Chapter 113 Flaws
They said they would leave immediately, but Fu Qingzhou and Qiu Chan still waited a little longer.
On the one hand, they are waiting to see if Wu Changfeng will return. On the other hand, both of them are not in good health after yesterday and need to rest.
Although Qiu Chan did not participate in the subsequent battles and the side effects of forcibly improving her realm gradually passed, she had not slept all night and was very exhausted.
Not to mention Fu Qingzhou, he took the magic elixir of Ziqi Xianfengguan and had a good sleep, but the injury that almost killed him could not be healed overnight, so he had to rest when he needed it. .
So he slowly went down the mountain to the village to get some serious food and drink. After the two of them had a meal together around the campfire, Qiu Chan slept on the spot with her clothes on, leaving Fu Qingzhou to stare at Dharma Yuan.
The tired Qiu Chan quickly fell asleep. She huddled beside the broken wall of the ruins of the temple, her breathing gradually became even, and her eyelashes trembled slightly.
Fu Qingzhou stared at Fa Yuan and narrowed his eyes slightly.
He suddenly thought of a question.
If Fayuan is really completely self-enclosed, why do I still stare at him?
If Fayuan had a way to find an opportunity to slip away while he was away, then how could he be called completely self-isolated?
Thinking of this, Fu Qingzhou had an idea.
He smiled and glanced at Qiu Chan who was sleeping.
There’s no rush, let’s wait until the girl is full.
Three or four hours passed. It was not until the sun set and dusk fell that Qiu Chan woke up.
She stretched, yawned, and squeezed tears from the corners of her eyes.
Fu Qingzhou has been meditating for the past few hours, slowly repairing his body with Lingxu. When he heard the movement, he opened his eyes and happened to face Qiu Chan, who was stretching her waist like a kitten.
Seeing his gaze, Qiu Chan blushed slightly, and Fu Qingzhou coughed slightly in embarrassment.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk..."
The smoker said softly: "Tang Jiao on Langhuan Mountain is going to cry..."
Fu Qingzhou threw the stone heart on the ground and stepped on it with a few feet of mud.
“What are you doing?” Qiu Chan came over confused.
Fu Qingzhou picked up the stone heart and covered it, covering up the smoker's angry curse, and said with a dry smile: "It's nothing, let's go?"
When he went down the mountain to get food, A sack had already been obtained from the village. At this time, the two of them quickly put the Dharma Yuan into the sack and began to walk down the mountain.
Fu Qingzhou winked at Qiu Chan: "Where does the senior you mentioned live?"
Qiu Chan was startled and did not say anything. Instead, she asked in a mouthful of words: "Do you really want to go?"
Fu Qingzhou winked at the sack and nodded.
"Oh...it's more than two hundred miles away. Let's go to Nushi Town to get two horses and we'll be there soon." Qiu Chan responded.
Fu Qingzhou smiled: "Okay, let's go then. It just so happens that I have to go and tell County Magistrate Chen about the murder in Nushi Town."
When he said this, Qiu Chan's expression changed. A tight.
"What?" Fu Qingzhou's eyes became dark: "Are you afraid that I will cause trouble for you?"
Qiu Chan pursed her lips: "After all, the murder case has something to do with me."
" I'm not a particularly pedantic person, but you are right. The murder is indeed related to you, so you can't get away completely."
Fu Qingzhou said softly: "Even without you, Xiaolingsha would be dead. If you kill someone once, you will definitely continue to kill her, but with you here and providing her with protection, she can be so unscrupulous and even look for someone to take the blame."
"The best way I can think of is to deal with it. On the one hand, Xiaoling's bloody clothes and murder weapons were handed over to Chen Zhixian, which can be regarded as closing some cases; on the other hand, you, Ziqixianfengguan, are required to bear the compensation and support for the families of the deceased, and find ways to redeem and rescue them. The wife and children who were sold... Of course, if you don’t want to involve Guanli, you can bear it yourself.”
Qiu Chan's eyes were slightly stagnant, and her expression was a little strange: "If I refuse, what will happen to you?"
Fu Qingzhou raised his eyebrows: "I should go to your master to talk about this."
Qiu Chan: "...Are you very familiar with my master?" "Not familiar."
Fu Qingzhou smiled and said: "But I seem to be in a few big sects. She has a weird face in front of me, I think she should agree to this.”
"...Okay." Qiu Chan said helplessly: "Just listen to you, I will send a message to Guanzhong and let the master arrange the matter."
Fu Qingzhou patted the sack on his shoulder: "Say After all, the real culprit is Fanyin Temple. When you and I destroy this temple, we can take the heads of these thieving monks to pay homage to the dead."
The two of them did not pass through the village at the foot of the mountain this time, but went directly along the way. The mountain road returned to the vicinity of Nashi Town.
After thirty or forty miles, it was already dark when we arrived near Nashi Town.
“Let’s rest in the town tonight.”
Outside the town, Fu Qingzhou looked at the lights in the town and whispered: "We will do things tomorrow."
Qiu Chan glanced at the sack on his shoulder: "What should I do with this guy? It's not easy to bring him into the town. Is it convenient? There is an unsolved murder case in the town, and Gu Zhengqing died the day before yesterday. Now we are arrogantly kidnapping someone into the town..."
"Then find a place for him to hide for the night." Fu Qingzhou smiled: "Anyway. Isn't he closed off to himself now?"
Qiu Chan frowned, clearly feeling something was wrong, but before she said anything, she caught Fu Qingzhou's look.
The smart man reacted immediately.
"In this case... that's okay."
Qiu Chan pondered: "But I'm still worried, I have to tie him up firmly."
The two of them didn't talk nonsense and got it from the mountains and forests. Some tough rattan came and tied the sacks into rice dumplings, which at most only ensured that Dharma Yuan would not be suffocated to death.
After doing all this, they hid the Dharma in a small cave, built some big rocks outside, and left for the town.
The stars and the moon are turning, and the mountain beasts are screaming.
In the quiet night, the sack hidden deep in the forest moved quietly.
After a while, the sack moved even more, knocking away some stones surrounding it, and fell to the ground, struggling quickly and slowly at first.
Afterwards, several indistinct incantations sounded. The rattan tied to the outside of the sack trembled and suddenly collapsed, and the mouth of the sack finally opened a large gap.
Then, the bandaged hand without fingers came out.
The old monk Fa Yuan crawled out of the sack bit by bit with great effort and pain, and used his bloody palms to tear off the cloth strips around his eyes and mouth.
"Damn it...these two little thieves..."
He gritted his teeth, his face full of hatred: "When I return to the temple, I will lead someone to capture you! Men use it to practice Use it as a body, and women use it to make medicine!”
Fayuan struggled to crawl out of the cave and stood up with his arms. At this time, he was covered in blood, and he had not eaten rice or water for a day and a night. Very weak, he could only stumble into the mountains and forests.
After he left and estimated half a cup of tea, two figures quietly appeared beside the cave, of course it was Fu Qingzhou and Qiu Chan.
“You really figured it out?”
Qiu Chan raised her eyebrows: "He really hasn't completely closed himself off."
"Of course." Fu Qingzhou smiled: "Even if he didn't want to escape, there must be a way to contact his people quietly. It's impossible. Just sitting there waiting for death, it's better now that he has escaped, and we can throw stones to ask for directions."
He lowered his head and looked at the ground.
Even in the night, the bloody footprints are still clear.
(End of this chapter)