Fortune tellers give eggs, the stepmother is a Taoist boss

There was no time to set up a Dharma altar for the temporary summoning of souls. Gu Qing only ordered a few yellow-robed Taoist priests from the Taoist palace to protect the Dharma. He himself made magic spells with one hand and danced a mahogany sword with the other, reciting incantations that no one could hear. He stepped forward to watch others. I don't understand the Gang Steps, but the operation is smooth and smooth. It is unpredictable and has an inexplicable beauty.

The members of the diplomatic missions from various countries were amazed and felt that this old Taoist was really a bit of a fairy. If Emperor Shun was not present, they would all want to clasp their fists and bow to him.

Jiang Fuyuan rarely made a sincere and positive comment on Gu Qing: "He dances really well."

Chi Xinsu, who stood beside her at some point, raised his eyebrows when he heard this, and asked with a low smile: "Cizhan also thinks that Master Gu Qing's footwork is exquisite?"

Jiang Fuyuan nodded: "The last time I saw such wonderful footwork was three days ago."

Chi Xinsu: "Oh? There are still experts in Jingzhou who are as proficient in Tiangang Xuanmen steps as Master Gu Qing?"

Jiang Fuyuan raised her eyes and looked at him, wondering: "Can a juggler also be called an expert?"

Chi Shinsu: "...the wonderful footwork you mentioned is a street juggler?"

"That's right." Jiang Fuyuan tilted her head and thought for a moment before agreeing, "Those who are ranked number one in the 360 ​​line are capable of breaking the big stone on their chests into dregs. They can indeed shoulder the title of master."

She cast an approving look at Chi Xinsu: "Don't judge others based on their status. Asu, you are worthy of being the King of Xin. You cherish your talents."

God cherishes talent, why would he cherish the talent of a street juggler?
After taking a few deep breaths to suppress the words in his heart, Chi Xinsu forced a smile: "...Thank you Cizhan for the compliment."

As soon as the two of them whispered, a gust of wind suddenly blew on the frozen lake.

There is often a bone-chilling wind in Jingzhou in winter, which is nothing unusual. However, this wind is even colder than the usual north wind. The extremely cold air carried in the wind seems to be able to easily penetrate thick clothing and reach directly to people's skin. The internal organs.

Only the dark wind with resentment can have such an effect.

The envoys from various countries had no experience of seeing ghosts, so naturally they didn't know it was the evil wind. They just trembled and whispered to each other:

"Why do I suddenly feel so cold?"

"Me too, has the situation changed?"

"Isn't that right? We in Lan Country are in the far north, and we have never felt such a bone-chilling cold..."

Just when they were hesitating whether there was something wrong with their bodies, resentful whimpering sounded in the dark night, and the doubts on the faces of the envoys suddenly turned into horror.

After the soul summoning was completed, Gu Qing bowed to Yuan Fei Daojun and said, "Your Majesty, the souls of the Qing Kingdom's followers have been summoned. Do you allow them to see you?"

Daojun Yuan Fei nodded: "Yes."

With the emperor's permission, Gu Qing raised his hand and grabbed the void in the middle of the lake. Suddenly, in the darkness five or six meters away from the crowd, a misty blue-gray ghost was spinning in place.

Qing Xi recognized him immediately: "It's Qing Changsheng!"

When Qing Changsheng heard the familiar voice, he immediately stopped and turned his head to look at the crowd.

Although it was a ghost, with the powerful-looking Master Gu Qing sitting in charge, the members of the envoys from various countries were not afraid. The Liang envoy even asked out of curiosity: "Why doesn't he come over?"

Gu Qing explained in a calm voice: "Your Majesty is a true dragon and emperor. He is blessed by heaven. It is reasonable for ordinary ghosts and monsters not to dare to approach."

With one sentence, he not only flattered Taoist Yuan Fei, but also demonstrated his profound skills. It can be said that he knows the art of speaking very well.

Daojun Yuan Fei said with satisfaction: "In that case, let him answer where he is. The real person also asks him to cast a spell to help him quickly identify the real culprit."

"Yes." Gu Qing made the magic formula with his hand, turned around and asked Qing Changsheng with a serious expression, "Qing Changsheng, do you remember why you died?"

"Why did he die..." Qing Changsheng seemed unable to understand Gu Qing's words for a moment. He repeated it in a murmur and then said slowly, "I... I don't remember..."

Gu Qing nodded: "After death, you will fall into ignorance and you will not wake up until the first seven days. It is normal that you can't figure out the cause of death now. You just need to tell me what you can remember now."

Since ancient times, life and death have been the same. When a person is born, he is a blank piece of paper. As he grows up, this paper will gradually be filled. When a person dies, all the memories of his life are forgotten. It is also a blank piece of paper, but after death, the blank paper is not writing. New content, but restoring old memories.A newly deceased ghost will only have a vague impression of the emotions of joy or sadness before death, and these emotions are usually related to the cause of his death.

Qing Changsheng hesitated for a moment and said hesitantly: "I...I seem to remember that I was fighting with someone."

fight?Everyone, Monk Zhanger, was confused. Qing Changsheng had an envoy and his entourage, who could he fight with?

Dr. Wang is worthy of being a doctor and has extremely high professionalism. When Qing Changsheng said the word "fight", he immediately ran back to the courtyard of the Qing envoy to examine the body.

After a while, he returned to Wanling Lake and saluted Master Yuan Fei: "Your Majesty, I have made a new discovery."

Daojun Yuan Fei: "Speak."

However, Imperial Physician Wang looked hesitant: "Your Majesty, can you please retreat?"

Qingxi immediately shouted: "Is there anything you can't say in front of us?"

A follower from a subordinate country dared to be so presumptuous. Taojun Yuan Fei wanted to kill him on the spot, but it was a matter of divine envoy. He still held his breath and said coldly: "Mr. Wang might as well speak frankly."

Doctor Wang hesitated for a moment and said: "There are indeed blue marks on the body of the deceased..."

He seemed a little embarrassed to speak, and after hesitating for a moment he said: "Yes... it is a trace of love."

Crowd: ? ? ? ?

What's happening here?
It turns out that this fight is not that fight! ! ! !
The Qing Kingdom envoy's eyes darkened and he almost fainted again.

Among the bunch of mud-legged people he brought, it was enough that there was a reckless man who spoke without thinking, but there was also a lewd thief who was messing with the harem! ?

Seeing that the emperor's expression was wrong, Doctor Wang quickly added: "The person who had sex with the deceased was not a woman, he...he was a lower-ranking person."

When this statement came out, everyone was shocked.

The Saint of Kadan couldn't help but cover her mouth and exclaimed: "Is it possible that the murderer is a coward and a coward? Later, he was afraid that he would report him and he would be killed and silenced?"

As soon as she said this, everyone's sympathetic eyes turned towards the ethereal blue-gray ghost.

It is too miserable for a man to die in a foreign land and be raped before he dies.

But who was the person who attacked him?Could it be...

The imaginative Saintess of Kadan turned her suspicious eyes to Qing Xi, who had danced the most happily before.

They were both followers of the envoy of the Qing Kingdom and lived in the same courtyard. Qing Xi had plenty of time to commit crimes.Could it be that all his previous words and deeds were just a thief shouting to catch the thief, trying to divert attention?
The Holy Son of Kadan Kingdom had a spiritual connection with the Holy Girl. Seeing that she kept looking at Qingxi, he asked aloud: "Do you suspect it's him?"

Qing Xi's expression froze, and he quickly defended himself: "Look at what I did! It wasn't me! I've been busy with the things assigned to me by the adults all afternoon, so how could I have any time to spend with Qing Changsheng... that!"

The saintess of Kadan asked directly: "If you have not had sex with anyone, do you dare to take off your clothes and let the imperial doctor examine you?"

This was the most direct way to prove his innocence, but Qingxi's face turned even paler, and he held his collar tightly with both hands and took two steps back.

His behavior made him more suspicious. With a look from Chi Dongchuan, the guards strode forward with long knives in their hands and pulled off his upper clothes with a swish.

Freshly scabbed scratches were all over Qingxi's back. Anyone who knew a little about Fengyue would know what he had gone through at a glance.

The Saint of Kadan clapped her hands mockingly: "What a drama of a thief shouting to catch a thief. I almost believed you, but after a long period of trouble, it turned out that you are the murderer."

"I didn't!" Qing Xi shook his head crazily, his tone irritable and desperate, "I had sex with Chang Sheng, but I didn't kill him!"

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