"How did they die?"

Yuan Piaotou snatched a step forward and asked anxiously.

Boss Zhou said, "I didn't see you, but I don't know. I heard from the Ruan brothers that the three Shi Tou brothers were all opened and their stomachs were broken, and the ground was covered with blood. They died miserably, as if they were eaten by beasts."

"This, this..."

Yuan Piaotou's face turned pale, and he remembered the death of the scholar surnamed Yang, which was exactly the same. The two places, dozens of miles apart, had two disasters in a short time...

He suddenly thought of something, and was shocked in his heart and shouted: "Go, go quickly!"

He didn't even care about food or water, and he swung his whip and ran wildly.

Although the players from Shunfu Escort Agency were not sure about the situation for a while, they were all old men and without hesitation. They immediately drove their horses and drove away with Yuan Pao Head.

"What's wrong? This is..."

Boss Zhou was stunned on the spot, his eyes were blank. But soon, he felt something was wrong. He opened a shop next to this official road and welcomed and sent it. Among the merchants, there were many people from all walks of life and all kinds of genius. He often talked about some activities in the shed and various vicious incidents. Under the influence of his eyes, he was exactly the same saying: I have never eaten pork, and I have seen pigs running.

Immediately shouted to the two gangs: "Cut the stall, collect the stall and go home. Each of them will take a piece of meat to get the salary."

The two gangsters thought they were eating a large piece of meat, but unexpectedly they were paid for their wages. They suddenly became depressed and were all scolding the "boss" in their hearts.

After a while, there was only Chen Tang sitting under the shade of the tree left on the scene.

He knew why Yuan Piao and others were eager to leave. There was an important taboo for them to ward: when encountering evil spirits, avoid them and take a detour!

Yuan Piaotou has already determined that the death of Yang Hong and others is related to evil spirits.

"Does I have the halo of disaster stars on my body? Wherever I go, something will happen?"

Chen Tang sighed.

But when I thought about it, I felt that this was not the case at all.

This world is not normal, evil spirits are causing disaster, demons are dancing around, and it is also catching up with an era of turbulent times, and those bad things will only increase.

Wouldn't Yang Hong die if he didn't meet Chen Tang?

No, he would probably die as well as the three brothers of Stone whom he had never met died tragically under the foothills.

Now while Chen Tang was thinking about things, innocent people might be dying elsewhere.

"Blame me..."

Chen Tang laughed at him.

But soon, he threw away these meaningless and meaningless distractions. It is not advisable to stay here for a long time, as it is better to leave.

Chen Tang immediately set off and became more eager to practice martial arts. Compared with mysterious magic, martial arts is undoubtedly a more realistic choice.

He has practiced the energy of heaven and man, and practicing martial arts will become much easier.

This world is becoming more and more uneasy, full of dangers and dangerous. The scholars themselves have the kind of physique that is prone to provoke evil spirits, which seems even more dangerous.

...

There is a quiet alley in Panzhou Prefecture, the northwest area. At the end of the alley is a Taoist temple.

The Taoist temple is not big, it is very elegant. There is a osmanthus flower planted in the front yard, with green leaves and paved like a cover.

On the banner of the courtyard gate, there is a plaque hanging on it, with two words written on it: Fushan!

This place belongs to Fushan Temple.

There was an old Taoist priest in the temple, plus two Taoist boys. At the beginning of the year, Zhan Yangchun came out of Fushan and traveled around. When he arrived in Panzhou, he lived in this temple. It had been half a year in a flash.

Fushan Temple is different from other temples. It does not open the mountain gate, does not accept the incense of believers, detached from the world, and is devoted to cultivating immortals and seeking Taoism.

The old host of Panzhou Fenguan, Taoist name: Fu Sheng, I don’t know if it’s old or because of this, I’m quite lazy and rarely manage civil affairs. I only put a merit box outside the gate of the temple. Passersby and those who come to visit, if you have any intention, you can put the money in. Every once in a while, the Taoist boy unboxes and withdraws money.

But if you don’t sell incense, you don’t even have the chance to come in to worship the Sanqing Daojun, who is willing to throw away money?

Therefore, the merit box is often empty. Originally, the box was opened once a month, but later it was opened once a half year. Until now, it is not necessarily opened once a year.

When Zhan Yangchun first came, he had a lot of complaints about the dusk situation of the Fenguan. In contrast, the Jinchan Temple in the same city was prosperous and the people made money, and opened the door to convenience. All day long, there were endless believers coming to worship. The golden body of the Main Hall was magnificent and full of appearance.

It is said that there are countless industries under the name of Jinchan Temple, with thousands of acres of fertile land. The street where the temple is located belongs to them, and they really eat vegetarian food every day and are rich.

However, Zhan Yangchun was just a disciple of the traveling party and had no right to speak for local observations. Moreover, he also understood that the atmosphere in the entire Fushan Temple was basically the same. When he got older, he began to maintain his health and was too lazy to manage his livelihood.

Living in the temple, Zhan Yangchun rarely talked to the old Taoist priest. He ran out almost every day, either to look at calligraphy and paintings or with Master Zhao San.

Today, he stayed in the inner room of the temple and prepared various materials. He was going to complete the last craft of the painted skin and refine the finished product.

This painting leather is made of thick and exquisite, and is of high quality. It should have existed for quite a long time, at least a hundred years of history, which is quite rare. It is not that it costs 3,000 yuan to buy it from Chen Tang. It is not a small amount for Zhan Yangchun, and he still owes nearly 1,000 yuan to Mr. Zhao.

But that's the case for money. The poorer it is, the harder it is to make money; but once you go to class, it becomes much easier and easier to make money. It's like a farmer facing the loess and backs, sweating down the grain every day, and working hard for a lifetime. In the end, he may not even be able to accumulate a coffin; but for a wealthy and identifiable person, that little money may be a meal in daily life.

At present, Zhan Yangchun is mastering magic and is an internal expert, making money is not difficult for him.

He made this painted skin, and if he took it out and sold it, he could sell it for about 10,000 yuan; if he took the cost, he would make two or three thousand yuan.

Master Zhao San held the coins in his hand and was waiting for him to sell them.

But it was said that Zhan Yangchun was busy, and the old host Fu Sheng actually came over, called him out, and recommended him to meet Mr. Hu.

The old host only said one thing: Fushan Fenguan owed Mr. Hu a favor and asked Zhan Yangchun to pay it back.

Zhan Yangchun didn't ask much and followed Mr. Hu to find Chen Tang. Unexpectedly, he was told that Chen Tang had gone out of the city to study.

Unable to find anyone, Mr. Hu had to give up and return to Hujiazhuang in a bad mood; and Zhan Yangchun returned to Fenguan and wanted to continue to refine the painted skin.

But he had not sat firmly on his butt yet, Zhou Yang from Shunfu Escort Agency came to invite him.

It turned out that Yuan Piao Head of Shunfu Escort Agency found Yang Hong's body on the way to Panzhou Prefecture, and rushed into the city to inform Mr. Zhao. Mr. Zhao pondered for a while and decided to report to the official.

Yang Hong's death is suspicious and may involve more lives, but Yan Zhifeng, the Tongzhi, who was responsible for handling the matter, was unwilling to make a big deal. He took the body away and said that he would send someone to inform the Yang Hong family to recognize the body tomorrow. As for the matter of the three Shitou brothers, he would have to send a yamen runner out of the city tomorrow for investigation.

Master Zhao San was dissatisfied with the yamen's procrastination, but it was not easy to get into trouble. After returning home, he immediately ordered Zhou Yang to go out and invite Zhan Yangchun.

After Zhan Yangchun arrived, Yuan Piaotou said the whole story again.

Mr. Zhao San's face was solemn: "Brother Zhan, before I sent my body to the yamen, I had observed it and found that there was a black hair in my abdomen. This should be evidence. I wanted to submit it to the yamen, but they believed that it was a wild beast that harmed people and did not do anything else. So I detained this object. Let's see, what kind of ferocious beast was left behind?"
Chapter completed!