Xuanxia

Chapter 615 Bad Guys
"Fuwang, wake up! Wake up!"

In the middle of the night, Yang Fuwang, who was sleeping in the tent, was suddenly awakened by someone.

He opened his hazy eyes and looked at the person in front of him in a daze.

The one who woke him up was also a child, who looked very excited: "I found it! The bad guy has appeared!"

Yang Fuwang lost his sleepiness instantly and sat up with a start: "Where!"

"Agou's father stopped coughing a few days ago, but he started coughing again tonight, and he even coughed up blood... Xiaoling's grandfather did the same, and there are two more people."

The child whispered, "They are all very sick! Ah Gou found out that they all talked to a monk tonight. That monk might be a bad guy!"

Yang Fuwang didn't remember who Agou was, nor who Xiaoling was, but his eyes were bright as stars at this moment: "Where is the monk?"

"The cat is following."

The kid grinned and said, "She used to be a pickpocket in Panyang, and no one could find her."

"Let's go!" Yang Fuwang immediately got up, patted his butt, and got out of the tent with the child.

It was already very late at night, with a light snow falling from the sky. Most people in the camp were asleep, and the two children were shivering with cold, but because they were so excited, they did not slow down at all and ran as fast as they could.

"This way, this way!"

After running a few steps, they saw another child waving at them.

I leaned over to take a look and saw that it was a little boy of about seven or eight years old. He said excitedly, "The cat left a mark. That's what it looks like."

He pointed to the ground, where there were three small round stones arranged in the shape of a Chinese character “品”.

The little boy pointed to the "口" at the top of the Chinese character "品" and said, "This is the direction she is going."

Yang Fuwang's eyes lit up: "Okay! Call everyone out!"

But at this moment, the child who had awakened him at the beginning hesitated: "Um, Fuwang... that's a monk."

Yang Fuwang turned his head and frowned: "What's wrong with the monk?"

"Aren't they here to rescue us?"

The child whispered, "Could he really be a bad guy?"

"Why can't a monk be a bad guy?" Yang Fuwang sneered, "He made Agou's father and Ling'er's grandfather seriously ill! How can he not be a bad guy?"

This time, he remembered the name.

There was no need for complicated reasoning between children. His words immediately convinced the two children, and they nodded their heads heavily.

"Go, wake everyone up." Yang Fuwang ordered, "Although we are small, there is only one monk, we can deal with him! And if he makes trouble, we will shout and everyone will help us!"

At the command of the children's king, a murderous atmosphere suddenly spread throughout the camp.

Yang Fuwang walked alone and quietly along the direction of the pebble marks. He saw the marks several times along the way. Following the marks, he slowly moved towards the north of the camp - near Hongjiang.

Just as he was walking forward quietly, a small hand suddenly stretched out from the dark shadow of the tree and grabbed his wrist.

Yang Fuwang was shocked. Before he could even open his mouth to exclaim, he saw a skinny, dirty girl emerge from the shadows and gesture "hush" to him.
He immediately understood and lowered his voice: "You are the cat?"

The girl nodded, looked towards the edge of Hongjiang River, and said, "The monk went to the riverside. There was nothing to cover him there, so I didn't dare to go over there."

Her voice was very thin and soft, indeed like a cat's.

Yang Fuwang looked in the direction she pointed - the river was only thirty or forty steps away. The sound of the flood was very loud, the snow was drifting, and the night was dark, so he could not see anything.

"The river is so loud and the night is so dark, he can't find it!"

Yang Fuwang gritted his teeth and said, "He can make other people's illnesses worse, he must have hidden poison! If we don't catch him, what if he throws the poison into the river? We have to catch him!"

The cat was shocked: "Just the two of us?"

"They went to call for help."

Yang Fuwang said: "Never mind, let's go!"

After saying this, he shook off the cat's hand and quietly walked towards the river by himself. The cat was in a dilemma for a moment, and then followed closely.

Yang Fuwang was anxious, and the distance of thirty or forty steps was reached in a moment. When he got closer, he really saw a monk squatting by the river.

It was freezing cold at the time, but the monk took off his shirt, kept putting his hands into the water, scooping out water to wipe his body, and kept cursing.

"I am always asked to do this dirty work. The yellow mud powder is so terrible, and there is not much in the purifying soup. What if I get infected? It's so annoying..." "Hiss, I'm freezing to death, damn it, I'm freezing to death!"

"Damn it, why is there still some on my hands? Wash it again, wash it again... Shit, it's so cold, so cold!"

Yang Fuwang pricked up his ears to listen, and his eyes suddenly lit up!
He turned around and saw Maoer appear behind him. She had obviously heard what he said as her eyes were equally bright.

The two looked at each other, but felt a little helpless.

"What should we do?" Maoer leaned close to Yang Fuwang's ear and asked in a very low voice.

Yang Fuwang was conflicted.

How to do?
This monk must be a bad guy, but he has started to wash and wipe his body, so there is definitely no poison on him.

If he doesn't have poison and we catch him, will anyone trust him?

If it were him, after knowing that this was the person who killed his mother, he would just pounce on him and roll into the river with him.

But that "Living Buddha Jigong" said that there might be more than one bad guy, and we should catch one bad guy and pull out a bunch of bad guys just like pulling out a radish and bringing out mud!
"Wait, I have a trick!"

Mao'er's eyes suddenly lit up: "He is a Buddhist and has killed so many people. How about we pretend to be ghosts and trick him?"

"Pretend to be a ghost?" Yang Fuwang frowned: "Can you do it?"

"Just try it first!"

Mao Er laughed and said, "I know a guy. He's also here. He's much older than us. He used to perform on the overpass. He's a ventriloquist! Let's go ask him for help!"

Yang Fuwang pondered for a moment and nodded: "Then let's go back first and tell others not to come over. Let's go play ghosts together!"

After the two men made a plan, they immediately turned around and ran towards the camp quietly. The monk by the river was unaware and was still washing his body.

After washing for a while, he slowly put on his clothes and walked back.

It can be seen that this monk is also a practitioner. I don’t know what level he is at, but at least he is resistant to cold - in such a cold day, he took the cold river water to wash for a long time, and the clothes he wore were not too thick, so his face was rosy at this time.

As we walked and approached the camp, an eerie voice suddenly sounded in the distance.

"Give me back my life -"

The monk was startled and looked around, but heard no sound.

He shook his head and patted his head: "Damn, there must be water in my ears..."

But before he could finish his words, a sinister voice floated from the distance again, but it was a female voice just now and a male voice this time: "You killed me... I hate you so much..."

The monk shuddered all over, and his face, which was rosy just now, turned pale in an instant!

"Fake, it's fake..."

He looked around in horror, but vaguely saw a few gray figures floating in the dark night ahead, sometimes appearing on this side, and sometimes appearing on the other side dozens of steps away...

"Is there really a ghost?!"

The monk's pupils dilated with fear and he subconsciously began to step back a little bit.

"Give me back my life!"

The ghostly voice sounded again, and at the same time, an invisible force suddenly came with the wind and slapped him heavily on the back!

The monk was knocked to the ground and fell flat on his face. When he looked up, his eyes were full of fear. He turned his head, got up, and ran to the other side, shouting!

"Don't come looking for me! I'm just an assistant!"

In the darkness of the night, a group of children covered in rags poked their heads out from under the cloth and looked at each other in bewilderment.

"Who pushed him just now?" someone asked.

Everyone shook their heads: "I don't know."

"No way..." Another child's eyes lit up: "Is there really a ghost seeking revenge on him?"

Yang Fuwang poked his head out and sneered, "Even if there really is a ghost, it's on our side! Chase him, scare him out of his wits, and make him confess everything!"

A group of children laughed, put on their rags again, and followed the monk.

After they were all gone, Fu Qingzhou slowly walked out from the shadows, fanning himself with a smile, looking like Jigong.

(End of this chapter)