Chapter 40: The Murderer

  Zhuang Buzhou replied honestly: "The date will be within sixty days, and if calculated, it is already very close now. I estimate that it will happen in the next few days. As for what kind of disaster or how many people will die... Tongping Liegui previously pointed out three places to us."

  The first place had continuous heavy rain, eventually triggering a mountain flood, half of the county town was buried in mud and stones, more than 3,000 people died.

  The second place was hit by an earthquake, and the funeral homes of Lian Zhuangzhou and Song Gongjian were both destroyed, killing over 700 people.

  The third place was a great fire that killed more than 300 people. The victims were miserable, all burned to charcoal by the fierce flames...

  After finishing, Zhuang Buzhou almost stomped his foot in frustration and muttered: "The first time the dead were buried and couldn't be dug up; the second time my coffin shop collapsed; the third time the deceased were unrecognizable, and the owners couldn't identify their relatives... Three times we didn't open for business, and the little capital left by Master will soon be lost by us two!"

  Three disasters are all different, and the number of casualties is also unrelated. It's impossible to infer that Tongchuan will have a major disaster.

  After finishing speaking, Zhuang Buzhou bitterly smiled and bid farewell. The two brothers only learned the method of raising ghosts from their master, but they didn't know how to catch ghosts. This copper bottle used for raising ghosts was no longer useful to them, and leaving it with them would be a disaster, so they simply gave it to Liang Xin.

  The old cat stayed here overnight and went to sleep in the backyard.

  After everything had settled down again, Liang Xin carefully examined the Wu Xin Ping under the candlelight. Qing Mo snorted from the side: "This evil and heretical thing, what's the use of keeping it? It's better to throw it away as soon as possible!"

  Liáng Xīn shook his head and smiled: "I won't be able to use it, I don't know if it's suitable for Uncle." Then he put away the bottle and asked Qū Qīng Mò: "Do you think that if Second Brother knew about the current situation in Tóng Chuān, would he immediately call us back?"

  Now Tongchuan looks still quiet and peaceful, but Liang Xin clearly feels that there is a dark undercurrent surging around.

  A small tailed ape suddenly appeared outside Kunlun Mountain for no reason.

  Mr Dong Ling started his lecture with the title 'Xian Huo' in Tongchuan, where nobody reads books.

  One month, first a passing monk, then an expert investigating the case, more than twenty people died in total, but the murderer never stopped and is still in the city.

  Zhuang Zhou dreamed of a ghost and predicted that Tongchuan would have great disaster.

  Liang Xin furrowed his brow and carefully pondered, wanting to find out if there was any connection between these things, and finally starved himself...

  Qingmo's eyebrows and eyes were clever, she ran to the back kitchen and got some food, came to Liang Xin's side, stretched out her hand and hooked his neck, smiled: "You're not my brother, can't solve this headless case, eat quickly and practice your skills!"

  Qing Mo and Liang Xin have been living together in Kunai Mountain since they were twelve years old, intimate with each other without distinction, acting without any scruples. However, there was no romance between them, Qing Mo regarded Liang Xin as a silly boy, and Liang Xin regarded Qing Mo as a silly girl, it's quite good...

  Liáng Xīn ran to the back of the counter and fished out a jar. Every time there were customers who left wine, he would pour it into this jar and store it away. When he was in a good mood, he would drink it himself; when he was in a bad mood, he would sell it to the customers...

  Leaning back on the table, Liang Xin smiled and said: "You won't believe it, but I really learned some case-solving techniques from my older brothers." Then, with a delighted expression, he took a bite of meat before continuing: "When you can't find the truth, just boldly... fake it!"

  Qingmo burst out laughing, and also poured himself a cup of wine. He clinked glasses with the other person and took a sip: "That's right, if you guess correctly, it counts as your win, but if you guess incorrectly, you don't lose anything either. Come on, tell me, how did you make your guess?"

  Liang Xin leaned his head close to Qing Mo and lowered his voice: "From the moment someone indiscriminately slaughtered the cultivators, it's been a mess! The murderer kills without any rhyme or reason, what is their purpose?"

  Qingmo didn't even bother to think and directly urged: "Hurry up and memorize!"

  "The murderer resented the monks, so whenever they encountered a monk from Tianyun, they would kill them. This was probably not wrong, but why did they have to do it in Tongchuan? With their skills, if they really wanted to find a small temple to slaughter, they could have done it too." Liang Xin said with a nod, feeling that his reasoning was sound, and he looked quite pleased: "So the key is still in Tongchuan."

  Qingmo poured himself another cup of wine. The young servant girl's capacity for liquor was quite good, but she looked rather bored and let out a sigh: "Can you say something useful?"

  Li Xing didn't think much of it, peeled a peanut and threw it into Qingmo's mouth, lowering his voice even further: "What's useful is that after the cultivator was killed, what consequences were triggered? I've been thinking about it, these cultivators have no connection between them, but after being killed, the consequences triggered all have one thing in common. That is... their fellow disciples will all come to Tongchuan to investigate!"

  It is precisely because of this that Tongchuan has now gathered many people who practice Taoism.

  Qingmo finally understood what he meant, his face slightly surprised: "You're saying that the murderer randomly killed monks just to lure a large number of monks to Tongchuan?"

  Liang Xin smiled and nodded: "The murderer must be plotting something, this matter requires a large number of monks to come to Tongchuan."

  At this point, Liang Xin suddenly changed the subject: "Mr. Dong Zhong has been in Tongchuan for over a month now, right?"

  Qingmo nodded, indicating for him to continue speaking.

  Li Xindao said: "Mr. Dongyuan's class, apart from the suspicious places such as 'Xianhuo' as the topic and choosing Tongchuan as the location, there is another big flaw. Mr. Dongyuan arrived here and waited for forty days before starting the class. What did he use these forty days for?"

  Qingmo stuck out his tongue and chuckled: "Good guy! The old man's forty days are waiting for the monks to gather in Tongchuan! The 'Xianhuo' class a few days later will definitely be lively!" Then he widened his eyes, suddenly realizing with surprise: "You're saying... the murderer is Dongling Mr.?"

  Liang Xin also nodded: "However... I still have one thing that I don't understand, Dong Ling can see my cultivation, naturally he should have taken me as a cultivator too, but why didn't he kill me?"

  Qingmo was startled and the wine cup in his hand shook, spilling a few drops of strong wine: "Why did he kill us!"

  Liang Xin has almost confirmed that Dong Ling is the murderer who killed many cultivators.

  When Dong Ling killed the monks, he didn't care about their cultivation or background, but just to lure the Menzong forces behind the victim to Tongchuan.

  Qingmo also recalled the scene where Danchen Eleven and Dongbi Master suddenly appeared at the door of the room in the inn, and said with some trepidation: "At that time... were they coming to kill us?!"

  "Not bad, I did think of killing you all that day!"

  As soon as the words fell, Liang Xin and Qing Mo's eyes simultaneously lit up, Dong Ying had appeared beside them, this time the silly child didn't follow.

  Qingmo was shocked and flew towards the counter, taking out the evil bow that was usually hidden under the counter.

  Liang Xin didn't move a muscle, still sitting at the table, turning his head to Qing Mo with a bitter smile: "If sir wants to kill us, we would have been dead by now."

  Mr. Dong Yin laughed and moved a stool to sit in front of the table, first eating a mouthful of food before raising his head to ask Liang Xin: "So after finishing dinner, as long as you smash the table, you don't have to pay, right?"

  Liang Xin nodded and then hastily shook his head: "No need for you to pay, I'll treat... at least we can still save a table."