Xie Fu took the constable who reported the news and headed straight to the stable, and met Liu Tongyi who was leading a horse to leave.

Liu Tongyi bowed to him and smiled: "I'm sorry, Lord Xie, tell Brother Zhang, I'll go back now and no longer say goodbye to him."

Xie Fu replied, "The county is going out at this moment, and I'm afraid it will be time to help the young master bring the letter later." His eyes swept to the bag on Liu Tongyi's saddle and was stunned, "Is it from Dali Temple under his feet?"

There is no pattern on the saddle bag, but the two horizontal lines at the pocket and the soft leather used in the bag are unique to Dali Temple. Deng Xu, the minister of Dali Temple, was born in the army and had been on the frontier before. He liked to use this Hu-style leather bag. After taking charge of Dali Temple, please change this bag to Dali Temple for special purposes. Other departments in the court use cloth bags made by each department.

Liu Tongyi said: "I am not talented at home, so I have a free job in Dali Temple. However, this time I came to find Brother Zhang for private matters, not official business."

Xie Fu recalled Zhang Ping pulled Liu Tongyi to Wumei to discuss the case. So that's how a young man from Beijing would get involved in the case. It turned out to be Dali Temple.

He couldn't help but tentatively say, "The prefect and the minister of the Ministry of Justice are in Yao's Mansion for this case. He thought that even the Dali Temple was alarmed. It made you laugh."

Liu Tongyi smiled again: "I am in Dali Temple, and I am a soldier. I am not qualified to investigate the case alone. I just happened to know some clues, so I came to tell Brother Zhang. Yes, can you tell the people in the palace about the matter of hard work on this case?"

Xie Fu was stunned again.

Liu Tongyi said: "I am just a troublesome person. I think this case is so serious, so the people on the Empress Dowager's side can understand it more." He bowed and said goodbye to Xie Fu again.

Xie Fu frowned and stood there. The constable led two horses out. Xie Fu hurriedly said, "I will go to Yao Mansion alone. Please stay. I have something to tell you." He called the constable to approach and whispered a few words.

The carriage galloped towards Shou Nianshan. In the carriage, Zhang Ping looked at the official document, and Liu Zhuan looked at Zhang Ping, and Wumei silently recited the scriptures.

Wumei originally planned to take advantage of Zhang Ping's departure to leave a piece of paper and float away. Unexpectedly, Zhang Ping called out two little yamen runners, saying that he still needed his help in this case, and "invited" him to go to the top of the mountain together.

Wumei's calves were cramped and he begged for mercy. Zhang Ping bowed deeply to him and said seriously: "If you don't have a senior brother, you may not be able to solve this case. Please help me."

Wumei only regrets that he is too soft-hearted. He thinks that Zhang Ping is a county magistrate after all. He has given such a big tribute in front of the people below and has grown up together since childhood. How can he not give him such a shame?

However, his face was left for Zhang Ping, and his head was hung on his belt.

Wumei can only recite the sutra twice more for himself.

Lingbao Tianzun, comforting his body. The disciple's soul, the five internal organs, the blue dragon and white tiger, the team is full of battles; the Vermillion Bird and Black Tortoise, the guards are really... The disciple is so evil, so he should practice well in the world.

Zhang Ping stared at the official document in his hand, but couldn't help but walk for a moment.

There are many more clues in this case, and he needs to go well.

Official documents are very important, but he is actually more concerned about the case.

Zhang Ping couldn't help but wonder, is he not suitable to be a magistrate?

There is no need to delay the situation at the moment, Zhang Ping immediately withdrew his thoughts and focused on looking at the official documents in his hand.

He carefully checked the documents for the river and water extraction project and approved the review. After reading a few pages of the official documents of the salt quotation, Shou Nianshan arrived.

The people thought that the mountain was closed for the Queen Mother to burn incense, and they all thought that the grandma's temple was effective. The county magistrate had no complaints. There were only some people gathered at the foot of the mountain to watch the fun.

A constable came to the report. He received the order from the county magistrate Zhang brought by the yamen runner who had sent a message, but he just gathered all the idle people. The Taoists in Cishou Temple were cleaning the hall, without knowing the fact that the ground was about to be destroyed.

Zhang Ping nodded and got off the carriage at the stone steps at the foot of the mountain. Liu Zhuanbu said, "If you are anxious, you will go up the mountain directly from the lane."

Zhang Ping asked someone to lead two horses, and bowed to Wumei again, "Please look around with your senior brother."

Wumei hurriedly said, "Aping, don't be so polite. Don't worry, senior brother doesn't know much, but he will definitely look carefully."

Zhubu Liu turned around and returned to the county to send Zhang Ping a review of the official documents. Zhang Ping and Wumei rode together along the lane up the mountain, and several constables followed each other.

The lane is not as straight up and down as walking stone steps, but circling around the mountain, allowing you to see more mountain views and see the fields and depressions around the mountain. Wumei couldn't help but say, "This mountain is so lonely. And the shape of the mountain is a round hill."

Beside the mountains and rivers, it is an excellent place for Feng Shui. Many emperors, generals and ministers are even used as mausoleums. However, when building tombs, the shape of the mountain is the most exquisite. The mountain is handsome and continuous, and the left and right peaks are like barriers. This is the best place. This mountain is like a bun squatting in the center of a large plate on the table. A river flowing through the side also breaks through the air, which even the plates holding the buns have cracks. It's really...

Wumei shook his head repeatedly.

Several detectives stared at the back of his head, and were fooling themselves in their hearts.

When they reached the top of the mountain, the slaughter leader led several constables to meet him: "Sir, I have always been here. Should the Taoist in the temple let him avoid it first?"

Zhang Ping signaled that there was no need to go straight to the direction of the big willow tree. The Taoist priest who was cleaning in front of Cishou Temple noticed keenly the moment Zhang Ping and Wumei appeared. Wumei also felt the sight that was shot from afar, so he closed his eyes slightly and pinched his fingers, looking in a masterful posture.

As soon as he walked to the stone wall carved with the miracle of Grandma Cishou, two small paths surrounded by a long bearded Taoist hurried out of the gate of Cishou Temple and walked towards this place.

The long-bearded Taoist bowed to Zhang Ping and said, "Mr. Magistrate, I am the abbot of Cishou Temple. Jingqing, has bowed his head."

Zhang Ping had already asked that there were only two or three incense Taoist Taoists in Cishou Temple, all of whom were Huoju Taoist priests who did not stay in the temple at night, but came to clean every day, sell incense and candles, and tell fortunes for others. The abbot of the temple and the other Taoist priests were invited by Xie Fu after re-educating Cishou Temple. Xie Fu, the former inhuman Taoist priests, did not treat him badly. One of them gave the post of Linglu in the morning, and another asked for a small door on the top of a mountain to test the fortunes and tell the incense for others. The oldest one, who was in charge of the spiritual spring on the hillside, was more oily and fat than before.

Zhang Ping looked at Jingqing and saw that he was about fifty years old and had a very outstanding appearance. The two little Taoist priests behind him were also very pretty. Against the backdrop, Wumei looked like a pig-killing man who had stole a Taoist robe. The little constable who told Zhang Ping had some words. Xie Fu had seen these Taoists first when he invited these Taoists back then, so every Taoist priest in the Taoist temple would definitely give Cishou Temple a long face.

After the abbot Jingqing and Zhang Ping met, they immediately bowed to Wumei again: "This fellow Taoist, you are polite."

Wumei hurriedly returned the gift and said, "Today, the magistrate came to pray for the empress dowager. Looking at the old willow tree next to him, it was said that it was a bit hindered and could afford it."

Jingqing glanced at Wumei and immediately lowered her eyes and said, "The magistrate and Lord Tu ask for it, so I will not bother you here." He bowed and then retreated.

The head of the slaughter greeted the constables to pick up the shovels and flock to the old willow tree. The Taoist priests in front of Cishou Temple and inside the door were burying their heads to clean up. A few of them looked here, and their eyes seemed to be purely curious.

When he arrived by the tree, the slaughter head clasped his fists at Zhang Ping again: "Sir, you pushed it directly from the root, or should you saw it first and then get the root?"

Zhang Ping silently looked at the willow tree in front of him. The two of them hugged each other together. The hanging branches were full of new green, swaying gently in the spring breeze.

The blue and idle clouds, green willows and green mountains are a beautiful scenery on earth.

Zhang Ping looked sideways at Wumei: "Is there any incense and candle on my senior brother?"

Wumei was stunned, and then immediately said, "Yes." He took out the incense from his carry-on bag and broke the fire. The slaughter head and the yamen runners retreated to the side and gave up the open space in front of the tree. Wumei digged the soil to burn the incense, then took out a stack of talisman paper from the bag, ignited it, and murmured. Zhang Ping bowed deeply to the willow tree.

He does not believe in ghosts and gods, but the tombs and coffins are the last destinations of people. If the world is pure and swaying, it should not be disturbed.

The head of the slaughter and the constables were a little unaware of the truth, and some of them knew the truth. Seeing this, somehow, they all felt that the little wind suddenly became cold, and they couldn't help but salute to the big tree with Zhang Ping.

Wumei took out a wine pot from the bag, walked with his steps, muttered words, walked around the incense, poured the wine in the pot around the incense-shaped paper, and then returned to the big tree, put away the wine pot, took out a copper bell, jingling, danced for a moment, closed the momentum, took out a small bag, pinched some red powder from the inside, and evenly sprinkled along the traces of the wine that had just been poured out.

The fragrance inserted in the soil has burned out, and the ash of the incinerated talisman paper was swept up by the wind, leaving only a little gray and white ash.

The head of the slaughter swallowed his saliva and asked in a low voice: "Sir, maybe a tree has risen?"
Chapter completed!