The Path Toward Heaven

Shi Fengchen walked into the room, took out a thick stack of files from the dark grid in the corner of the closet, hugged it to the desk and started to read again.

These files are all about Zhao Layue and Jing Jiu.

Last year, the investigation of Qingtiansi was terminated, and these files were put into the warehouse and accumulated a lot of ash, until he was quietly brought back to his house a few days ago.

The dossier turned, and the text and portraits above were already familiar to him. It was 74 lives and countless bloody pictures.

Those pictures flashed in front of his eyes and then overlapped with the pictures many years ago.

"Can a monk kill anyone at will?"

Shi Fengchen closed the file and said after a moment of silence: "I will not let the Qingshan Sect appear a second Taiping real person."

He had a very bad view of Qingshanzong. He hosted the Qingtian Si Yamen in Nanhe Prefecture in previous years. Having seen those disciples of Liang Wangfeng acting, he was even more convinced.

The so-called jealousy is just cruel and easy to kill, and the style of Qingshanzong will inevitably bring scourge.

The scourge of the world.

Zhao Layue's talent, future status, and acting style reminded him of the scourge that year.

So Zhao Layue must die.

He couldn't tell anyone about this matter, because the Taiping real person's thing was originally the biggest secret of the monastic world, and it was also the biggest stain of Qingshan Sect.

If he uses this reason to say something, everyone will think that he is crazy and will never believe that Qingshan Sect will kill him directly.

He had wanted to meet His Majesty the Emperor and express his worries, but he did not expect the Concubine to call him again.

What else can he do without seeing His Majesty?

In this year, he thought about how to kill Zhao Layue, but could not find any way.

Until a few days ago, he had nothing to do, sorting out the books of the recent period, and suddenly found a problem.

Qingli's Dianli Pills are supplied by Qingtiansi, and these days the dosage has been much less.

In recent years, His Majesty has only favored Hu Guifei, and the amount of Dianli Pill has been reduced. Anyone can think of what this means.

Even if he was in doubt, His Majesty never thought of hiding it.

He tried to get in touch with the Prince's Mansion, and the other party was shocked.

The reaction of the Prince's Mansion made him discover that the Prince and the nearby ministers were really stupid, but he could not see that this was His Majesty's temptation.

Such a prince can certainly be used.

With a squeak, the courtyard door opened.

Shi Fengchen woke up from his contemplation, put the file back again, and walked out the door.

A young boy who looked like a little turned and closed the door, looking at him and saying happily, "Master, are you back?"

The teenager had some inconvenience in his legs and feet. He carried a basket of vegetables and walked very hard.

Shi Fengchen said: "How many times have I said, don't call me Master."

"Okay ..." The teenager looked at his face and said carefully, "Master."

Shi Fengchen couldn't help smiling.

Seeing his smile, the boy was pleased from the heart, and his voice was a few points higher. He said, "I bought fresh oily cabbage and fried bacon tonight."

Shi Fengchen wanted to say that he had eaten it, but after looking at his smile, he just shook his head and said, "Do less."

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Looking at the thin figure busy by the stove, Shi Fengchen's eyes showed a worried expression.

The child was named Wang Xiaoming, who was picked from the ruins many years ago.

That year the Xihai sword faction and the Kunlun faction two monks battled each other, and a big battle at Funiu Mountain ended in a draw.

It is said that afterwards, both parties spoke with joy and drank a few cups of precious bird's tongue tea on the Yunzhou boat, and actually felt the feeling of meeting and hating each other.

It's just that the two monks did not expect that the aftermath of their warfare shocked a large mountain wall.

In the heavy rain that night, a mudslide rushed out of the mountains, devouring a village.

Of course, even if they knew it, they didn't care.

This kind of thing has not been known in Chaotian Continent many times. The court and the Zhengdao sect have already had experience.

Qing Tiansi is, in a sense, an office for wiping buttocks for practitioners.

Shi Fengchen was still a mid-level official of Qingtian Division at that time. Looking at the mountains, he felt a little cold and couldn't give up much anger because he was helpless.

In accordance with established practice, the imperial court will compensate the villagers on behalf of both parties, and some local officials who love the people will help them rebuild their houses.

The problem is that all the people in the village are dead. Who will pay the money?Who will live after rebuilding the house?

Just as he was about to leave, suddenly a weak cry came from the debris pile, only to realize that not everyone was dead.

Shi Fengchen adopted the baby whose leg was broken by a stone. In order to allow him to live safely, he was given the most common name.

Since then, Wang Xiaoming has followed him, from Yuzhou to Nanhezhou to Chaoge City, doing trivial chores.

Shi Fengchen didn't teach him anything, not even literary studies.

Now Wang Xiaoming is doing miscellaneous work in a warehouse in Qingtiansi, and will come back to see him when he is on vacation twice a month.

"Master, the meal is ready."

Wang Xiaoming's voice came from the stove.

Carrying a bowl of white rice, Shi Fengchen looked at the tempting white bacon fried bacon on the stovetop and said, "I will never spend any money in the future."

Although his salary is not low, most of it is used elsewhere, and it is very poor. Naturally, Wang Xiaoming cannot be given any money.

Wang Xiaoming said with a smile: "The bacon was given at seventy-two, without spending money."

Shi Fengchen knew that the seventy-two he said was one of his coworkers, and said nothing more.

After the meal, Wang Xiaoming brought a cup of hot tea and said, "Master, drink tea."

Shi Fengchen took the tea and sipped his eyes.

Tea is a rough tea that is often drunk at home, but as long as it is hot enough, it is comfortable to drink.

Wang Xiaoming knew that Shi Fengchen was in a good mood at this time and asked carefully: "Master, when can I learn from you?"

Shi Fengchen opened his eyes, looked at him and asked, "Do you really want to learn from me?"

"Yes."

Wang Xiaoming's expression is very serious.

Shi Fengchen was silent for a while, and said, "Actually, you don't know. I invited people to see you when you were a kid. Your roots are very good, and your practice should be promising."

Suddenly, Wang Xiaoming stood up and shouted angrily, "I don't practice! I want to learn from the master to investigate the case."

"It takes a brain to investigate a case, but in the face of absolute power, conspiracy does not make much sense, and so does wisdom."

Shi Fengchen looked at his eyes and said very seriously: "We are all facing monks. If you want to learn from me, you must go to practice and become stronger than them ... I worshiped in Sanqing. Under Zongmen, I think so. It is a pity that my talent is too ordinary. I can't go too far on this road, but you can. "

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Three days later, Zhao Layue went to Mingcui Valley by himself.

The name Mingcui Valley is very common, indicating that the scenery is also very common, and it is not worth being given a special name, and the road into the valley is very steep and difficult to travel, even if it is the most suitable time for spring, you ca n’t see tourists.

Even steep and difficult roads are not a problem for monks, so monks can see more scenery than ordinary people, and of course there are occasional dangers.

There is a small stream in Mingcui Valley, and there is a dilapidated Taoist temple beside the stream.

When she walked into Taoist temple, she found out that the Taoist temple was an array.