Wild cultivation begins with wielding the Taiyin talisman.

Chapter 98: A Buddha in a Dilapidated Temple

Lin Ye raised an eyebrow: "Only 30%? You guys eat meat and spit out some soup residue, you're quite health-conscious."

Shi Chongshan ignored him and only looked at Ning Che.

"Shi Mingxuan has been handed over to the police for questioning. Shi Mingxin has been ordered by the Shi family to assist in his arrest. If he returns to Feihu, I will personally bind him."

Ning Che asked, "What about the Rat Swamp?"

Shi Chongshan remained silent.

Ning Che said, "If the Shi family only recognizes land and not fate, then this is not the end of the matter."

The atmosphere tensed up again, and angry glares fell on Ning Che: "Kid, don't push your luck!"

"Old man, don't try to act tough just because you're old!" Lin Ye said bluntly, which made the old man's wrinkles open with anger, revealing his pale skin underneath.

Shi Chongshan's gaze fell on Chen Mu's waist tag.

The waist tag was hanging on Zhao He's waist, its iron surface worn smooth.

Shi Chongshan looked at it for a long time before finally saying, "The Shi family will each pay 500,000 coins to the mountain guards who died in the rat swamp, and Chen Mu will pay 1 million coins."

Zhao He suddenly looked up, but his face showed no joy: "My brother's life cannot be bought with money."

Shi Chongshan said, "I know."

He raised his hand and slowly bowed towards Chen Mu's waist tag.

All the Shi family members in the courtyard were stunned.

Shi Chongshan said, "The Shi family has not managed its household properly, which has led to clansmen harming the people and implicating the mountain guards to die unjustly. I will give this gift to the deceased."

Zhao He's eyes immediately reddened.

He gripped the knife, saying nothing.

Ning Che did not stop him.

This bow is not enough to repay a life.

But that was enough to make the Shi family bow down.

When a century-old family bows its head, Feihu City will know that the old rules have been broken.

Han Qingluan immediately instructed her clerk to draft a document.

Return the medicinal herb field.

The drug tax has been discontinued.

Compensation will be provided to the drug users.

Hand over Shi Mingxuan.

To assist in the capture of Shi Mingxin.

When Shi Chongshan pressed his handprint, many members of the Shi family in the courtyard lowered their heads.

They are not ashamed.

It's heartbreaking.

Lin Ye leaned closer to Ning Che and whispered, "I thought you were going to tear down the Shi family's house."

Ning Che said, "I only have one hand left, so I can't dismantle it quickly."

Lin Ye choked for a moment: "That's a pretty lame joke."

"It's not a joke."

Ning Che looked at the document.

"First, cut off their hands that are reaching into the medicinal herb field."

"Take your time with the rest."

Han Qingluan put away the documents and looked at Shi Chongshan: "Where is Shi Mingxuan?"

Shi Chongshan said to the steward behind him, "Bring him out."

The manager bowed his head and retreated.

Before long, Shi Mingxuan was helped out by two guards.

His face was pale, his forearm was wrapped in cloth, and his knees were still stiff. When he saw Ning Che, he almost couldn't suppress the hatred in his eyes.

Han Qingluan waved her hand.

The constables stepped forward and put on a chain.

Shi Mingxuan angrily shouted, "Grandfather!"

Shi Chongshan didn't look at him.

Shi Mingxuan panicked: "Grandfather, I am the direct grandson of the Shi family!"

Shi Chongshan finally turned his head.

"So you should know even more that the Shi family's reputation isn't something you can tarnish like this."

The chain is fastened.

Shi Mingxuan was still shouting as he was being dragged away.

"Ning Che! Don't be so smug! Shi Mingxin has escaped, and you can't find anything! You can't find anything about the Rat Swamp!"

Ning Che looked at him.

"Thanks for reminding me."

Shi Mingxuan's voice faltered.

Ning Che turned to look at Han Qingluan: "He just said that Shi Mingxin ran away, not that he went missing."

Han Qingluan's eyes turned cold.

Shi Chongshan's face also darkened.

Ning Che walked up to Shi Mingxuan, bent down, and asked, "Who told you he ran away?"

Shi Mingxuan shut his mouth tightly.

Ning Che smiled and said, "No rush. The police should be able to ask me more questions than I am."

Han Qingluan said, "Indeed."

Shi Mingxuan's face paled slightly.

Just then, a constable rushed into the mansion, holding a sealed letter in mud.

"Chief Constable Han! Urgent report from the South Gate!"

"Shi Mingxin has been found!"

Everyone turned their heads at the same time.

The constable was panting, his voice strained.

"The person is in a dilapidated temple ten miles outside the city."

"He's dead."

"Next to the body, there was a token belonging to the mountain guardian."

The air in front of the old Shi family warehouse suddenly became heavy after the constable finished speaking.

Shi Mingxin is dead.

Beside the body was the token of the mountain guard camp.

These two things together look more like a knife than a knife itself.

Zhao, the squad leader, spoke first: "Since the mountain guard camp is involved, then the mountain guard camp should take over."

Han Qingluan looked at him: "If a person dies outside the city, the case falls to the police station."

Zhao, the squad leader, said, "The token belongs to the mountain guard camp."

Han Qingluan said, "It's not a corpse."

Lin Ye chuckled from the side: "Chief Zhao, are you in such a hurry to identify the body?"

Zhao Bantou's face darkened: "Lin Ye, stop talking nonsense."

Ning Che didn't speak, but only glanced at Shi Mingxuan.

Shi Mingxuan, who was trembling just now, has now shut his mouth tightly.

This person is not smart, but he is afraid of death.

People who are afraid of death often know a lot.

Ning Che said, "Let's go to the dilapidated temple."

Han Qingluan nodded and immediately selected six constables.

Shi Bingzhu was about to follow. Shi Chongshan, leaning on his cane, finally spoke: "Bingzhu, you stay."

Shi Bingzhu turned around: "What is the patriarch afraid I'll see?"

Shi Chongshan did not answer.

Shi Bingzhu picked up the iron mace: "Then I must go even more."

The group left the Stone Mansion.

The common people wanted to follow, but the constables stopped them. A man selling steamed buns pushed his cart, calling out, "Lord Ning, come back and eat something hot! Investigating cases takes a lot of brainpower; if you're hungry, you'll easily be tricked by bad guys!"

Lin Ye turned around: "Leave me ten!"

"You've been cursing the Shi family so loudly, I'll leave you twelve!"

The tense atmosphere in front of the Shi family's gate was somehow lifted by these two sentences.

Zhao He couldn't laugh.

Chen Mu's waist tag was still hanging on his body, gently bumping against the scabbard as he took a horse stance.

A dilapidated temple ten miles outside the city, beside the old road of the South Canal.

The temple was small, half of its roof had collapsed, and weeds grew at the entrance. Constables had already surrounded the area, and two coroners were squatting in front of the Buddha statue examining the body.

Shi Mingxin collapsed under the Buddha statue.

The portrait didn't lie.

He wore gray clothes, carried a short sword, and had a mole on his left cheek.

However, there was a bloodstain next to that mole.

Han Qingluan approached: "How did you die?"

The coroner replied, "A single blow to the throat. The blade was very steady; it was a right-handed knife with a narrow blade, like the standard short knife of the mountain garrison."

Zhao, the squad leader, immediately said, "There are many short swords in the camp; we can't judge someone based on that."

Ning Che squatted down and looked at the corpse's hand.

Shi Mingxin held mud in his right hand, and there was a bit of sawdust under his left fingernail.

What did he grab before he died?

Ning Che looked up at the Buddha statue.

There is a new scratch on the belly of the Buddha statue.

He stood up, pressed the hilt of the Crescent Moon Blade with his left hand, and pried the tip of the blade into the crevice with a gentle motion.

Click.

A small piece of mud peeled off the Buddha statue's abdomen.

Hidden inside was a roll of oil paper.

Zhao Bantou's face finally changed.

soon.