The "Santuchuan" broadcasting company is equipped with a black Jetta, but Beiquan claims to have no driver's license, so Wei Fuyuan is responsible for driving.
At about 4:30, Young Master Wei parked the car at the entrance of Xiling Hutong. The two got out of the car and found No. 23 according to the house number.
This area is also an old building with a history of 40 or 50 years. Even if the outer wall has been reinforced and renovated, it still looks very old.
No. 23, Xiling Hutong, Xizhimen Street, is a typical old-fashioned tubular building. It is seven stories high and has no elevator. There is a creaking iron staircase with open handrails in the middle. .
The two went up to the third floor and came to the door of Room 303.
Beiquan spent half a minute studying the door panel before raising his hand and knocking on the door.
The person who opened the door was a woman in her thirties, with an ordinary appearance, wearing loose house clothes that had been washed and faded. Her yellow hair had been dyed for some time, the roots had turned black, and she was loosely tied behind her head with a large clip. It looks rather unkempt.
The woman was first shocked by the height and appearance of the two of them, and after being stunned for two seconds, she asked cautiously:
"Who are you?"
"Feng Shizhu, hello."
Beiquan restrained his aura, his eyes curved, and his smile was harmless to humans and animals:
"I am the named disciple of the lay disciple of the real Xuanxu of Longquan Guan, and the name is Beiquan Lay."
As he said that, he actually took out a business card and a certificate from his arms and handed it to the woman surnamed Feng.
The woman passed these two things through the anti-theft link, and looked at them carefully in her hands.
The design of the business card is very simple, the beige embossed cardboard is printed with a graceful imitation Song Dynasty, and the title has two lines, namely "Member of Fengxingcheng Taoist Research Association" and "Longquan Guan Xuanxu Renren Disciple".
The certificate is a "conversion certificate", showing that his master is the real Xuanxu, and it is also stamped with the steel seal of "Longquan Temple in Fengxing City".
The woman surnamed Feng looked at the documents for a long time before opening the door hesitantly.
"you… "
She paused and changed to a more respectful title:
"Sir, what's the matter with you?"
"Master Feng, you came to Longquanguan to ask for something last month, right?"
Beiquan still smiled softly:
"My master asked me to ask, how is the 'situation'?"
Hearing the words, the woman let out a long sigh of relief.
"So it is."
She finally smiled, and her attitude became more enthusiastic:
"Come in, come in, I'll make tea for you."
Wei Fuyuan: "..."
Outside of the whole situation, he didn't know what happened at all, and he was afraid that he would be wrong about Beiquan.
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The woman surnamed Feng was named Feng Yue. She was the wife of the third deceased, Meng Lichang. She was 31 years old this year. She was a full-time housewife.
The two have been married for six years and have no children, and the relationship between husband and wife is quite cold.
His wife, Xin, often visits the Taoist temples around Fengxing City, and Longquan Temple is the most visited.
—These are all the information Wei Fuyuan deciphered bit by bit from the conversation between Beiquan and Feng Yue when he was on the sidelines.
At this time, Beiquan picked up the cup, took a sip of tea, and asked with a smile:
"Have you resolved the previous 'that matter'?"
"Um… "
Feng Yue nodded first, then sighed:
"Actually, I don't know if it's resolved... Anyway, it's nothing for now."
Beiquan followed her words and asked, "Can you tell me how the situation is now?"
"Oh, actually, as you know, it's not me who hit the ghost, it's my dead ghost husband."
Feng Yue didn't even notice that Beiquan was talking, but regarded the other party as someone who knew his situation, and poured out all the troubles in his heart like pouring beans in a bamboo tube.
"Hey, before he died, he couldn't sleep well all night. He told me that he had a nightmare and that he would be killed or something."
"I didn't believe it at the time, I just thought that he was just throwing his anger out of trouble at work. Anyway, this is not the first time for him. He went home and beat him when he was angry outside. He knew that he would use me to vent his anger!"
"Sure enough, it didn't take long for the dead ghost to have an accident - a good car broke down on the road, and he just got out of the car, the car hit him! Hey, the iron bar is through the chest, really... When I went to recognize the body , I don't even dare to look him in the eye!"
Listening to Feng Yue's tone, it seems that she is not at all saddened by the death of her late husband Meng Lichang, but more like a complaint that has been accumulating for many years.
"Actually, I wish that bastard would burp sooner, so I can relax a bit when he dies!"
Saying that, the woman stroked her messy bangs irritably.
"But I'm afraid he will leave bad luck in this house!"
Feng Yue said, looking around the small living room:
"Don't look at the small and dilapidated place here, the location is a degree room, and it's very valuable!"
Saying that, she let out a long sigh.
"Last month, I asked Master Xuanxu to do a three-day water and land dojo, and I invited Fu to come back... Although I haven't encountered any strange things for the time being, I am a widow living in this house by myself, and I always feel that there is no bottom..."
"Oh?"
Beiquan smiled.
"When did Mr. Meng's bad luck start?"
He faced the woman's gaze and smiled softly:
"After all, everything has a cause and effect. If you can find out where the problem is, you don't have to worry anymore."
Beiquan's speaking skills are top-notch and handsome, Feng Yue only felt the heat in his ears, and he thought seriously according to the other party's suggestion without any doubt.
"My damn husband has always been unlucky!"
Feng Yue pushed the hair that fell from her cheek behind her ear, and complained in a series of voices:
"The work doesn't always go well, the baskets big and small are stabbed in a pile, and the fire can even be hit by a late return from get off work. This luck is simply possessed by a bad spirit!"
Beiquan keenly captured the key words, and a gleam of light flashed in his chestnut pupils, "You said he caught a fire when he got off work?"
"Probably last fall, I don't remember exactly."
Speaking of the dead Meng Lichang, Feng Yue's attitude was very disapproving.
"In those two days, my dead ghost husband's car was sent to the 4S shop for maintenance. He could only take the bus to and from get off work. But one day he happened to work overtime and arrived home in the middle of the night. As soon as he entered the door, he made a nameless fire and made a big argument with me. One. Later, I asked him what was going on in the middle of the night, and he said he had encountered a fire on his way home."
"Oh, it's really unfortunate."
Beiquan asked, "Did Mr. Meng get injured in the fire?"
"That's not true, he just happened to pass by."
Feng Yue replied:
"However, when he came back that day, he seemed very irritable, yelled for a long time, and almost tried to attack me, so I remember it very clearly."
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"Yes, it is like that."
From No. 23 Xiling Hutong, Xizhimen Street, Beiquan led Wei Fuyuan to find a nearby coffee shop.
This store is located in a hutong in the old city. The location is remote. There are only two tables seated, including the two of them, without interfering with each other. It is a very suitable place to talk.
After being seated, Beiquan called someone with a very familiar tone. He simply said a few words and hung up, "Then I'll leave it to you."
Wei Fuyuan hesitated for a while, but still couldn't help but ask, "This...are we not going back?"
"Not urgent."
Beiquan replied while flipping through the menu, "We have to go somewhere else, but we have to wait until it gets dark."
Saying that, he reached out and called the waiter, asked for a snow-top chocolate latte, and pushed the menu to Wei Fuyuan.
Wei Fuyuan didn't even look at it, he just ordered a cup of black coffee.
Coffee came quickly.
Young Master Wei took a sip, and tasted the sour and immature fermented taste of inferior coffee beans. He immediately frowned and pushed it aside in disgust.
"Boss, can I ask you a question?"
Taking advantage of the waiting time, Wei Fuyuan asked the doubts in his heart:
"Are you really a layman? Or some kind of Xuanxu Zhenren's entrant disciple?"
Beiquan was drinking coffee when he heard this and raised his head.
The snow top of the stacked whipped cream had a half-moon-shaped moustache on his lips.
"how is this possible!"
His answer was still rather rude:
"I'm a serious radio host!"
Wei Fuyuan: "..."
- Could you please have some self-knowledge?
- What you're pulling me into now is not what a serious radio host should do!
"Then where did your conversion certificate and business card come from?"
Beiquan didn't answer, but stretched out his hand and dug out of his black suitcase for a while, and took out a large stack of various certificates and corresponding business cards, which were fanned out like playing cards.
"I have many more here."
As he said that, he glanced at Wei Fuyuan and touched his chin, "It seems that I have to help you get a set."
Wei Fuyuan: "..."
Dare to love this is still a wholesale-fake-certificate!
"Then you knew Feng Yue before?"
Master Wei continued to ask:
"Otherwise, how do you know that she is a believer, and should you pretend to be the apprentice of Zhenren Xuanxu?"
"The boy's observation skills are not very good."
Beiquan scooped up a ball of cream sprinkled with chocolate sauce with a stirring spoon, put it into his mouth, narrowed his eyes, and showed a happy expression on his face.
"It's very simple, because I see it."
Wei Fuyuan was inexplicably slapped with a sentence of "no ability to observe", and he was very upset. He held back his face and said, "I would like to hear more about it."
Beiquan replied with a smile.
"First of all, the peach talismans on both sides of the door of Room 302 are newly replaced, and there is also the engraving of Longquan Temple on it; secondly, there is a gossip mirror hanging on the door, the surface is as smooth as new, and there is no rust at all. So I guess the people who live in the house must have just been to Longquan Temple not long ago, and they are still asking for things in the temple."
He paused, "Also, there is a yellow talisman pasted on the lintel. Judging from the handwriting, it is the talisman for warding off evil spirits in the town house written by Master Xuanxu of Longquanguan."
Beiquan raised his finger and made a light gesture in the void.
"The real Xuanxu is second only to the abbot in the Longquan Temple. If he can work and write the talisman himself, he must be a regular visitor who has given worship to many."
Beiquan made a summary:
"So, I guess the owner of the house must have a lot of trust in Master Xuanxu. As long as he pretends to be his disciple, it will be very convenient to talk about it."
Wei Fuyuan's heart suddenly ran wild.
- What a normal person who would notice the old and new of the peach talisman and the gossip mirror!
— Not to mention identifying which donkey-nosed handwriting is from a ghost-painted talisman!
"… "
He took a deep breath, swallowed the spit that came to his mouth, and changed the question:
"Then what if the Taoist priest who knows Feng Yue well is not a real Xuanxu?"
"I still have the refuge certificates under the names of the other four Taoist priests in Fengxing City Liangdao Temple."
Beiquan spread his hands and smiled calmly:
"There's always one that comes in handy anyway, right?"
Wei Fuyuan: "..."