Knife splashing

Chapter 30 Return to Xianyang
Wow!
Paper money is flying all over the sky, drifting in the wind.

The funeral procession moved slowly forward, and the sound of the wind seemed to carry sadness.

Although Li Yan's family also belongs to the original surname of Lijiabao, his lineage is declining and there are no close elders.

Fortunately, with Wang Daoxuan presiding over the event, Sha Lifei running errands, and neighbors and villagers helping out, the old man's funeral was handled with great care.

Selecting a site, deciding on a coffin, arranging a mourning hall, and burying the deceased…

After going through this series of procedures, even the knowledgeable village chief Li Huairen secretly gave a thumbs up and talked to Wang Daoxuan about it for a long time.

As for Li Yan, he was also busy running around while enduring the grief.

It seemed that only this could make him forget his sadness temporarily.

All my loved ones are gone, and I am left alone in this world.

He had experienced this kind of desolation once in his previous life, so even though life in this life was dull, he would stay in the village to accompany his grandfather.

On the seventh night, he even used his magical powers to keep watch all night, hoping to smell the familiar scent of his grandfather, but unfortunately he got nothing.

In this way, another month had passed since the funeral was completed in a daze.

…………

It is now the eighth month of the lunar calendar and the weather is starting to get cooler.

Rumble!
Accompanied by the muffled thunder of autumn, light rain fell.

"The ritual of building the temple costs a lot..."

Wang Daoxuan held a brush and wrote and drew, "Incense, candles, mounting paper, brushes, ink, and cinnabar... must be offered at the altar of the Xuanmen Great Sect for at least five years. Of course, we have to spend money to buy them."

"These disposable instruments are secondary. If we want to succeed, we have to borrow better instruments to suppress the altar, and we also have to find the best Feng Shui spiritual orifice."

"The more famous the mountains and rivers, the more blessed the caves and heavens, the stronger the innate energy gathered, and the greater the chance of success. I know the temple priest of the City God in Xianyang, and with his introduction, I can perform rituals at the Taoist temple in the caves and heavens of Mount Taibai, but I have to pay the money..."

As he said this, he gave a bitter smile, "I am a person of the Xuanmen Orthodox Way, and what I value is the accumulation of good deeds, but this step is a step to a higher level, and money is indispensable for every path."

Li Yan has a Daluo Dharma body and is no longer afraid of his spirit disappearing.

Wang Daoxuan didn't know this, so he was naturally worried about him.

Li Yan shook his head and said, "Master, don't worry. My magical powers are now stable. Take your time. Being impatient will only lead to bad things."

Wow!
Just then, the sound of a door being pushed open was heard outside the yard.

Shalifi came out from the wind and rain wearing a straw raincoat and a hat.

"Good, good, it's finally over..."

His face was filled with joy. He carelessly took off his raincoat and left it outside the door. Then he strode in and said with great joy, "I heard that Mr. Lu's concubine and Zhao Cheng suddenly sold all their land a few days ago. I heard that they also cheated several families out of their deposits. They have disappeared without a trace."

"I guess this matter is over!"

"It should be over..."

Wang Daoxuan pondered for a moment, and nodded, saying, "Swindling money when leaving means leaving no way out. Those people are probably far away from Guanzhong. Just be careful and everything will be fine."

No wonder they are so cautious.

Everyone in the underworld knows that the mastermind behind this is extremely powerful, as he is able to mobilize such a large force, with several big knife bandits in Guanzhong working for him.

Crushing them to death is no different from crushing ants.

"It's all over now."

Sharifi was excited. "I've been bored in this village. With your abilities and my connections, I can be successful."

"How about we go directly to Chang'an?"

The three of them have planned to do some business together and make a living from the Xuanmen business.

With the cooperation of Li Yan, Wang Daoxuan finally dared to take on some jobs.

Sharifei is thick-skinned and smooth-talking, and is familiar with all the rules of the underworld. He is most suitable for gathering information and taking on lucrative jobs.

Of course, Xuanmen’s meal is not that delicious.

Just like in the underworld, people will only come looking for you if you make a fuss.

"Chang'an?"

Wang Daoxuan laughed dumbly and said, "Do you know what Chang'an is? In the old Tang Dynasty, it was a place where all the Taoists in the world gathered, and there were many strange people. The Ye family master went to Chang'an alone and made a great reputation, which will be passed down through the ages."

"Even though the capital has moved north, Chang'an is still an important town of Xuanmen."

"There are countless powerful figures in the Xuanmen Orthodox Sect, the various state law lineages, and the left-handed evil sects. It is truly a place where crouching tigers and hidden dragons are everywhere. We are not qualified at all."

"Let's go to Xianyang."

Li Yan suddenly spoke, looking out the window with cold eyes.

"Master Wang's home is in Xianyang, and the ground is familiar."

"Besides, I have some things to clarify..."

…………

Xianyang, old street near City God Temple.

These shops dealing in incense, candles and wedding and funeral services are different from other businesses in that they wait for customers to come; no one goes out shouting on the street to attract customers.

“Selling coffins, selling coffins, buy a big one and get a small one for free…” Anyone who dares to shout like this will have his shop smashed that day.

Not only that, even the way you speak has its rules.

For example, if someone comes to buy a coffin, who should you ask who you are arranging it for?

Moreover, once someone orders a coffin, even if it is to be kept for a few years, it still needs to be kept safe by the customer. We cannot deliver it to the customer's door without the customer's notification.

There are also some taboos that cannot be violated casually.

Therefore, the business on this street is not so prosperous, especially during the past two days of continuous rain, so the familiar shopkeepers gathered together to play chess and chat.

"Hey, have you heard that Wang Laonian is back?"

"Isn't he dead?"

"No, I heard someone said he was out ordering a coffin, so I just happened to escape."

"This coward has shit luck."

"Not only that, I heard they got two more people, and they've been asking around these past two days, trying to get some business."

"Haha, just based on his two moves..."

The shopkeepers on the street were all mocking in their words.

They run related businesses and are considered semi-experts. They know a lot about esoteric trades and even have connections with some sorcerers.

If you help introduce transactions, you can also get a commission.

Of course they knew that Wang Daoxuan was a member of the Xuanmen sect, but the words they said when they mocked him were more unpleasant than the last.

It's not about any hatred, but the human heart.

Laughing at a down-and-out Xuanmen person would make them feel good and speak with more confidence.

A man passed by the door with an umbrella.

When he heard the conversation between several people, he just glanced at them coldly and ignored them.

The person who came was Li Yan.

It had been seven or eight days since they returned to Xianyang City. They simply cleaned up Wang Daoxuan's old house and started to gather information after settling down.

Unfortunately, Xuanmen’s business is not that easy to do.

When important people have problems, they usually go directly to Taixuan Orthodox Sect. Those who are not so important will also contact those disciples of the Dharma lineage who are gaining fame.

In many villages, there are also witches and sorcerers.

That is their territory. Unless they encounter problems that cannot be solved, they will not allow outsiders to interfere. If things go wrong, a fight will break out.

The fighting among the Xuanmen is no less bloody than that in the martial arts world.

The only difference is that it is rarely seen by ordinary people.

Li Yan was not in a hurry either. He hung out in teahouses and restaurants every day, one to find out who had problems, and the other to collect information about Zhou Pan of the Shenquan Society.

In Chang'an city, the brothel where my father died had been burned down.

The only clue now is Zhou Pan, who behaved suspiciously at the time.

But Zhou Pan is not that easy to deal with.

Not only has this old monkey's kung fu reached the level of Hua Jin, he also has connections with both the black and white worlds in Xianyang City. He has a large group of disciples under him, and the thugs on the street all obey his orders.

If you want to force someone to tell you something, you have to find the right time.

While he was deep in thought, Li Yan had returned to the Taoist Hall.

"Business is coming!"

Before I even entered the door, I saw Sharifei running hurriedly down the street.

Back in the courtyard, facing the gazes of the two, Sharifi said with a smug look on his face: "Well, it's still me, Sharifi, who has to take action!"

"There is a troupe from Huayin that plans to set up a stage and poles in Xianyang City. There is a person in the troupe who happens to be familiar with me. They have something they want to ask someone from Xuanmen for help."

Li Yan's eyes lit up, "Shadow puppet troupe?"

Most of the bands in Huayin sing the old tune.

Although Laoqiang and Qinqiang both come from Guanzhong, they are not the same thing.

Qinqiang originated from Xifu, while Laoqiang originated from Dongfu. One belongs to traditional opera, while the other belongs to shadow play.

He had seen it once in Lantian County and it was quite interesting.

"Yes."

Sharifi nodded with great joy and said, "This job may not pay much, but as you know, the troupe is made up of people from the Liu family. If we get the job done, won't we gain fame?"

Wang Daoxuan stroked his beard and said, "That's good. What are they going to do?"

Sharifei chuckled and said, "I heard that he wanted to act dirty and ask the gods for help."

After Wang Daoxuan heard this, his expression suddenly changed.
"You can't take this job!"

(End of this chapter)