Great Song catcher

Chapter 37
three days later.

The hyperactive dragon poison in Guan Jiugong's body exploded, and his meridians were broken inch by inch.

Fortunately, Wen Changrui, a sage master, was by his side, so he didn't suffer from the pain of a broken meridian, but passed away relatively peacefully.

This time, Guan Jiugong and Yu Wanao were brutally murdered by members of the White Lotus Sect. This incident caused a lot of waves in the world.

There were also a lot of people from Wulin who came to express their condolences. Even the local government and the Six Gates sent special personnel to pay their respects.

But what impressed Nie Feng the most was an old monk in white robes.

He is about eighty years old, with a long beard on his chest. Although he is a monk and an outsider, the evil spirit exuding from his body makes people extremely frightened and discouraged.

But many famous martial arts figures present were very respectful to him.

Later, when everyone called him, Nie Feng knew who this old monk was.

It turned out that he was the head of the Law Enforcement Hall of the White Horse Temple in Luoyang, Guan Jiugong's fellow disciple.

Zen Master Du Yuan!

No wonder the evil spirit on the body is so heavy.

The Law Enforcement Hall of the White Horse Temple, like the Discipline Academy of the Shaolin Temple, is an institution that supervises internal disciples and enforces the laws of the temple.

The authority in the temple is second only to the abbot.

If a disciple breaks the precepts and flees abroad, or if the martial arts in the sect is stolen, the monks in the Law Enforcement Hall will hunt them down.

Once caught, at least his limbs will be broken and his martial arts will be abolished, and at worst he will be killed on the spot.

Therefore, every monk selected into the Law Enforcement Hall has a strong cultivation base and a Buddha heart that cannot be shaken by external forces.

At least one must be a master of the innate extreme state, and most of the kung fu cultivated are those martial arts that are good at killing.

Although the minds of Buddhist disciples are firm, but if they were not influenced by the Buddhist teachings, those disciples with weaker minds would have already been attacked by evil spirits and fell into the devil's way.

While Nie Feng was thinking, Zen Master Du Yuan and Fang Sihai had come to him.

Zen Master Du Yuan clasped his hands together to Nie Feng, and gave a slight salute: "Amitabha, thank you little benefactor on the boat for your righteous action, which saved my disciple's life!"

"Master is too polite."

Nie Feng hurriedly stood up and returned a salute, saying: "This is a matter of duty. As a policeman of the Six Doors, how can I sit idly by when treacherous people make things difficult for Chief Escort Fang?"

"The old monk deeply admires the little benefactor for his heroism and courage. If there is a chance in the future, I will ask the little benefactor to condescend to the White Horse Temple."

"If there is a chance, the junior will definitely come to greet the master!"

"At that time, the old monk will sweep the couch to welcome him!"

Zen Master Du Yuan nodded, chanted the Buddha's name, then turned and walked into the hall.

Looking at the back of Zen Master Du Yuan going away, Nie Feng breathed a sigh of relief. The cultivation of this old monk is too terrifying.

Just standing in front of him gave him a kind of oppression like a mountain. He even doubted that Zen Master Du Yuan's cultivation had surpassed the congenital realm and became a master of the divine realm.

But this time he and the White Horse Temple can be considered to have formed a good relationship, maybe at some point, this relationship will be used.

A few days later, Guan Jiugong and Yu Wanao were buried, and the people who came to express their condolences also left one after another.

Only Jun Qianli and his three brothers were left, and some monks from the White Horse Temple.

In terms of seniority, they should all be Guan Jiugong's nephews. Under the instructions of Zen Master Du Yuan, they stayed here to save Guan Jiugong and Yu Wanao.

Before leaving, Nie Feng went to the government office again, preparing to bid farewell to Gao Song. This time the promotion assessment task has been completed, and he has to go back in time to report.

Some things have dragged on for too long, and there should be a break.

But when he came to the yamen, the master told him that Gao Song received an impromptu order yesterday and went to Jinling overnight, and it was said that there were traces of the White Lotus Sect there.

Helpless, Nie Feng could only leave a letter for his master to deliver after he came back.

…………

dusk.

The official road leading to Youzhou.

Nie Feng walked forward leisurely and contentedly. Only ten days had passed since the one-month assessment period, and he had plenty of time left, so there was no need to hurry.

Soon, a small town named "Qingyang" appeared in front of Nie Feng.

Walking into the town, Nie Feng was a little surprised.

Small but complete.

There are restaurants, brothels, inns, and gambling houses here.

"Yo, guest officer, please come inside."

Walking to an inn, the waiter warmly welcomed Nie Feng into the inn, dusted the table deftly, and then asked with a smile: "Guest officer, are you staying at the top or staying at the inn?"

"Stay at the hotel."

Nie Feng took out a piece of silver and said, "Give me a good guest room."

"Will you have dinner in the hall, or should I bring it to you?"

"Send it to my room."

Nie Feng originally wanted to eat in the hall, but there was a lot of noise in the hall, so he simply asked Xiaoer to deliver the food to the guest room in the backyard.

"Okay, please come to your backyard!"

Walking into the guest room in the backyard, the waiter worked hard to bring a pot of herbal tea, and then went to the front to prepare meals.

Because of the rush, Nie Feng also felt a little thirsty, so he drank the iced tea in the cup in one gulp, feeling refreshed.

"interesting……"

After drinking the herbal tea, Nie Feng looked at the teacup in his hand with an inscrutable smile on his face.

After about a stick of incense, the waiter came outside with a food box.

"Guest officer, your food and drink are here."

"come in."

The shop waiter walked into the house with a food box, took out two jugs of wine, and said with a smile: "Guest officer, this is the plum wine brewed by the shop itself. It is chilled with well water, it is cool and sweet, and it is suitable for drinking in summer. .”

Then, the shop waiter took out five dishes of three meat and two vegetables from the food box, and a large bowl of rice.

"Guest officer, take it easy, just call me if you want anything."

After the shop waiter left, Nie Feng picked up chopsticks and tasted each dish. I have to say that the chefs in this shop are really good.

He took another sip of the wine, but it was as sweet and refreshing as the waiter said, especially after icing it with well water, the heat on his body disappeared.

Besides, the waiter, after leaving the room, he did not go to the front hall, but tiptoed to the next room, and secretly peeped into Nie Feng's room through a small hole hidden behind the hanging painting.

Seeing that Nie Feng drank wine and ate food, he showed a smug smile, turned around and walked to the front hall.

The private room on the second floor of the inn.

A middle-aged man in brocade was chatting with a young man.

What is a little surprising is that this seemingly pampered middle-aged man is also an innate master.

The waiter knocked on the door and walked in, said in a low voice, "Shopkeeper, Mr. Gao, that kid has already eaten everything."

"it is good!"

The middle-aged man nodded calmly, and said: "As long as he eats the food and drinks delivered to us, his life is like something in our pocket, and we can take it with our hands."

The young man said hesitantly: "Uncle Zhao, can your poison work? As far as I know, that kid is invulnerable to all poisons, even the "Hundred Snakes" of the Wen family can't do anything to him."

"Nephew, don't worry, what I actually use is not an ordinary poison, but a very unique medicine."

Zhao Yichuan said in a low voice: "There are many capable people in the Jianghu, and no one can guarantee that they will not meet a master who is invulnerable to all poisons. Therefore, in order to deal with such people, I spent a lot of money to find a formula for a medicine."

"This medicine is a mixture of several kinds of herbs, but these kinds of herbs are not poisonous in themselves, and their medicinal properties are all gentle and nourishing, so I dare say that even if the Wen family came, they would not see any problems. , but when they are mixed together..."

"hey-hey……"

Zhao Yichuan smiled proudly: "It will produce another magical effect!"

"What effect?" The young man frowned slightly.

"Hallucinations, after people who take this medicine fall asleep, they will fall into the hallucinations that they most expect in their hearts during sleep."

A cold light flashed in Zhao Yichuan's eyes, and he continued confidently: "I dare say, without external force, he will never be able to escape from that illusion in his whole life."

"Then what's the name of this medicine?"

"Yellow Liang Yimeng!"

"Huang Liang Yimeng..."

There was a hint of viciousness in the young man's eyes, "Martial Uncle Zhao, as long as you can help me get rid of this person, I promise you can return to the sect with dignity."

"Nephew, don't worry, this matter is on me!"

Having received the promise from the young people, even with Zhao Yichuan's city mansion, he couldn't help but smile.

He seems to have seen that he will return to the division in the near future.

If Nie Feng could see these two people at this moment, he would definitely be able to recognize that young man as the young leader of the Qingcheng faction, Gao Huan!

At this time, Zhao Yichuan looked at the waiter again.

"If this action is successful and I can return to the sect, then this inn will belong to you from now on!"

"Really?"

The waiter froze for a moment, unable to believe his ears.

"Of course, you've been with me for so many years, I can still lie to you." Zhao Yichuan nodded slightly.

"Thank you, shopkeeper, thank you, shopkeeper!"

When the waiter heard this, a look of surprise appeared on his face, and he knelt on the ground to thank Zhao Yichuan repeatedly.

But he didn't see the murderous intent hidden in the depths of Zhao Yichuan's eyes, like a cloudy and rainy day...

(End of this chapter)