White Bone Monkey King

There is a county on the bank of Yinyi River.

It was a county called Chang.

Changxian County was very lively and bustling with people, including the sounds of children running around, shouting, and the sounds of vendors and lackeys selling their goods.

"My chest was broken with a big stone, I sold myself to bury my sister..."

"Candied haws on a stick, crisp and sweet, with a stick of candied haws on it..."

"A craft passed down from our ancestors, you can make sugar figures big, small, thick or long~"

There were urchins pointing to the candy-making stall on the roadside, crying and rolling on the ground.

The streets are full of people, including ordinary people wearing unembellished linen clothes;

There are also young ladies from wealthy families wearing spotless jade belts or pink plum-colored snow fox cotton-padded clothes;

Of course, there are also those who are always licking blood with their sword heads.

After Qing Xi entered Chang County, what she saw was this lively and prosperous scene, and the people in the city showed their truest selves in front of her.

Master Qingxi watched all this silently. She walked through the bustling streets and walked across the stone bridge. She was like a fairy playing in the world.

Snapped!

The gavel was slapped on the table, and there was a crisp sound, and then came the lifelike voice of Mr. Storyteller writing.

"Last spring, a strange case occurred in our Chang County, called the 'Thunder God Killing a Corpse Case.' Just when the matter was already concluded, a carriage suddenly came to the village at night."

"There were three people on the carriage traveling at night. They were a coachman, a scholar, and a young man. They wanted to stay in the village for the night. One of the young men was eight feet tall and eight feet wide. He had a majestic body. In the process of killing people in the village, he actually scolded the villagers for disregarding human life and being ignorant and superstitious."

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Master Qing Xi stopped and looked at the teahouse next to him. In front of the teahouse was a green bamboo flag pole with the words "Xu Ji Teahouse" written on it. The first floor of the teahouse was full of teagoers, and people were listening to the storyteller with great interest.

Master Qing Xi walked into the teahouse. There were not many empty seats in the teahouse. She found a table in the corner by the railing and sat down. Immediately, a waiter came with a pot of tea and brewed a new pot of tea for Master Qing Xi.

"When Mr. Jin An first arrived in Chang County, he liked to come to our Xuji Tea House to drink cassia seed tea. He sat there all day long. I heard that Mr. Shu talked about the latest things that happened in Chang County. Master Jin An, where you are sitting now is Mr. Jin An. Where you always sit.”

"This tea is also Mr. Jin'an's favorite cassia seed tea. Sir, have you tried our cassia seed tea?"

The waiter said friendly while making tea.

Qingxi's eyes turned from the storyteller to the waiter: "Do you know me?"

Unexpectedly, the waiter in the shop did not answer directly: "It's better to come early than to come by chance. The storyteller just talked about the first strange case that Mr. Jin'an solved when he first arrived in Chang County, 'The Case of the Thunder God Killing the Corpse'. Master, you can enjoy your tea slowly and listen." Stories told by storytellers.”

Qingxi stared at the waiter for a while, then picked up the steaming cassia seed tea and took a sip: "It is indeed a good tea for hospitality."

I don’t know whether it was because he saw Master Qingxi willing to drink tea or because he received praise from Master Qingxi. The waiter’s smile became brighter and he said, “Then I won’t disturb Master Qingxi while he drinks tea and listens to the story.”

After the waiter finished speaking, he turned around and left, greeting other tea patrons.

Qing Xi did not forcefully stop the waiter. She looked at the back of the waiter who turned and left. She lowered her eyebrows and looked at the steaming tea in her hand, thinking. Next, she drank tea while listening to the storyteller tell the story of "The Case of the Thunder God Killing the Corpse" .

This sitting lasted only a day. During this period, the waiter came to refill the tea several times. Master Qingxi listened attentively as the storyteller talked about the "case of the thunderous man killing the corpse", then the "drowning case", and then the "case of the Lin family's missing corpse"... and then Going to the temple fair was the complete experience of Jin An in Chang County.

The story continues until the Changxian explosion, the thousand-year-old Qianliu at the temple fair turns into a monster, Jin'an, the old Taoist priest, Mr. Yiyun, and the vicious corpse in the white coffin risk their lives to save the people of Changxian and escape from the city safely.

At this time, the waiter came over to add new tea to Master Qingxi: "Is Master Qingxi satisfied with this story?"

Master Qing Xi did not say anything clearly, but asked: "I want to ask the waiter, how to get to the Wen Mo Temple in the story?"

Waiter: "After leaving the teahouse, follow the lanterns on both sides of the street and you will find the Man Mo Temple."

Before Master Qingxi left, he left a piece of broken silver to pay for the tea. The waiter refused to accept it and said politely: "Master, you are an honored guest from afar. A few pots of tea are not worth a few cents. I still treat you to a cup of tea." Got up."

Master Qing Xi insisted on putting the broken silver on the table: "Doing business is not easy, just like being a human being."

When Qing Xi came out of Xu Ji Tea House, it was already dark outside. As expected, the streets were lined with lanterns, making Chang County brightly lit. There was no curfew in Chang County, so it was more lively at night than during the day.

Follow the lantern and find Man Mo Temple.

Before arriving at the Man Mo Temple, just looking from a distance, Master Qing Xi discovered that the Man Mo Temple was full of incense and full of grand aspirations. These aspirations were pure and flawless, pious and good, without any evil thoughts.

When I came to the temple, I saw many people coming in and out to offer incense. The closer I got to Man Mo Temple, the more I felt the amazing ambition of this place.

After careful consideration, ripples appeared in her mind, like a fallen leaf falling on a flat lake, creating a circle of ripples, and then the ripples expanded rapidly, and an incredible look appeared in her cold, calm and beautiful eyes.

She has a saint's golden page magic weapon on her body, and she observes the saint's way day and night, but she actually found a trace of the saint's aura in a ghostly Xichang County!

A saint is born in hell!

Yang is born in the extreme yin!

What kind of great merit is this?

Who is worshiped in this Man Mo Temple?

This trace of the saint's breath was just born, but it was still noticed by Qingxi, the master who watched the saint's golden page day and night. This saint's breath came from the Wenwu Temple in the center of the grand wish!

Qingxi followed the crowd into the Wen Mo Temple. When she came to the depths of the Wen Mo Temple and saw the legendary "Thousand-year-old Qingqian Willow", she was stunned.

The place where the "Millennium Green Money Willow" was originally planted was replaced by a golden body of merit and virtue. Incense and candles were spread in front of the golden body of merit and virtue, and ambitious thoughts continued to converge towards the golden body of merit and virtue.

And that meritorious golden body was none other than the Jin An she was familiar with!

Today's temple fairs in Changxian County do not worship the "Thousand-year-old Qianliu", but the golden body of Jin'an merit!

Qingxi's eyes were filled with emotions.

"Master Jin'an doesn't know that we set up this golden body of merit for him." The three major arrests in Chang County did not know when they appeared behind Master Qingxi, and all three of them nodded friendly towards Master Qingxi.

Master Qing Xi: "I think these three are the three major arrests in Chang County in the storyteller's story, Feng Xiu, Zheng Yuanhu, and Zhao Yangping."

"It's me and three other people who have met the real person." Feng Baotou and the other two people clasped their fists and bowed.

"You just said... that he... didn't know the existence of this meritorious golden body?" Master Qingxi turned his head again and looked at the meritorious golden body that gradually gained a trace of the aura of a saint in front of him, and he still couldn't calm down the surprise in his heart.

"Master Jin'an has been very kind to us, and we have no way to repay him. We can only offer him some modest efforts without asking for anything in return." Feng Baotou looked at the meritorious golden body in front of him and said with a smile.

Master Qingxi: "During this journey, I have always had a question in my mind. Do you know me?"

The three major catchers shook their heads.

Master Qing Xi: "Then why do you have to say so much to me since you entered Chang County?"

The three major catchers smiled at each other, and became more and more satisfied with Master Qing Xi. The look in his eyes was more cordial than that of his own family members. Feng catcher asked with a smile: "May I ask if Master Qingxi has ever had any friendship with Mr. Jin'an?"

This city full of fierce ghosts is particularly sensitive to the aura of Yin gods. When Master Qingxi first entered the territory of Changxian County, they had already sensed that the soul of Master Qingxi had the aura of Jin'an. Only a divine connection could explain it.