Demon King's Repayment - chapter 261

Lianghe Town was located in the transportation hub, with bustling commerce and lively markets.

What was rare was that the streets there could still be kept clean and orderly, and the public security environment was good. Not only were there few thieves who stole, but there were not many beggars on the side of the road. The nearby vendors liked to gather in that town to do some safe business.

Obviously, the local official who governed that place was a competent official.

Yuan Xiang and others were walking down the street. When they were about to reach the temple, they saw a doctor carrying a medicine box and was eagerly dragged by a patient’s family and hurried out.

Passers-by who watched were talking about it.

“Who is this? There are so many people with this disease recently.”

“He’s Old Wu’s only son, who was fine last night, but this morning he seemed to have lost his soul and fell asleep for no reason. The family is now in a mess, and he was rushing to get the doctor.”

An old man clapped his hands and sighed, “It’s useless to ask a doctor. We need to ask a Taoist to take a look.”

“Who said no?” Said the person next to him, “I heard that the lord of the county invited a Taoist from the Qingyi Sect, and he is now looking at the temple.”

“Oh, why is it a master of the Qingyi Sect?” Some of the audience was curious, and moved their heads to discuss, “This is such a big thing, how could they not ask a Taoist from the Dongxuan Sect?”

The person who spoke first lowered his voice, “Don’t even think about it. Once you let Dongxuan Sect involved, it’s equivalent to letting the officials know. Now the three-year exam is approaching, our town’s performance in all aspects is very good. How could the leaders be willing to let these bad things be heard by masters? Naturally, they have to secretly suppress them.”

Everyone realized it.

Yuan Xiang was a little surprised when she heard it.

The Qingyi Sect was a sect that was completely different from the Dongxuan Sect.

Compared with the style of Dongxuan Sect, it was more powerful and famous. Many teachers of the Qingyi Sect lived in Kunlun Mountains and practiced ascetic practices. Even if there were occasional disciples walking in the rivers and lakes (martial world), they were like idle clouds and wild cranes. Unless by chance, few people could ask them to come forward.

When Yuan Xiang was dealing with General Qiu Yueming’s case, she met a Taoist of the Dongxuan Sect in Mobei. The Taoist named Qingyuan had a sphinx apostle. He was willing to give her Zhanyan Dan and Yanshou Wan in exchange for Nan He. Yuan Xiang had always kept that memory fresh.

When they arrived near the temple, it turned out that at the intersection of the temple, the county government had blocked the entrance and exit, and the people watching the excitement surrounded the inner and outer three floors.

“What does this loss of soul have to do with the temple? Why did the Taoist come to this small temple instead of going to the patient’s home?”

“The outfits of these Taoist are a bit too shabby, aren’t they scammers?”

“Not so, the magistrate has always been wise, so I’ll wait for the fart people to watch the fun at ease.”

Was there someone who, like herself, perceived something wrong with the temple? Yuan Xiang led Dong’er into the crowd. She couldn’t get in and couldn’t see clearly from a distance. Nan He jumped from her arms and stepped on the roof to a high place.

“Can you tell me why you said the river God is gone?” Yuan Xiang knelt down and asked the little girl next to her.

Dong’er thought for a moment, “Sister, you can see him too, right? My mother used to take me to the temple. I often saw an old white-bearded grandfather and an uncle in black clothes playing chess in the temple, but other people can’t see them. I think they are the river Gods, but recently they have disappeared, and the whole temple is empty.”

“Were you frightened by your father last night?” Yuan Xiang touched the little girl’s head to comfort her. Normally, children of that age would easily have a shadow in their hearts when they face domestic violence.

Dong’er hesitated for a moment, “No, it’s not my father, it’s my mother.”

She raised her head and looked at Yuan Xiang, “Mother, she seems to have become another person. Last night…”

As she was about to continue, there was a rebuke from inside the temple.

“Where’s the demon? Bold!”

A Taoist in the temple lay up on the roof. The Taoist was wearing a suit, a silk tie on his waist, a bronze sword with a pattern in his hand, and a long mustache. He had the appearance of an expert.

He held a sword in one hand and pointed it at the silver-white little dog squatting on the roof like a big enemy.

The puppy rolled his eyes, jumped off the roof, relied on its petite stature, and quickly disappeared after squeezing into the crowd.

“Why, where are you running?!” The Taoist yelled, jumped up and chased him, and accidentally knocked down a few people watching the bustle while running, leaving his apology along the way.

“Sorry fellow, sorry fellow.”

“Why are you bluffing like this? Isn’t it really a magic stick(fake)?”

“Oh, he bumped into someone!”

“Why did the Taoist chase the dog away?”