Dayan first waste material

Chapter 58

The night wind was bleak, disturbing the black python robes of Jun Tingyan, and chilling Shen Sitang's numb heart.

Mu Huaichuan was the second to arrive, followed by Zhou Zifu and Tang Yihui.

When they saw Shen Sitang, who was covered in blood, and the little Taoist priest lying on the ground without making a sound, they all clenched their fists uncontrollably.

"Shen Sitang..." Mu Huaichuan approached her step by step, his voice shaking unbearably.

Jun Tingyan reached out to stop him, and slowly shook his head at him, Mu Huaichuan froze in place, understanding what he meant.

She needs time, enough time to accept it all, face it all.

After an unknown amount of time, Shen Sitang suddenly raised his eyes to look at them.

"I didn't see the murderer, so even if I know that Prince Gong's confidant Zhanxiong killed him, there's nothing I can do about them, right?"

Shen Sitang was unusually calm, as if the person who died in front of her hadn't affected her, she was just asking for business.

Mu Huaichuan opened his mouth, but couldn't speak.

Shen Sitang didn't care, she lowered her eyes and said to herself: "It's okay, blood debt is paid with blood, I will settle this account with Prince Gong."

She still maintained a calm posture, as if what she said just now was just stating the facts.

Shen Sitang raised his eyes again, looked at Juntingyan and Mu Huaichuan: "I promised that the little Taoist priest would send him home, and I also ask Your Highness and You Yushi to help me."

Mu Huaichuan didn't have time to speak.

Jun Tingyan has already ordered: "Yihui, go and prepare the coffin and carriage, Zifu, send a team of people to escort Miss Shen to Qingfeng Temple."

Shen Sitang nodded towards the royal court banquet: "Thank you, Your Majesty, my servant."

Jun Tingyan hummed, resisting the urge to comfort her.

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Shen Sitang set off overnight to send the little Taoist priest home.

It took Shen Sitang three days and three nights to travel from the capital to Qingfengguan. She had never left the capital since she was a child, and was unfamiliar with the place. Fortunately, someone from the royal court banquet escorted her all the way, and she arrived at Qingfengguan in the early morning of the fourth day.

Qingfeng Temple is built on the top of the cloud-shrouded mountain, and the magnificent Taoist temple is shrouded in mist, like a fairyland.

Shen Sitang raised her eyes and looked at the countless steps in front of her, feeling in her heart that Qingfeng Temple is indeed the first Taoist temple in Yan Dynasty, she turned to look at the coffin on the carriage, the young Taoist priests had a bright future.

The gatekeeper Taoist priest of Qingfeng Temple saw Shen Sitang and others under the steps, and trotted down quickly. He first glanced at the coffin on the carriage in doubt, and then asked, "Why are believers visiting Qingfeng Temple?"

Shen Sitang's eyes turned red, and he cupped his hands and choked up, saying: "I, Shen Sitang, was entrusted by Wuchou, a direct disciple of Qingfengguan Chongde Daoist, to return his body to the master."

The little Taoist's complexion changed suddenly, and his eyes turned red: "Believers, don't talk nonsense, brother Wuchou went home to visit his relatives, how could it be..."

He suddenly lost his voice, because Shen Sitang's rolling tears told him that she was not talking nonsense.

The little Taoist scrambled and ran up, crying loudly while running: "Senior Brother Wuchou has an accident, Brother Wuchou has an accident..."

Shen Sitang burst into tears, and it didn't take long for a group of young Taoist priests in Taoist uniforms to rush in, each of them was filled with grief and anger, and even cursed.

"Who is it! Who dares to spread rumors that my little junior brother is dead? See if I don't refine his soul and temper his soul!"

"It's unreasonable! This is the Qingfengguan, who dares to come here to make trouble!"

The little Taoist priest who guarded the door pointed at Shen Sitang: "It's her, that's what she said!"

The next moment, Shen Sitang and the others were surrounded by people from Qingfeng Temple, and the guards sent by Juntingyan immediately drew their swords and protected Shen Sitang in the middle.

"Go back."

Shen Sitang gave an order, and the people at Jun Ting Banquet sheathed their swords and retreated behind her.

There are six Taoist priests in the head, and Shen Sitang can tell that their identities are different from other Taoist priests.

Similarly, after seeing Shen Sitang, the six of them could tell that she didn't seem to be here to make trouble.

One of them stepped forward and saluted Shen Sitang: "This believer, can you repeat, who are you? What do you do in Qingfengguan?"

Shen Sitang obeyed, cupped his hands and said: "I, Shen Sitang, was entrusted by Wuchou, a direct disciple of Daoist Master Chongde of Qingfeng Temple, to return his body to the teacher."

"Nonsense!" As soon as she finished speaking, another young Taoist yelled at her angrily: "My junior brother went home to visit his relatives without worry, how could something happen! Believers, don't speak nonsense, this is Qingfeng Temple, not a place where you can run wild!"

The young Taoist priest who had performed the Taoist ceremony with Shen Sitang earlier glanced at his fellow disciple, beckoned him to speak up, and then said with a warm smile: "Believers, don't worry about it, but Junior Brother Wuchou is still young, please believers, don't curse him."

When Shen Sitang heard this, tears fell uncontrollably: "I'm sorry." She couldn't continue, so she took out the black porcelain bottle that Wuchou gave her from her bosom.

The porcelain vase was engraved with runes, and people in the Qingfeng Temple could recognize it at a glance.

"This is... the Soul Locking Curse!"

The young Taoist priest took the black porcelain bottle from Shen Sitang's hand, and saw that the runes on the porcelain bottle seemed to come to life, floating around the bottle body and rolling round and round, faintly glowing with golden light.

After the rune returned to its original state, the fellow next to him asked urgently: "Brother Wujing, who is locked in?"

Wujing closed his eyes and squeezed the black porcelain bottle tightly. Instead of answering the question from his fellow junior, he saluted again to Shen Sitang: "Thank you Miss Shen for sending the impoverished junior Wuchou back to the sect. I offended you so much earlier. Also invite Miss Shen Haihan."

"Senior Brother Wujing! What are you talking about? Brother Wuchou is not dead, how could he die!"

Wujing's face turned pale, and he paused before saying, "Wushou...it's gone."

"Brother Wujing? Do you know what you are talking about?"

"Brother Wujing, you are lying to us, aren't you?"

"Impossible, it's impossible!"

The young Taoist who had been cursing earlier rushed to the carriage and pushed the coffin away.

Wuchou lay there covered in blood.

The young Taoist flickered, clutching the coffin and wailing again and again, roaring angrily, "Who is it? Who killed him!"

Several other Taoist priests also stepped forward to check, and after seeing Wuchou's tragic situation, they were all so angry that they couldn't control themselves.

"Who is it!" Shen Sitang's arm was grabbed by someone, it was the cursing Taoist priest. At this moment, his face was full of tears, and his lips trembled as he questioned: "Tell me, who killed my junior brother!"

"Wu Ku!" Wu Jing stepped forward and pulled him away: "Don't be rude to Miss Shen, she is the benefactor of Junior Brother Wuchou, and also the benefactor of our Qingfeng Temple."

"Senior brother..." Wuku choked with sobs, grabbed Wujing's arm and led him to the carriage, pointed to Wuchou in the coffin and said, "Look, senior brother, Wuchou died so badly, he died so badly! Is that all? Don’t you want to avenge him?”

Another Taoist thumped the carriage and gritted his teeth: "This revenge must be avenged! Who killed Junior Brother Wuchou! I want to kill him! I want his soul to be scattered and never enter reincarnation!"

(End of this chapter)