Fairy, I really am a villain!

"Hahaha, Master Canglang has such a low alcohol tolerance? Here." Fang Xiwen was prepared and poured him a cup of tea and handed it to him.

People who drink less alcohol will have similar reactions and would be reluctant to drink in big gulps right from the start.

"I don't drink much normally," Jiang Xizhi put down the teacup and said without hesitation, "There's no one to drink with me."

"So I'm here."

"what…"

"Okay, stop drinking alone, tell me what happened and see if I can help you." Seeing him drinking with his eyes slightly red, Fang Xiwen was a little dazed and cursed, "Shaolin is really a piece of shit, sending such a bully here."

I still remember when I first met him, Jiang Xizhi was still a handsome young man, full of energy. He was highly regarded at home and had a great time wandering around the city.

As a result, something happened to the Jiang family. The old patriarch passed the heavy burden to him before his death. Jiang Xizhi had a rough journey since then. When he saw him again now, he seemed to have aged ten years.

...If I go to the capital of gods, will I be the same as him?

"I'm sorry. You came all the way here, but I'm like this..." Jiang Xizhi's face was bare, and his eyes showed some guilt.

"Come on, I was already drunk like this when Zhou Shancheng sent me off, and now you can't bring yourself to do that. Tell me what happened."

Seeing that he really didn't care at all, Jiang Xizhi finally relaxed and started talking.

Half a month had passed since Master Xuan Ku's death. The identification of fatal injuries was the responsibility of the Six Gates' constables. With their knowledge of the Heaven, Earth and Human Rankings and their understanding of martial arts in the world, I think they would not make mistakes.

However, the most strange thing about this matter is that Master Xuan Ku died in the Qiling Temple where he stayed - an ordinary guest room with nothing special about its location, except for a bamboo forest outside the window.

He was the only one who died, while the monks around him were unharmed. Now these monks have been properly accommodated, and the temple has been sealed with six doors, making it impossible to enter.

"After the incident, I went everywhere to look for people who had met and interacted with the master, but I found nothing." Jiang Xizhi took another sip of wine, his eyes red, "He was just a monk who practiced Buddhism and had no desires. At most, he discussed Taoism with other monks. Why would the Blood Robe Cult target such a person!"

There was a creaking sound and the entire wine jug was cracked and almost broke. Fortunately, Fang Xiwen reacted quickly and snatched it away.

He could see that his friend was truly suffering.

It has not even been a year since he lost his father, and there are a lot of miscellaneous matters at home. Maybe someone will take the opportunity to compete with him for the family property. He finally came out to travel, but ended up running into this kind of bad thing. He was treated as a madman from the Blood-Clothed Cult and was treated coldly in every way.

"Okay, if you can understand them, you're not far from becoming a madman," Fang Xiwen put the wine pot away and said in a gentle voice, "Zhenrong has to take action now, and I will help. Don't be so impatient."

"Kindness without saying thanks."

Although Fang Xiwen himself doesn't like drinking, he has to admit that this thing is really useful sometimes.

After drinking silently for a while, Jiang Xizhi gradually calmed down, used his internal strength, and his eyes became clear. He asked, "Xiwen, do you think that was really the Formless Tribulation Finger?"

"Probably not. Zhen Rong wouldn't turn hostile over such a thing. His main goal is to learn from each other. Even if he really investigates the case, it won't be solved in two or three days. It's not worth it to ruin his character and reputation for this."

"Yes, how could it be so coincidental that a Nine Apertures master was present and a strong wind was ejected at that very moment?"

"hiss--"

After his reminder, Fang Xiwen suddenly fell silent.

Because he cared too much about his friend, he temporarily ignored what happened just now - this move directly forced Zhenrong to cooperate, and also helped Jiang Xizhi to overturn the case, which came at the right time.

Among the people he knows, Luo Ting should be able to do it if he has this insight, this reaction, and this ability.

Yes, when he went in, he deliberately pushed himself to the front, probably because he was afraid that I would not be able to stop him in time.

So where is he now?

Suddenly, Fang Xiwen had a bad feeling in his heart, as if there was a huge rock pressing down on him.

He asked Jiang Xizhi to wait in the store and rushed to the inn where he planned to stay overnight, only to find that the place was already empty and the innkeeper said that they had not yet completed the check-in procedures.

Fang Xiwen finally understood.

The brothers of Longxing Escort Agency have been working with Luo Ting for several years, and they can tell whether they really want to unload the goods with just a glance.

I guess when he was defending Jiang Xizhi, Luo Ting had already left with his men.

'There are very few people who can drink with me, and I can't get involved in many trivial matters.'

He stood there and looked into the distance, as if he could see a group of people drinking and chatting, a bonfire at night, a small stove warming the wine, their hooves stepping on the yellow sand, and their figures gradually disappearing into the horizon.

Chapter 152 Another monster?

The next day.

Fang Xiwen didn't sleep much that night, and went to look for Jiang Xizhi early in the morning. The two of them came to the door of the Six Gates headquarters together.

The constable guarding the gate was a lazy man with small eyes. When he saw that the visitors were two young men, he looked quite disdainful - especially Jiang Xizhi, who was an old acquaintance.

This person had come to the Six Gates many times, and each time he urged for further investigation, but each time he was rejected. This result was also reasonable.

They don't dare to offend the local sects, they don't dare to provoke the noble families, but what is your small Jiang family? Isn't Master Zhenrong anxious even though he hasn't seen anyone?

The constable's face was still full of joy, but the next second his head was pressed on the table.

Boom!

"Look, what is this?" The constable's skills were very ordinary, and he didn't see clearly the movement of Fang Xiwen to grab it.

The latter pressed the back of his head, and from his other hand fell an official seal, which was shining brightly and had a green line on it.

"Qing, Qingshou Agent!"

The constable's expression changed like turning the pages of a book. He exclaimed in surprise. The displeasure of being subdued on his face easily disappeared, and a respectful smile immediately appeared on the corner of his mouth. "So it's the spy, my humble servant..."

"Heh, ordinary people get cold feet when they want to get things done, but they kneel down as fast as an eye when they see an official seal, right?" Fang Xiwen said sarcastically, but he also knew that the problem was not just with him, so he didn't make it difficult for him and let him lead the two of them into the Six Gates.

Although Jiang Xizhi felt quite happy with this move, he still vaguely felt that something was wrong.

Logically speaking, a friend would not use such a rough method, even if it was to vent his anger, it shouldn't be done...

With some doubts, the two men walked to the small room where the files were stored. The constable asked them to wait there until someone in charge could come.

The two of them came here to get permission to investigate the scene and obtain relevant information.

The Shaolin Temple's reputation is very valuable. If they are willing to let the Six Gates intervene in this case, the latter will have to treat it with great care.

Today, the Qiling Temple is still sealed, and it consumes a lot of manpower and resources to guard it. Only Zhenrong has the authority to go in and inspect the scene, but this person ignored it.

After yesterday's beating, Zhen Rong had no choice but to cooperate with the investigation and gave them a string of Buddhist beads as a token of trust. Now, as long as they see the local head of the police, they can go to check the scene.

Not long after, a burly man in official uniform came in. When they saw Fang Xiwen, they were both stunned. This was Captain Sun, whom they met in Xingping City, who was in charge of the handover of Xinggong.

"Oh, Captain Sun, have you been promoted?" he greeted politely.

"Thanks to the Third Young Master, I know what happened. Let's go up the mountain now."

Just like before, Captain Sun was efficient in his work. Without any further delay, he immediately ordered his men to set off. A group of five or six people left Baihua Manor and went straight to Qiling Temple.

On the way, the three of them discussed the case as they walked.

When Fang Xiwen asked why he was transferred to take charge of this matter, Captain Sun hesitated for a moment and smiled bitterly:

"Third Young Master, this matter is very sinister. Not counting me, there have been three captains of police. Logically, the parties involved are not in a hurry. We in the Six Gates are the best at handling this kind of thing - just drag it out." At this point, the burly man's cheeks were a little red, and Jiang Xizhi also sneered. The former continued: "They all submitted their resignations on their own, claiming that they were incompetent and had no face to do the job anymore."

"Why would you resign from a job that pays you for doing nothing?"

"I don't know. When I first took office, I thought this was Mr. Jiang's operation, and I was prepared to deal with it..."

"I haven't done that kind of thing." Jiang Xizhi suppressed his anger and said lightly.

"Oh, you think they were killed by Xizhi because they were passive in investigating the case."

"That's right." Captain Sun nodded. His attitude was quite cooperative, and it was also fortunate that the man in front of him was the third son of the Fang family, who was both capable and an acquaintance.

Otherwise, if someone else comes, even with Zhenrong's permission, he will have to practice a few rounds of Tai Chi and put the responsibility aside, so as not to cause the Shaolin Temple to blame if he does not do it well.

Qiling Temple is located on the mountain east of Baihua Village.

Now it is early morning, the rain has just stopped, and a group of people walk to the mountainside and can see colorful camellia flowers. This tea is called "Yunhua". Many literati and poets climb these hundreds of steps just to have a sip of it.

A few people climbed up the stairs, and when they reached the top, the view in front of them suddenly opened up. A magnificent temple appeared in front of them, with yellow lacquer, red pillars, flying eaves and pointed corners, giving a feeling of quietness and loneliness.

After listening to Captain Sun's words, Fang Xiwen had been pondering, and only then did he slowly speak: "According to what you said, Old Sun, the person who intervened wanted to replace a captain with strong action ability and was willing to solve the case quickly.

Xizhi, that sounds like something you would do."

"It does look like it."

"But the key to this matter lies with Zhenrong. Changing the head of the police will not be effective. It can be assumed that the other party has a strong interference with the Six Gates, but cannot put pressure on Shaolin Temple... It should be a noble family." He made a conclusion.

After hearing this, both of them thought about it and agreed with this judgment. Captain Sun praised "the third young master is quick-witted", but received no response.

At this time, a red-clad constable guarding the gate came forward to inquire, and when he saw that the visitor was his immediate superior, he said nothing and simply made way.

"Where was Master Xuan Ku killed?" As the group stepped into the hall, Fang Xiwen looked around and asked.

In his opinion, this was just a very ordinary temple. The statue of Sakyamuni was enshrined in the hall. The cushion underneath was pressed very thin and had many traces of kneeling.

It seems that this place was quite popular before the accident, so it was normal for monks to choose to stay here.

"It's in the east guest room. Please follow me." Captain Sun is a responsible person. When he first took office, he read the files over and over again and made sufficient preparations. Now he knows everything by heart.

The east room was connected to several other rooms, all of which were guest rooms, and outside the window was a bamboo forest. The door of one of the rooms was sealed with a seal, so Captain Sun quickly stepped forward to remove it and gently pushed the door open.

As soon as everyone stepped into the room, before they had time to take a closer look, a strong odor wafted over - it was the smell of blood mixed with the stench of a corpse.

The tables and chairs in the room were neatly arranged, but they were covered with dust because they had not been used for some time.

There was a shocking dark red color on the wall beside the bed, as if it had been splashed with paint, and its shape was very hideous.

There was no bedding on the bed, and Master Xuan Ku's body had been taken away long ago. Shaolin Kung Fu was special, and the body would automatically disintegrate seven days after death, and all the cultivation would turn into relics.

"Such a strong smell of blood evil." Fang Xiwen was originally very sensitive to blood evil. Now that he was in such a high concentration, he felt that his nose was about to break.

Without much hesitation, he quickly walked to the bed, leaned over and sniffed carefully, his face changed slightly.

In addition to the smell of blood and corpses... there is another smell, a smell that is hard to forget once you have smelled it.

Looking back, Fang Xiwen used his back to block the two people. A Blood God Stone slipped off his sleeve, and he used a secret method to absorb the remaining bloody evil energy. Soon the air in the room became fresher.

"Third Young Master, what kind of method is this?" Captain Sun was very surprised and stepped forward quickly.

"Shh." Fang Xiwen raised his index finger, squatted down, held the bed board with both hands, and lifted it up with force!

call!

A light breeze blew, and now that the bloody aura had dissipated, the hidden smell was now exposed. Fang Xiwen lay under the bed and sniffed for a while, then stood up and cursed, "Damn it, it's really a demonic aura."

""Evil spirit?!""

The two were startled and quickly followed suit. After smelling it, Captain Sun's face suddenly became extremely bad. "It smells like musk and body odor... It's really evil!"