Turbid World: Martial Arts Master of the Republic of China Era, I Cultivate Immortality!

The main entrance of the Taoist temple.

"Master Qin and his two disciples were ambushed last night, and his eldest disciple, Wang Yu, is dead. You are currently the prime suspect, so please come with me!"

Qian Mu, who looked to be in his early thirties, with a meticulously trimmed mustache and dressed in a police uniform, spoke to Zhao Zheng.

Zhao Zheng frowned slightly as he looked at the half-Iron Forest constable in front of him, whose tone was neither good nor bad, and asked.

"When did Master Qin's disciple die?"

"Around six or seven o'clock in the evening, I'm not too sure. Okay, come with me." Qian Mu said.

"At that time, I was chanting scriptures and doing evening prayers in the Taoist temple. If you don't believe me, you can ask them!" Zhao Zheng pointed to the neighbors who were watching the commotion.

"Yes, Officer Qian, Ah Zheng was chanting sutras at the Taoist temple at that time, I could hear his voice!"

"Yes, yes, Officer Qian, you must be mistaken. Ah Zheng isn't the kind of person who would kill someone!"

"That's right, Officer Qian, you can't wrong an innocent person. Ah Zheng doesn't look like the kind of person who would cause trouble..."

The neighbors chimed in, and Qian Mu's face showed helplessness: "I'm just following the rules. Master Qin has already reported the case to the police station. Master Zhao, I'd like to trouble you to come with me."

Then he added, "Master Zhao, please rest assured, with these witnesses here, you will be fine. If you are really worried, we will take the witnesses with us."

"OK!"

Zhao Zheng was waiting for this sentence. He then changed his Taoist robe into a black mandarin jacket and closed and locked the doors and windows of the Taoist temple.

He and two neighbors who volunteered to be witnesses rode in a rickshaw to the police station with half of the Iron Forest police.

The police station was not far, but it was not close either. It was located on the edge of the concession, directly east of Anping County.

Because of limited space, the two neighbors shared a rickshaw; Zhao Zheng and Qian Mu rode in one rickshaw.

"I haven't had breakfast yet!"

Sitting in the rickshaw, Zhao Zheng looked at the steamed bun stalls on the roadside ahead and spoke to Qian Mu beside him.

"...If you want to eat, you can ask the driver to stop and buy some breakfast to take with you. It'll be a while before you get to the police station anyway."

Qian Mu's lips twitched as he spoke, "To be honest, I think this Taoist priest Zhao is quite straightforward."

Thank you.

Seeing that Qian Mu was easy to talk to, Zhao Zheng politely said something. He stopped two rickshaws, got off, went to a steamed bun shop, bought four servings of meat buns, gave one to each of the two neighbors who were witnessing, and gave one to Qian Mu.

Qian Mu didn't stand on ceremony, or rather, the police officers of this era didn't stand on ceremony at all. He took the three meat buns that Zhao Zheng handed him and ate them without any politeness.

As the rickshaw was pulled up by the driver and headed towards the police station, he ate a meat bun while curiously watching Zhao Zhengdao.

"You really didn't kill him?"

"no!"

Zhao Zheng shook his head and said that he did not pray for the Heavenly Venerable of Boundless Blessings in his heart, because he was not lying and he really did not kill the person.

Although he struck Master Qin with a club, he was actually very careful and only inflicted superficial wounds.

The three of them, including Master Qin, didn't suffer any serious injuries. Of course, he didn't deny that he hit Master Qin's head a bit too hard the first time. Well, young people have a short temper, after all.

However, he didn't hit Master Qin's two disciples with such force when he did it. And don't forget that he also has the insightful eyes that can see whether a person's life force is dying. He made sure that Master Qin and his disciples were alright before he left!

He did this because he really didn't want to kill or harm anyone. He only did it out of necessity; he was forced into it.

As for the death of Qin Daoist's eldest disciple, Wang Yu, he felt that either someone had deliberately framed him, or Qin Daoist's enemies had just happened to come knocking after he left.

Zhao Zheng believed the former more than the other one!

Thinking it over, Zhao Zheng shared his guess, and Qian Mu's brows furrowed slightly as he asked, "So, according to you, someone secretly framed you for Wang Yu's death?"

"Definitely."

Zhao Zheng nodded, finished the last bun in the oil paper, and instead of throwing the paper away, he folded it neatly and put it in his pocket.

Qian Mu looked at Zhao Zheng's habit of not littering with a strange expression, then carefully examined the material of Zhao Zheng's clothes. He smiled more gently and said, "Don't worry, you have so many witnesses, nothing will happen..."

He paused, glanced back at the rickshaw behind him, and whispered, "Let me tell you the truth, that Master Qin didn't pay any money, so you can rest assured!"

"..."

Zhao Zheng's lips twitched twice. He had thought that the police station would be dark, but he never imagined that it would be even darker than he thought.

"What's wrong? Do you suddenly feel that the police station isn't as fair as you imagined?" Qian Mu said with a smile, looking at Zhao Zheng's expression, but he paused before uttering the word "fair."

"No, I just found the police station to be much darker than I imagined..." Zhao Zheng shook his head and replied.

"The old Da Chen government office was much darker than this police station. You just haven't seen it. If you had, you wouldn't say the police station is so dark..."

Upon hearing this, Qian Mu laughed and said that he was not making this up, but because the police station he worked for was backed by not just one foreign power, but by several national powers.

Under the influence of several countries, the police station seemed less corrupt than the government offices in Anping County that he had seen.

Of course, they are pretty much the same, and the difference is not that big. One is black, and the other is an even blacker black.

Seeing Zhao Zheng remain silent, Qian Mu changed the subject and asked curiously, "Master Zhao, can you really predict the future?"

This reminded him of what the neighbors had said: Zhao Zheng had predicted yesterday that Master Qin would suffer a bloody disaster that night, and indeed, Master Qin was knocked unconscious that night.

"I know a little bit!"

"Then you can calculate mine... No, it's better not to. What if you get something bad?"

Qian Mu shook his head in refusal, and Zhao Zheng nodded, saying, "Indeed, if you foresee something bad, it will feel really bad!"

"Can you tell your own fortune?"

Qian Mu asked curiously, then looked at Zhao Zheng with a smile, "Did you expect to be in the police station's interrogation room today?"

"I haven't had my fortune told yet!"

As Zhao Zheng spoke, he stretched out his left hand and began to use the Little Six Ren divination method. After he stopped the divination, he heard Qian Mu say.

"What have you figured out?"

"I predicted that Master Qin would die tonight!"

Zhao Zheng frowned as he spoke, glancing at Qian Mu with a furrowed brow. Qian Mu frowned as well, about to speak, when the coachman announced, "Gentlemen, we've arrived at the police station!"

"Um."

Zhao Zheng responded, looked away, got off the car, took out his money and paid the fare for the two rickshaws. Qian Mu saw this and gave him some instructions.

"Don't be afraid, just tell the truth..."

He wasn't saying this to Zhao Zheng, but to two neighbors who had come to help as witnesses.

"I understand, I understand..."

The two neighbors nodded in understanding, and Qian Mu, seeing this, said, "Come with me," and took the lead towards the gate of the police station.

Zhao Zheng looked curiously at the police station building in front of him, which had four floors and covered an area of ​​at least three or four thousand square meters.

Just as Zhao Zheng followed Qian Mu into the police station, wondering if he would see any foreigners, he found that there wasn't a single foreigner in the station.

There were only Chinese police officers leaving get off work with dark circles under their eyes and those just arriving for work. Qian Mu seemed to have guessed Zhao Zheng's thoughts and pointed to the clock on the wall.

"It's not even their workday yet!"

Qian Mu's tone carried a hint of displeasure. Zhao Zheng nodded to show that he understood, since at this time, the status of Chinese police officers was rather low, and it wasn't just the low salary.

At that time, the salaries of Chinese police officers were only a quarter or less than a third of those of the foreign officers.

In addition to low wages, Chinese police officers have virtually no chance of promotion and can only remain as low-ranking officers.

Police officers do things like summoning suspects, translating, and interrogating, but even so, many people still dream of becoming police officers.

Firstly, although the wages were relatively low compared to those foreigners, they were still quite high for ordinary people. There were also other factors, but I won't go into detail.

"Ah Lin, this is Master Zhao. Take them to get their statements!" Qian Mu handed Zhao Zheng and the other two over to the three police officers.

The questioning process was very simple, there was nothing to say, it was just a simple formality, and the process was so perfunctory that Zhao Zheng felt that if he had spent some money back then, maybe... no, not maybe, but definitely he wouldn't have had to come.

After completing the formalities, Zhao Zheng did not go to find Officer Qian Mu, but instead led the two neighbors directly to the outside of the police station.

After thanking the two neighbors, helping them call a rickshaw and paying for it, he watched them leave.

After doing all this, Zhao Zheng did not leave, but stood at the entrance of the police station to wait. After a while, with a cold snort and a gust of wind from a fist, he dodged to the side and saw the people he was waiting for, namely Master Qin and his apprentice.

Ignoring the bruised and battered state of Master Qin and his disciple, Zhao Zheng said directly, "Master Qin, I didn't kill your eldest disciple."

"snort!"

Master Qin snorted coldly, his remaining single eye glaring fiercely and gloomily at Zhao Zheng. His disciple beside him was furious and about to charge at Zhao Zheng with a fist raised, but Master Qin stopped him in front of Zhao Zheng's surprised eyes.

"Nephew, you cast a divination for me yesterday, and I'll cast one for you today..." Master Qin said with a gloomy expression.

"Oh, what did Uncle Qin calculate?"

Zhao Zheng called out "Master Uncle," and Master Qin sneered, "What did I foresee? Of course, I foresaw that you wouldn't live past tomorrow!"

Zhao Zheng didn't reply, but just nodded, frowning as he looked at the frustrated expression on Master Qin's second disciple's face, which showed nothing but anger.

"I understand. See you tonight."

"snort!"

Master Qin snorted coldly and left with his disciple, limping away. Just then, Qian Mu walked out of the police station.

"Were you actually the one who killed him tonight?"

"It's me, yet it's not me!"

Zhao Zheng nodded and then shook his head, looking at Master Qin and his apprentice who had gotten into the rickshaw with a hint of incomprehension in his eyes.

"The person who killed Master Qin is actually the same person who killed Wang Yu!" Zhao Zheng said something that seemed to be a dig at himself.

Qian Mu was silent for a moment, then frowned uncertainly and said, "Is someone forcing him to fight you to the death, to determine who is superior?"

As he spoke, a look of incomprehension appeared in his eyes as he looked at Zhao Zheng: "Logically speaking, he actually knew that you weren't the one who killed his eldest disciple, right? Then he..."

Qian Mu didn't continue speaking because he understood, he figured it out, but he looked at Zhao Zheng with some uncertainty.

Zhao Zheng nodded: "You guessed right. Master Qin has no choice now, because everyone thinks I killed his disciple. If he wants to stay in Anping County, then... he has no choice but to kill me to avenge his disciple and wipe away his shame!"

He paused, looked into Qian Mu's eyes, and asked, "Officer Qian, you said that Daoist Qin didn't spend any money at the police station, but I suspect someone else did, right?"

Although the strength of cultivators is not as easily classified as that of martial artists, it is not something the police should interfere with.

Also, the police station generally doesn't care about things outside the concession, even if... someone actually goes to the police station to report a case!

"Brother Zhao, what do you mean by this?"

Qian Mu changed his form of address with a puzzled look. This was almost as if to say, "You guessed right." Zhao Zheng didn't press further. He simply clasped his hands in farewell and turned to leave.

As they walked, Zhao Zheng turned around and smiled at Qian Mu, saying, "Oh, right, I forgot to tell you in the car earlier, Master Qin will die tonight, but he still has a glimmer of hope!"

Qian Mu didn't say anything, but simply kicked the brown paper he'd used to wrap meat buns at Zhao Zheng: "Take your trash with you!"

After saying that, Qian Mu walked into the police station with a big smile. Zhao Zheng raised an eyebrow, picked up the crumpled piece of brown paper, and put it in his pocket.