Following the finger of the servant, Gui Bugui and Bai Wuqiu simply showed their figures. Soon after, they saw the postmaster who was copying the account book. Seeing an outsider coming in, the postmaster, who was in his forties, frowned slightly. If it weren't for the bright clothes of the old and the young, the postmaster would have scolded them to get out.

"This is the official's inn. When you want to move in, you need the index issued by the prefect," the two of them really don't look like officials. The postmaster put down the brush in his hand and continued to say to the man and the demon: "If there is no index, you can continue to walk into the city, and the inn there is also clean..."

"Master Yicheng, how much money did Peng Huayin give you? Can you let him see the house here?" Gui Bugui smiled and continued: "A few months ago, was there someone coming to find Peng Huayin? You said he had missed his whereabouts? I guess you also know that Peng Huayin's head has fallen out. No one has paid for him. Do you still have to continue to guard him here?"

The postmaster did not expect that the old man would suddenly say this. His face turned red and pointed at Gui Bugui and said, "Nothing nonsense. Although I am a postmaster, I am also an official named by the court. Do you dare to slander the court's life..."

"Your soul is not damaged. Please ask you how much money the man gave you when Penghua Yin is whereabouts." When the old guy spoke, he took out a piece of horse hoof gold from his arms and put it in front of the Yicheng, and said, "Is there so much? Or is that the man really finished the book?"

When he saw Gui Bugui taking out the horse hoof gold, Yi Cheng's eyes went straight. After licking his lips, he began to stubbornly say, "I don't know what you are talking about. If you want to move in, I'll have someone to clean the room. I have a room where Lord Jiujiang Prefect has lived, you..."

Listening to the Yicheng pretending not to understand what he said, Gui Bugui smiled and said to the cheap son beside him: "Silly boy, this Yicheng doesn't understand what I said, tell him, speak well, don't kill anyone."

"You should have asked me to say that I like to reason with you the most," Bai Wuqiu smiled grimly and rushed to Yicheng's side. Erlangzi grabbed Yicheng's neck with one hand, and gave him four mouths with the other hand. Then he said, "My father asked you what you said, how much did the person who asked about Peng Huayin's whereabouts give you,"

After four mouths, Yicheng's face had swollen, and blood dripped down the corner of his mouth, and half of his mouth were knocked out. At this time, Yicheng didn't say anything, but he was really beaten and couldn't speak.

"Oh, I like to be stubborn, and I'm more than three or two more than you, but I'll be stubborn to death. If you have the ability, you'll be stubborn to the end. If I can't beat you to death, I'll take your surname." As he spoke, Bai Wuqiu had already raised his slap again, looking at the mouth of Yicheng,

"Waoluo, stop the tower, waiver lock (I said, stop hitting, I said)..." Seeing the black brother's palm-like slap was about to hit him. At this time, it was important for Hou Yicheng to save his life. He continued to shout at Bai Wuqiu: "Tie a firesand, firesand..."

"Ah, you dare to scold the street. You are the mourning. I beat your whole family to mourn," Bai Wuqiu was about to hit Yicheng again. Just as it was taking action, he was stopped by Gui Bugui behind him. The old guy smiled and said, "Silly boy, Master Yicheng isn't you saying you are discouraged, his teeth are falling off and his words are leaking..."

Speaking of this, Gui Bugui turned around and smiled at Yicheng, saying, "It's a monk, right? Silly boy, please put him down and let Lord Yicheng say it slowly."

At this time, the Yicheng did not dare to deceive him anymore. He told Gui Bugui that someone inquired about Peng Huayin's whereabouts. That is, the day before Mr. Peng was killed, a monk came here and asked the Yicheng's whereabouts of Peng Huayin who had been away for many years.

Just like Gui Bugui thought, Penghuayin had been operating in Shouchun City for so many years, so he naturally would not give up here easily. This postmaster was a minor official in the official office, and he also spent Mr. Peng's money to get to the official position.

Peng Huayin secretly found him and asked the former minor official to compete for the position of the postmaster. Not only did Mr. Peng spend the money he needed, Peng Huayin also prepared another salary for him every month. The money he received in Peng Huayin was more than three times more than the salary he had as the postmaster. Such a good thing would not be done by a fool.

In this way, the Yicheng was guarding Peng Huayin here. Until a few months ago, a monk came to the door and asked the Yicheng about Peng Huayin. Originally, the Yicheng was still keeping his mouth shut, but after seeing the monk pulling out a piece of golden cake the size of a palm from his arms, the Yicheng began to be uneasy. His expression was seen by the monk, and he immediately took out a piece of golden cake and placed it in front of the Yicheng.

At this time, Yi Cheng was panicked. After thinking for a long time, he thought that it would not have any impact on Mr. Peng. He then collected two golden cakes and told the monk the address where Peng Huayin was hiding in He County.

A few days later, the Yicheng heard from an old colleague of the government office that a murder case occurred in Hexian County. The deceased was Peng Huayin who escaped from here. At this time, the Yicheng realized that he had killed Mr. Peng. After a few days of sadness, he was afraid that the monk would come back to silence him, so he had the intention to escape.

Before leaving, the postmaster planned to dig out the treasures hidden underground by Peng Huayin before leaving. Legend has it that Mr. Peng buried the treasures he had accumulated before leaving. Peng Huayin's wealth was comparable to that of the country. Even if he could find these treasures, he could live a few lifetimes even if he had squandered it.

However, after digging for so many days, I still couldn't find the whereabouts of the treasure. The treasure was not found, but I didn't want to return, but I arrived.

When he heard the Yicheng say that it was a monk who came to ask about Peng Huayin's whereabouts, Gui Bugui walked to the table and used a brush to draw the monk's appearance on Yicheng's account book. After drawing it, Gui Bugui handed the account book in his hand to Yicheng and said, "Look, is it this monk?"

The account book is painted like a monk. Gui Bugui painted it really has the charm of this monk. After reading it, Yi Cheng nodded and said, "It's up to him..."

After hearing the Yicheng insisted that he spent two golden cakes to find out the whereabouts of Penghuayin, the monk who was the one who was the one who was here, Gui Bugui smiled, then turned around and handed the portrait in his hand to his cheap son, and said, "Silly boy, do you know who killed Penghuayin now?"

"It's Yuanchang..." Bai Wuqiu stared at the monk in the account book. The old guy was painting the monster Yuanchang who devoured a poster's magic. They had a deal not long ago. If Guangren and the Volcano master and apprentice were not involved, Yuanchang's first seven burned back and forth a few times at this time.

Bai Wuqiu didn't care about having outsiders around him, and continued to say directly to his 'bird father': "Wait a minute, I'm a little confused. How did Peng Huayin mess with Yuanchang? Yuanchang wouldn't know your relationship. Now this bald man dares to mess with you,"

After Gui Bugui smiled, he did not answer directly. The old man looked at the postmaster who was still at a loss and said to him with a smile: "I have been in Shouchun for many years before. I don't know what the Xinjue Temple in the city is like. Penghuayin buried something in the temple. After so many years, who knows if it was swallowed by a monk?"

"Xinjue Temple, this temple is still there and has not died in the war." The Yicheng thought that this old guy would count Peng Huayin's death on his head, but now he didn't expect that this old guy actually mentioned the Xinjue Temple. However, he seemed to have something to say in his words.

"Okay, since you should just say it, I won't be difficult for you, old man," Gui Bugui smiled and continued to say to the Yicheng: "I am advised you not to have any bad ideas about the things in Xinjue Temple..."
Chapter completed!