Chapter 366 Robbery
Qingluo Town, as the center of the four towns in Dongli, is the largest distribution center for mountain goods and aquatic products in the four towns.
This is the closest to the city of Dongli Prefecture. The harvested mountain goods and aquatic products are sold and traded here.
Therefore, Qingluo Town also has many inns, wine shops, warehouses, and even a brothel.
The top inn among them is Canglang Pavilion located in the center of the town.
The name is very impressive, and it actually shows off its power in Qingluo Town. Canglang Pavilion integrates a hotel, a top-notch inventory, and a post office. It is the best choice for merchants who come to Qingluo Town to purchase goods.
But there are also people who have lived here for a long time.
Room No. 1 in Canglang Pavilion has been booked by a guest named Zhou Chuang for more than half a year. The room fee is enough to buy a small courtyard in Qingluo Town.
The busboys at the inn didn't dare to ask anything, because this Zhou Chuang was obviously a cultivator.
In the eyes of mortals, monks are like gods. The currency they use is spiritual stones, which can only be exchanged for dozens of taels of silver. One stone is equivalent to several years of savings of an ordinary family.
This man is like this. Not only does he never have to look at mortals like them, he is also absolutely generous with his money. This kind of attitude of not treating money as money is only possessed by cultivators.
But the handymen and waiters did not object to this man, but were very happy.
Because this Zhou Chuang not only stayed in the hotel, but also had things to do for them. Many people had made money from him.
At this time, several young people were lining up at the door of Tianzi No. 1 room, waiting for Zhou Chuang's summons.
"Hey, what are you going to report to Mr. Chuang later?" A lean young junior looked back and forth with a stern look, patted the person in front of him on the shoulder and asked.
The person in front turned his head, glanced at him as if he were an idiot, and turned back.
"Hey." The young man was disdainful and turned around to ask the person behind him.
"Huizai, do you have any new news to tell Mr. Chuang?"
The person named Hui Zai obviously knew this young man, and his attitude was not so bad, but he smiled and said:
"Mosquito, don't you know the news I know? It seems like Qingluo Town is so big, it's just a few things."
"Just tell Mr. Chuang and get some money for the case," Huizai said.
Mosquito smiled and nodded, "Yes, yes."
Soon, the man in front went in, and less than half a quarter of an hour later, he opened the door again and walked out.
"How much did you give this time?" Mosquito quickly grabbed him and stretched his neck to ask.
The man twitched his hands in disgust, ignored the mosquito, and walked away.
Not bothered by the mosquitoes, he curled his lips, sniffed, straightened his oil-stained short coat, and walked into Room No. 1.
"Bang!" The wooden door closed automatically.
Mosquito's body trembled, his legs softened, and he slid directly to the ground.
"My dear, meet Mr. Chuang."
"Say it directly."
Zhou Chuang is dressed in a black robe, sitting cross-legged on the bed. The room is filled with incense mist. It is the top-grade agarwood that only mortals, princes and nobles can afford. There is a black gold and sandalwood table next to him, with a sapphire slip floating on it, filled with spiritual light. .
Not far away, a fourteen-year-old girl who was bought by him and had her ears pierced, was making tea. She had a delicate and delicate appearance.
He was sent here by Ye Qingxuan to monitor all news. Now more than half a year has passed. He has been away from the Human Sect for most of the year. He cannot kill people or fight. It is even inconvenient to obtain training resources.
Staying in this mortal town, every breath of air and every face made Zhou Chuang feel dirty and disgusted. He had to remind himself in some way that he was a cultivator.
"Hey," Mosquito responded respectfully, "The first one is about a man named Feng Hu from Qingluo Town. He got drunk at the Chen Brothers Liquor yesterday and acted like crazy. He broke two tables and chairs... "
"Next thing."
"Yes." Mosquito said immediately, thinking that sure enough, someone had already reported this matter to Mr. Chuang.
"The second incident was when Lin Donghai discovered that his three-year-old grandson looked nothing like his son. He suspected that his daughter-in-law was stealing someone else, so he wanted to hire an alchemist from the east of the city..."
"Next thing."
Hold! Mosquito cursed in his heart, who said this? !
"Yes, the third one... The third one is Lin Mo from Zhenbei..."
"What happened to Lin Mo happened a month ago." Zhou Chuang suddenly said, with a cold voice, "Are you using old things to try to distract me?"
"I don't dare!" Mosquito kowtowed quickly, "What I want to say is... Lin Mo went up the mountain again yesterday. This is his fourth time going up the mountain this month..."
"...The next thing." Zhou Chuang said slowly, with a hint of impatience in his voice.
He decided not to let the man named Mosquito come again.
But the mosquito on the ground seemed to have guessed Zhou Chuang's thoughts, because he had not brought any new news to Zhou Chuang for two consecutive weeks, and the jade slip suspended on the small table never shone.
Mosquito heard someone say that as long as the jade slip shines when you report, it means you can get a lot of money this time.
And if what you say doesn't make the jade slip shine, then Master Chuang won't need you anymore.
Hearing the impatience in Mr. Chuang's tone, Mosquito felt nervous. After thinking about it, he finally said: "The fourth one was eavesdropped. The truth is uncertain, so..."
Mosquito secretly looked up at Zhou Chuang. Zhou Chuang still had his eyes closed, so he quickly lowered his head.
"I heard that about five hundred miles west of the town, a group of merchants are coming east from the Fourth Town and will soon arrive at Guanshan Town."
"However, this team of merchants are not actually real merchants."
"They are here to arrest Lin Mo and his wife Shen Lan from Zhenbei..."
Mosquito raised his head slightly, and saw Zhou Chuang open his eyes and look at him. He was startled immediately, but then he saw the jade slip beside Zhou Chuang began to glow.
Got it, got it!
"Why?" Zhou Chuang asked.
Mosquito couldn't control the corners of his mouth that were raised, and continued: "I have also asked Mr. Chuang about the reason. Lin Mo and Shen Lan were originally from Chu. Lin Mo was the adopted son of the Shen family, but he fell in love with Shen Lan, the legitimate daughter of the Shen family. The head of the family did not agree with their marriage, so Lin Mo eloped with Shen Lan and lived in seclusion here."
"They have been very low-key for the first six months, but after the Feng Hu incident, I don't know who leaked the news and reported their affairs here back to Chu. Now, someone from the Shen family has come to arrest them!"
"...Who leaked it?"
"I don't know this, but I guess it was the group of mountain runners? After all, Lin Mo is really good at picking mountain products, and it is normal for others to be jealous."
Zhou Chuang was silent, and the jade slip beside him had recorded the basic information.
"Anything else?"
"No more."
A silver ingot two fingers thick fell in front of Mosquito, making a thud.
"Oh, thank you, Master Chuang, thank you, Master Chuang!"
The wooden door opened automatically, Mosquito bowed and nodded, put the silver in his arms, felt his inner pocket sink, and went out happily.
Another person came in and continued to report anything that happened in Qingluo Town according to Zhou Chuang's instructions.
But most of the remaining news was of little value.
After listening to the report from his ears and eyes, Zhou Chuang had to go out and patrol the entire Dongli Mountain. This was his regular job.
This time, it seemed that he had to walk a little further to see the west of the town.