When the officers and soldiers set off, Hu Guiyang was still sleeping. When he woke up, the police camp became much deserted. Some people went home to rest after night. A large number of soldiers went to Tiejiazhuang, and only a few were left behind.

Yuan Mao and Huo Shuangde followed the team and Fan Dajian was sent to the gate. When Hu Guiyang woke up, he said, "Where are there a thousand people? At most, five hundred people. He said he was going out of the city and then dispatched troops. I don't know if these soldiers are enough?"

"As long as they move fast enough," Hu Guiyang had already washed up, "You went to check on Blind Sun yesterday, what did you find?"

"I almost forgot that Blind Sun was killed by spells."

Hu Guiyang looked at Fan Dajian and waited for him to explain.

Fan Dajian smiled and said, "I know you don't believe it, but after listening to me, Blind Sun died interestingly, and it may not be related to Guan Dazi, Chen Kui and others. We may just happen to catch up."

Fan Dajian waited for a while, and saw that Hu Guiyang didn't ask, so he had to continue, "Do you still remember? There is a martial arts competition in the martial arts competition on July 15th and a fighting meeting."

Hu Guiyang nodded. Of course he remembered that it was because of these two rumors that he left the capital, hoping to find clues in the world.

"What I want to talk about is the battle meeting. Not everyone can attend this party, and you must have some real skills."

"What's the real skill to kill a blind Taoist priest?"

"Haha, here's the strange thing: Someone calculated the death of blind man Sun, and it was three days before the incident."

"Three days ago?"

"Yes, we hadn't decided to come to Tongzhou at that time. You haven't even heard of the name Sun Blind. I think Sun Blind is not an ordinary person. He is in charge of the Daguan Emperor Temple and has many subordinates. He protected him tightly the night before yesterday, but he was still killed as scheduled."

"What kind of spell is this? If you raise a few assassins, you can just count the death date for anyone?"

"You have to be in this kind of thing before you can feel it is unusual. In short, when Sun Blind Man died, the guy who told the fortune first became famous."

"Tell me, who is it?"

"You definitely can't guess."

"Then I'm not wrong."

"Hehe, it's Zhang Wuchen."

"Zhang Wuchen?" Hu Guiyang was really surprised.

This is what Fan Dajian wanted, and smiled and said, "That's right, it's him, He Baiwan's apprentice, Zhang Wuchen, who is now driving a mule cart near Chaoyang Gate."

"He changed his name back?"

Zhang Wuchen's original name was Zhang Wuwa, and his name was Zhang Wuchong when he drove a mule cart. The name "Five Ministers" was given to him by Liang Tiegong at that time.

"Yes, this name is amazing now, and it is no longer the nameless man of the past."

As soon as he heard the four words "nameless little man", Hu Guiyang immediately remembered Zhao Aqi, who was also an inconspicuous little person. In less than a year, he became a well-known martial arts master.

"There are other things like Jindan in it, right?" Hu Guiyang asked.

"I really haven't heard of this. I only know that Zhang Wuchen is no longer a mule man. He put on his Taoist robe and lived in the City God Temple in the west of Tongzhou City. The fortune tellers lined up in a long line, and there was no gold-making battle every day."

"Everyone wants to know when they die?"

"Don't underestimate this matter. After knowing the death date, you may be able to resolve the trouble, and maybe you can make arrangements in advance so that it will not be too hasty."

Yuan Mao and others would not know when they would be back, but Hu Guiyang was idle and had nothing to do, "Let's go and calculate it too."

"You can go, but don't say that I lied to you afterwards. The number of strange things has begun to increase again recently. You are more suspicious..."

Hu Guiyang just laughed.

Before leaving, he went to take a look at Xiao Zhoucang again.

The other seven people were taken away, only Xiao Zhoucang was still in the room, wearing shackles all night, and he was no longer as excited as before, and he seemed very depressed, but when he saw Hu Guiyang, he still stared at him.

"Do you want to know when you will die?" Hu Guiyang asked.

Xiao Zhoucang was stunned, "Bah, kill and cut, please do not come and have fun."

Hu Guiyang called in the guards and asked them to untie the shackles, "Can I take them away?"

The guards were reluctant to ask for it and immediately said, "Of course, he is not a prisoner in our patrol camp. Captain Hu can deal with it at will."

"Follow me." Hu Guiyang ordered.

Xiao Zhoucang was even more confused, but no matter what, it was more comfortable than wearing a shackle of dozens of kilograms. He hurriedly got up and followed him until the gate of the police camp, and then asked in confusion: "Where are you going?"

Hu Guiyang ignored him and said to Fan Dajian: "You lead the way, let's go to Chenghuang Temple."

"I just knew it was in the west of the city, but I don't know the specific location. I'll ask about it later." Fan Dajian said.

Xiao Zhoucang said in the jam: "I recognize the way, why are you going there?"

"I'll tell you how long you can live."

Hu Guiyang was telling the truth, but Xiao Zhoucang regarded it as a joke, sneered twice, glanced around, looking for a way to escape.

"If you run away, I will let the Guan family punish you, and then all of them will be counted on you." Hu Guiyang warned.

Xiao Zhoucang was furious, "Who said I was going to run?" He was too weak now and could not run much.

"Lead the way."

"Here." Xiao Zhoucang said coldly, tightly holding his belt and walking in front to lead the way.

Although Tongzhou City is small, it is a prosperous place. Most of the government offices are located in the north, near the wharf, and other places are full of markets. Although the streets are narrow, there are more pedestrians coming and going than in the capital.

Xiao Zhoucang is a local, familiar with the road. The more people there are on the road, the faster he walks. He takes advantage of the situation. Hu Guiyang and Fan Dajian followed closely behind, and he didn't respond to calling him.

When I walked past a fish market, Xiao Zhoucang disappeared.

"You made a mistake." Fan Dajian complained, "This kid is just going to run away."

"Just run away, he's useless now." Hu Guiyang looked for a fishmonger near to ask about the place where the Chenghuang Temple was. It turned out that it was not far away, but Xiao Zhoucang did not lead the wrong way.

The Chenghuang Temple is not big and looks quite similar to the government office. After arriving here, there were fewer pedestrians.

A man sat on the temple threshold. Seeing Hu, Fan and others, he stood up and said, "You are walking too slowly."

"Hey, you... didn't you run away?" Fan Dajian looked at Xiao Zhou Cang in surprise.

"If I run away, the Guan family will be in trouble. Brother Guan's body is not cold, so I can't implicate his family."

"For more than a month, the bones have become cold." Fan Dajian said angrily. He fired a gun and killed Guan Dazi, and did not like to listen to this person anymore.

There were really people queuing up in the City God Temple, not many, seven or eight people, and they were talking about each other, and the target of the conversation was Zhang Wuchen.

Fan Dajian bypassed the queue and went in to find someone. He came out soon and waved to Hu Guiyang: "Come on."

Fan Dajian was an old man, and the queue didn't say anything. When everyone was unhappy when they saw two ordinary people going in, they scolded him with all their eyebrows. Fan Dajian said with a grimace: "Zhang Shenxian had already come to Lord Hu, so he was in front of you."

Everyone had nothing to say. They believed in this kind of thing. Not long after, another little Taoist priest came out and said, "The immortal is tired and his magic power has been exhausted. You guys come again tomorrow."

In the rented room, Zhang Wuchen was completely tired. Although he wore a Taoist robe, he still had the simplicity of a coachman, and he laughed at everyone he saw, and he was kind and pleasing to him. He seemed to call him "master" and "guest official" at any time.

Back then, Liang Tiegong won over Zhang Wuchen, and he was attracted by his burly body and majestic spirit. Now that most of his burly body is left, his majestic spirit has disappeared completely.

Zhang Wuchen no longer makes a living by looking at him.

"Master Hu, long time no see you." Zhang Wuchen bowed and smiled, very polite.

Hu Guiyang looked at Zhang Wuchen a few times, "Sir, three days away, look at him with admiration. I have to pick out my eyes when you look like this."

"Haha, Mr. Hu, please sit down and talk."

This is a small side hall, which is dedicated to some little gods, without a chair or stool, and two cushions were laid in front of the incense table. Zhang Wuchen and Hu Guiyang were sitting opposite him. Fan Dajian coughed, and the little Taoist priest immediately brought him a cushion, and only Xiao Zhoucang was still standing.

"No need to speak, I know why Mr. Hu came here."

"It's easy to be troublesome." Hu Guiyang observed carefully and found that in addition to his outfit, Zhang Wuchen also had some changes. It was a kind of self-confidence that was too proud and overwhelmed. It was rarely seen in the mule-driver.

Hu Guiyang remembered Zhao Aqi again. One of them was not good-looking, and the other was tall and burly, but had the same confidence.

"After waiting for so long, the immortal finally favored me." Zhang Wuchen pointed up with a serious expression, but couldn't help but want to laugh. The happy smile was not a joke, "I will cherish and use it well with the ability to predict the future..."

"Blind Sun..."

The smile on Zhang Wuchen's face disappeared, "Oh, there is something wrong with the prophet in the future... I'm wrong, I'm sorry, I'm sorry for asking for forgiveness to the emperor..." Zhang Wuchen muttered and recited a few scriptures and continued, "Blind Sun's life has ended, and there is a way to save it, but he doesn't believe me. I have no grudges with him, I just repeat the words of the emperor as it is."

Zhang Wuchen stretched out his hands, carefully held out a small incense burner from the side, and slowly placed it in front of him, "It's it."

A stream of smoke rose from the furnace and dispersed several feet apart. Apart from that, nothing was different.

"Do you think about how long he can live?" Hu Guiyang pointed at Xiao Zhou Cang.

Xiao Zhoucang didn't take it seriously before coming. After entering the temple, he became nervous when he saw someone queuing up. Facing the incense burner and the gods, he became even more nervous. His face changed and he said in a trembling voice: "I, I have never done anything bad that is harmful to the world..."

Fan Dajian, who was sitting next to Hu Guiyang, sneered, "In your eyes, Guan Dazi is a saint?"

Xiao Zhoucang is usually brave, but he doesn't dare to say anything at this time.

Zhang Wuchen fiddled at Xiyan's gesture, but he did not recite scriptures on his mouth, and could speak normally: "Destiny is determined by heaven, whether it is good or bad, whether it is long or old, it is all written in the immortal book. If a mortal doll can see the secrets of heaven, if he can repent, the number of days may not be able to be rewritten..."

Xiao Zhoucang kept nodding.

Zhang Wuchen stopped and asked, "What's your name?"

"Xiao Zhoucang."

"No."

"Nicknamed Xiao Zhoucang, real name is Zhou Wang."

"It's still wrong."

"What's wrong? Is the Supreme Immortal unwilling to calculate for him?" Fan Dajian asked.

Zhang Wuchen shook his head and looked at Hu Guiyang opposite him, "'Great is no more than three', the immortal said to me 'Great is no more than three', which means that people with the surname Gao can live for three days. Do you have friends with the surname Gao?"
Chapter completed!