At this time, Fu Lie stopped next to her and said, "Well, I have notified Lei Yan. The body and the scene have been preserved and are under investigation and interrogation."
"What about the Lei family?" Wen Qingzhu thought of Lei Xiao in the capital.
According to Lei Shuo, her father and grandfather had a good relationship before she was born.
But after she was born, everything changed.
Fu Lie replied: "I want to wait for the investigation results to come out before informing them. Even if Lei Yan doesn't tell him, he won't be able to keep it secret for long."
Wen Qingzhu nodded, looked at Fu Lie and said, "I want to see the place where the Taoist leader's accident happened."
Walking all the way, Wen Qingzhu felt that everything around him was strange yet familiar.
Arriving in front of the courtyard where Jiu Zhu lived, a figure flashed across Wen Qingzhu's eyes.
Wen Qingzhu closed his eyes. When he opened them again, there were only Fu Jiajun coming in and out.
As she stepped forward step by step, the memory of the secret guard and Jiang Ziang's fight became more and more profound in her mind.
When she walked into the courtyard, she felt a sudden sense of disobedience.
Wen Qingzhu did not stop, but walked all the way into the house.
There were bloodstains on the ground and the furnishings in the house remained as they were.
It’s this sense of dissonance again!
Wen Qingzhu squatted on the ground, looking at the puddle of dried blood in front of him, and fell into deep thought.
Has she really been here
In the evening, Wen Qingzhu sat in the pavilion of the Zen Yuan, watching a group of ants beside the bluestone slab, busy carrying food for the winter.
After watching for a long time, Fu Lie came to her in front of the willow tree above the moon.
"How are you?"
Wen Qingzhu stood up and said, "It's pretty good. The injuries on my body are minor. I took medicine at lunch and dinner, and the pain is basically gone now."
Fu Lie looked into her eyes and always felt that her eyes were a little hollow.
Although he was talking to himself, his mind didn't seem to be here.
He originally wanted to ask, but Wen Qingzhu had already walked out and said to him, "I'm going to see the abbot's relics."
Fu Lie watched her leave, but he still didn't say the words that came to his mouth.
The abbot's monastery is in a corner on the east side.
Because of the appearance of assassins, the murder of Taoist priest Xuanwei, and the death of the abbot, the entire monks of Qingjing Temple were under control.
When Wen Qingzhu came to the entrance of the Zen Yuan, he saw people from the Fu Jiajun.
She followed the captain in charge of guarding and walked in and saw the things arranged on the table.
Just a few simple clothes.
But behind the desk, the entire wall is lined with a huge bookshelf.
Half are Buddhist scriptures and generally various miscellaneous books.
Wen Qingzhu felt a little strange. He walked slowly along the bookshelf and looked at the row of books in front of him. They should be the books that the abbot read most.
When he reached the end, Wen Qingzhu found that half of his ability had been withdrawn.
She subconsciously took it out. It was a book of myths and monsters.
She flipped through it and saw the words "Nan Ke Yimeng".
Wen Qingzhu's head actually shook, and the pages in his hand fell to the ground.
She felt a little weak, and when she was about to sit down against the bookshelf, a strong hand appeared on her shoulder.
Looking up, it was still Fu Lie: "Why are you here?"
Fu Lie helped her sit down at the table, turned around, picked up the book, gave it to Wen Qingzhu and said, "I don't trust you. I always feel that there is something you haven't told me."
Wen Qingzhu was startled, then smiled bitterly and said, "It's not that I won't tell you, but..."
When the words came to her lips, she stopped suddenly.
How to explain this
During the day she came to Qingjing Temple, she always felt that it was not real.
I seem to have forgotten something very important.
Wen Qingzhu held his forehead, feeling very tired.
Unknowingly, he fell asleep leaning on Fu Lie.
When Wen Qingzhu woke up, he was in the carriage.
Fu Lie is not here, but both Jasmine and Lu Tao are there.
She sat up, feeling her body heavy, and leaned against the car wall without speaking.
Lu Tao and Jasmine looked at each other, feeling very worried.
When the carriage arrived at the city gate, Wen Qingzhu suddenly looked at Lu Tao and Jasmine and asked, "I had a dream last night. In the dream, I met a group of people. I couldn't see who they were or what they were saying. But I only remember a very cold voice saying to me, I will kill Jiang Yuancheng."
"Is it because you met Jiang Zi'ang?" Lu Tao held her hand. Before leaving, Fu Lie had told her that he must take good care of Wen Qingzhu.
Yunzhou City is the safest place now, so before Wen Qingzhu woke up, Fu Lie sent someone to send her back.
Back at the inn, when Wen Qingzhu got out of the car, he heard the voice of a child behind him.
"Mom, I want this!"
Wen Qingzhu looked back and saw a mother and son looking at toys in front of a stall.
At this moment, tears fell from Wen Qingzhu's eyes.
Lu Tao asked quickly: "What's wrong, sir? Do you feel uncomfortable?"
Wen Qingzhu shook his head: "No, I know who I was dreaming about. I was dreaming about Fu'er."
On this day, Wen Qingzhu has been sitting at his desk.
Tang Qin and Shen Yu asked to see them, but she ignored them.
She kept thinking about one thing.
Since she left the Qingjing Temple, her mind has become clearer and clearer.
What Wen Qingzhu remembered and what Fu Lie told her were completely consistent.
But this inexplicable sense of dissonance really lingers.
What concerned her most was that she dreamed about Fu'er.
Although you can't see clearly, the child's height and voice are different.
Wen Qingzhu pressed his left hand against his heart, and the pen in his right hand stopped. On the rice paper on the table, a faceless outline suddenly appeared.
has a problem!
After a night passed, Wen Qingzhu tidied up, leaving Jasmine here waiting for news about Fu Lie.
She herself took Lu Tao to the Yamen.
Tang Qin was shocked when he saw her.
He quickly stepped forward and asked, "Sir, are you okay?"
Wen Qingzhu walked straight in and took out a book: "Can you help find out where this book comes from?"
Tang Qin took the book in her hand and looked at it carefully.
It's just a book about myths and legends.
He nodded: "Don't worry, sir, I will try my best. In addition, there is something wrong with Shen Yu's side. Do you want to go and take a look?"
"Go!" Wen Qingzhu turned around and left.
Arriving outside the North City Gate, Wen Qingzhu saw that the first watchtower was already under construction.
Not long after, Shen Yu rushed over.
He panted slightly and said, "Sir, because the observatory you want has high requirements, the foundation needs to be very deep. We dug something here."
Wen Qingzhu asked: "What?"
Shen Yu looked at the people around him, thought for a moment and said, "I'll find out if you come with me, sir."
They arrived at the foundation of the second lookout.
A fence has been built here and manpower has been sent to surround it.
Shen Yu took Wen Qingzhu inside.
What appeared in front of Wen Qingzhu's eyes was a pit more than ten feet deep. On the north side of the pit, a jade stone appeared.
Shen Yu pointed at the thing and said: "I just found a corner of this thing. The workers thought it was a treasure buried underground, but they kept digging and found that this piece of jade was unusually large.
Later, an old craftsman seemed to recognize this thing and said it was a coffin. We found someone here to verify it, and at the same time checked the county records of Yunzhou City, and found that this was a wealthy family from the previous dynasty, who liked to use large pieces of jade as coffins. "
"Um... you haven't moved yet?" Wen Qingzhu asked.
Shen Yu nodded: "Well, I contacted an expert here. He said that it is not a matter of doing it now and that we need to wait for time. That's why I rushed to build the first observation tower first and put this on hold."
"Sir, you can order someone to dig it out!" An old voice suddenly appeared behind him.
Wen Qingzhu looked back and saw an old man in gray clothes with messy white hair and layers of brown folds on his face, but his eyes were unusually clear.
When Shen Yu saw him, he quickly said respectfully: "Mr. Wu, this is Mr. Wen."
Mr. Wu looked at Wen Qingzhu and nodded repeatedly: "Master Wen is indeed extraordinary."
For some reason, Wen Qingzhu felt an inexplicable aura.
Mr. Wu walked in, looked at the coffin inside and said: "I have lived for more than a hundred years, and I have seen some coffins like this. Dig them out and open them if you want to. If you don't want to, just find a place to bury them." Okay. Then just continue with the secret plan."
"Yes." Shen Yu quickly ordered the craftsmen to go down.
But Wen Qingzhu kept looking sideways at Mr. Wu. Did he just say that he lived for more than a hundred years
In less than an hour, the coffin was dug out.
In order to deceive others, he was wrapped in straw and transported to Yunzhou City.
When Mr. Wu was about to leave, Wen Qingzhu stepped forward and called to him: "May I ask how old Mr. Wu is?"
He stopped and pointed to the sky: "Only one hundred and eight years old."
Wen Qingzhu looked at his leaving figure and felt incredible.
Nowadays, people in Qi State are considered to have a long life if they can live to the age of sixty.
Thin old people are not common, but they are found everywhere.
Then there are old people in their eighties and nineties who occasionally appear.
Only Wen Qingzhu had never heard of an old man who lived more than a hundred years old.
It's not that Wen Qingzhu doesn't believe that there are people who live for such a long time, but that people who are over a hundred years old and can still move normally really shock her.
At noon.
Upstairs in the North City.
Wen Qingzhu prepared a table of fine wine and food to entertain Shen Yu.
"Who is that Mr. Wu?"
"The reason why I know Mr. Wu is because of my father. Taoist priest Xuanwei helped my father back then. But my father died of illness soon after."
Talking about the past, Shen Yu's face became more lonely: "After my father left, there were some problems in the lumber shop. Later, Mr. Wu's grandson came over and helped me regroup, and then things settled down."
"Does he have a grandson? How old are he? What kind of person is he?" Wen Qingzhu asked quickly.
Shen Yu thought of that person's dress and behavior, and he couldn't help but frown.
If Wu Shui had always been by his side, Shen Yu felt that the person he couldn't adapt to the most might not be Tang Qin, but Wu Shui.
Wen Qingzhu watched his expression change several times, becoming increasingly curious.
He waited patiently for Shen Yu to speak: "Yes, he should be thirty-five years old now, but he looks very young, probably in his twenties at most, and he is... well, it's hard to say, but he is a good person. "
Wen Qingzhu clearly felt the indescribable tone in Shen Yu's tone.
Her goal this time is not Mr. Wu’s grandson, but Mr. Wu.
So he quickly changed the topic: "What kind of person is Mr. Wu? Why did you invite him here?"
"Mr. Wu is a very powerful expert. He is proficient in Qimen Dunjia, deduction techniques, and in layman's terms, fortune telling. But he is more than that. It feels like he knows a little bit about everything and knows a lot.
I just went to Dingyuan to transport wood, and I met him by accident. I didn't invite him specially. After all, he was an elder whom my father knew, and I always wanted to greet him. "
Wen Qingzhu thought for a while and asked: "Does that mean you don't actually know him well?"
Shen Yu nodded: "My impression of Mr. Wu is from before I was ten years old. After my father passed away, Mr. Wu sent his grandson to help. I will always remember this kindness, but if I say I understand it, I really don't understand it."
"Wait! You weren't his grandson who came to help you just now. He should have stayed for a while, right?"