Chapter 835
It’s not me
Chapter 835 It’s not me
Zhang Ziwang went to see the county magistrate.
Pan Yun and Li Wenying squatted on the street, each holding a bowl and eating wontons.
Li Wenying poured the last drop of soup into her mouth, wiped her mouth, looked around, and sighed, "This town is so desolate. Before noon, the market on the street has already closed down. There is only one steamed bun shop and one wonton stall that doesn't even have a storefront."
Pan Yun finished the last drop of soup, casually took out a handkerchief to wipe her mouth, glanced around, and said, "It's not because of the market, is it?"
"But the Huang family mansion is so wealthy, so the villagers in the town and nearby villages should also be very rich. Even if it's not a market day, there should still be some people around."
Pan Yun glanced at him.
Li Wenying moved closer to her, shoulder to shoulder, and whispered, "Do you also think that the man surnamed Huang is rich but heartless?"
Pan Yun: "It's not what I think, it's what you think."
Li Wenying seemed not to hear and continued: "For those in the underworld, robbing the rich to help the poor is their professional code of conduct."
Pan Yun: "Go ahead, I'll support you in my heart."
Seeing that she was not tempted, Li Wenying changed his tune, saying, "But we are Taoists, we should not be so rough, we can outsmart her."
"You can't even get through the door, and you still want to cheat and swindle?"
Li Wenying: "He seems to be very afraid of the Taoists of Longhu Mountain. We can pretend to be enemies of Longhu Mountain and go there under a different identity."
Pan Yun: ...That's consistent with her behavior back then. If she really goes, that Huang guy will probably let it slip.
Pan Yun: "Senior Brother Li, I never knew you were so unconventional."
"Hey, when you're out in the world, you have to be a little spontaneous."
What will happen if Zhang Ziwang finds out?
Li Wenying remained silent.
Pan Yun felt relieved, and at this moment, she was also glad that Zhang Ziwang had come along.
Li Wenying moved two steps to the side, no longer shoulder to shoulder with her, placed the bowl in front of her, and sighed as she looked at the drab little town.
As he looked around, a question arose in his mind: "Where's your cat?"
Pan Jun expressionlessly placed her bowl on top of his bowl and casually said, "He went to catch field mice."
Li Wenying was stunned: "It eats field mice?"
"You don't feed it. It can only absorb spiritual energy, it hasn't become an immortal yet. It will starve to death if it doesn't eat."
Li Wenying looked at her accusingly: "It's just a cat. If you can't afford to raise it, give it to me and I'll take care of it. You actually let it go out alone to catch field mice to eat!"
Pan Xiaohei had already reached the edge of the magic array that Pan Yun had set up. He contacted Pan Yun through his main body: "[I've found the array's core. Shall we break it open now?]"
Pan Yun glanced at Li Wenying beside her, estimated the time it would take for Zhang Ziwang to return, and silently hummed in agreement. Pan Xiaohei then swung its paw and peeled off the yellow talisman pasted on the array's core...
Pan Yun suddenly clutched her stomach, hissed twice, and grabbed Li Wenying's arm, saying, "Oh no, I think I ate something bad!"
Li Wenying exclaimed "Ah!" and immediately helped her up: "Come on, come on, I'll find you a toilet!"
"No, this can't be solved by the outhouse, it hurts too much, it feels like my intestines are being twisted up, ouch ouch ouch..."
Seeing that she was in so much pain that her face was pale and her forehead was covered in cold sweat, Li Wenying quickly grabbed her wrist to take her pulse, her brows furrowed: "Is this food poisoning? I think it's a stitch in your side?"
"What kind of side stitch? I wasn't cultivating or yelling just now, how could I have a side stitch? It must be an upset stomach. Senior brother, quickly give me a couple of acupuncture needles." "Are needles something you can just stick in anyone?"
Li Wenying grabbed her calf and felt her Zusanli acupoint through her pants. She pressed it with her thumb and saw that her face was pale and she was crying out in pain. Then she concentrated her energy and massaged it: "You really have an upset stomach?"
Li Wenying decided to go and argue with the stall owner later.
The wonton stall owner next door was also quite frightened. He quickly put away the bowls and pushed his cart outside, letting Li Wenying help Pan Jun sit inside: "It's cool here. Young lady, are you suffering from heatstroke?"
He quickly replied, "My wontons are very clean. I personally selected the meat, which was all slaughtered by the butcher early this morning. The vegetables are grown at home, so there won't be any problems."
Pan Yun waved her hand: "No, it's not your fault. I had a craving this morning and secretly ate two pieces of spoiled osmanthus cake."
Li Wenying looked at her speechlessly.
The stall owner breathed a sigh of relief, wiped the sweat from his face with a handkerchief, and laughed, "I knew it, my wontons were clean."
He immediately poured a bowl of rice porridge: "Drink some of this, it'll replenish your energy. Rinse yourself off, and you'll be fine after a short trip to the toilet."
Pan Yun hummed in agreement, then noticed that Li Wenying was about to pull her hand away from her leg. She cried out again, pleading, "Senior brother, please give me a couple of acupuncture needles."
Li Wenying grumbled and cursed, but still took the needle kit from Pan Yun and had her lean against the door. She took out four needles and inserted them into two points: Zusanli, Zhongwan, and Tianshu.
Although his medical skills were not as good as Tao Ji's, or even as good as Miao He's and Tao Yanbai's, he was still good at acupuncture.
For Taoist priests, touching acupoints is as commonplace as eating and drinking.
So he always stitched through the clothes, and not only was the needle placement accurate, but the length of the stitch was also perfect.
The two needles on Zhongwan and Tianshu were vibrating, seemingly having a real effect, and Pan Yun's face was no longer so pale.
When Zhang Ziwang and the county magistrate arrived with a group of yamen runners, the needle had already been removed, and Pan Yun had gone to the outhouse.
When Pan Yun came out of the outhouse for the second time, her lips had regained their rosy color. After drinking a bowl of rice soup, she felt refreshed and said, "I'm all better!"
Zhang Ziwang frowned as he looked at the two of them: "What's wrong with you two?"
Pan Yun smiled sheepishly, "I ate something spoiled because I was craving it, and I got an upset stomach. Luckily, Senior Brother Li was here, and I'm all better now."
Zhang Ziwang then stopped asking questions, and the three of them followed the county magistrate into the Huang residence.
Master Huang had great ambitions, but his great cause was not yet accomplished, so he still had to shrink back in front of the county magistrate.
So when he saw Zhang Ziwang and the other two return, although he was angry and frustrated, he still had no choice but to let them in.
However, amidst his anger, there was also some fear in his eyes. What should he do? Was their family's secret of wanting to become a dragon about to be exposed to the public?
As soon as Zhang Ziwang and Li Wenying entered the courtyard, they took their compasses and started wandering around. Pan Yun also took out her own compass, pretending not to know anything, and followed the pointer on the compass to find the magic array and the dragon vein.
She checked the array points and nodded slightly. Pan Xiaohei had cleaned them very thoroughly and hadn't left any claw marks.
The so-called "cleaning up" means that not a single yellow talisman was left, but the traces of the magic array cannot be erased.
Zhang Ziwang and his team quickly located the array points and the array core, but to their surprise, the compass was beating. "This is... the array has been deactivated?"
Zhang Ziwang suddenly looked up at Li Wenying.
Li Wenying jumped up and shouted, "It wasn't me!"
Zhang Ziwang's face was ashen, his expression full of suspicion: "Not you?"
(End of this chapter)