Chapter 158

Name:The Path Toward Heaven Author:Mao Ni
Shi FengChen entered the room, took out a thick stack of files from the dark grid in the corner of the wardrobe, held them to the desk and began to look through them again.

These files are all about Zhao Layue and Jing Jiu.

Last year, the investigation of Qingtian company was terminated. These files were collected into the warehouse and accumulated a lot of ash. Until he quietly brought them home dozens of days ago.

When the file was turned over, he was already familiar with the words and portraits on it. It was 74 lives and countless bloody pictures.

Those pictures flashed before his eyes and then overlapped with those many years ago.

"Can monks kill at will?"

Shi FengChen closed the file and said after a moment of silence, "I won't let the second Taiping immortal appear in Qingshan sect."

His view of Qingshan sect is very poor. He presided over Qingtian division Yamen in Nanhe Prefecture a few years ago. He saw those two forgetting peak disciples act, which strengthened this view.

The so-called jealousy of evil as hatred is just cruel and easy to kill. Such a style of qingshanzong is bound to bring disasters.

A scourge on earth.

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

So Zhao La Yue must die.

He can't tell anyone about this, because the matter of Taiping immortal is the biggest secret of the monastic world and the biggest stain of Qingshan sect.

If he said something for this reason, everyone would think he was crazy and would not believe it at all. Qingshanzong would directly kill him.

He wanted to meet his majesty and express his worries. Unexpectedly, the imperial concubine never summoned him again.

What else can he do without seeing his majesty?

This year, he thought hard about how to kill Zhao Layue, but he couldn't find any way.

Until a few days ago, he had nothing to do. When he sorted out his books recently, he suddenly found a problem.

The Duanli pill in the palace is supplied by qingtiansi. The dosage has been much less these days.

In recent years, her majesty has only favored concubine Hu, and the dosage of Duanli pill has been reduced. Everyone can think of what this means.

Even when he suspected, his majesty didn't want to hide it.

He tried to get in touch with the prince's house, and the other party was really shocked.

The reaction of the prince's house made him find that the prince and his close ministers were really stupid. He couldn't see that it was his Majesty's temptation.

Of course, such a prince can use it.

With a squeak, the courtyard door opened.

Shi FengChen woke up from his meditation, put the file back and walked out of the door.

A boy like a boy turned and closed the door, looked at him and said happily, "master, are you back?"

The boy's legs and feet were inconvenient. He was carrying a basket of vegetables and it was very difficult to walk.

Shi FengChen said, "how many times have I said, don't call me master."

"OK..." the boy looked at his face and said carefully, "master."

Shi FengChen couldn't help laughing.

Seeing his smile, the young man was happy from the bottom of his heart. His voice was also several points higher and said, "I bought fresh oil cabbage and fried bacon tonight."

Shi FengChen wanted to say he had eaten, but 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 showed a worried look in his eyes.

The child's name is Wang Xiaoming. He picked it up from the ruins many years ago.

That year, two monks of Xihai sword sect and Kunlun sect fought against each other. They fought a big war in Funiu Mountain and ended in a draw.

It is said that after the event, the two sides made love and drank many precious cups of sparrow tongue tea on the cloud boat, which made them feel sorry to meet late.

However, the two monks did not expect that the aftershock of their Taoist war had crisped a large mountain wall.

That night, a heavy rain, debris flow rushed out of the mountains and swallowed up a village.

Of course, even if they know, they don't care.

Such things have happened many times in Chaotian mainland. The imperial court and orthodox sects have long had experience.

Qingtian division, in a sense, is a yamen dedicated to wiping the buttocks of practitioners.

At that time, Shi FengChen was still a middle-level official of the Qingtian division. Looking at the devastation all over the mountain, he felt a little cold and could not produce much anger because he was helpless.

As usual, the imperial court will compensate the villagers on behalf of both sides, and some local officials who love the people like children will even help them rebuild their houses.

The problem is that the whole village is dead. Who will pay for the money? Who will live in the rebuilt house?

Just as he was about to leave, a faint cry came from the mud and stones. Only then did he know that not everyone was dead.

Shi FengChen adopted the baby whose leg was broken by a stone. In order to let him live safely, he gave him the most common name.

Since then, Wang Xiaoming has been following him, doing trivial chores from Yuzhou to Nanhe Prefecture and then to Chaoge city.

Shi FengChen didn't teach him anything. He didn't even teach him to read. Now Wang Xiaoming is doing chores in a warehouse of Qingtian company. He will come back to see him when he takes a rest twice a month“ Master, the meal is ready. " Wang Xiaoming's voice came from the kitchen. Shi FengChen, holding a bowl of white rice, looked at the tempting plate of fried bacon with white rape on the stove and said, "don't spend money at will in the future." Although his salary is not low, most of it is spent elsewhere. He is very poor. Naturally, he can't give Wang Xiaoming any money. Wang Xiaoming smiled and said, "Bacon is seventy-two. It doesn't cost money." Shi FengChen knew that the 72 he said was one of his workmates and didn't say anything more. After the meal, Wang Xiaoming brought a cup of hot tea and said, "master, drink tea." Shi FengChen took a sip of tea and narrowed his eyes. Tea is a kind of coarse tea often drunk at home, but as long as it is hot enough, it will be comfortable to drink. Knowing that Shi FengChen was in a good mood at this time, Wang Xiaoming carefully asked, "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 looked very serious. Shi FengChen was silent for a while and said, "in fact, you don't know. I invited someone to see you when you were a child. Your root bone is very good and your practice should have a future." Wang Xiaoming suddenly stood up and shouted angrily, "I don't practice! I want to learn from you, master. "“ Investigation needs brains, but in the face of absolute power, conspiracy doesn't make much sense, and so does wisdom. " Shi FengChen looked into his eyes and said very seriously, "we are all monks. If you want to learn from me to investigate cases, you have to practice and become stronger than them... I thought so when I worshipped under the Sanqing sect. Unfortunately, my talent is too ordinary to go too far on this road, but you can." Three days later, Zhao Layue went to Mingcui Valley alone. The name of Mingcui Valley is very common, which means that the scenery is also very ordinary. It is not worth a special name. Moreover, the road into the valley is very steep and difficult. Even in the most suitable spring season, there are no tourists. No matter how steep and difficult the road is, it is not a problem for practitioners, so practitioners can see more scenery than ordinary people. Of course, it is sometimes dangerous. There is a stream in Mingcui Valley, and there is an old and disrepair Taoist temple on the Bank of the stream. When she walked into the Taoist temple, she found that the Taoist temple was an array. This novel has been translated by www.novelhall.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.