The years when I explored the fairyland

Chu Zhou didn't know if the word "eating a dead household" existed in this world. Although he received the memory of the original person, the time was too short and not deep enough.

There were many fragments flashing through his mind that required him to dig out bit by bit, just like the 'Business Contract' mentioned earlier, which he dug out from the depths of his memory.

It has to be said that Xuanzhen is a very particular person, he likes to put everything on paper, and he is still fair in the government, which gave Chu Zhou a chance to turn the tables.

But as for what Chu Zhou is encountering now, the words "eating a desperate family" are the most appropriate to describe it.

The old Taoist Xuanzhen was dead. He used the method of dealing with "ghosts" to deal with martial arts masters. As a result, he was killed and silenced as soon as he could react.

As for Chu Zhou, not to mention his young age, he had no idea what his craftsmanship was. Based on his performance in the past few days, he seemed to be a fool.

What about behind?

There are only two twelve-year-old Taoist boys left, what can they do?

Let’s look at Xuan Zhen Guan’s existing assets?

The Xuanzhen Temple itself is not mentioned, and the possible inheritance and money are not mentioned. Just hanging in the name of the Xuanzhen Temple, the five hundred acres of high-quality farmland has made countless people miss it.

Moreover, the original person always felt that Xuan Zhen was a liar, but Chu Zhou didn't think so.

A Taoist came to this strange land single-handedly. He spent seven or eight years building a Taoist temple from scratch, erected his own name, and purchased such a big business.

Are you saying he has no ability?

Can you say he has no ability?

But the old man is dead!

The Xuanzhen Guan left behind was like an undefended beauty, showing off her enchanting figure, tempting all the 'hungry wolves' who were ready to move.

Chu Zhou could feel that Zou Wu was just a pawn, and he was probably thrown out by some people as a test.

If he is frightened, it may not take long for the entire Xuanzhen Temple to be divided and eaten, and nothing will be left.

The three brothers and sisters were able to leave with all their beards and tails intact. It was because these people saved face for Xuanzhen Lao Dao.

"Xu Cheng, Yi Huai?"

"Elder brother, are we here?"

"Go and rest, rest. Only by sleeping well can you cope with Master's funeral tomorrow."

Yi Huai: "Elder brother, why don't you go and rest while we stay here?"

"No, please leave first. I'll have a rest in a while."

Xu Cheng was even more worried: "Senior Brother, are we really going to be fine?"

Chu Zhou was speechless. At the age of twelve or thirteen, if he was in that world and had to go to and from school every day, how could he consider the issue of life and death?

After pausing for a moment, he finally said: "If the sky falls, I will hold it up, so don't worry!

Go, go and rest..."

After sending the two little Taoist boys away again, Chu Zhou felt the pressure coming towards him. He took two steps forward and looked through the main entrance of the hall into the dark night.

The starless and moonless night sky was so dark that it seemed as if countless monsters were hidden, staring at him eagerly.

Malice surged in like a tidal wave.

However, when he turned around and walked to the coffin, Chu Zhou laughed again when he looked at the dead old Taoist Xuan Zhen: "This start is quite stressful, but I like it!"

"Master, Master, let me introduce you again. My surname is Chu, and my name is Zhou. It is a boat that fights wind and waves and traverses the sea!"

…

This night, there were too many things and it was too long. Although Chu Zhou still had many ideas, he was too tired.

Finally, he was in the mourning hall, huddled on the futon and fell asleep.

When he opened his eyes again, it was already dawn. The old servant Dong Bo opened the door, and the first person to arrive was a middle-aged man.

He looks about forty years old, with a strong back and a strong waist, long hands and long legs. He is also wearing a Taoist robe, but he does not have much of the free and easy style that he should have, but instead highlights his capable and majestic side.

In just a few steps, he walked up to Chu Zhou and said respectfully: "Little Taoist Priest, are you feeling well?"

Chu Zhou smiled: "Uncle Fan, I have troubled you these days."

The 'Uncle Fan' in his mouth, whose full name is Fan Zhong, was born as a tenant farmer. He once rented fertile land under the name of Xuan Zhen Guan and signed a deed of sale.

It was Xuanzhen Taoist who saw that he was diligent and capable, so he promoted him to be the foreign affairs director of Xuanzhen Temple.

He arranges all the tasks including shopping, concierge, kitchen, washing and cleaning. He also has a cook, three servant girls and two miscellaneous workers.

These people were all selected from the tenant farmers and received an extra sum of money. They did not live in the temple on weekdays. They just came to work before dawn every day and left after dark.

In other words, Fan Zhong is basically responsible for all the chores in Xuanzhen Temple, and he is actually doing the housekeeper's work.

Some time ago, when Chu Zhou was in a state of confusion, it was only through him that he presided over the funeral, so that the funeral could be arranged in an orderly manner with almost no mistakes.

It was also because of this that Chu Zhou's call of 'Uncle Fan' was sincere and without any subtlety.

Facing Chu Zhou's gaze, Fan Zhong was slightly startled, and then felt a little sad: "No trouble, no trouble, it's all what I should do.

The Taoist priest is in better health, which is more important than anything else. The old master will be pleased if he knows! "

Saying this, Fan Zhong showed a bit of hesitation on his face, as if he was hesitant to speak.

Chu Zhou looked for a moment and then said: "Uncle Fan, you know that after Master left, there are not many people who I can trust.

The two junior brothers are too young to count on, and you are the only one who can help me.

So, if there is anything, just say it directly? "

Fan Zhong's face was firm, and he immediately said: "Little Taoist priest, I already know what happened last night. Zou Wu is not a simple person. I wonder what your plan is?"

Chu Zhou did not answer immediately, but asked: "How much do you know about Zou Wu and the Four Seas Gang?"

"I know that the Four Seas Gang should be a gang in the south of the city, occupying many streets. As for the specific situation? How strong is it?

I don't know much.

Those who are in the gangs really didn't have much contact with my Xuanzhen Temple before. "

Fan Zhong explained this, and then said: "However, if the little Taoist priest needs to know more, I can go and ask.

But..."

"But what?"

"Little Taoist priest, forgive me for being blunt, the one who is eyeing us now is definitely not the Four Seas Gang. So, just staring at them may not be useful. "

"I know, but knowing yourself and knowing the enemy, you still need to understand what you should know. "

Speaking of this, Chu Zhou looked at Fan Zhong again and asked, "Uncle Fan, what do you think I should do?"

"I wonder how much skills the young Taoist has learned from the old master?"

"What aspect are you talking about?"

"I don't know which aspect."

Fan Zhong's reaction was a bit strange. He paused and said, "When the old master first came, he established this foundation, and of course some people were jealous.

However, overnight, the seven forces that dared to reach out, including families and gangs, all lost a big man and were beheaded. "

"No one knows how the old master did it, and no one dared to explore too much. But since that time, some people have said that the old master has the ability to 'exorcise ghosts', and no one dares to provoke him easily. "

"As a result, Xuanzhen Temple has stood firm until now. "

After a pause, Fan Zhong said again: "Young Taoist, no, you have inherited the Taoist temple now, and I should call you the master.

If it is impossible, I think we should take a step back. It is better to take a step back!

People have to live to have a chance! "

"So, someone has also found you, Uncle Fan?"

"Yes, yes, although I rejected them sternly, I don't think they will give up."

"Is that so!"

Chu Zhou's face became a little colder, but he muttered: "It's not impossible to take a step back, but I'm afraid that some people always think that only by killing them all can they eliminate the trouble forever!"

After a pause, he said: "Okay, I know the matter. Let's talk about the details after the funeral of my teacher.

Not counting today, there are still two days, two days, right?"

"Yes!"

"Then there are at least two days of peace! "

While they were talking, another guest came to pay his respects. The two stopped talking and went back to their own business.

In this world, there is a saying of "the first seven days". After a person dies, his soul will return to the body on the seventh day and he can see his parents and relatives again.

So, the body will be kept for seven days, and after seven days, he will be buried.

Today is the fifth day since the death of Taoist Xuan Zhen. In fact, all those who should have come to pay their respects have come, and those who have not come will not come.

Those who come now are all from far away, or those who have received the Taoist's kindness, mostly farmers or fishermen. After they come, they burn three sticks of incense, kowtow a few times, and then leave.

This is not as lively as the previous few days, and Chu Zhou is happy to be free. There is also more time to dig out the memories deep in the mind.

Some people say that memory is like a hard drive. After a long time, no one knows how many corners and secrets are hidden in it.

You have to call up the directory, turn it one by one, and read it page by page to have a more comprehensive understanding.

On this day, Chu Zhou recovered a lot of memories while busy. Gradually, his understanding of Baisha City, Xuanzhen Temple, and his past life are also deepening.

Until night fell, the gate of the Taoist temple was closed again. Chu Zhou asked two junior brothers to guard the mourning hall.

He walked out of the main hall, walked to the back pavilion, crossed the path, and opened the door of his master's room.

He did not walk aimlessly. Instead of searching, he went straight to the bed, fumbled for a while, and pulled a rope.

Then, a downward passage appeared.

Holding a candle, he groped and went down step by step until he reached the ground. He lit several oil lamps along the wall, and the whole underground space was bright.

The layout here is almost a replica of the above, with tables, chairs, benches, meditation cushions, and tea utensils, all exactly the same.

The only difference is that the bookshelf behind the desk is full of books, which is not comparable to the outside.

Chu Zhou just flipped through it and found that most of the books were various medical books.

Even on the desk, there was a book spread out, with various notes on it.

Chu Zhou was not familiar with this place, so he had to keep groping, searching inch by inch, and trying a little bit.

So, he was very patient and careful.

Until he twisted a paperweight, the bookshelf slowly moved away, revealing the hole behind the wall.

Inside, a beautifully carved wooden box occupied a corner, and next to it, there were a lot of silver coins randomly placed.

Just a rough glance, Chu Zhou knew that it was at least more than a hundred taels of silver, which was definitely a huge sum of money.

However, after just a glance, he fixed his eyes on the beautiful wooden box.

Chu Zhou believed that if Taoist Xuanzhen really had a secret, it must be in it...

Tentatively set to update twice a day, around 6 pm!