Liaozhai: A Poor Monk Transcends to Immortal

Chapter 79 Centennial Ferry
Watching the three people leave, Gan Zongsheng smiled coldly.
What are you trying to do to check the file?

And these monks, don't let them fall into my hands. If they fall into my hands, I will definitely drive them out of Ningzhou Mansion. Gan Zongsheng secretly said angrily.

In the past, he was also a loyal believer in Buddhism, but when he went to Dingyuan Temple to offer incense and repay his fate, he was beaten up. He, the noble prince of Ningzhou Prefecture, was beaten up by a monk. This time What a disgrace.

Of course, when there was a conflict, he did something wrong.
Therefore, in order to show generosity, the matter was shelved for the time being.

However, since that day, the monk of Dingyuan Temple actually closed the mountain gate, saying that he needed a hundred taels of silver to enter the temple, which made him angry and had nowhere to vent, so he just suppressed it.

It's good now, but a monk actually tried to check the file.

With a cold snort, he turned and left the side hall.

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The three of them left the government office.

Zhu Yan sighed: "Little Master, what should we do now? Not only has the original work been replaced, but even the file cannot be viewed."

Xu Zisu pondered for a while, then said with a smile, "Go to the demon division."

Town monster?
A flash of doubt flashed in Zhu Yan's eyes, what to do in the Demon Suppression Department?
On the other hand, Jiu Sheng couldn't help being stunned: "Little master, is ordinary people allowed to enter the demon town?"

Compared with the government office, the Demon Suppression Division is more strict. It does not belong to the government office system, but is under the jurisdiction of the imperial court, and most of its staff are warriors. Once upon a time, his dream was to enter the Demon Suppression Division, but as time went by, The bigger it gets, the more people's hearts will always change.

Moreover, everyone would cherish their lives, so I gave up this idea.

However, the little master is a monk, maybe he will really be welcomed by the demon town master.

"The poor monk has had dealings with the Demon Suppression Division, so it shouldn't be a problem to meet him. It should be much easier to ask for the files from the government office under the guise of the Demon Suppression Division."

"There is no other option right now. Let's go with the young master to the so-called Demon Suppression Department to see the world."

Zhu Jiusheng also felt a hint of emotion, and then nodded.

The three of them immediately headed towards the Demon Suppression Division.
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Nantong River Ferry,

After paying a few copper coins, the three of them stepped onto the boat.

The Demon Suppression Department is on the north bank, just across the bank from the government office, so you still need to go to the opposite side.

Although there is a bridge, the boat is closer to him now and can save some effort.

"My husband, how many people can you take across the river in one day?"

"About three to four hundred people."

"That's not a lot. You can earn a few taels of silver in one day."

The rickety old man smiled and said, "Haha, it's just a living through hard work."

"I wonder if my husband will live a long life this year?"

"360 four years old."

"Long live my father-in-law."

After blurting out the words, he couldn't help but be stunned.

This old man is talking about 360 four years old?
Then he looked at Zhu Jiusheng, and Zhu Jiusheng couldn't help frowning. One person can get it wrong, but it's impossible for two people to get it wrong.

Xu Zisu was not surprised, but asked with a smile: "How long has the donor been ferrying people across the river?"

The old man held the oar and slowly said: "I haven't calculated it yet, but I think it must be more than a hundred years ago."

Xu Zisu nodded.

He had already discovered the old man's heels when he stopped on the river bank a few days ago. It was an old turtle demon. His cultivation level was slightly worse than his. He had a spiritual sea level cultivation level and no evil aura on his body. He thought it was from this Nantong River. The river demon.

As for the reason why he punted the boat in Ningzhou City, it had nothing to do with him. After all, the good demon could not be saved.

In less than a quarter of an hour, they reached the other shore and the three of them got off the boat. The old man took the two tourists back again.

Looking at the old man's back, Zhu Yan hesitated and said, "Little master, is this person a monster?"

"A 300-year-old turtle demon."

"Would the Demon Suppression Department not care about allowing the turtle demon to be extradited here?"

"People in the world are divided into good and evil, and monsters are also good and bad. Although he is a monster, he has never hurt anyone. He is just being extradited here, so why bother?"

Are demons also divided into good and evil?

Zhu Yan said in a daze, from this point of view, there seems to be no difference between this demon and a human.

On the contrary, compared with demons, some people are more heartless,
I couldn't help but sigh when I thought of the woman whose skin was skinned and her blood was turned into bones for painting.

The Demon Suppression Division,
The three of them walked up to the door, and Zhu Jiusheng stepped forward and knocked on the door.

A middle-aged man in well-dressed clothes opened the door and asked, "Are you busy?" Zhu Jiusheng was secretly frightened when he saw a middle-aged man who was similar to his own in cultivation but had a different aura.

Is this the warrior of the town demon division?

Although their cultivation levels are similar, if they really fight, he is probably no match.

This feeling comes to mind when we meet.

Although the cultivation bases are similar, but one of the two is a housekeeper and the other is a knife-edge licker, so there will naturally be a big difference.

"Amitabha."

"I wonder if the commander of the Demon Suppression Department is here?"

"exist."

"If you bother me, tell me that an old friend is visiting."

An old friend?

The big man glanced at the little monk in front of him. Although he didn't believe it, he still had some understanding of the people outside. What if he was a monk?

"Just a moment, please."

After a while, a familiar old man walked out.

"Who do I think you are? It turns out to be you, the little monk."

"The little monk has met the senior."

"No need to be polite, just come in."

Still so direct and forthright.

Sit down in the government hall.

"You don't go to the Three Treasures Hall for anything, tell me, young monk, but do you need my help for something?"

"I wonder if seniors know about the disappearance of the Ningzhou Prefecture woman?"

Hearing this, the old man looked slightly sideways: "I know, what do you want to say?"

"This benefactor Zhu once got a painting in Qingping Mansion, which may be related to this matter. But before that, we need to borrow the files on this case."

The old man shook his head: "This matter does not belong to the scope of our Demon Suppression Department. You can go to the government office and ask. Besides, most of the files are stored in the government office."

"I can't help you with this matter."

"Senior, can the Demon Suppressing Department be in charge of the affairs of the left?"

The old man raised his eyebrows and said, "No matter what, as long as it's non-mundane matters, my Demon Suppression Department can take care of them."

"The woman's skin was peeled off to make paper, the bones were taken to make a scroll, and the blood was used to paint. I wonder if the soul-sealing scroll is heretical."

"Calculate!"

After hearing Xu Zisu's words, a coldness gradually appeared on the old man's face.

"Little monk, I hope you won't deceive me."

"The young monk never lies."

"Someone is coming."

A warrior walked in from outside the door.

"grown ups."

"According to my order, go to the government office and ask for all the case files related to the disappearance of the woman."

"Yes!"

Then he looked at the three of them: "Where is the scroll you were talking about?"

Xu Zisu shook his head: "The bag has been stolen."

"You are a spiritual sea-level Buddha cultivator, and it must be intentional to be dropped under your nose."

"Senior's prediction is good. There is an [-]% chance that this person is the real murderer."

A flash of surprise flashed across the old man's face. He thought there were just some clues, but he didn't expect that even the real culprit had emerged.

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(End of this chapter)