Simulated Immortal Cultivation: Beginning with Changchun's Immortality

Chapter 95 Homecoming
Slaughtering cattle, human trafficking, and offering blood to prostitutes, any one of them is a felony in Dayong.

Needless to say, the whistleblower was the well-known Daoist Qingyuan of Shuofang Mansion, who immediately attracted the attention of the county government.

The sky was getting darker, and the magistrate of Fushui County was awakened from his sleep in a daze by the servants.

Sun Xilin was surprised at first when he found out that such a horrific case happened under his administration, and then he was overjoyed.

There are many hills in Fushui County, and the poor mountains and rivers make trouble for the people, and the toughness of the folk customs is naturally expected.

This old parent is also a mediocre person. After being an official for many years, small cases cannot be solved, major cases cannot be touched, and every major plan can only get a mediocre evaluation.

If you want to cater to the Shangguan, you have nowhere to go.

After wasting most of his life, he was actually just a small county magistrate of the seventh rank.

Originally, Sun Xilin was planning to start a bad business, and while he was still in office, he would make a good fortune and go back to be a rich man. Wouldn't it be wonderful, but at this time, an opportunity quietly appeared in front of him.

Daoist Qingyuan is a guest of the Lord of the House, if he can build a relationship with him, why worry about not being able to get an outstanding evaluation next year.

He couldn't wait for the servants to inform the inspection, but he personally picked up some troops, and rushed to Xiahe Village to arrest the criminals.

However, what the poor county lord didn't know was that the big man he was talking about had already boarded the car back to the city, chatting and laughing with Li Yan along the way.

Accompanied by two young children carved in pink and jade, they sucked their fingers and looked at the two Taoists in the carriage without crying or fussing. They were the human sacrifices bought by Master Huang to enshrine Lord Lancang.

Because they were trafficked, the only person who knew about it, Master Huang, also died in the hands of Li Yan. The two children had no relatives in Xiahe Village, so Xu Xiuyuan simply proposed to adopt them in his Taoist temple.

After all, transportation is inconvenient these days, and most people may never leave a county in their lifetime. It is extremely difficult to find family members for two speechless children.

Qingyang Temple is full of incense, more than enough to support two boys.

It's not difficult for Li Yan to see that the other party's behavior is to make a good impression on himself, which means he has intentions to do good.

It's just that a gentleman doesn't care about his deeds, and the other party has done a good deed, so why should he blame himself.

Perhaps it was the encounter between the two little things that made Li Yan feel a little emotional.

After more than ten years of military disasters in the Yong Kingdom, now that the dust has settled, the people finally have a chance to recuperate, how many families had to sell their sons and daughters in order to survive.

If it weren't for the fact that he couldn't survive at the beginning, the father wouldn't have thought of selling the youngest son, and whether he could embark on the road is another matter.

It can be seen that every drink and peck is pre-determined, and there is a reason for it.

Li Yan had the idea of ​​going back to have a look, so he only stayed in Qingyang Temple for one night, and then bid farewell to Xu Xiuyuan.

Xu Xiuyuan saw that he couldn't stop him, so he sent a lot of silver taels for him to chew on the way.

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A few days later, a small town in the southwest of Lu'an Mansion.

It is said to be a small town, but it is actually a larger town called Qingniu Town. Only those native people who live in the nearby ravines and have little knowledge can call "Qingniu City" and "Qingniu City" non-stop.

It's just that there are too many people calling, and even the residents of this town will inevitably have the idea of ​​being a city person.

Qingniu Town is indeed not big, the main street is only one east-west direction of Woniu Street, and even the inn is only a decent inn, Sifang Inn is located at the west end of the elongated town. live here.

At noon, a young Taoist priest led a steed and walked slowly into the city along the flow of people.

It didn't stop until the entrance of Sifang Inn.

In a small town like Qingniu Town, there are only a few hundred households in total, and there are familiar faces in the neighborhood, and no one knows the other.

However, the rather unfamiliar Taoist priest in front of him seemed to be familiar with him. He led the horse to the waiter of the inn, and swaggered into the wine shop on the ground floor.

The restaurant is not too big, and even the tables and chairs are a bit old, but it has an antique charm.

Because it is lunch time now, there are not a few guests eating in the restaurant, and it can even be said that there are no empty seats.

The Taoist was also strange, he didn't want millet, rice, or wine and vegetables, but he just told the store to use good fodder mixed with chicken and soybeans to feed the horse that was traveling with him.

This person was naturally Li Yan who was going home to visit relatives.

"This Taoist priest would rather starve himself than feed his beloved horse. It can be seen that he is also a horse lover."

A good-natured joke came from another table, and a young man teased him.

Looking at the clothes on his body and the stick wrapped in iron in his hand, it is obvious that he is a traveler who escorts the darts, but he is an old colleague in the previous life.

Li Yan couldn't help but smile a little.

"The kung fu practiced by Poor Dao requires bigu. It has been a long time since he became a small success. He has not eaten five grains. However, the horse carries Poor Dao every day. There is hard work even if there is no credit. It needs to be fed some good food."

Li Yan seemed to have put the package on the table unintentionally, together with the talisman sword on his back.

The head of the bodyguard at the side snorted coldly, the hand smiled awkwardly, and couldn't help but look away.

Those who are bodyguards these days will have some martial arts skills, armed with sharp weapons, and will kill themselves. When they see a fat sheep who is alone, they will inevitably act as a robber.

What Li Yan said was also to deter the other party.

After all, the horse I brought down from the mountain has no variegated hair and strong hooves. It can easily be sold for hundreds of taels of silver in the market, which is worth half a year's harvest of the Escort Bureau.

Li Yan claimed that he was not a murderous monster, so why did he bother to fish and enforce the law, which added a bit of uncertainty.

No, the old escort understood his hint.

While the horse was resting, Li Yan inquired about Lijia Village from the shopkeeper.

Although I went to the market once with my father and elder brother when I was young, after all, it is a long time, and because I was still young at that time, I slept on the back of a donkey all the way, so I don't remember where I came from.

Even Qingniu Town, Li Yan found out about it all the way.

The speaker has no intention, the listener has the heart.

"You young man, but you are going to Li Family Village to find relatives?"

Before Li Yan could finish his sentence, an old farmer in the corner, smoking a pipe, suddenly spoke out.

"It's not a coincidence, Mr. Li Si is from that village, you can ask him if you have anything."

The shopkeeper looked up at the old farmer who had heard the sound, and suddenly laughed.

Li Yan heard the reputation, with a thin body and a few wrinkles on his withered forehead, he took two puffs of cigarettes and a sip of wine from time to time, feeling very comfortable.

The other party's appearance was vaguely familiar, Li Yan thought for a moment, then suddenly shouted with a smile.

"Fourth Lord, I am the third boy of Li Dazhuang's family. You hugged me when you were young!"

Hearing this, the old man was stunned, put down the pipe in his hand, and looked at the Taoist in disbelief.

"Are you—a dog?!"

　Ahem, I couldn't get up in the morning, so I got the two changes done today, and the one owed yesterday will be paid back tomorrow.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)