

The old man frowned: "The late emperor once ordered that the Demon Suppression Department should act in a low-key manner. I'm afraid it's inappropriate to be so ostentatious now."

The scholar on the side came closer and said, "Teacher, before coming here, the student has already checked. The Demon Division of Ningzhou Prefecture has always been very low-key. There is a scene like this. I think it happened for a reason."

"Really? I would like to see what happened that made the dignified Demon Suppressor so arrogant." There was a hint of curiosity in the old man's eyes: "Let's get to the shore."

Then several people docked and landed.

The actions of the Demon Suppression Division naturally fell into the eyes of the government officials.

Gan Zongsheng looked at this scene and couldn't help but cursed secretly: "What is the Demon Suppression Division trying to do?"

First, the government office took the file on the woman’s disappearance, and now it’s so obvious. Could it be that the murderer has been found?
If so, it can be considered a good thing for him.

"Come on."

"grown ups."

"Send someone to monitor the Demon Suppression Division to see what they do."

"Yes!"

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At this moment, Wang Tingxu was holding an exquisite picture of a beautiful woman, with a look of intoxication on his face.

Like all men, he also likes beautiful women, but the difference is that what he likes is not their bodies, but the lifelike appearance of them in his paintings. This is simply a beautiful piece of art.

However, as time went by, he gradually became dissatisfied with his paintings. Although the paintings were still lifelike, they were dead things after all. He could not see any trace of vitality or divine meaning in the paintings, and he became decadent for a long time because of this. Time, it just seems that God is favoring him.

Just when he was decadent, he accidentally discovered a heretical magic from a "Notes on Painting".

In order to pursue the highest realm of painting, he resolutely chose this technique after experiencing some psychological struggles.

His first work was Cheng Ruolin!
As for where this woman came from and what her background was, he didn't care, as long as she was beautiful.

And this became his favorite work, but not long after it was completed, there was a burglar in his home. He was angry for a long time, and the consequence was that he used this technique to draw more pictures of beautiful women. Restrain the anger in your heart.

Behind every picture of a beautiful woman represents the withering away of a woman in her prime.

He doesn't know any evil, and takes pleasure in it like a madman.

While he was immersed in his fantasy, there was a shocking vibration, the door was knocked away with a palm, dust and smoke were everywhere, and it was a mess.

"Who are you? You broke into a private house without permission. You must be aware that you have violated the laws of the Jin Dynasty."

The steward of the palace looked at this scene in horror. Dozens of big men looked at him indifferently with evil spirits in their brows.

Such a scene has never been encountered before.

"My young master is a disciple of Mr. Fujun. I advise you not to make mistakes."

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(End of this chapter)