The little Taoist priest said, "Master, what... is this? Do you really want to give up Changchun Temple?"

Xuan Yi smiled and replied: "I can travel to the vast world, and I will go on a long journey."

The little Taoist looked at the dry well timidly and said, "But you are the master of Changchun Temple. Even if you travel far away and Changchun Temple is there, you will have a place to go."

Xuan Yi chuckled. As long as he learns to turn stones into gold, he can buy a big house, why bother to be wronged in this small Taoist temple?

He said, "Open the stone and lift the body out."

The two little Taoists looked at each other and swallowed their saliva. The person in this well was originally a wealthy businessman who was rich and wealthy when he passed by Chang Chunguan. Xuan Yi asked for money many times, but the wealthy businessman refused to give alms.

In a fit of anger, Xuan and his gangs of the two Taoists present, murdered their lives for money and threw them into the dry well.

Now several years have passed, and if Xuan Yi had not insisted on leaving Chang Chunguan, this matter would not have been revealed.

The two little Taoists dared not disobey Xuan Yi's intentions. They could only pull the hemp rope and go down to the well to carry the body.

The little Taoist went down to the bottom of the well and a foul smell rushed straight into his nose. Although he was afraid, he couldn't help looking at the corpse.

Because the environment is not dry enough, the surface of the corpse has become oily, and the patterns of cloth clothes worn by the man back then can be vaguely seen on the highly decayed corpse.

Xuan Yi paused in the wellu and asked, "Check carefully, are there any objects on him?"

The little Taoist priest dared not speak, and even more afraid to breathe. He endured his nausea and fear, closed his eyes and stretched out his hand over to explore.

Where can I have anything else for the rich businessman who had been looted back then? The little Taoist priest cursed Xuan Yi in his heart and shouted to the top: "No!"

Xuan Yi was suspicious. Zhao Chen Kang said that there should be a pearl or something on the gilded pedestal, so why didn't it not?

Maybe it was somewhere else and didn't carry it with him. Xuan Yi didn't think so, and said to the little Taoist priest beside him, "Pull him up."

"Yes." The little Taoist priest lowered his head and replied.

Xuan Yi bowed his hands and said, "Twist him to the back mountain and buried him."

"Why not burn it directly and destroy the corpse and traces?" asked the little Taoist priest.

Xuan Yi stroked the long beard of the navel and smiled and said, "It's burned? It won't make people suspicious if it comes out of smoke? If you let it bury it, it's too much."

"Yes, yes, or the master is thoughtful."

Xuan Yi was dreaming, and he thought that as long as he learned the art of turning stones into gold, he could buy a whole mountain, buy a thousand acres of fertile land, buy a hundred and eighty beautiful wives and concubines, have children and grandchildren, and eat all kinds of delicacies in the mountains and seas. How could there be more beautiful things in the world than this?

......

That night, the villagers at the foot of the mountain were about to sleep, but they heard a "dong" sound coming from the yard. In autumn nights, wild animals on the mountain often came down the mountain to find food.

The woman on the kang sat up and pushed the man beside her: "Go and have a look, don't be the wolf who is here to catch a chicken."

The man yawned sleepily and walked out the door. He saw a small bag on the ground through the moonlight. He looked around and the old man next door also walked out of the door.

The old man asked through the wall: "I'm listening to the sound outside?"

The man said, "Yes! I can hear it too. There is something in the yard."

The old man looked down and looked: "Huh?"

"Uncle, what's wrong?"

The old man paused and said dumbly, "Yin, silver!"

When the man heard this, he hurried over and hurried over, stomping the wall with both hands, and saw the old man sitting foolishly on the ground, holding a small bag in his hand, with silver ingots scattered on the ground.

At this time, several more families heard the exclamations, and the cry of surprise suddenly spread throughout the mountain village.

"Thank you, God of Wealth!"

"The God of Wealth has given you treasure!"

"The God of Wealth has appeared!"

"Wuwuwu, Dad, our family is rich and rich, and we can treat my mother's illness."

"Yes, yes, your mother is saved!"

Liu Shu, who was hiding not far away, saw this scene and felt mixed emotions. Scholars often say that it is better to teach people how to fish than to teach people how to fish, but how can these people learn how to "fishing" to help them?

With this money, the sick can recover as soon as possible, the elderly and those who have no place to raise food and clothing, children from poor families can study and learn to read, and farmers can buy oxen.

It’s the year again. People at the foot of Jinming Mountain can have a happy New Year and eat dumplings wrapped in fat pork. This is the greatest happiness for ordinary people!

He let out a long sigh, turned around and left, disappearing into the darkness.

Chen Kang sat alone in the room to practice writing. The candlelight could not shine the room clearly. After writing for a long time, his eyes would inevitably become sore. He held his wrist and stroked the rice paper, writing the word "quiet".

"Sanlang, the little one is back." Liu Shu shouted softly outside the door.

Chen Kang paused a little, put down his pen and ink, and shaking his sore wrists while saying, "Come in."

Liu Shu pushed open the door, walked in, bowed and bowed.

Chen Kang asked, "Have you found out?"

"Yes." Liu Shu said: "As Sanlang expected, it was as dark as the sky was getting dark. Two small paths came out of the back door and carried the things up the mountain. After they left, the younger one came forward to check. One bag was hidden gold and silver goods, and the other side... was a corpse."

Thinking of the appearance of the corpse, Liu Shu vomited slightly. In fact, he did "vap" sound.

Chen Kang smiled and handed him the teacup: "Press it up."

"Thank you, my son."

Liu Shu took the teacup, drank a few sips of tea, and finally suppressed the disgust.

He placed the teacup on the table and said, "The small body is buried again." Then he handed a strip of cloth to Chen Kang, who took the strip of cloth and held it in his hand and watched.

Liu Shu continued: "The small one brought back that bag of money, and there was a gilded pedestal."

Chen Kang nodded and said, "Hmph, at this time he can't give up everything and leave a way out for himself. If I guess well these things belong to Zhao Wanxi, keep them first and return them to her until the truth is revealed."

"yes."

Thinking of the body that might be Zhao Wanxi's father, Liu Shu also sighed and continued: "At night, all the Taoists on the mountain came down and included the finances in small portions. They distributed them from the village at the foot of the mountain to Ningfu Village twenty miles away before they were dispersed."

After replying, Liu Shu asked, "What else do you need to do next?"

Chen Kang thought for a moment and said, "Sit down to wait for the rain to come."

"Knock and knock" three sounds.

Chen Kang looked up and winked at Liu Shu.

Liu Shu asked loudly, "Who knocks on the door?"

The person outside the door coughed twice and replied, "I'm going down to Zhang Gaotai, has Chen Sanlang gone to bed? If he goes to bed, he's coming again tomorrow."

Zhangge?

Chen Kang was a little surprised. He got up and Liu Shu went to open the door first.

Zhang Ge asked with a smile: "Chen Sanlang, aren't you invited to come in?"

Chen Kang looked at his movements and expressions carefully, but he didn't see any change. He twisted his cuffs, moved away from his body, and smiled and said, "Brother Zhang, please come in."

Zhang Ge smiled, came in, sat on the chair for guests, Chen Kang turned his head and said, "Ashu, prepare tea."
Chapter completed!