Chapter 584

He Lingchuan opened the box and saw a wax-sealed white pill lying inside.

"State Preceptor Shuangye handed it to me personally; this was only refined by him three days ago," Fushan Yue laughed, "If you swallow it now, you will be able to run and jump in a while."

The Emperor's word is not a joke; the spirit pill handed to Fushan Yue by the Demon Emperor on such an occasion shouldn't be fake or harmful.

He Lingchuan put away the box: "It's a waste to swallow it directly; I'll keep it for saving my life in the future."

He had two points of curiosity in his heart: "Beijia has four State Preceptors; what is the relationship between them?"

"Two of Beijia's State Preceptors are human, and two are great demons; this ancient system hasn't changed for more than five hundred years," Fushan Yue said, "So the relationship between the State Preceptors of the Green and Summer Palaces is better, and the Autumn and Winter Palaces interact more often."

He Lingchuan nodded and asked a key question: "Then what about State Preceptor Qingyang and State Preceptor Shuangye?"

Fushan Yue was surprised: "Why do you ask this?"

"Our case has been investigated to State Preceptor Qingyang; shouldn't we know more about them?"

These words were very meaningful, making Fushan Yue think for a long time.

"These two are not too harmonious," he took a sip of wine, "State Preceptor Qingyang has the longest seniority and the most experience in deploying Yuan power; State Preceptor Shuangye is second, most trusted by the gods, and also the State Preceptor who has visited foreign countries the most. I heard that he has close friendships with many foreign monarchs, such as the Baling Kingdom, the Jing Kingdom, etc."

He Lingchuan was surprised: "This is also okay? The Emperor is not angry?"

The State Preceptor of Lingxu City is flirting with foreign monarchs; does the Demon Emperor turn a blind eye? "What's the big deal about this?" Fushan Yue laughed, "Does State Preceptor Shuangye dare to rebel? Besides, maybe there is the god's instruction behind this."

Who knows?

But he immediately lowered his voice: "The late Emperor relied more on State Preceptor Qingyang."

After lunch, He Lingchuan changed into coarse cloth clothes to disguise himself as a servant, drove a bullock cart transporting waste, and slipped out from the back door with the chubby cook.

For such a large residence to operate, at least a dozen servants are needed, from weeding and watering flowers, buying vegetables and cooking, to various chores, all needing manpower.

Labor in Lingxu City is very expensive.

The residence of Madam Ying in Dunyu, the capital of the Summer Prefecture, also needs to be managed by people daily, and the average labor cost is less than 30% of here. And from now on, the person paying the wages is He Lingchuan, sigh.

He just moved to the Pan Mountain Residence, and not many people knew, but he tried to be cautious in his actions.

Determining that he wasn't being watched, he parted ways with the servant at the fork in the road, turned and entered the carriage and horse firm, and hired a donkey cart to go to the Nanli District.

The Great Horned Rock Sheep was staying in the backyard of the Pan Mountain Residence stealing green grass with dew; its appearance was too distinct and not suitable for He Lingchuan's trip this time.

Fortunately, the Pan Mountain Residence was on the edge of the main city area, and going south was the Nanli District. Just like this, the donkey cart walked unhurriedly for an hour, and even added some oil with three carrots in the middle.

He Lingchuan's destination was a small mountain called Fengchi Mountain, which looked like a phoenix spreading its wings from a distance.

Of course, there are not many high mountains in the Lingxu City territory, and everyone is a low peak lying on the ground. The donkey cart wound its way up along the mountain road, looking at the lush greenery, with old banyans being the most numerous.

Along the way, passing several villas and large residences, all the doors were closed. The stream gurgled, and the sunset glow passed through the dense branches and leaves and long banyan whiskers, casting mottled tree shadows on the towering walls.

A scene of peaceful years.

On Fengchi Mountain, there are only ten households.

But this is not He Lingchuan's final destination either. The donkey cart just took a shortcut, turned down the mountain from the fork, and soon turned to the foot of the mountain on the other side of Fengchi Mountain.

The main road was still wide and flat, but after turning into the small road on the edge of the market and walking two or three miles, flying dust and fishy smells rushed towards him.

This town by the lake is very small, mainly for the distribution of fish goods from nearby lakes and rivers, so the fishy smell is almost pickled into every pillar and every piece of ground, no matter how it is washed, it cannot be cleaned.

He Lingchuan got off the car here.

In this kind of place, high officials and noble lords would never come in their lifetime, and even ordinary commoners would cover their noses when passing by.

But He Lingchuan didn't blink, walked to the pier, found the oldest fisherman, handed over two pieces of chewing tobacco and a leaf: "I'm looking for Old Ge."

This old man was dark and thin, dry like dehydrated. He was originally sitting on a stool on the fishing raft, staring at the water. He Lingchuan watched him for a long time and found that his eyeballs didn't move at all, like a wooden carving.

Hearing He Lingchuan's words, his action of taking the chewing tobacco was quite rapid, and he immediately peeled a piece and put it in his mouth to chew.

Of course, he also looked at the leaf twice, made a "follow me" gesture, and walked towards the shore.

The banyan leaf He Lingchuan gave was different, with gold edges wrapped around both sides of the green leaf.

This was naturally generated, and Old Ge used it as a business card. Of course, no one would forge this.

The old fisherman led He Lingchuan towards the town; his left leg was lame, his left shoulder was collapsed, and his movements were very uncoordinated.

It seemed that they had just received more than a dozen boatloads of fish, and the whole town was very busy.

Busy but quiet, as if the people here didn't like to talk. When the old fisherman led He Lingchuan past, everyone just raised their eyes and continued their work.

All kinds of silver-shining, fierce and jumping big fish formed a sharp contrast with the broken town.

How many people know that before these lake treasures are classified and served on the tables of the wealthy, they will first pass through the hands of fishermen full of rough knots and hard calluses? On the edge of the town, there was a low stone-shell house. Only when walking close did he know that the outer wall was not stone shell, but rammed with clam shells and other shells. But the house was relatively clean, there was no debris in the courtyard, and there was no fishy smell of the town.

"Old Ge."

He Lingchuan called out.

In the nearby canopy and the low cliff behind, several shadows flashed immediately.

There were humans, mountain demons, and other demons.

It seems that the monkey has quite a few people under him.

A shadow flashed in the house, and the gibbon came out.

"Oh, isn't this Mr. He?"

As soon as it raised its hand, the figures peeking around shrank back.

He Lingchuan smiled: "Still recognize me?"

"That's for sure!" Old Ge's mouth split to the ear, revealing a mouthful of big yellow teeth, "You are the Chiyan special envoy, chasing the Anti-Aging Pill case here. I heard the guesthouse exploded last night, are you okay?"

This old monkey's news is indeed quite well-informed.

He Lingchuan shook his head.

Old Ge looked at the old fisherman again, "You didn't take the main road? You came from the lakeside?"

"Yes, saving time."

Coming from the main road, he wouldn't see the broken busyness of the town. Now like this, it makes him look quite cheap. Old Ge muttered in his heart, waved his hand at the old man, and the latter turned blankly, limping away.

"Why are you staying here?" This big macaque seems to have made a lot of money, right?

"The biggest lake in the Nanli District is here, I've stayed for decades," Old Ge bared his teeth, "Too lazy to move."

"I see quite a few people living in the town, not doing fish business." There are many broken houses in the town, all with residents; some people don't even have houses to sleep in, all living in nests built of broken tarpaulins.

"Those are all poor wretches from out of town, thinking Lingxu City is full of gold, all wanting to come to make a fortune, only knowing they are dreaming after coming," Old Ge laughed, "No two copper coins in their pockets all year round. If they don't live in the shacks here, they can only sleep on the street."

The land price in Lingxu City is expensive, and the rent is of course impossible to be cheap.

In this place full of rich and noble people, the lives of the poor are even more difficult.

He Lingchuan asked him: "You said, just find you if there's anything?"

"Right, right!" Old Ge laughed, "Just order if you have anything, convenient or inconvenient, I can handle it here!"

"Finding someone?"

The gibbon patted its chest with a *bang-bang* sound: "No problem. Please come in!"

He welcomed He Lingchuan into the shell house.

After coming in, the gibbon puffed out its chest, and its momentum was different: "Who are you looking for? Alive or dead?"

This place was also cleaned up very cleanly. The wooden table surface was polished with a layer of shiny patina, but there was a blue porcelain vase on it, with a bunch of small flowers inserted.

This is probably a reception area, to pay attention to face projects. Because he saw a pile of debris in the back room through the slightly opened door crack.

Feeling He Lingchuan's gaze, the old ape stretched its long arms and quickly closed the door leading to the back.

"Yesterday it was alive, now it's not necessarily," He Lingchuan took back his gaze, "The guesthouse exploded yesterday, you already know."

"Ah, I heard it early in the morning," Old Ge scratched his head, "Such a thing hasn't happened in more than a hundred years."

"The one blown up was my guest room."

Old Ge's movements paused, as if digesting this news, and then asked: "Do you want me to find the murderer?"

"What murderer?" He Lingchuan didn't blink, "I want you to help find two people, both small, dark-skinned, dry and thin, with red eyes. One has very large and bulging eyes, like a frog, and the other always likes to sniff. Both have fish-scale-like peeling on their arms, and there is a faint fishy smell on their bodies."

He thought for a moment: "Their faces are two-tenths similar, very likely brothers."

Old Ge heard it and said: "Probably people who make a living by the water."

"That's why I came to find you," He Lingchuan took out a silver ingot, "I want to know their names and addresses, and where they usually hang out. Can you handle it?"

"This job has risks," Old Ge pondered, "People who dare to blow up the guesthouse must be extremely vicious!"

He Lingchuan took out another silver ingot.

"No name, no surname, need to send more people to find them."

Three silver ingots.

Old Ge's eyebrows stretched out: "They might retaliate afterwards!"

He Lingchuan didn't give any more, but took back the silver he had shown: "Not taking it, right? I'll find someone else."

"Hey, hey hey!" Old Ge quickly grabbed the silver from his hand, "Take it, take it! Mr. He is generous, I will give you news in three days!"

"Too long, two days."

"Good, good," Old Ge laughed, "My hospitality is poor, what do you want to drink, fruit juice?"

It took a lidless small pot from the cabinet behind, and turned out a wooden cup, pouring it full.

It's the last day of March, asking for monthly tickets!

(End of chapter)