The Path Toward Heaven Chapter 91: Wang Xiaoming’s half life

Shi Fengchen walked into the room, took out a thick stack of files from the hidden compartment in the corner of the closet, carried it to the desk and started looking through it again.

These files are all about Zhao Layue and Jing Jiu.

Last year, Qingtiansi’s investigation was terminated, and these files were collected in the warehouse, and a lot of dust accumulated until he quietly brought them home dozens of days ago.

The dossier was turned over, and the words and portraits on it were already thoroughly familiar to him. It was seventy-four lives and countless **** pictures.

Those images flashed before his eyes, and then overlapped with the images from years ago.

"Can a monk kill at will?"

Shi Fengchen closed the dossier and said after a moment of silence: "I won't let a second Taiping real person appear in the Qingshan Sect."

He has a very poor view of the Qingshan Sect. He presided over the Qingtian Siyamen in Nanhe Prefecture a few years ago and saw those Liangwangfeng disciples act, and he strengthened this view.

The so-called jealousy is just cruel and easy to kill. The style of Qingshanzong will inevitably bring forth evil.

Scourge to the world.

Zhao Layue's monastic talent, future status, and acting style make him naturally think of the scourge of the year.

So Zhao Layue must die.

He can't tell anyone about this matter, because the Taiping real person's matter is the biggest secret of the monastic world, and the biggest stain of the Qingshan Sect.

If he used this reason to say something, everyone would think he was crazy, and would never believe it. The Green Mountain Sect would even kill him directly.

He wanted to meet with His Majesty the Emperor and express his worries, but he never expected that the concubine would never call him again.

What else can he do without seeing your Majesty?

In this year, he was thinking about **** Zhao Layue, but he couldn't find any way.

Until a few days ago, he had nothing to do, sorting out the books of the recent period, and suddenly a problem appeared.

The Duanli Pills in the palace are supplied by Qingtiansi, and the dosage has been much less these days.

In recent years, your Majesty has favored Concubine Hu Guifei, and the dosage of Duanli Pills has been reduced. Everyone can think of what this means.

Even he was skeptical, His Majesty never thought about hiding it.

He tried to get in touch with the Prince's Mansion, and the other party was really shocked.

The reaction of the Prince's Mansion made him find that the Prince and the close ministers around him were really stupid, and he couldn't see that this was a temptation from his Majesty.

Of course, such a prince can be used.

With a squeak, the courtyard door opened.

Shi Fengchen woke up from contemplation, put the file back in, and walked out the door.

A young boy with the appearance of a small servant turned around and closed the door, looked at him and said happily: "Master, are you back?"

The boy has some inconvenience in his legs and feet, and he is struggling to walk with a basket of vegetables.

Shi Fengchen said: "How many times have I said, don't call me master."

"Okay..." The boy looked at his face and said cautiously: "Master."

Shi Fengchen couldn't help but smile.

Seeing his smile, the boy was joyful from the heart, his voice was a few points louder, and said: "I bought fresh cabbage and fried bacon tonight."

Shi Fengchen wanted to say that he had eaten it, but looking at his smile, he just shook his head and said, "Do less."

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Looking at the thin figure busy by the stove, Shi Fengchen showed a worried look in his eyes.

The kid was named Wang Xiaoming, who he picked up from the rubble many years ago.

That year, the two monks of the Xihai Sword Sect and the Kunlun Sect engaged in a battle in Funiu Mountain, which ended in a draw.

It is said that afterwards, the two parties greeted each other and drank several cups of precious tongue tea on the Yunzhou.

It's just that these two ascetics didn't expect that the aftermath of their Daoist wars shocked a large area of ​​the mountain.

There was a heavy rain that night, and mudslides rushed out of the mountains and swallowed a village.

Of course, even if they knew it, they didn't care.

I don’t know how many times such things have been born in Chaotianda 6. The court and the righteous sects have already had experience.

Qingtiansi, in a sense, is a yamen dedicated to wiping the buttocks of practitioners.

At that time, Shi Fengchen was still a middle-level official of the Qingtian Division. Looking at the devastated mountains, he felt a little bit cold, and he couldn't produce much anger because he was really helpless.

According to the usual practice, the court will pay compensation to the villagers on behalf of both parties, and some local officials who love the people like a child will even help them rebuild their houses.

The problem is that all the villagers are dead, who will be paid for? Who will live in the rebuilt house?

Just as he was about to leave, suddenly a faint cry came from the pile of mud and rocks, and it turned out that not everyone was dead.

Shi Fengchen adopted the baby whose leg was broken by a rock. In order to let him live safely, he gave him the most common name.

Since then, Wang Xiaoming has been following him from Yuzhou to Nanhezhou and then to Chaoge City, doing trivial chores.

Shi Fengchen hadn't taught him anything, even literacy and reading.

Now Wang Xiaoming is working in a warehouse in Qingtian Division, and will come back to see him when he takes a break twice a month.

"Master, the meal is ready."

Wang Xiaoming's voice came from the stove.

Shi Fengchen carried a bowl of white rice, looked at the tempting plate of fried bacon with white rapeseed on the stove, and said, "Don't spend money at will in the future."

Although his salary is not low, most of it is spent elsewhere. He is very poor, and naturally he can't give Wang Xiaoming any money.

Wang Xiaoming smiled and said: "The bacon was given to 72, no money."

Shi Fengchen knew that the seventy-two he was talking about was one of his fellow workers, so he didn't say anything.

After the meal, Wang Xiaoming brought a cup of hot tea and said, "Master, drink tea."

Shi Fengchen took the tea and drank, and squinted his eyes.

Tea is a thick tea that is often drunk at home, but as long as it is hot enough, it will be comfortable to drink.

Wang Xiaoming knew that Shi Fengchen was in a very good mood at this time, and asked cautiously: "Master, when can I learn from you?"

Shi Fengchen opened his eyes, looked at him and asked: "You really want to learn from me?"

"Yes."

Wang Xiaoming's expression is serious.

Shi Fengchen was silent for a while and said: "Actually, you don't know. I invited people to see you when you were young. You have a very good foundation and you should have a future in your practice."

Suddenly Wang Xiaoming stood up and shouted angrily: "I don't practice! I want to learn from Master you to investigate crimes."

"Investigation requires brains, but in the face of absolute power, conspiracy doesn't make much sense, and so is wisdom."

Shi Fengchen looked into his eyes and said very solemnly: "All we face are ascetics. If you want to learn from me to investigate cases, you have to practice and become stronger than them... Back then, I worshipped Under the Sanqing Sect, I think so, but unfortunately my talent is too ordinary and I can’t go too far on this road, but you can."

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Three days later~IndoMTL.com~ Zhao Layue went to Mingcui Valley alone.

The name Mingcui Valley is very common, indicating that the scenery is also very common. It is not worthy of being given a special name, and the road into the valley is very steep and difficult, even in the most suitable time for spring. Tourists.

No matter how steep and difficult the road is, it is not a problem for the ascetics, so the ascetics can see more scenery than ordinary people. Of course, there are occasional dangers.

There is a small stream in Mingcui Valley, and there is a small Taoist temple in disrepair by the stream.

She walked into the Taoist temple, only to realize that the Taoist temple is a formation.

(End of this chapter)

　　

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