"Where did you get this thing?" Nanfeng knelt down and looked at the old beggar.
The old beggar was devouring his food now. Hearing Nanfeng's words, he grinned at him again.
"Where did you pick this thing up?" Nanfeng gave up his elegance and spoke in human language.
The old beggar understood this time, raised his left hand covered with dirt, and pointed to the northwest.
Nanfeng stood up straight and said, "Take me there quickly."
The old beggar might have been beaten often, but Nanfeng's actions startled him. He grabbed the bun with both hands and turned around in fear.
"Don't worry, you eat first, and we'll go after you finish." Nanfeng lowered his head and looked at the jade flute in his hand. After examining it, he grasped it with both hands, twisted it in the opposite direction, and split the jade flute in two.
Only to intimidate the old beggar, Nanfeng turned his back to him and pulled out the narrow knife in the jade flute.
The body of the flute has air holes for playing. The old beggar used the jade flute to stir the fire. Grass ashes entered the jade flute from the air holes and attached to the blade.
The south wind blows, and the grass ash on the blade falls off. However, after the grass ash falls off, the tip of the knife is not as clean as the back part. If you look carefully, you can see that there are very small stains on it.
Wipe it with your fingers and twist it to distinguish, it looks like dried blood stains.
When the flower-picking thief killed the little Taoist nun, he was in the distance. He saw with his own eyes that the flower-picking thief inserted the narrow knife into the little Taoist nun's left chest. The blood-stained part of the narrow knife was about three inches, which was the same as the one he killed that day. The size and depth of the little Taoist nuns are very similar.
Lest he remember it wrong, Nanfeng tried his best to recall the details of that time. After careful consideration, he recalled one detail. At that time, the flower picker killed the little Taoist nun without wiping the blood on the blade. He immediately sheathed the sword and turned around to talk to Lingyanzi. .
The murder weapon will be more or less stained with blood. The flower picker did not care to wipe it at that time. He will definitely take out the narrow knife and clean it afterwards. You must know that the narrow knife is hidden in the jade flute. If it is not washed and cleaned, it will be played. There will definitely be a fishy smell.
At this time, the old beggar had swallowed the buns and was trying to pick up the cassava in the ashes. There were embers in the ashes, and he was burned back every time he reached out.
Nanfeng inserted the narrow knife back into the body of the flute, frowned and closed his eyes, thinking quietly. This jade flute was the weapon of the flower picker, and it was also his arty utensil. The flute itself was carved from white jade, so it must be very valuable. For such an utensil, The flower picker will never give up easily.
Since it is not actively abandoned, it can only be passively lost. The flower picker is also a thief. No one can steal his weapon. To say the least, even if someone can steal it, they will not throw it away after stealing it, or even be thrown away by this old man. The beggar picked it up.
The most likely possibility was that the flower-picking thief had an accident, and the accident occurred shortly after he rescued Lingyanzi, so he had no time to wipe the blood on the blade.
This is all he can think of at the moment, and all of these are just his speculations. The truth of the matter cannot be determined until the beggar takes him to the place where he picked up the jade flute to check it out.
The cassava was half-cooked, so the old beggar rubbed the ashes off his clothes and chewed it. However, he was burned by the cassava, and he showed his teeth while blowing the air, making him look embarrassed while eating.
I am afraid of comparison no matter what I do. If you have never eaten steamed buns before, you can still eat cassava. However, compared with steamed buns, cassava seems tough and difficult to swallow. Seeing this, Nanfeng promised to buy steamed buns to eat with him. Upon hearing this, the old beggar stuffed the cassava into his arms and led Nanfeng back.
When they reached the edge of the town, the old beggar did not enter the town. Instead, he followed the path to the east of the town and headed north into the forest.
After walking two or three miles along the winding mountain road, the old beggar left the mountain road and headed westward from the forest. At this time, there was no path under his feet, and he didn't know how the old beggar judged the path.
Not far ahead, there was a ruined wall ahead. Ordinary houses and houses were not facing south and north. The courtyards facing south and north were usually palaces or temples. The remaining wall here is oriented due south and due north. It must be an abandoned Taoist temple or temple.
The old beggar led Nanfeng to the back of the house and pointed to a sheltered place with traces of lying down, "Here."
This lying mark was obviously left by the old beggar. Nanfeng used the lying mark as the center and moved the grass to search.
"Keep your word." The old beggar muttered.
"Here are some buns for you to eat." Nanfeng took out a handful of copper coins from his arms and handed them to the old beggar.
The old beggar recognized the copper coin, stretched out his hand to grab it, turned around and left without saying anything.
Weeds have grown around the ruins, and there are only traces of trampling around. It can be seen that only the old beggar himself has been here recently. How could this jade flute appear here
He lowered his head to search with doubts. Just when he wondered if the old beggar had taken him the wrong way, another artifact appeared in the grass, a small porcelain vase. When he picked it up, he saw that it was the oblate object used by flower pickers to store spring poison. Porcelain bottle.
After shaking it, I felt that there was still a lot of medicinal powder left in it. I pulled out the cork and smelled it, and there was a strong medicinal smell.
Since the porcelain bottle appeared here, it means that the old beggar did not lie or lead the wrong way. However, the subsequent search found nothing. Apart from this small porcelain bottle, no other things were found around it.
Since we didn't get enough clues, we couldn't make in-depth inferences. The two artifacts might have been accidentally lost when the flower picker escaped, but this doesn't make sense. The porcelain bottle might have fallen from his arms while jumping, but the jade flute how to explain.
After thinking hard to no avail, Nanfeng could only leave the ruins and retrace his steps.
Since the search for clues was delayed for a long time, it was impossible to go to Wanling County. Nanfeng bought some tea, melons and fruits from the town and took a small road back to the mountain.
Halfway through the journey, Nanfeng buried the jade flute by the roadside. At this time, Tianqizi and Tianchengzi were not in the mountains. He took the jade flute back and had to explain the ins and outs to the Taoist priest of Lucha Palace. If this clue could be found, The flower picker just accepts the interrogation, but this clue is of no help in finding the flower picker. It is better to say less than to say more, so just don’t say anything.
At midnight, Nanfeng returned to the mountain. At this time, other new Taoists were listening to scriptures and taking classes. There was still an hour before dinner. Remembering that he had not gone to the secular affairs hall to see those old people in recent days, Nanfeng took a small road to the west slope. .
After giving the tea to Sun Shishi, Nanfeng went to the backyard and gave the dates to the sister-in-law who was busy under the stove.
The several coachmen who drove with him were all watching the breeding of donkeys and horses in the backyard stable. Nanfeng walked over to talk to everyone. When everyone saw him coming, they all greeted him warmly.
After he entered Taoism, his roommate, Waizui, took over as coachman for him. This man was not very bright, so Nanfeng liked to tease him, "Waizui, what are you looking at?"
"As good as a donkey." He turned around with a crooked smile.
"Hahahaha, doesn't it look good?" Nanfeng asked with a smile.
The crooked mouth shook his head repeatedly, "It's cold, and the female donkey can't have sex."
"Go up and help." Nanfeng teased him.
"How can I help you?" Waizui knew that Nanfeng was teasing him, so he tilted his head and curled his lips.
"It's easy to raise mules in autumn. It's usually this time every year, but it's too cold this year." Another driver said, Taiqing sect dung carts are all driven by mules. Mules are strong, not mature, and don't look like donkeys and horses. In this way, the baby will scream day and night.
"Why aren't you ready?" Waizui was even more anxious than the stallion.
"I have an idea, just wait." Nanfeng turned around and ran to the kitchen, carrying half a bucket of warm water. He took out the porcelain bottle and was about to pour the medicinal powder into it. It was useless for him to keep this thing. It might still be a disaster, so he might as well It is a pleasure to help the donkey.
"Nanfeng, what are you holding in your hand?!" Someone behind him took away his porcelain bottle.
When Nanfeng heard the sound, he turned around and saw that it was Sun Shishi who had taken away his porcelain vase.
"This, this..." Nanfeng was very nervous. Sun Shishi also knew a basic knowledge of pharmacology. If he found out that it was aphrodisiac, he might not be able to wash it away even if he jumped into the Yellow River.
Sun Shishi brought the medicine bottle to his nose and smelled it, then returned the porcelain bottle to him, "You want to drink the donkey with angelica powder?"
"Angelica powder?"