Chapter 334 Come Back Tomorrow
Twenty taels? Pan Jun flew over and squatted to take a look.

After touching his neck, peeling his eyelids, and taking his pulse, she couldn't help but press his chest gently, regretting that she had used too much force.

She said with an annoyed look: "I should be gentler..."

Master Wu, who had just gotten up from the ground, heard this and shouted, "Why are you being so gentle? He wants to kill my wife and grandchildren. He's a murderer. You should kick him to death!"

While shouting, he rushed forward and kicked him twice more.

Pan Yun stopped him and pushed him sideways.

Mr. Wu stepped back and sat down on the ground.

He was stunned for a moment, then he slapped his thigh and started crying, "It's so unfair, you don't beat the murderer, you beat me..."

"Twenty taels," Pan Yun said, "If you give me twenty taels, I will beat you. If I kill you, it's yours."

Mr. Wu's cry was choked in his throat, "What do you mean twenty taels? He killed my old woman, and I fought back and still want money?"

Pan Yun nodded: "He is mine. If he is sent back to the government office alive, he is worth 100 taels. If he is dead, he is only worth 80 taels. You beat him to death, so you have to make up for the missing part, right?"

Mr. Wu opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a word of rebuttal for a long time.

Mrs. Wu also recovered a little from the incident. She immediately ran over and hugged the two frightened children.

The two children rushed into their grandmother's arms and burst into tears. Mr. Wu didn't bother to argue about beating Chang Mingwei. He rushed forward with open arms, and together with his wife, he hugged the two children and comforted them in a soft voice.

Pan Jun stared at Chang Mingwei for a while, then fed him a pill.

One pill is worth two taels of silver. After taking it, you can earn back twenty taels, so it’s not a loss.

But when he counted the cost of this trip on his fingers, Pan Yun was still a little unhappy.

Why does it cost money to catch the murderer?

She didn't spend a penny when she caught Hua Buliu, and even made money from the Liu family.

And it cost her almost four taels of silver to catch Chang Mingwei.

Pan Jun was unhappy and his eyes fell on the two children who were crying non-stop.

Miao Zhen also felt that the other party's devilish voice was disturbing her ears, and couldn't help but say: "They are scared, we have to calm them down."

When Mrs. Wu heard this, she immediately said, "Please ask the Taoist priest to calm the nerves of my two children."

Miao Zhen was about to take action, but Pan Yun took the lead and stretched out his hand to Master Wu and said, "Two taels of silver."

Mr. Wu was confused: "What?"

Pan Yun: "To calm the mind and soul, one ounce for each person, and two ounces for two children."

Mr. Wu jumped up and down, "Your tranquilizing soup is made by gods, and a bowl of tranquilizing soup costs only twenty-eight coins..."

Pan Yun stopped and said, "Then you can feed them tranquilizers, if tranquilizers are effective."

Mrs. Wu hit him and cried, "You are still stingy with money at this time. The children are crying so hard. If they are frightened, I wonder how you will explain to your son and daughter-in-law when they come back."

"Okay, okay, I'll give it to you. Is that not okay?"

Mr. Wu returned the one or two taels of silver he had just earned to Pan Yun, and also had to take out a one or two tael of silver from his own purse.

It hurts to think about it.

After Pan Yun received the money, he and Miao Zhen each taught a child a lesson, silently reciting a soothing spell. A ray of light shone on her forehead, and then he gently touched her hair.

The little girl who had been frightened and crying felt relieved. She looked at Pan Jun seriously, recognized her as the hero who defeated the bad guys, and turned to look at her grandmother who was protecting her.

She immediately turned around and hugged her grandmother's waist tightly.

Mrs. Wu quickly patted her back gently. At the same time, the little boy, who had been calmed down, threw himself into his grandmother's arms. He and his sister hugged their grandmother tightly on both sides. Their hearts became more and more peaceful, and they stopped crying.

Miaozhen and Pan Yun touched the children's heads together and said with a smile: "There are gods on the three-foot platform to protect you and help you escape from suffering and overcome difficulties. There is no need to be afraid."

The two children looked at the two of them with their moist, round eyes, and even stopped sobbing.

Seeing that it was so effective, Mr. Wu couldn't help but feel conflicted. He touched his purse and still took out a few taels. "How about you also chant a spell for me, an old woman, and touch my head?"

It was a pity that he didn't hear the spell they chanted, otherwise he might have tried to earn the money himself.

Pan Jun glanced at him and was about to take the money, but was stopped by Mrs. Wu.

Mrs. Wu said shyly, "No, no, I'm not scared."

Pan Jun stopped and glanced at Chang Mingwei lying on the ground. "The drug is taking effect. Let's go back quickly while he is still alive."

Miaozhen agreed.

Chang Mingwei was much taller than Hua Bulius, so Pan Jun couldn't lift him up. He could only lift his upper body and drag him away.

Mrs. Wu saw that they were about to leave, so she hurriedly asked, "Wait, you two young Taoist priests, don't you want to eat before you leave?"

Pan Yun said, "We are in a hurry to finish our work, so we don't want to eat." Mrs. Wu stopped them and went into the house. After a while, she took out two silver ingots and stuffed them into Pan Yun's pockets. "Thank you for saving my life, Taoist priest. This is just a small token of my respect."

Pan Yun glanced at Mr. Wu.

Mr. Wu was heartbroken and wanted to say something several times, but when he met the gazes of the two children, he remained silent.

Pan Yun smiled, took the money very readily, and left.

She deserved the money at all.

Pan Yun dragged Chang Mingwei away.

Mr. Wu and Mrs. Wu brought the two children back to their room and immediately called the servants to surround them.

With so many familiar people surrounding them, the two children felt a great sense of security, and the fear in their hearts slowly dissipated.

Avoiding the two children, Mr. Wu started to talk to Mrs. Wu, "Why did you give them so much money? Twenty taels. If I had known you would give them this much money, I should have kicked the farmhand to death. The twenty taels would be compensation for them."

"You kicked that person to death. Don't you have nightmares tonight?" Mrs. Wu said softly, "The master was not here at the time. He didn't know that my two children and I were on the verge of death. Fortunately, the young Taoist priest came in time, otherwise my two children and I would have..."

She covered her face with a handkerchief and cried, "Are my life and the lives of my two children not worth twenty taels?"

Mr. Wu said angrily: "Did I say that? Even if it is worth this much, we still have to bargain for it. The money saved will eventually be used by my children and grandchildren. Can I still take it to the fields?"

He said, "Giving them two or three taels is enough. They are young and will be happy. For things like this, it's enough for everyone to be happy."

Mrs. Wu was just provoked. She didn't want to go along with Mr. Wu and asked, "Why didn't you say anything in front of the Taoist priest and the child?"

"What should I say?" Master Wu said angrily, "That little Taoist priest is fine. I don't mind losing face, but the children are here. What if they learn it?"

"You also know that this behavior is not good and is ungrateful. You can't let the children learn it," Mrs. Wu said, "If you don't even want the children to learn it, why do you do it yourself?"

Mr. Wu paused for a moment, his face flushed, and he jumped up and down, "You are possessed by a demon, and you want to rebel. If I say one thing to you, you will have ten things to say to me! I, I, I, I think you were frightened by that thug, so I won't bother with you..."

After saying this, Mr. Wu left muttering to himself.

At this time, Pan Yun and Miao Zhen had already walked a long way with Chang Mingwei and found a recess. When there was no one around, Pan Yun threw Chang Mingwei into the medicine cauldron, dragged Miao Zhen with him, and rushed towards the city.

She had just rushed into the sky when she saw a black dot in the distance running towards Wujiazhuang. He seemed to sense something, stopped and looked up, and saw a pot flying in the sky not far away. No, that was not a pot, but more like a sacrificial tripod used as decoration in the family's ancestral hall.

He stared blankly at the tripod flying into the air, then flew towards the east. There were two human heads in the tripod. Although it was too far to see clearly, Qu Le felt that they were Pan Yun and Miao Zhen.

He didn't look away until the tripod disappeared into the sky, then he ran towards Wujiazhuang.

Running into Wujiazhuang, he stood in the village and listened for a while, and finally chose the most lively house of Mr. Wu.

Mr. Wu, who was cursing alone in the room and feeling sorry for the twenty taels of silver, had just poured himself a cup of tea when his window suddenly opened and a black shadow flew in.

Mr. Wu's eyes widened and the teapot in his hand fell to the ground.

Qu Le, who had climbed into the house, stepped forward quickly and pressed Mr. Wu's acupoints before he could scream: "I have a few questions for you, and I'll leave after you finish."

Mr. Wu started to shed tears. At that moment, he knew that Pan Jun was really polite to him. At least he even gave him money for asking him questions.

Mr. Wu didn't dare to confront the man in black and just nodded repeatedly.

Qu Le untied his acupuncture points and asked, "Did two young Kun Daoists enter the village just now?"

Master Wu nodded repeatedly, "Yes, the two little Taoist priests are only about ten years old."

Qu Le: "Did they arrest anyone?"

Master Wu nodded, "We caught him. We caught a murderer."

Qu Le was a little annoyed, but not much. He quickly suppressed his emotion and asked, "How did they get here? Did they fly here?"

Mr. Wu looked confused. "Fly? They walked here."

Qu Le knew that he knew nothing, so he turned around and was about to leave. After two steps, he remembered his business and asked, "Is the man who was arrested called Chang Mingwei, a wanted criminal?"

Mr. Wu cried, "I don't know his name, but he is indeed a wanted criminal. Although he doesn't look like the wanted criminal in the portrait, he is a villain and he wants to kill me, my wife and children..."

Qu Le was not interested in listening anymore, thinking that he was too long-winded, and his crying was getting louder and louder, so he knocked the man unconscious with a knife and ran away through the window.

Qu Le hurried back to settle the score with the villager who had given him the wrong directions, but nothing mattered now, not even the fact that Chang Mingwei, whom he had been eyeing, was intercepted by Pan Jun.

Because he suddenly found his life goal.

Qu Le strode into the sunset and ran towards the city.

When Pan Yun and Miao Zhen dragged Chang Mingwei to the government office, it was already closed, but it didn't matter, because Pan Yun could knock it open.

The yamen runner opened the door with a fierce look on his face. When he met Pan Yun's gaze, the anger on his face subsided and he asked as politely as possible, "What's the matter?"

Pan Yun pointed at the man at his feet whose life or death was unknown and said, "I'll take care of it!"

The yamen runner glanced at Chang Mingwei, trembled his lips and said, "It's time to leave the yamen. The head constable and the prosecutor are not here. Come back tomorrow."

(End of this chapter)