Bizarre Cultivation: Starting from Being Beaten Up by Reality

Chapter 53 Proving it to my senior brother

Behind Mu Qingfeng, a string of yamen runners followed, some of them disheveled and dressed casually, as if they had just been pulled out of bed.

Their hands were all tied, and they were strung together in a line. Guards with iron rulers stood on both sides to maintain order in the procession.

"Boss, isn't it too smooth? We didn't encounter anything, no resistance at all. When we went in, many of them were still asleep in bed," Mu Qingfeng said with a solemn expression.

"Wouldn't it be better if things went smoothly?" Lin Fan said irritably, almost thinking something had gone wrong. "This is the list we checked. Check it against the list and catch anyone we missed."

Lin Fan tossed the list to Mu Qingfeng.

They escorted the Feng family back to the yamen. As soon as Lin Fan entered, he ran into Miao Zhuzi and Registrar Jia, who had just returned.

They spent the night in the Ma family's warehouse yesterday and returned early this morning.

"Senior brother, I have something for you." Miao Zhuzi greeted Lin Fan with a gentle smile.

Interrogating the Feng family members and arresting the rest were not things Lin Fan was good at, so he simply handed them over to Mu Qingfeng and went with Miao Zhuzi.

In the house where Miaozhuzi is temporarily staying.

Lin Fan touched the new clothes his mother had sewn for him. The clothes had been carefully washed again and infused with insect-repelling herbs, and they smelled wonderful.

It's only been a few days, but it feels like ages ago when I wore these clothes.

"Junior sister specially brought Senior Brother's luggage from the temple, thinking that Senior Brother might find it useful," Miaozhuzi said, handing over the items.

Lin Fan didn't have much luggage: a few clothes, some copper coins, and some odds and ends.

Lin Fan looked at the hoe leaning against the wall and remembered Yun Xiangzi's words that the Red-Clothed Curse might return, so he couldn't help but frown.

"Junior sister, is there any way to completely remove the Red Robe Curse?"

Miao Zhuzi brushed a strand of hair behind her ear: "Senior brother overestimates me. If it were a minor spell of the first or second tier, perhaps junior sister could give it a try. But a third-tier red-clothed spell? If junior sister were to encounter it herself, she would have difficulty even protecting herself."

Lin Fan nodded with some disdain.

In fact, Yun Xiangzi had mentioned a method to nurture the Red-Clothed Curse before. If that method worked, although he wouldn't be able to get rid of the Red-Clothed Curse, at least he wouldn't have to worry about her harassing him every night.

Lin Fan certainly didn't trust Yun Xiangzi, and he would never consider what Yun Xiangzi offered unless absolutely necessary.

Similarly, he didn't really trust Miaozhuzi, so he wouldn't let her help him verify whether what Yunxiangzi said was true or false.

"Junior sister, I've always felt that you've been good to me, so the matter of Wanshou can't be blamed on you," Lin Fan said.

Miaozhu smiled sweetly upon hearing this.

Lin Fan's expression darkened, and he continued.

"So, what do you still want from me? I really don't understand what you all want from me. I'm just an ordinary person." Lin Fan had already prepared the Strength Pill and the Soul-Suppressing Pearl in his hand.

Miao Zhuzi remained unfazed: "Master said that inner disciples should be treated with respect and served with all their heart."

"Stop talking nonsense! Wanshou is dead, everyone else is gone, why are you staying? And you keep trying to get close to me, do you think I'm stupid?"

Lin Fan roared, pointing at his luggage, "You've even carefully preserved this pile of trash. Aren't you being a little too deliberate in your actions?"

Faced with Lin Fan's aggressive questioning, Miao Zhuzi remained calm. She tightened the dog-skin Taoist robe that she was wearing like a cloak and turned around.

Lin Fan looked at the woman's thin figure draped in a Taoist robe, who seemed completely unguarded. Even without taking any strength-enhancing pills, he was confident he could kill the Taoist nun in front of him with a single blow of his hoe.

“It doesn’t matter if you don’t believe me, senior brother. Everything I’m saying is true,” Miaozhuzi said leisurely.

"Being a Taoist priest is really meaningless. Junior sister is already tired. As long as senior brother wants me to do something, I will do it. You can take my life anytime you want."

As Miaozhuzi spoke, she released her grip, and her Taoist robe slowly slid off. Before the dark green robe had completely reached the ground, she had already begun to undo her belt.

"If you don't believe me, senior brother, I can prove it to you."

Lin Fan gripped the hoe tightly and turned to leave.

"They're all out of their minds." Lin Fan casually gathered his things, grabbed a hoe, and strode away.

If the other party makes a move, then he will make a move too. Lin Fan has nothing to lose, so he's not afraid of anyone with shoes on.

Lin Fan was at a loss for what to do after she did this. He had absolutely no idea what she was up to.

……

Mu Qingfeng was interrogating the Feng family members one by one inside, but Lin Fan didn't go to watch; he didn't like that kind of scene.

However, Lin Fan couldn't stay idle, so he joined the other two constables who had returned after resting to arrest people.

Lin Fan just watched as they rushed into a house, grabbed a few people, tied them to ropes, and moved on to the next location.

There was always a constable and two yamen runners following Lin Fan, seemingly protecting him but actually keeping an eye on him.

It seems that Clerk Jia had already given them instructions; it won't be easy for me to slip away in the chaos.

Even if I defeat the constables and yamen runners here, Clerk Jia will soon issue a warrant for my arrest throughout the entire county, which will only further solidify my crime.

In this situation, one wants to escape...

Lin Fan recalled the day he made the waterwheel. Even though his skills were better now than they were back then, his opponents were still far superior.

He quickly abandoned the idea of ​​fleeing directly, and could only take it one step at a time for now. The Ma family case was basically closed. It would be best if Registrar Jia kept his word; if not, it wouldn't be too late to try again later.

Passing by a blacksmith shop, Lin Fan suddenly had an idea, so he went straight in and asked:

"Shopkeeper, do you make knives here?"

Lin Fan looked at the various ironware hanging in the blacksmith's shop, including all kinds of farm tools, scissors, and kitchen utensils, but no swords.

"Oh, it's an official. Of course, we can do it. Our skills are no worse than those of the shops designated by the government. As long as you bring the official document from the yamen."

Lin Fan nodded. Just because he was wearing this leather suit didn't mean the other party would casually forge a knife for him.

The constable following behind him also became alert and stepped forward politely, saying, "Boss, if your knife is broken, you must first show it to Registrar Jia."

Lin Fan ignored him and examined the ironware hanging on the wall one by one: "No, I'm not talking about this knife."

Finally, his gaze stopped on a crescent-shaped knife.

"I mean the sickle used for harvesting rice. I have an old hoe, could you melt it down and make a sickle for me?"

Lin Fan pointed to the sickle hanging on the wall and said.

"It is possible, but what do you need this thing for, sir? If you ask me, there's no need for all that trouble. Why don't you just give me the depreciated hoe and buy a new sickle instead?"

"If you can do it, then do it. Stop talking nonsense!" Lin Fan said coldly.

The constables behind him stared at Lin Fan's back with some suspicion, but this matter was none of his concern. He only needed to tell the story to Registrar Jia later; how to handle it was none of his business.

Lin Fan had already paid for the sickle and left.

As soon as they returned to the yamen, an elderly woman rushed towards Lin Fan and his group.

The constables stood in front of their superiors and used iron rulers to press the woman to the ground.

"Sir, please, I beg you, help me find my daughter."

"Those who offend the officials will have their hair cut off as punishment," a constable said, drawing his sword.

Lin Fan reached out and pressed the sword he was about to draw back, saying coldly, "She's just an unarmed woman, why bother?"

As he spoke, Lin Fan had the constable remove the iron ruler, and then smiled as he helped the woman up. "Old lady, who are you looking for?"