I was just solving crimes, how could I become an immortal?

Chapter 100 The County Magistrate is Dead
  The water embroidery of the Tsing Yi Department is only a seventh-grade official at all costs.

To be able to obtain the honor of being an imperial envoy in this capacity was considered a great blessing for Cao An.

Of course, there is a big difference between the imperial envoys in Beiyan and the imperial envoys in other places. They sound good in name, but everyone avoids them.

Why? Because Beiyan is suffering!

When an imperial envoy makes inspection tours, the officials passing by will consciously submit some financial contributions.

Going to Beiyan? I'm afraid we still have to think of ways to provide disaster relief.

Like now, Cao An contacted Qiwen Tower and asked them to help.

The last time the Feng family was collectively poisoned, they had a profound enlightenment and were ready to use half of their family property to do good deeds.

Now is the right time to directly help with the disaster relief. If rice, grain and clothing are sent to Beiyan through their channels, it can be considered as a accumulation of merit.

On the other side, the head of the gang, Mr. Fan, also took the time to see him after expressing his loyalty to the court.

It's very quiet.

As the sun set, the miscellaneous servants hurriedly came to report that someone was asking to see him. When he went to the side hall, he saw that it was Mr. Fan who had come in the dark.

By the way, didn't we meet outside the Imperial Medical Office this morning? Do you need to be so cautious?

Before Cao An could speak, the man had already taken out a simple square box and placed it in front of Cao An.

"Master Fan, what do you mean?"

"Three thousand taels of silver notes, fourth-grade elixir [Hundred God Pill]."

Do you give gifts as soon as you come up? This Master Fan has been living in the ghost market for ten years, so he knows how to deal with the world very well!
  But these fourth-grade elixirs were worth ten thousand taels, and the request might not be that simple. Cao An did not reach out to take it, but looked at him quietly, waiting for the next step.

Sure enough, after a moment of silence, Master Fan said:

"Cao Shuixiu, I know that you have outstanding abilities, hate evil, are impartial, and care about the world. I am relieved to hear that you will be responsible for the trip to Beiyan this time."

"Stop, stop saying flattering things. In our Tsing Yi Department, when these words come out, it often means working overtime, so just get to the point."

"Okay, then I won't hide it from Cao Shuixiu. Those frozen corpses were actually found by me in the Holy Mountain."

"Holy Mountain?"

Cao An quickly took out the file in his arms. He was still studying this case just now.

"Why is there no mention of the Holy Mountain in the confession?"

"It's my selfish motives, so I didn't mention it. Because the holy mountain protects the people of Beiyan, I don't want to destroy the roots of Beiyan because of the ice sculpture. Please forgive Cao Shuixiu."

"...I knew it would be up to you to come to me so late at night. Please tell me first, and then I will consider whether to forgive you."

……

Beiyan is a place with a very harsh environment.

The severe cold in winter and the trauma after the defeat caused the local people to experience a lot of hardships.

But fortunately, there is a saying in Beiyan: the holy mountain is endless and vitality is endless.

It sounds magical, but to put it bluntly, the holy mountain is frozen all year round, but the Qinghe River still flows down there all year round.

The river water nourishes the grassland fields along the way, supports poultry and wild animals, and is rich in plump herring.

It can be said that the Holy Mountain is related to most of Beiyan's granary. As long as the Holy Mountain is maintained, Beiyan will still have hope.

"But now, that place is perfect, right?" Cao An grasped the key point and asked.

Headmaster Fan rubbed his face. He was obviously a strong man, but his eyes were full of heavyness.

"Winter came early and the Holy Mountain was frozen. I received the news and rushed back. I wanted to rush into the Holy Mountain to check, but I didn't expect to find those ice sculptures."

"What's on the top of the Holy Mountain?"

"I don't know. I heard that gods live there. That place is our belief and most people won't go up there. According to rumors, no one has successfully gone up there."

Most of the black slaves were the former members of the remnant army of the Northern Yan Dynasty. Because they were guarded by the Daxing Dynasty, they could not engage in business. They could only choose the gang model and collect some protection fees.

Although he doesn't earn much, he can set aside a sum of money every year to support Beiyan's reconstruction, and his life is slowly getting better.

But now that heavy snow has hit, the holy river has stagnated, and ice sculptures have been discovered at the entrance of the mountain.

If the Daxing Dynasty blamed the death of the prince on the holy mountain, sent troops to attack, and angered the gods on the top of the mountain, it would be a disaster for the people of Beiyan.

"I understand what you mean. Regarding the death of that prince, I will find out and report it to the court. If possible, I will also help you investigate the mystery of the snow disaster."

"Thank you, Cao Shuixiu, for your kindness." Head Fan bowed to Cao An.

The black slaves had just rebelled, and he couldn't leave Shangjiang City now. Cao An was his only hope.

On the other hand, Cao An, after seeing off the guests, still had a headache and sat quietly for a while.

There have been a lot of troubles recently!
  Falling into the enemy's transfer plan, the people of Beiyan suffered a snowstorm, the water in the holy mountain was cut off from life, the prince of the southwest was frozen into an ice sculpture, and the location of the mountain outside the mountain was confusing.

There are five big things to accomplish, and each one is difficult.

Fortunately, before setting off, he received a bottle of [Hundred Gods Pill], which is a good thing for improving the sense of energy and is just suitable for his practice.

【Name】: Cao An
  [Cultivation]: Seventh Grade Transformation Strength
  [Kung Fu]: Qing Yi Shen Xing Kung Fu, Qiu Shui Knife Technique, Five Zang Vajra Technique
  [Items]: Must-win handcuffs, Hundred Water Knife, Water Embroidery Pattern, Hundred God Pill, 5000 taels of pattern silver

[Professional talents]: Choose one of three suspects, please leave your last words, please close your eyes when it gets dark, miracle walker, and recognize objects by smell.

【天元一气】：30
  ……

Early on the second day, it was bright and clear.

A carriage hurried out of the city and sped towards the north.

There were no pre-departure ceremonies, and there was no need to delay the three-day deadline. Cao An packed his bags that night, and his troops were very fast.

There is no way, Beiyan is suffering from a natural disaster after all. If it gets over as soon as possible, a few more lives may be saved, so there is no time to delay.

As for the candidates to set out, Cao An's original intention was to let Master Shuzheng act according to the situation, while Tisi and Zhu Xian stayed behind while the others went together.

However, considering that the carriage could not accommodate so many people, Cao An, Ying Huorong, and Sanyang could only set off first. Later, Pan Daxi led the brothers from Jin Qi and Tu Qi to come for reinforcements.

Such a strange way of action is mainly because Mr. Ma is too strong.

The other brothers changed to fast horses and had to take the official road. Mr. Ma just took a puff of old cigarettes, dragged the carriage and started running, traveling thousands of miles a day without losing breath.

If it hadn't been dark and it was inconvenient to travel at night, Cao An felt that the horse could still run.

"Why don't we stay here tonight? This inn looks decent." Sanyang looked at the three-story inn beside the road and felt that it was very suitable.

After three consecutive days of traveling, they were not far from Beiyan. According to their journey, they would probably be able to arrive tomorrow.

But there is no need to rush. Only by eating and drinking enough can things be done. Entering the courtyard of the inn, the waiter at the door greeted him quickly: "Do you want the four guests to eat and stay in the hotel? Please go inside, please go inside."

Among the four, Mr. Ma is the most senior, but I have never seen him speak.

Someone greeted him, and naturally it was Monk Sanyang, the most experienced monk in the world, who went to talk to him.

He put his palms together with a smile and said softly to the waiter: "Amitabha, donor, we are indeed here to stay at the hotel. Please be careful about this horse and don't put too much pressure on it, otherwise I will save you tonight."

With the gentlest Buddha smile and the harshest words, the waiter's heart trembled. He said "I don't dare" and obediently went to buy fodder for the horse.

Cao An beside him frowned slightly: "Don't tell me too much? You mean, this is a black shop?"

"Of course, look at this inn. It's a remote place in the countryside. It's well-decorated and has high-profile buildings. If it were a serious inn, how could it make so much money?"

Monk Sanyang is indeed more like a Jianghu person than a Jianghu person.

I have a lot of experience in visiting the black market, so I also pay a lot of attention to staying in an inn.

On the normal official road, there will be an official post station almost every other section, which is relatively formal and safe.

But everyone's goal is to see the Holy Mountain. There is no need to change trains with Ma Lao escort, and it is too far to go around the official road.

Fortunately, these people are all experts, and the small black shop doesn't take them seriously at all.

……

After entering the inn, there was a lot of noise in my ears.

The environment seemed quite clean, but the complicated decorations on the walls seemed more like they were covering up the knife marks.

There are still faint blood stains in the cracks in the corners. It seems that this is a black shop as Sanyang said.

Looking around again, all the people dressed in various sects and sects seemed to be sloppy. Weapons were placed beside them. They were drinking wine and eating meat, but their eyes were inadvertently glanced at them.

how? Think of them as fat sheep with fine skin and tender meat?

A boss lady, who was not pretty but was dressed in scantily clad clothes, ran over with a coquettish smile.

"Ah! We have a distinguished guest coming! Please come in quickly. Do you need something to eat? Our special beef noodles are sure to be liked by our guests."

The landlady smiled brightly and was so enthusiastic that she almost pressed her body against him.

The four of them sat down, Sanyang put his palms together and said, "Shopkeeper, we don't eat beef, just four bowls of plain noodles."

I can not eat beef? This is strange.

The female shopkeeper looked at the monk, then at Cao An and the others, waving her embroidered handkerchief and saying sweetly: "Oh, it's such a cold weather, the monk doesn't eat meat, you have to take care of your companions! The beef I have here, it……"

Snapped!
  Monk Sanyang broke off a chopstick and placed it on the table, with a kind and caring face: "We really don't eat beef. If you fool me again, I will save the whole audience."

Everyone:...

"Come on! Drink!"

"Ah, yes, yes, drink and drink."

The sounds of eating and drinking around him became louder again, and they were obviously startled. This monk seemed to be a tough nut to crack! It's better not to read it, to avoid causing trouble.

Seeing this, the proprietress wiped her sleeves, took away the broken chopsticks, and left with an apologetic look on her face.

Of course, it was not only the guests around who were frightened, but also Cao An and Ying Huorong were stunned by the violent Sanyang.

"Monk is so scary. You were not so fierce before." Ying Huorong pursed her lips and couldn't help but muttered. Cao An also nodded, feeling the same.

This opening is meant to liberate the whole audience. Is it possible that the evil intention has not been completely dispelled?

"Amitabha, the poor monk has always convinced others with his virtue, how can he be said to be scary? The rules of this place are like this. If you don't show some momentum, you will cause trouble."

Jianghu, unlike the capital, is full of dangers.

Opening in this remote place, where can you get fresh beef? Why don't you just kill fat customers and sell them as meat?

As for those around them, they were clearly focused on them just now and were ready to strike at any time.

The meaning of breaking the chopsticks is a warning. I am also a Jianghu person, so I am not asking for trouble.

"See, Monk Sanyang himself said that he is a Jianghu person."

"Yeah, I've suspected it for a long time. Every time he said he would take me shopping, it was all for alms."

Cao An and Ying Huorong were muttering to each other. Sanyang could naturally hear them, but they smiled slightly and did not explain.

After he entered the world from Buddhism, he did become a charlatan for a while. After all, the evil intentions in his heart needed to be suppressed, and a charlatan vendetta was okay.

Of course, when he later found out that there was another way to join the army, he killed even more people.

Moreover, he carefully selected the representatives of the weak to defeat the strong [Desolate Wolf Army], so that when they were killed, no one would compete with him for a kill, and they blended in perfectly.

Thinking of these interesting things, Sanyang couldn't help but smile.

Of course, this smile is a bit creepy to others.

After thinking about it, Sanyang suddenly took out three copper coins from his arms, threw them towards the corner, and nailed them half an inch into the wood.

This method is indeed unusual! Many robbers were secretly glad that they had not taken action just now.

As for the beggar in the corner, he was happy.

These three copper coins were nailed to his head, which were the rewards given to him.

He pulled it out with great effort and bowed to several people: "Thank you, thank you. What news do you want to hear?"

Spending money to buy information, these Sanyang sets play smoothly!
  "Just ask, is there anything new in this land of Beiyan?"

Asking for information from the beggars begging in these inns is sometimes more convincing than going to the government to listen to reports. After all, they have seen many people and will not play tricks with you.

Sure enough, as soon as this person opened his mouth, he gave Cao An and the others a bombshell.

The beggar rubbed his hands with a smile and replied: "Looking at the way you are dressed, you are not ordinary people. Then I will tell you, it is an official matter."

"Oh? What's the matter?"

"The magistrate of Tianshan County in Beiyan Prefecture is dead."

This news made Cao An stunned on the spot. The imperial official was dead? Why hasn't he heard of it?
  boom!
  The few strong men beside him couldn't help but start clapping the case.

"Oh! You stinking beggar, what are you talking about? I just came from Tianshan County the day before yesterday. The county magistrate there is fine. How did you see him dead?"

The beggar smiled, showing a row of big black teeth: "He's really dead. The one you saw must be a fake."

(End of this chapter)