Back to the early Tang Dynasty to be a fairy

Chapter 73 Xiao Langjun, the old slave has something to ask for

It was dusk, and the setting sun was hanging over the west wall of Chang'an City.

Kong Qing, with the little milk cat lying on his shoulders, dragged his hexagram stand with one hand, looked at the majestic and solemn temple in the afterglow of the setting sun affectionately, and felt reluctant to part with it for a while.

Although he knew that this day would come sooner or later, but when it really came to this moment, he felt that he still couldn't accept it...

"Why can't these monks hold a one-year Buddhist meeting?"

That's right, although Kong Qing was unwilling in every possible way, the Buddha's Birthday Ceremony in Zhuangyan Temple was successfully concluded.

That is to say, from tomorrow onwards, there will no longer be so many people in front of the gate of the Zhuangyan Temple, and the days of people queuing up every day waiting for Kong Qing to give me directions are over...

I have to look for leeks everywhere by myself again!
Think blue and thin.

But fortunately, I fooled around a while ago... After giving counsel to lawyer Pei, the other party was eager to repay his kindness, and now he is helping me repair the Qingdu Temple, which can be regarded as an end to a major event in my heart.

Coupled with the money I earned during this period, and the return I got for pulling Yu Wenli out of hell, the financial situation of Qingdu Temple has been greatly eased for the time being.

So it's okay to take a break...

But it still hurts a lot, as if I missed a hundred million again!
Kong Qing looked at the solemn temple still full of people, and comforted himself firmly. "Don't worry, one day, I will have so many leeks in Qingdu Temple... believers! If not..."

A pair of jealous eyes looked at the magnificent gate of Zhuangyan Temple.

"...The Zhuangyan Temple shouldn't have one either!"

"Lang Jun..."

Just when Kong Qingzheng was jealous of these bald... monks in Zhuangyan Temple by real name, Luoyang Zhengyin with a perfect accent suddenly came from a distance behind him. "I ran into some chores today, but I delayed for a while, and Mr. Lang has been waiting for a long time."

No matter how many times he heard it, Kong Qing felt that he could not match this voice with the person in his mind.

An old black with a Chang'an accent that is more standard than his own is really exciting!

"Where..."

The corner of Kong Qing's mouth twitched, and in a second he changed into the emoji of a master of the Taoist sect, turned around and waved his whisk, shaking his head with one hand.

"...It's Pindao who has delayed your work, Moli. If you don't, Moli, you can do things yourself. It's fine with Pindao."

"Not at all. In fact, what this old slave encountered today is quite weird..."

Mo Li smiled helplessly at Kong Qing, baring his snow-white teeth.

"During this period of time, the old slave has seen that Mr. Lang's divination is as good as a god, so he has the audacity to ask Mr. Lang to accompany the old slave to take a look. It is also a favor for the old slave, how about it?"

"help?"

Kong Qing froze for a moment, then nodded without hesitation.

"These days, Pindao has been taken care of by you. If you can help, Pindao will naturally not stand still."

"Then please, sir..."

After seeing that Kong Qing agreed to come down, Mo Li stepped forward without hesitation and snatched the rope of the trailer from Kong Qing's hand.

"The place we are going to is a little bit far away. You should put these things in a certain house temporarily. In the morning tomorrow, someone will personally deliver them to Qingduguan."

"Uh……"

Seeing Kunlun Numoli who was dragging the trailer and walking towards his house talking to himself, the corner of Kong Qing's mouth twitched silently, and then he followed up.

"A certain just said that the matter that I asked Mr. Wang to see is very weird..."

After Kong Qing and Kunlun Numoli put their hexagram cart back to Moli's home, they followed Moli out of Guiyifang and walked along Yong'an Canal to the north of Chang'an City.

On the way, Mo Li briefly told Kong Qing about the matter.

The person who had the accident was Li Huang, the adopted son of Yantie envoy Li Xunzhi from his nephew.He and his cheap father Li Xunzhi are the side branches of the Li family in Longxi who can't beat the eight poles...

But even if it's a side branch that can't be hit by eight poles, his surname is Li after all, and he can be related to His Majesty Li Yuan by turning eighteen turns. Therefore, after the establishment of Li Tang, this Li Huang also changed suddenly. A little gangster...You Xia'er has become a big fat sheep in the West Market...the big money owner among You Xia'er.

"The old slave told Mr. Lang before that thanks to the love of the rangers in the two cities, he called a certain big brother..."

Kunlun Numoli smiled at Kong Qing, her snow-white teeth gleaming under the setting sun.

"So this Li Huang and Li Dalang are also very friendly to this old slave. Many of the old slave's customers in the two cities were also recommended by Li Dalang to this old slave. It can be said that he is kind to this old slave..."

Kong Qing nodded silently.

That's right, something as high-end as Wushi San is really not something ordinary people can afford.

"Tonight, Ambassador Li Xunzhi sent someone to Dongshi to interrogate the old slave, wanting to know what happened to Li Dalang in the past few days..."

Molly's face was serious, and his brows were knit together.

"The old slave didn't know why, so he quietly inquired with the servant sent by Ambassador Li, and found out that Li Dalang went out three days ago and returned this afternoon. Shortly after returning home, he complained of a headache and yelled, 'I don't know. Let’s get up!’ He fell headfirst on the couch, flowing water flowed out from his body…”

"Couldn't stop the running water?"

Kong Qing asked with some doubts. "Are you sure it's running water, not blood?"

"The old slave asked the same question at the time, but the servant made it very clear that it is water, not blood!"

Molly replied very positively. "...After the leak, Li Dalang turned into a human skin in front of his wife, and all the muscles and bones inside disappeared..."

Listening to Mo Li's faint words, Kong Qing shivered silently.

very scary!
If Kunlun Numoli didn't lie, then this incident can definitely be regarded as a supernatural event, just like Gao Zan who was once beheaded by Kong Qing and turned into a yaksha!
"After all, Li Dalang has a kindness with the old slave, so the old slave thought that he must avenge him. But the old slave knows his own affairs, and if the opponent is in front of him, no matter whether the opponent is human or strange, the old slave will dare to step forward. spell."

Having said that, Mo Li silently turned his head and bowed to Kong Qing.

"But this matter is quite strange. With the old slave's ability, I'm afraid I can't find out the truth of the matter, and the old slave just knows that Mr. Lang is like a god, so this old slave has the cheek to ask Mr. Lang to help the old slave find the person who killed Li Dalang. murderer……"

"rest assured!"

Kong Qing took a step forward and helped Moli up.

"Since Pindao has agreed to you, he will definitely try his best to help you..."

"Thank you..."

Mo Li bowed to Kong Qing again.

"I'll leave this matter to my lord!"

Half an hour later, Kong Qing hugged the kitten and followed Mo Li to the Anding Square in the northwest of Chang'an City.

Everyone knows that in Chang'an City, there is a saying that the east is rich and the west is rich, and the south is empty and the north is real. The people who can live in Andingfang in the northwest, although they cannot be said to be high-ranking officials, are basically rich and wealthy.

In the Tang Dynasty, there were regulations on the decoration specifications of each person’s residence. For example, only the emperor can use heavy arches and caissons. For officials above the third rank, the hall can’t bear five rooms and nine frames, and the door house can’t have five rooms and five frames. When it comes to ordinary common people, they can't bear to have three or four rooms in the hall, and can't live in one or two rooms in the gate house.

Because it is impossible to manipulate the specifications, most of the rich can only work hard on the furnishings.

For example, they are now at the home of Li Xunzhi, the salt and iron envoy...

Because the specifications of the house cannot be built blindly, so he spent a lot of time drawing running water from the Yong'an Canal to make a pond for his home, piled up soil to make mountains, and valued forests. He played garden architecture in Chang'an City, where every inch of land is expensive. .

"Ambassador Li's mansion is nothing..."

Unlike Kong Qing, a bumpkin, Mo Li didn't care about Li Xunzhi's extravagant behavior at all.

"Yang Sikong's mansion is the tallest building facing Zimo, the first one connecting the green hills. At that time, it was known as the beauty of civil engineering and the prosperity of buildings. Both of them are incomparable."

Kong cleaned Molly, without saying a word.

Speaking of which, do you compare the house of a salt and iron envoy with Yang Su's mansion?Is this comparable...

How rich is Yang Suna?
Have you heard the rumors that Yang Gong's treasure can win the world if you get it?
Kong Qing and Mo Li followed the servants of Yantie Envoy Li Xunzhi's mansion to enter through the side door, and after going around various rockeries for a few times, they finally came to a small independent courtyard.

In the small courtyard, facing a room with a wide open door.Kong Qing squinted his eyes and looked in through the wide open door.

I saw an old man with gray hair and a sad face standing in the room, he should be Li Xunzhi, envoy of salt and iron, not far from Li Xunzhi, there was another one wearing a blue dress, who was crying The young woman should be the wife of that unlucky Li Huang.

A thin quilt was piled up on the bed near the two people. In front of the quilt, there was something like a deflated inflatable doll. Kong Qing reckoned that this should be that unlucky ghost Li who leaked water. yellow.

The situation that is slightly different from what Kunlun Numoli said is that the bones of this unlucky Li Huang have not all turned into water. To be precise, there is still a skull left, but because all the muscles on his face have disappeared , so what was presented to Kong Qing was a terrifying scene of a piece of human skin wrapped around a skull.

"Ambassador Li..."

It was obviously not the first time Kunlun Numoli met Li Xunzhi, so he stepped forward to salute as he knew the way.

"Someone has invited an expert, maybe he can find out the situation of Mr. Dalang and find the murderer who killed Mr. Dalang."

"Senior?"

After hearing what Mo Li said, Li Xunzhi, who looked sad, and the weeping young woman all raised their heads, and looked at Mo Li and Kong Qing with blank eyes.

"What tall man?"

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