The old man said: "If I was not mistaken, the boy last night might be both the mastermind behind the Zhengqi Alliance, the murderer who killed Bao Qing, and the Imperial College arson case... Maybe it's also related to him."

Chun Jianli said in surprise: "What the priest means..."

The old man said, "Since that man would take advantage of this opportunity to kill Wang Zhenren, he is naturally the enemy of the Quanqing Sect. The appearance of the Zhengqi Alliance was quite strange and those little kids who were suppressed by the Quanqing Sect and were almost unable to fight back suddenly connected. Bao Qing was the spokesperson of the Quanqing Sect among the lowest-ranking ones. He died inexplicably, and even the three Dharma Offices could not find the murderer. If it were the boy last night, it would not be surprising to do such a thing. Even the filial daughter of the Mandarin Sword who attacked you might be his. As for the case of the Imperial College arson... there is no connection at the moment, but since the murderer who killed Bao Qing could do such a thing as throwing Bao Qing's thigh at the gate of the Imperial College, it would not be surprising to act so boldly, provoking the Great Zhou court, and doing something like the Imperial College arson."

After thinking about it, he suddenly said, "When the Imperial College caught fire, Ning Jiang's sister Ning Xiaomeng was with you?"

Chun Jianli quickly said, "That's right! At that time, she and Jianli were both in the Princess's Mansion, and when Bao Qing was killed, Jianli had already checked. She was also in the Princess's Mansion, and his brother was in the Gongyuan. It was an examination at that time..."

Priest Tianhong said coldly: "I didn't ask you about this, why are you so anxious to clear your suspicion for them?"

Chun Jianli quickly said, "Jian... Jianli has no..."

Priest Tianhong said coldly: "Don't forget that you are the candidate virgin of the Good Goddess. You have the blood of the Holy Phoenix in your body, and you are qualified to be the Good Goddess."

Chun Jianli said in a trembling voice: "Jianli knows!"

Priest Tianhong looked at her condescendingly: "There is one thing you want to do!"

Chun Jianli said: "Please give me the order!"

Priest Tianhong said: "We died yesterday five candidate virgins. If this continues, it will inevitably affect the birth of the Good Goddess. We must re-select the candidate virgins of the Good Goddess. We have one candidate. In the past two days, you will find a chance to plant holy blood for her!"

Chun Jianli said: "The woman the lord said is..."

Priest Tianhong said lightly: "Princess Luanmei!"

Chun Jianli was shocked.

Priest Tianhong said coldly: "Is there any problem?"

Chun Jianli lay on the ground and whispered: "But... but Princess Luanmei is the emperor's sister. If she becomes a good goddess..."

Priest Tianhong sneered: "Do you need to care about those things?"

Chun Jianli was stunned for a moment and whispered, "Jianli didn't dare." After hesitating, he whispered, "Lord Tianhong! I heard... I heard that Lord Huanyue has also arrived in the capital..."

Priest Tianhong said slowly, "Not bad!" and said, "Princess Luanmei is the candidate we carefully selected this time. Her physique is quite unique and is probably the person we need. You just happen to be close to her now. If you do this well, Lord Huanyue might come to see you."

Chun Jianli was delighted and said quickly: "Jianli will definitely live up to her mission!"

Priest Tianhong nodded, his figure flashed, like a ray of blue smoke, flying out of the window and disappearing.

Chun Jianli stood up gently, came to the window, and looked at the moonlight outside the window.

——"If you do this well, Lord Huanyue might come to see you."

Unlimited joy surged in her heart. However, somehow, in her mind, she suddenly recalled the irrepressible blushing on her face when Princess Luanmei walked out of the pavilion, as well as the fat redness on the young man's lips. Her pretty face slowly turned pale again...

***

That night, the girl had a nightmare, sometimes dreaming that the woman was walking away from her, sometimes dreaming that the boy looked at her coldly and stretched out his black palm, just like the god who controlled death was catching her.

Before dawn, she woke up from the bed, rushed to the table, poured a cup of tea left over from last night, drank it in panting, and then burst into cold sweat.

Next, she walked in the house blankly, sometimes thinking that as long as she completed this task, she could see that woman. Sometimes she thought, if he knew that I had done such a thing to the woman he liked...

It was dim and dark outside, and everything was quiet.

She actually hoped that this day would never light up.

Of course this is impossible to achieve.

Just as the hour of Mao was getting more and more, the rose-colored glow had already stroked the windowsill. The sky was getting brighter and brighter. Even if I lay on the bed and closed my eyes, treated myself as a sleepy lazy girl, or even pretended to be a dead fish, I could not get rid of the irritability of being baked on a frying pan.

Finally, she pushed open the door and walked out, looking at the red rising sun that had risen to the east and the vibrant sunlight that brought her an inexplicable shadow.

After dawn, she asked someone to prepare a carriage for her.

"Girl, are you going there?" the old coachman who was driving the car turned around and asked.

I originally wanted to go to Qishengfang, but somehow, before the sound was released, it stuttered on my throat. After a while, I said weakly: "Let's go around the outer city first."

The carriage carried her away from Meiwutai.

Although the capital has not been very peaceful recently, life still has to continue for ordinary people. In addition, the monster has been killed, and for the people in the capital, there is a shadow pressing on their heads. On the bank of willows, children play, crossing an arch bridge over the Jun River, carrying a load of merchants, holding a bar, patrolmen with bars, and women carrying bamboo baskets, coming and going.

The carriage drove past rows of willow trees, and the girl unveiled the curtain and looked out at the scenery. On a pleasure boat, the hangover student staggered to the deck and vomited to the river. The old woman who was washing clothes downstream by the river put away her clothes and cursed. A child climbed onto the tree and grabbed the cicadas. His sister ran towards him. With a pounce, a loud sound of water splashes came from the other side of the distance, but was blocked by the willows, and I don’t know what happened. I only heard a woman laughing constantly.

The carriage continued to drive forward, and there were people in front of him to hold a funeral, and men and women wearing mourning clothes were crying. Seeing them, Chun Jianli remembered something and said, "Wujiu Mountain... go to Wujiu Mountain!"

The carriage drove towards Wujiu Mountain, and the girl in the car breathed a sigh of relief in secret. Whether it was open or secret, she had some friendship with the Quanqing Sect. Quanqing Zhen people were killed, and she should pay tribute to her for her reason. She was not delaying time, but she just happened to have something else to do...

The carriage was parked at the foot of Wujiu Mountain, and Chun Jianli got off the carriage. The white banners were hung high on the gate of Wujiu Mountain. The main entrance was full of wreaths. The businessman who arrived in Zhiji had already started business across the street. Chun Jianli gave the old coachman some silver and asked him to help him buy the wreath and go up the mountain first.

The Quanqing Sect's teachings prohibit the disciples from getting married. Despite this, many young Taoists also knew Chun Jianli. Someone led Chun Jianli to the mourning hall on the mountainside. Chun Jianli looked at it. Among the five sons of Quanqing, Kuang Qinghong, Zhao Qingzheng, Nan Qingyi, Duan Qingli and Sun Qingjing were all here. They led their respective disciples to wear mourning clothes and kneel on the cushions on both sides.

Chun Jianli went to the mourning hall to sing incense. Quan Qing's five sons led everyone to bow and thank them. After that, Chun Jianli left the mourning hall and saw that many people in various sects in the capital were here. One of them was Taoist Zhenheng of Zhenji Temple. At this moment, Taoist Zhenheng stood there with a gloomy face. His son was dismembered last month, and he still didn't even know who the murderer was. Naturally, he didn't have any good face.

Although Zoroastrianism and Zhenjiguan are also considered cooperative relations, Chun Jianli naturally did not have much sympathy for the pain of Master Zhenheng's loss of his son. Bao Qing was originally a man who died, but as for Master Zhenheng, he was hypocritical on the surface, and he also did a lot of things to bully men and women behind his back. Taoist Lei He, the Taoist of Wu Leiguan, was unwilling to rely on them, and even his daughter was raped and killed by Master Zhenheng in secret. Taoist Lei He was forced to fall into the water and die.

There were more and more people around. After a while, the five sons of Quanqing in the mourning hall led the crowd out. Kuang Qinghong, the head of the five sons of Quanqing, stood on a high place, clasped his fists to three sides, and asked everyone to be quiet. Everyone saw the other four sons standing quietly on both sides, and the disciples of Quanqing were also standing with their hands, so they all suppressed their voices.

Kuang Qinghong was heartbroken and said, "My teacher, Wang Zhenren, is noble and honest, is self-disciplined, is upright and honest, is in harmony with the world, establishes education with loyalty and filial piety, establishes character with virtue, establishes virtue with virtue, and establishes virtue, the bright moon and wind, the great hope of the last virtue, the fish swallowing the boat will not swim in the branches, and the journey is like Yizhen pine and cypress. The day before yesterday, the monsters storm the capital, and the family master killed demons and destroyed demons and defended the way, there were even evil villains. When the family master was unprepared, he attacked with his black hands. Alas, alas, alas..."

The disciples were filled with righteous indignation and burst into tears.

Kuang Qinghong continued: "That evil villain killed our master and harmed..."

Before the conversation was over, there were suddenly playing and singing outside the mountain gate, and the suona trumpet was lively, just like the "jumping" before the opening of the opera, and the wedding team was just like this. Quan Qing Wuzi frowned tightly, thinking that they had their masters died, and they were not promoted. Who knew so much? Or did the people outside make the music wrong?

Everyone looked at the mountain gate and saw a group of people, wearing red and green, beating gongs and drums, rushing in in unison, shouting: "Young Master Bat congratulates Quanqing Zhenren on becoming an immortal, and orders us to come and present a gift."

Everyone looked again and saw these people carrying a huge flower stand. The flower stand was written with dragons and phoenixes, and a couplet was written. The first couplet was "Becoming an immortal, becoming a saint, becoming a great god", and the second couplet was "Hello, I'm good, everyone", and there was a horizontal banner, which read "The greatness of life, the glorious death". There was another row of small characters, which read "Congratulations to the Bat Young Master".

Among the five sons of the Qing Dynasty, Nan Qingyi had the most hot temper. He rushed up suddenly, kicked the heads over, and said angrily: "What are you doing?"

The one in the leader was a short and fat guy. After being kicked over, he lay on the ground and cried loudly: "Good your life, don't you think about it. It's really early this morning, a boy who called himself a bat boy came to our opera troupe and forced us to give him gifts and congratulations. He said that if we don't come, he will kill our whole family. The young ones have old ones and young ones, so he dare not not come."

He quickly asked the person behind to hold a plate. There was something on the plate, covered with red cloth. The fat man wiped his cold sweat: "Young Master Bat said, this, this... this... this is the gift he sent. Please, please check it out."

Nan Qingyi grabbed the red cloth and pulled it hard, then was stunned. The wooden plate was the head of his master Wang Yiqing and Wang Zhenren. However, his hair was dyed red by something, and it rushed up like a vertebral body, with "angry hair rushing to the crown", his eyes widened, and the word "shen" was written on his forehead with cinnabar.

Quan Qing Wuzi was so angry that his whole body was trembling. The disciples held swords one by one, wishing to capture the hateful murderer and smash them into pieces. The onlookers did not expect that the Bat Young Master was so arrogant and would be so provocative if he killed someone. They were all stunned and looked at each other.

The actors started to sing and yell again, shouting in unison: "Become an immortal, a saint, a great god..."

Nan Qing Yi was furious: "You still sing?"

The people hurriedly fell down and cried together, "Young Master Bat said, if we don't shout here ten times, we will kill our whole family." "Master Dao, even Zhenren Wang was killed, we dare not provoke him." "Master Dao, let's pity the poor young men, let's finish calling."

A sparse voice began to sound again: "Become an immortal, a saint, a great god!" "Hello, I, everyone!" "Birth is great, and death is glorious!"...

At this moment, even the onlookers who had no friendship with the Quanqing Sect could not help but frown tightly. Killing people was just a slightest point. The soldiers could be killed and not humiliated. The Bat Young Master was really hateful. Among the crowd, Chun Jianli was also shocked. This Bat Young Master...is really too much, right?

***

"Brother, have you done too much?" A girl asked quietly in the distance outside the mountain gate.

"Don't worry!" Beside her, the boy opened the folding fan with a snap and walked away with his sister.

To say too much is of course a bit too much, but it will never be more excessive than what Wang Yiqing did during his lifetime. Although Taoist Lei He's daughter was raped and killed by Taoist Zhenheng, the one who came up with the advice behind the scenes was Wang Yiqing. He Chong's sect and some other small sects were almost wiped out by Wang Yiqing and his accomplices. Even after his death, no one helped them.

He certainly made a sarcasm, but it was that way anyway. Wang Yiqing got up from the coffin and bit him?

The brother and sister were talking and laughing, and walked away.
Chapter completed!