The master and the apprentice called to the old man together, and suddenly found that they were still in the ruined temple, and it was just a dream. , it was already bright at this time, and the early morning wind blew over, making the cold people shiver.
The fire had burned out, and reddish fire lumps were faintly visible.
The breeze picked up a handful of dead grass and immediately placed it on the fire.
A thick smoke slowly came out of the fire, making a roaring sound, and flames burst out. , Zhao's master and apprentice suddenly felt much better.
"Master, I had a dream.
Why is it so cold?"
Xin Yun couldn't help but sigh.
Qingfeng immediately felt a little strange and asked.
"You dreamed of an old man with all white hair and beard."
Hard work was taken aback and asked mysteriously.
"Master, you are becoming more and more enlightened.
Whatever my disciple is dreaming about, you know what kind of profound Taoism it is."
Qingfeng smiled and pinched Xin Yun's nose.
"A good boy, as a teacher, he really has this wonderful method, why can't he teach it to you?
I'm just afraid that you won't learn it."
Xin Yun suddenly became energetic and his eyes glowed green.
"Master, is there really such a method?
If so, no matter how hard it is, my disciple will definitely learn it."
"I also had a dream when I was thinking about beautiful things, and I also dreamed about the old man with all white beard and hair," Qingfeng said calmly.
Xin Yun was stunned and speechless for a moment.
He immediately stood up and looked at the dilapidated small temple again.
Buried in the mounds covered with wormwood are rubble and rotten wooden boards, many of which have traces of colored paint.
"Master, this small temple has some background."
"Well, it seems that the strange dream our master and disciple had last night was related to this temple," Qingfeng sighed.
"Master, there are painted wooden boards buried in this mound.
Disciple, dig it out and take a look."
Xin Yun was still staring at the mound.
Qingfeng nodded, immediately took out the Wushu Bagua Sword and started digging on the mound.
The sword stabbed down and the rubble it hit made a loud sound.
Qingfeng went out of the temple and cut down branches, whittled them into simple wooden shovels, and helped Xin Yun dig the soil.
There are naturally broken rubble, and there are also a few painted boards.
The breeze tied a brush with mugwort and swept away the wet soil, releasing a musty smell.
"Master, these boards look like plaques in a temple."
Xin Yun saw that one of the boards was engraved with a pattern and boldly speculated.
"Well, it does look like the plaque in the temple.
Although the paint here is peeling off, it seems to have been inscribed on it," Qingfeng said, pointing to one of the slightly larger boards.
"Master, that's great.
After reading these boards, we will know who is enshrined here."
After saying that, Xin Yun tied a brush with wormwood and cleaned the remaining boards.
What happened was contrary to expectations.
Of the remaining boards, only one hook stroke could be seen, and the rest were completely peeled off.
Xin Yun looked disappointed and simply threw the mugwort in his hand and stopped moving.
"Master, I have been busy for a long time and only saw one hook.
How can I see any clues here?"
Qingfeng picked up the board calmly and looked at the hook carefully.
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"Master, isn't it just a stroke?
I don't believe you can see the flowers," Xin Yun said hurriedly.
"Do you still remember the old man's last name?"
Qingfeng asked.
"Master, you are saying that this stroke is exactly a square character."
Xin Yun followed the master's words.
"Yes, Master, if my guess is correct, this temple is dedicated to the Fang Gong in the dream," Qingfeng said seriously.
"Master, where are Fang Gong's friends?"
Xin Yun thought of Fang Gong's instructions in the dream again.
"Maybe the opportunity hasn't come yet," Qingfeng couldn't help but sigh.
Xin Yun nodded.
"Master, just let it take its course.
It's already getting bright.
Let's get on our way quickly."
Qingfeng did not agree and signaled Xin Yun to wait for a moment.
"I'll wait for my teacher to do another divination to see if there are any changes to the divination last night."
He took out six copper coins, and the breeze gathered them in his hands.
Xin Yun did not disturb the master and looked outside the temple.
At this time, a figure not far away jumped through the temple and rushed towards him.
"He's a lame after all."
The lame man in the nursery left a deep impression on Xin Yun.
Now when he saw the cripple, he couldn't help but think of it.
The copper coin in Master Qingfeng's hand fell to the ground, and the guest occupied the host position, just like the dove occupying the magpie's nest.
"Xin Yun, come here" Xin Yun couldn't help being startled, stopped looking at the cripple outside the temple, and hurriedly came to the master's side.
"Master, how is everything going in Changshi City?"
Qingfeng shook his head repeatedly.
"Judging from the hexagrams, I'm afraid something is going to happen."
"Ah, no, there is a person outside the temple.
He is a cripple.
My disciple was thinking wildly just now.
He is not really the cripple from the Nursery."
Xin Yun was shocked.
Qingfeng asked immediately.
"A lame man really came outside the temple."
"Master, there really is a divination here just now, and my disciple accidentally saw it."
After saying that, Xin Yun led the master out of the temple.
The figure of the cripple gradually became clearer.
He was the one in the nursery.
"What are you talking about?"
Xin Yun sighed, and the master and apprentice hurriedly ran over to greet him.
As soon as the three of them met, the cripple fell to his knees, panting and begging.
"Master, I have found you.
Please save Father Dai."
Qingfeng hurriedly helped him up.
"Get up quickly and tell me slowly what happened, Father Dai, what happened to him?"
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"Someone was killed last night.
They framed the priest and sent him to the government."
"It's probably that gang of scoundrels who are looking for trouble again, and they are indispensable everywhere," Xin Yun said angrily.
"Heavenly Master, please think of a solution quickly or else, Father," the lame man was so anxious that he was sweating.
"Don't be anxious about this matter.
People's lives are at stake.
The priest is a foreigner and the government will not be hasty.
You just lead the way.
The poor master and apprentice will pass right away," Qingfeng said calmly.
The lame man responded and led the way, talking about the man who was killed.
It turned out that the person who lost his life last night was a famous drunkard from Liujiaxiang in Changshi City.
This person has been addicted to alcohol all his life.
He drinks every moment, even if it is just a bowl of gruel, he still has wine as a meal.
The ancestors still had some meager crops, but he sold them all in exchange for wine.
How can a girl dare to get married in such a day when she is so unwilling to make progress and despise herself?
She is still alone, and was given the nickname "Drunkard Liu".
Last night was like usual.
He bought wine at his old place and went to work alone.
Drink and enjoy yourself.
Because he is an alcoholic, and it is normal for him to sleep on the streets while drunk.
No passersby will care.
Somehow, some gangsters passed by and wanted to play tricks on him, but unexpectedly he died.
Suddenly, the street became lively, and several gangsters even said they had picked up evidence left by the murder suspect next to him.
Less than a moment later, they rushed into the nursery with a loud noise, tied up Father Dai, and escorted him to the government.
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