Xuanxia

Chapter 113 Flaw
They said they would leave immediately, but Fu Qingzhou and Qiu Chan still waited a little longer.

On the one hand, they wanted to wait and see whether Wu Changfeng would return. On the other hand, both of them were not in good health after yesterday and needed rest.

Although Qiu Chan did not participate in the subsequent battles and the side effects of forcibly improving her realm gradually passed, she had not slept all night and was very tired.

Needless to say, Fu Qingzhou took the magic pill from Ziqi Xianfeng Temple and had a good sleep, but the injury that almost killed him could not be healed overnight, so he had to rest.

So he slowly went down the mountain to the village to get some proper food and drink. After the two of them had a meal around the campfire, Qiu Chan fell asleep on the spot with her clothes on, leaving Fu Qingzhou to keep an eye on Fayuan.

The tired Qiu Chan soon fell into a deep sleep. She huddled against the broken wall of the ruined temple. Her breathing gradually became even and her eyelashes trembled slightly.

Fu Qingzhou stared at Fayuan with his eyes slightly narrowed.

A question suddenly occurred to him.

If Fayuan has really completely closed himself off, why should I still keep an eye on him?
If Fayuan had a way to slip away when he was not around, how could he be said to be completely self-isolating?
Thinking of this, Fu Qingzhou came up with an idea.

He smiled and glanced at the sleeping Qiu Chan.

There's no rush, just wait until the girl has had enough sleep.

So they waited for three or four hours, until the sun was setting and dusk had deepened, and Qiu Chan finally woke up slowly.

She stretched, yawned, and tears came out of the corners of her eyes.

Fu Qingzhou had been meditating for the past few hours, letting Lingxu slowly repair his body. When he heard the noise, he opened his eyes and happened to see Qiu Chan stretching her waist like a kitten.

Seeing his gaze, Qiu Chan blushed slightly, and Fu Qingzhou also coughed lightly in embarrassment.

"Tsk tsk tsk..."

The smoker sighed and said, "Tang Jiao on Langhuan Mountain is about to cry..."

Fu Qingzhou threw the stone heart to the ground and stepped on the mud a few times.

"What are you doing?" Qiu Chan walked over confused.

Fu Qingzhou picked up the stone heart and covered it, covering up the angry curses of the smoker, and laughed dryly: "Nothing, let's go?"

When he went down the mountain to get food, he had already got a sack from the village. Now the two of them swiftly put the Dharma cause into the sack and started walking down the mountain.

Fu Qingzhou winked at Qiu Chan: "Where does the senior you mentioned live?"

Qiu Chan was startled. She didn't say anything, but asked with her mouth: "Are you really going?"

Fu Qingzhou winked at the sack and nodded.

"Oh...it's about 200 miles away. Let's go to Wanshi Town to get two horses and we'll be there soon." Qiu Chan replied.

Fu Qingzhou smiled and said, "Okay, let's go. It just so happens that we have to tell County Magistrate Chen about the murder case in Wanshi Town."

Hearing him say this, Qiu Chan's expression tensed.

"What?" Fu Qingzhou's eyes turned dark, "Are you afraid that I will cause you trouble?"

Qiu Chan pursed her lips: "After all, the murder case is also related to me."

"I'm not a particularly pedantic person, but you're right. You are indeed involved in the murder, so you can't completely get away with it."

Fu Qingzhou said softly: "Even if you weren't here, Xiao Ling would have killed someone once and would have continued to kill, but with you here to protect her, she could be so unscrupulous and even find someone to take the blame."

"The best way I can think of is to hand over Xiao Ling's bloody clothes and murder weapon to County Magistrate Chen, which will be considered as closing the case. On the other hand, I need your Ziqi Xianfeng Temple to bear the compensation and support for the families of the deceased, and find a way to redeem and rescue their wives and children who were sold... Of course, if you don't want to involve the temple in this matter, you can bear it yourself."

Qiu Chan's eyes froze slightly, and her expression was a little strange: "If I don't agree, what will you do?"

Fu Qingzhou raised his eyebrows: "I should go talk to your master about this."

Qiu Chan: "...Are you familiar with my master?" "No."

Fu Qingzhou smiled and said, "But I seem to have a strange face in front of several big sect leaders. I think she should agree to this."

"...Alright." Qiu Chan said helplessly, "I'll listen to you. I'll send a message to the temple and let Master arrange this matter."

Fu Qingzhou patted the sack on his shoulder and said, "After all, the real culprit is Fanyin Temple. When you and I destroy this temple, we can take the heads of these evil monks to sacrifice to the dead."

This time, the two did not pass through the village at the foot of the mountain, but went straight back to the vicinity of Wanshi Town along the mountain road.

After a journey of thirty or forty miles, it was already dark when we arrived near Wanshi Town.

"Let's rest in town tonight."

Outside the town, Fu Qingzhou looked at the lights in the town and said softly, "We'll do it tomorrow."

Qiu Chan glanced at the sack on his shoulder and said, "What about this guy? It's not convenient to bring him into the town, right? The murder case in the town is still unsolved, and Gu Zhengqing died the day before yesterday. Now we kidnap someone and bring him into the town..."

"Then find a place for him to hide for the night." Fu Qingzhou smiled: "Anyway, he is now self-isolating, right?"

Qiu Chan frowned, clearly feeling that something was wrong, but before she could say anything, she noticed the look Fu Qingzhou was giving her.

Smart people reacted immediately.

"That's fine too."

Qiu Chan groaned and said, "But I'm still worried. I have to tie him up tightly."

The two of them didn't waste any time. They got some tough vines from the mountains and forests and tied the sack into a dumpling. At most, they just ensured that Fayuan would not be suffocated to death.

After doing all this, they hid the Dharma in a small cave, piled some large stones outside, and left for the town.

The stars and the moon rotate, and mountain beasts roar.

In the silent night, the sack hidden deep in the forest moved quietly.

After a while, the sack moved more violently, knocked over some of the stones piled around it, fell to the ground, and began to struggle, sometimes fast and sometimes slow.

Afterwards, a few unclear incantations were heard, and the vines tied to the outside of the sack trembled and suddenly broke open, and a big crack finally appeared at the mouth of the sack.

Then, the fingerless hand wrapped in bandages poked out.

The old monk Fayuan crawled out of the sack bit by bit with great effort and pain, and used his bloody palms to tear off the cloth strips covering his eyes and mouth.

"Damn... these two little thieves..."

He gritted his teeth, his face full of hatred: "When I return to the temple, I will definitely bring people to capture you! Use the men to refine the body, and use the women to refine medicine!"

Fayuan supported himself with his arms, climbed out of the cave and stood up. He was covered in blood and had not eaten or drunk anything for a whole day and night. He was very weak and could only stumble into the mountains and forests.

About half a cup of tea after he left, two figures quietly appeared beside the cave. They were of course Fu Qingzhou and Qiu Chan.

"Did you really figure it out?"

Qiu Chan raised her eyebrows: "He really hasn't completely closed himself off."

"Of course." Fu Qingzhou smiled: "Even if he didn't intend to escape, he must have a way to quietly contact his own people. He can't just sit there and wait for death. Now that he has escaped, it's better. We can throw a stone to test the water."

He lowered his head and looked at the ground.

Even in the darkness, the bloody footprints were still clear.

(End of this chapter)