Shi Toyoto-chen walked into the house, took out a thick stack of files from the secret compartment in the corner of the wardrobe, and took them to the desk to start looking through again.

These files are all about Zhao leyue and Jing Jiu.

Last year, the investigation of Qingtian Department was terminated, and these files were taken into the warehouse, and a lot of dust was accumulated until he was quietly taken home by him dozens of days ago.

When the file was flipped, he had already been familiar with the words and portraits on it. They were seventy-four lives and countless bloody scenes.

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

"Can those who practice Taoism kill people at will?"

Shi Toyotomi closed the file, and after a while, he said, "I won't let the Aoyama Sect show another Taiping Zhenren."

He had a very poor view of Qingshan Sect. He presided over the Qingtiansi Yamen in Nanhezhou a few years ago. He had seen the disciples of Liangwangfeng acting, and he was even more determined to see this view.

The so-called hatred of evil is just cruel and easy to kill. The style of Aoyama Sect will inevitably lead to disasters.

The disaster that harms the world.

Zhao Layue's talent for practicing Taoism, future status, and style of behavior naturally reminded him of the disaster that year.

So Zhao must die in the twelfth lunar month.

He cannot tell anyone about this, because the Taiping Zhenren’s affairs are the biggest secret in the world of Taoism and the biggest stain on Qingshan Sect.

If he used this reason to say things, everyone would think he was crazy and would not believe it at all. The Qingshan Sect would even kill him directly.

He wanted to meet His Majesty the Emperor and expressed his worries, but he did not expect that the Imperial Concubine never summoned him again.

If you can't see Your Majesty, what else can he do?

During this year, he thought about how to kill Zhao Layue, but couldn't find any solution.

Until a few days ago, he was idle and sorted out books from recent times and suddenly discovered a problem.

The Duanli Pills in the Gulf are supplied by Qingtiansi, and the dosage has been much smaller these days.

In recent years, Your Majesty has favored Concubine Hu alone, and the dosage of Duanli Pills has decreased. Anyone can think of what this means.

Even when he was suspicious, His Majesty had never thought about hiding this matter.

He found a way to contact the Prince's Mansion, and the other party was indeed shocked.

The reaction of the prince's mansion made him realize that the prince and the close ministers around him were really stupid, and he couldn't tell that this was His Majesty's temptation.

Of course, such a prince can be used.

With a creak, the courtyard door opened.

Shi Toyochen woke up from contemplation, packed the files again, and walked out the door.

A young man who looked like a servant turned around and closed the door, looked at him happily and said, "Master, are you back?"

The boy's legs and feet were a little inconvenient, and he felt very difficult to walk with a basket of vegetables.

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

"Okay..." The young man looked at his face and said carefully: "Master."

Shi Toyoto-chen couldn't help but smile.

Seeing his smile, the boy became happy from the bottom of his heart, his voice became several points higher, and he said, "I bought fresh cabbage and fried bacon tonight."

Shi Toyoto-chen originally wanted to say that he had eaten it, but looking at his smile, he just shook his head and said, "Make less."

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

The child was named Wang Xiaoming, and he picked it up from the ruins many years ago.

That year, the Xihai Sword Sect made an appointment with two monks from the Kunlun Sect, and a big battle was fought in Funiu Mountain, and finally ended in a draw.

It is said that both parties followed up with their hands and drank some precious cups of croaker-tongue tea on the Yunzhou, and they felt like they had met too late.

However, these two monks did not expect that the aftermath of their Taoist battle would shake a large mountain wall.

There was heavy rain that night, and mudslides rushed out of the mountains and swallowed up a village.

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

I don’t know how many times such a thing happened in Chaotian Continent, and the imperial court and the righteous sects had long had experience.

Qingtiansi, in a sense, is a yamen specializing in wiping the butts of practitioners.

At that time, Shi Toyoto-chen was an intermediate official in the Qingtian Department. Seeing the wounds all over the mountains, he felt a little cold and could not feel too much anger because he was really helpless.

According to convention, the court would compensate the villagers on behalf of the sects of both sides, and some local officials who love the people as much as their children would even help them rebuild their houses.

The problem is that all the people in the village have died, who will pay for the money? Who will live in the house after the house is rebuilt?

Just as he was about to leave, a faint cry suddenly came from the mud and stone pile, and then he realized that not everyone was dead.

Shi Toyochen adopted the baby whose legs were broken by a stone. In order to allow him to survive safely, he gave him the most common name.

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

Shi Toyoto-chen had never taught him anything, and he didn't even teach him about literature and reading.

Now Wang Xiaoming is doing odd jobs 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 kitchen.

Shi Toyochen held a bowl of white rice and looked at the tempting plate of fried bacon on the stove, saying, "Don't spend money at will in the future."

Although his salary is not low, most of it is used elsewhere, so he is very poor and naturally cannot give Wang Xiaoming any money.

Wang Xiaoming smiled and said, "The bacon was given from 72, and it didn't cost any money."

Shi Toyoto-chen knew that the Seventy-two he was talking about was one of his coworkers, so he didn't say anything more.

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

Shi Toyo-chen took the tea and took a sip, squinting his eyes.

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

Wang Xiaoming knew that Shi Toyochen was in a very good mood at this time, so he asked carefully: "Master, when will I learn from you?"

Shi Toyo-chen opened his eyes, looked at him and asked, "You really want to learn from me?"

"Yes."

Wang Xiaoming looked very serious.

Shi Toyoto-chen was silent for a while and said, "Actually, you don't know. I invited someone to see you when you were a child. Your roots and bones are very good, and your cultivation should have a future."

Wang Xiaoming suddenly stood up and shouted angrily: "I don't practice! I want to learn to investigate the case from Master."

"What is required to investigate a case is the brain, but in the face of absolute power, conspiracy does not make much sense, and wisdom is the same."

Shi Toyochen looked at his eyes and said extremely serious: "We are all facing practitioners. If you want to learn to investigate cases from me, you have to practice and become stronger than them... I was so impressed by the Three Qing Sects back then. Unfortunately, my talent is too ordinary and I can't go too far on this road, but you can."

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Three days later, Zhao royue went to Mingcui Valley alone.

The name Mingcui Valley is very common, which means that the scenery is also very ordinary, so ordinary that it is not worth a special name. Moreover, the road to entering the valley is very steep and difficult to walk. Even if it is the most suitable time for spring, you cannot see 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, and of course there are occasional dangers.

There is a small stream in Mingcui Valley, and a small pagoda temple that has been in disrepair by the stream.

She walked into the Taoist temple and found that this Taoist temple was a formation.
Chapter completed!