River Tuluo Xian

Chapter 29
"This dead monk really deserves to die."

Just as Jiang Ling was about to turn around and leave, unfortunately, two more policemen happened to come behind him.

He was shouted by the policeman in front, and the latter responded and blocked the way on the spot.

"What are you running for?" The policeman's attitude was fierce.

"I didn't want to run away, I just wanted to find some food."

"Stop talking, come with me." The policeman quickly grabbed his sleeve and pulled him to the side of the prison car.

"This monk said you know who did this thing this morning?" the policeman asked sternly.

Jiang Ling looked innocent: "Guan Ye Ming Jian, I don't recognize this monk, let alone what happened this morning."

"Are you playing stupid with me?" The policeman's face darkened.

"To tell you the truth, everything I said is true. I stayed at [Wutong Inn] last night before I left the store. The owner of the store can testify for me. I really don't know what happened."

The policeman saw that he was young, and his face was real and not fake, so he pouted and asked a companion to go to the Wutong Inn for a test.

The left and right inns are not far from here, and after only running for a while, the catcher turned around and turned back.

He nodded and said: "That's right, the boss said a boy with a yellow dog, he stayed at his place last night, and he just left the store."

After this statement, Jiang Ling's suspicion was immediately cleared.

Angrily, a few policemen picked up the simple knife and smacked the monk's head a few times.

"You bald donkey, are you kidding me? Are you looking for death?"

The monk was full of grievances: "My lord, the poor monk practiced in the county government all night last night, and he never came out. Why did you arrest the poor monk to vent your anger?"

"Nai Nai, everyone said that last night a bald monk was posting notices all over the city. How dare you deny it? Even if it wasn't you, it was your accomplice."

"This... how can we judge that it is the poor monk's partner?"

"They're all bald-headed monks, so what's the point of judging? They must be monks from a monastery. Those who are sensible, hurry up and ask your bald donkey brothers to come out and confess. Otherwise, you will feel better."

"..."

The monk had a bitter face, and his head was suffocated several times by the simple knife, but there was no redness and swelling, which showed that the skin was rough and fleshy.

"Little benefactor, why is this so? The poor monk has never been offended, why did he murder the poor monk like this?"

The monk looked at Jiangling helplessly and sighed.

Jiang Ling also said to himself: "You monk is talking crazy, why am I plotting against you?"

"Although I don't know what method you used, but the poor monk knows that it must be related to you. This trick of yours has caused the poor monk to suffer miserably. Amitabha!"

It is not difficult for the monk to have such doubts.

He knew that the female ghost who stabbed the county magistrate had a lot to do with Jiang Ling, since the ghost came from the county magistrate, and the notice that was all over the city this morning was also from the magistrate.

Just because of the same purpose, it is enough to think about the relationship.

Without waiting for Jiang Ling to say anything else, the police officers had already driven the prison cart forward.

Jiang Ling was about to take a step when he heard the monk's voice again: "Fellow Daoist, do you really want to see the poor monk suffer so much?"

The monk was locked in the prison wagon, with his back facing Jiangling, he obviously didn't speak, but the voice came to his ears clearly.

Sound transmission into the secret?

The so-called sound transmission into the secret is nothing more than communicating in secret with spirit.

Ordinary people have weak mental strength and cannot reach such a state.

Only special people with superhuman spiritual power can cross the space barrier and realize secret language communication.

Although Jiang Ling knew the principle, he hadn't tried it yet.

At this time, he also concentrated his mental strength, locked the conveyer as a monk, and then thought to himself: "Where did you say that?"

The other party is no longer called a benefactor but a fellow daoist, so he doesn't have to pretend anymore.

Do not speak dark words in front of wise people.

"Fellow Daoist definitely knows that Nie has a picky temper. If this matter doesn't work, he will definitely peel off the poor monk's skin before he steps down. I also ask fellow Daoist to show mercy and let the poor monk go. It's very kind."

Perhaps Jiangling's message had passed, and the monk just replied after he finished speaking.

"It's not my fault, how can I let you go?"

"Then ask fellow Taoist to save the poor monk once, okay?"

"I'm not a monk, so I don't need to help the world to save people. Besides, you were so enthusiastic to help Nie pick up your skin before, but now you are worried that he will pick up your skin. Isn't it funny?"

"The poor monk just didn't want to see Sha Nie, he didn't intend to save him. And that night, the poor monk also let the girl go."

This was true, if he hadn't stopped that night, Nie Qian would have died under his Vajra Curse.

"Then how about making a deal?"

"trade?"

"If you agree to help me kill the River God, I will help you escape from prison, how about it?"

"Monks do not kill, Amitabha."

"Then you just wait to be skinned." Jiang Ling walked away.

"Fellow Daoist, are you really so cruel?"

Jiang Ling didn't answer.

"If the poor monk dies, fellow Taoists must bear the cause and effect, why bother, why bother!"

Jiang Ling still didn't answer.

for a moment...

"That's all, the poor monk should be you."

Jiang Ling turned his head and looked from a distance, vaguely seeing that bald head being smothered by Pu Dao again.

"Are you serious?"

"The monks don't lie, they say that one is one. The river god has harmed many people year after year. If you get rid of it, it will be considered a good deed."

"Okay, you just wait."

After speaking, Jiang Ling's mood gradually improved.

Back to Dongcheng, he stayed until night, he drew a kappa in the inn and went to the government office.

Not long after, the government office screamed again and again, and all the officials were scared to death.

The servant girl was frightened and fainted a lot, and the county magistrate was so frightened that heat leaked from her crotch.

Someone finally remembered that the monk the day before yesterday was not bad in his skills, he could suppress ghosts and gods, and maybe he could also suppress this evil monster.

So the county magistrate personally ordered that the monk be transferred from the prison.

However, as soon as the monk was released, the kappa disappeared in the backyard of the government office.

All the officials gathered together in a group of cup bows and snake shadows.

The way the monk opened the altar finally gave them some confidence.

At dawn, everyone dared to go to sleep.

Seeing that the monk had worked hard all night, the county magistrate couldn't bear to lock him up, so he bailed him out so that Nie Papi would not have to make things difficult.

Although Nie Papi was unwilling, the county magistrate didn't want to give up.

In this way, the monk was finally free.

On the third day, the magistrate suddenly arrived, and with two hundred soldiers from the government, he marched into Linzhou with great vigor.

As soon as he entered the county, the government soldiers detained Nie Papi.

This incident happened earlier than Jiang Ling expected, and he never expected that the magistrate of this place would come here in person.

Xu didn't want to make things big and lose face.

It is better to do it yourself than other officials to participate.

On the same day, Nie Papi and his family were arrested and were to be escorted to Shangjing and handed over to the Ministry of Punishment.

When his family was locked in a prison car and taken away, the people in Linzhou rejoiced, and some even beat gongs and drums to send them off.

Jiang Ling watched him off at the gate of the city, while the monk stood beside him with a bitter face.

"Whether it is a good official or a dog official, the reaction of the people is the least deceptive."

"Amitabha, good is good."

"Master should fulfill his promise, right?" Jiang Ling said with a smile.

The monk looked up to the sky and sighed: "Since you say it, do it yourself. If a fellow Taoist really wants to kill the river god, the poor monk should help him."

(End of this chapter)