Xuan Yi swung his arm and slapped Xu Cong in the face.

The slap made Xu Cong dizzy, and Xuan Yi fell to the ground because he used too much force. Xu Cong didn't care about the scorching pain on his face and went forward to help him.

Xuan pushed him away: "Get out!"

Xu Cong fell to the ground, and Xuan got up and walked towards Chen Kang, roaring and cursing: "Baby! You lied to me so hard! I will strangle you to death!"

When he was talking, a man in soap clothes suddenly jumped up from the crowd. He heard the sound of wind in his ears tearing through the sky, and the fallen leaves swept up. The man hit Xuan Yi on the back with a stick.

Xuan Yi fell forward inertia, and with a "ah" sound, he fell heavily and chewed shit.

"What a handsome kung fu!" Jiang Liuxian praised.

"Xuan Yi! You said, who are you going to kill?"

The crowd was scattered on both sides, and Zhang Chong stepped over with his hands. Zhang Ge followed his father, and several servants carried a highly rotten corpse, carrying a body full of righteousness and smell of rotten meat.

Zhang Chong pointed at the body, glared and asked, "Look at who this person is!"

Chen Kang stepped aside without any trace, Wang Lucai covered his nose with folded fan and asked in a low voice: "What's going on?"

Chen Kang smiled and said, "I will suffer."

Two yamen runners went to the hall in this yard, and Zhang Chong sat on the chair. The two yamen runners directly clasped Xuan's hands on the ground. In front of him was Zhao Wanxi's father.

Xuan Yi knelt on the ground, trembling all over, his eyes rolled around and shouted, "It's unfair!"

Zhang Chong snorted coldly and said, "I have not asked you yet, and I shouted for injustice, which shows my guilt. Come on! Don't come over the shackles and hit the powerful stick thirty."

"Oh!" Xuan bowed and said, "Sir, you are wronged! I am wronged! The old Taoist can't stand this stick!"

Zhang Chong narrowed his eyes and said, "To be honest, I have already understood the matter of your money and killing you. If you know the truth, I will tell you one by one. If you don't recognize me, don't blame me for not having eyes on my stick!"

Xuan Yizi saw the corpse in front of him and knew that things had changed. He regretted it so much at this moment. If he took some risks that day and burned him all, wouldn’t he have no evidence of death?

At this moment, he no longer cared about the idea of ​​turning stones into gold, and only hoped to escape and save his life.

He said tremblingly: "I don't know, I don't know."

Zhang Chong snorted coldly, turned his eyes to the two little Taoist priests who were kneeling far away, and asked, "Okay, okay, since you are old, I will not make things difficult for you."

He pointed to the two little Taoists and said, "The two of them colluded with the demon Taoist, but they were young and strong and could withstand the stick and beat them!"

"Yes!" The yachao responded in unison and went forward. He went in groups of four. The two of them scored the left and right with sticks to push him over. The other two took off the trousers of the trousers and then beat him.

"Bang"

"Bang"

"Bang"

"Bang"

The thick boards slammed on Xiaodao's snow-white buttocks, but after a few seconds, they saw a piece of blue and purple. The little Taoist priest wailed and begged for mercy.

"Don't beat adults, don't beat adults! They are all made by Xuanyi! They are all made by Xuanyi!"

Zhang Chong raised his hand, the Yamashi stopped the stick and asked, "Tell me in detail!"

Xuan Yi shouted like crazy: "Shut up!"

The little Taoist priest trembled all over and stopped talking.

Zhang Chong snorted coldly and said, "Clog his mouth."

Two yamen staff stepped forward and stuffed a piece of rotten cloth into Xuan Yi's mouth. Xuan Yi struggled desperately, staring at the two little Taoist priests with threatening eyes.

Zhang Chong snorted coldly: "Test again!"

As he said that, the little Taoist priest was pressed to the ground again, and blood was already splattering on the buttocks of the other little Taoist priest: "I said! I said! Let me say!"

Zhang Chong nodded and said, "Speak!"

The little Taoist priest burst into tears, not because he regretted helping Xuanyi kill, but because it hurt too much. He cried and said, "Five years ago, it was the fifteenth year of Jiajing. In June of that year, a businessman passed by Jinming Mountain and stayed in Guanli at night. This man's surname was Zhao and his name was Xing. He came from Yuezhou to Runing Mansion to sell Nanyang jade."

Seeing this, another little Taoist priest rushed to say, "I said, let me say! Master asked me to serve Zhao Xing, I know more!"

Xuan Yi burst into tears, and a "whimper" sound came from his mouth, as if he was cursing.

"Okay, say it." Zhang Chong said.

The little Taoist priest clearly heard the master who was raising him, but he didn't look back and said, "My master likes to get close to the merchants he comes and goes, so he invited Zhao Xing to drink that night. After a while, the two of them had a very harmonious conversation. After drinking, Zhao Xing got out of his mind and said that he had a treasure. The treasure was priceless and beautiful, so it made people love it. At this point, the master stared at him. He tried hard to get Zhao Xing drunk, and found out from his bag that they were all ordinary gold, silver, jade bracelets, etc., and only one thing was made of gilt. The master thought gilt was not valuable, but he felt that the treasure Zhao Xing was talking about was it, so he wanted to take it for himself."

"At this moment, Zhao Xing woke up and saw his master tumbling his bag. He was very displeased and argued with him. The master asked him for the gilded artifact, but Zhao Xing naturally refused and said that the object was his treasure. The master wanted to ask for money again, but Zhao Xing refused. So..."

When the little Taoist priest said this, he finally settled down and looked at Xuan Yi.

But Xuan Yi had already lost hope. His hair was mixed with the floating long beard on his chest, and his precious Taoist robe was flapping like a bad look. He lost all the glory of the past, and he looked like a down-and-out beggar.

The little Taoist priest gritted his teeth and turned to look at Zhang Chong and said, "Master snatched that object, used it, and used it...beat Zhao Xing to death and threw it into the dry well in the backyard of the Taoist temple. Until a few days ago, when Master was about to leave the Taoist temple, he was worried about Zhao Xing's body, so he buryed him in the south of Jinming Mountain."

Xuan Yi drooped his head and cried bitterly, his slightly fat body trembling. He looked at Xu Cong, hoping that Xu Cong could say something for him.

But Xu Cong was already stunned when he heard this. When he understood, he took several steps back and wanted to hide in the crowd.

Seeing this scene, Xuan Yi kept shaking his head, his eyes full of disappointment.

Zhang Chong turned his eyes to Xuan Yi and said, "Take off the mouth cloth."

The yachao pulled out the gag cloth, and Zhang Chong continued to ask, "Do you have something to say?"

Xuan shook his head, tears fell, and he slowly said, "There is nothing to say. I plead guilty."

Zhang Chong smiled slightly with satisfaction, looked up at Shen Kang, and smiled again.

Shen Kang bowed, bowed down and then stayed out of the matter.
Chapter completed!