Yan Li was shocked and turned his head, "How do you know my name?"
The Daoist priest pinched his fingers in an unfathomable manner and calculated. "I have my own brilliant plan. Look at your Celestial Court, it's a sign of wealth. But I see that the three flowers above your head are gathering and dispersing. You must be frightened by the Ghost Emperor Star and the Earth Chief Star. In addition, there's a faint bloody light between your eyebrows. I'm afraid your future will be difficult! "
"May I ask how you can resolve it?" Yan Li asked.
The Taoist put on airs and said lightly, "Follow me."
Yan Li followed him. When they reached a small alley, the Taoist turned around and said calmly, "I'm from Celestial Master Huang's lineage. I don't like gold and silver. But it's a taboo to reveal the secrets of heaven. If I don't accept it, I'm afraid it'll hurt the harmony of heaven. Just give me some money and I'll bear with the stink of money."
"Then I'll have to trouble you, Master." Yan Li glanced at the piece of paper that the little girl was struggling to open. He rummaged in his pocket for a while and took out a banknote, handing it to the Taoist.
The Taoist glanced at the number on the banknote. It was a hundred taels of silver, which could be exchanged for a hundred taels of heaven black stones at Lianhai Bank. His eyebrows twitching, he picked it up with two fingers and casually stuffed it into his pocket.
"The Dao of heaven is easy. The Dao of heaven treats all things as straw dogs." He looked solemn, "You must know that I've disrespected the Heavenly Dao by sacrificing my cultivation to help you pass the tribulation. I must do ten good deeds to be free. I can't tell you the cause and effect of this. Listen carefully, to get rid of the blood disaster, you must find a clean place, burn incense, take a bath, and fast for three days. On the fourth day, when the rooster crows, the blood disaster will be gone. If you break the fast, even Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal can't save you. Remember this. "
After saying that, he turned around and left with a bitter face.
The little girl glanced at Yan Li and followed him.
After turning a corner, the Taoist stopped and secretly poked his head out to take a look. He found that Yan Li was nowhere to be seen. He murmured, "So fast?"
When he turned around, he saw a piece of paper in the young lady's hand. There was a portrait of a head and a few words written on it, along with the seal of the Dragon King Manor.
His face changed, and he poked his head out again, but he didn't find Yan Li's shadow. He couldn't help but sigh, and then he stared coldly at the little girl, snatched the paper, and tore it into pieces.
The little girl shyly hugged the giant axe tightly.
The Daoist gave her a backhand slap and she fell to the ground.
"Do you still dare?" The Daoist fiercely added another kick.
The little girl shivered and shook her head violently. There seemed to be tears glistening behind her small round eyes.
"If there's a next time, you'll be on your own." The Daoist priest left after he finished speaking.
The little girl hurriedly got up and chased after the Daoist while enduring the pain. No matter how fast the Daoist walked, she was always one step behind. It was as if the end of the world would come if she missed him by even a little bit.
The Daoist came to the bustling market and looked around. Finally, he decided on a fat man with a big belly. He cleared his throat and walked over. "Good man, this poor Daoist has predicted that you will face a bloody calamity."
"Bloody your mother!" The fat man turned his head, raised his fist, and said fiercely, "Get away from me, stinky Daoist priest, you're courting death!"
"All right, all right, all right, all right, all right, all right, all right …" The Daoist priest hurriedly stepped back and waved his hand again and again.
"Hmph, you look so poor, yet you still dare to pretend to be a master." The fat man spat disdainfully and walked away.
"There are ten sufferings in life," the Daoist priest said with a bitter face. "Suffering from birth, suffering from old age, suffering from sickness, suffering from death, suffering from poverty, suffering from love, suffering from hatred, suffering from resentment, suffering from sorrow, and suffering from not being able to ask for it." After saying that, he sighed deeply and began to look for his next target.
…
When Yan Li reappeared, it was already late at night. He took a bath, changed into a clean set of clothes, put on a bamboo hat, and walked to Wang Qiaoqiao's house.
He didn't expect that Ji Lianmei's head had already been cut off, but the arrest warrant was still there, and it had even reached Jishui Commandery. He smelled something unusual.
At this time, there weren't many people on the street. When he arrived outside the Wang residence, he saw that there were several bailiffs standing outside the entire residence. The residence was brightly lit, and the shadows of people flickered.
His heart skipped a beat, and he walked straight forward. Under the puzzled gaze of the bailiffs at the door, he quickly glanced at the situation inside the residence. He saw a large group of people kneeling inside, including Father Wang and Wang Qiaoqiao.
He gathered his thoughts and walked over. When he sensed that the bailiffs were no longer paying attention to him, he flashed into a narrow alley, leaped up a roof, and silently snuck over.
"You're the one who saved that pervert, right?"
From afar, Yan Li saw a man in his forties wearing a gray cloak holding a saber at his waist. He said coldly, "If you know what's good for you, quickly hand him over. Otherwise, there will be suffering waiting for you!"
Looking at his clothes, he should be a bailiffs of the Dragon Emperor Mansion.
Wang Qiaoqiao glared at the bailiffs and said, "Brother Yan is not a pervert! In my opinion, you are more like thieves! "
The bailiffs' eyes turned cold, "Thieves? Little girl, you have a sharp tongue. "
Immediately, a bailiffs with a horse face walked out from behind him and slapped Wang Qiaoqiao, "Even in Jinyang City, not many people dare to speak to our lord like this. Little bitch, who do you think you are!"
Wang Qiaoqiao cried out in pain and fell on Wang Chun. Her thin and tender cheeks immediately turned red and swollen.
Wang Chun hugged his daughter with a heartache, and said in shock and anger, "I, I don't know any Yan Li. You can investigate the case, but why did you hit me? Is there no law?"
Yan Li secretly clenched his teeth, but he still suppressed his violent killing intent. If he attacked now, it would be equivalent to confirming the Wang family's crime of harboring criminals. Could it be that Shopkeeper Wen's jinx was right?
"Law?" Another fat bailiffs walked out and kicked Wang Chun, "Let me tell you, our lord is the law here!"
Wang Chun couldn't help coughing a few times, then he suppressed his anger and said, "This old man knows you are a bailiffs, but I don't know your name!"
The bailiffs' subordinates couldn't help laughing, and one of them said, "What, you want to sue our lord? I'm not afraid to tell you, even your county magistrate is like a mouse seeing a cat when he sees our lord."
Everyone laughed.
The bailiffs waved his hand to stop them, and said indifferently, "An honest man doesn't do underhanded things. I am Jin Bayi, and I work for Lord Lone Eagle."
"Eagle Claw Jin Bayi?" Wang Chun unexpectedly heard this name, and couldn't help but blurt out, his face already pale.
Eagle Claw was not referring to the eagle's claws, but Lone Eagle's right-hand men.
In the whole Northern Tang Empire, almost no one didn't know the Godly Arrester Lone Eagle, and those who knew the Godly Arrester Lone Eagle's most powerful subordinates were certainly not unfamiliar, and Eagle Claw Jin Bayi was one of them.
Wang Chun's lips trembled, and in his heart, he knew that in this lifetime, there was no hope of getting back his face. Today, whether the father and daughter could live or not depended on the other party's mood.
He gritted his teeth, and said, "I did save Yan Li, but he left long ago. I can swear that he never came back, and we didn't harbor him. If I knew he was a perverted thief, I wouldn't have saved him no matter what! "
"Father!" Wang Qiaoqiao cried, "Did you forget that Brother Yan saved your life before he left? How can you be so ungrateful?"
The horse-faced bailiffs immediately revealed his ferocious face, "You still dare to say such words, I think you are tired of living!"
After saying that, he took out a whip from his waist, and swung it towards Wang Qiaoqiao's face.
This person was at least a first-grade martial artist. If she was hit by him, would Wang Qiaoqiao still be alive?
Yan Li couldn't bear it anymore.
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