Chapter 57 A Certain Qin Qiong

The book "Xingzhe Shuo" was so popular that all bookstores printed it privately.

There were at least thirty or fifty versions circulating in the market.

To investigate the version that contained evil methods, it was better to find a professional pirated copy than to follow the clues and investigate.

At this time, the curfew had been imposed and all the bookstores in Chongrenfang were closed.

Zhou Yi fled to Baiyintang, the second largest bookstore in Kyoto.

Shopkeeper He drew circles and cursed every day, willing to exchange one day of his life for Baiyintang to have fires in the daytime and in the middle of the night.

Because the number of copies of "Xingzhe Shuo" was more than that of Zhuangyuantang.

Bad money drove out good money.

Shopkeeper Zhu of Baiyintang was sitting with his legs crossed, counting his accounts, and one of the major items of income was "Xingzhe Shuo".

Due to the clear handwriting and low price, small and medium-sized booksellers in Luozhou bought goods from him.

"Tsk tsk! Old He, what does he know about business? Zhuangyuantang has a great reputation, but the money it makes can't compare to ours..."

Just as he was talking to himself proudly, he suddenly felt the light dim, and when he looked up, he saw a man with a yellow face and black armor.

"This brave man...can you come back tomorrow to buy books?"

Shopkeeper Zhu said this and reached into his arms. There was a jade talisman bought from the Xianfeng Division at a high price. He only needed to crush it to notify the bookstore to guard the yard.

The second bookstore in Kyoto made money by printing pirated books. Zhuangyuantang was helpless. No one would believe that they didn't have a deep relationship.

"You can call someone to try the speed of Qin's golden mace!"

Zhou Yi pulled out the golden mace from his waist, lightly tapped it, and the brick and stone ground cracked into spider web gaps.

Shopkeeper Zhu laughed awkwardly, took out a thousand taels of silver notes from his arms, and presented them with his hands.

"You misunderstood, brave man. Everyone is short of money when they go out. This is just a small gift, not a sign of respect."

"Qin came to ask you something."

Zhou Yi took out the torturer who had smuggled Buddhist scriptures and asked, "Where was this book printed?"

Shopkeeper Zhu took the torturer and carefully distinguished the ink fonts on the paper, as well as the secret marks that only some pirates understood.

When he turned to the "Bodhisattva Advent Sutra", his face changed slightly. The evil demons were equivalent to traitors in Dagan, and the whole family would die if they were touched.

"I don't..."

Swish!

The golden mace passed by Shopkeeper Zhu's scalp, whistling with the wind, and a layer of cold sweat oozed out of his skin in response to the stress.

"Don't worry, brave Qin. Just ask Master Lin to come, and he will definitely find the source."

Shopkeeper Zhu saw Zhou Yi nodded in agreement, and immediately went to the wing room to wake up an old man, who was the master in charge of printing books at Baiyintang.

Master Lin only flipped through a few pages and confirmed: "This book must have been printed by Hou Saner, the craftsmanship is too rough."

"Hou Saner?"

Shopkeeper Zhu's eyes widened.

Zhou Yi asked: "Where is Hou Saner?"

"He should be in... Chunfeng Tower at this time?"

Shopkeeper Zhu glanced at the golden mace and explained: "Qin Zhuangshi, Hou Saner was originally a hanger-on, a scoundrel, a mud-like person. Who let him have a good sister, became a palace person, and suddenly shook up."

"He teamed up with the idle men in the village, recruited a few apprentices, and started printing books. He was busy with pirated printing during the day and busy with farming at night. All the money he earned was returned to the girls in the brothel..."

Shopkeeper Zhu was indignant. Such people could also print books, which was simply insulting.

"Well..."

Zhou Yi snorted coldly, and his figure flashed and disappeared.

Shopkeeper Zhu wiped the sweat from his forehead and kept reminding Master Lin.

"You didn't wake up tonight, and you didn't see me, but it's a matter of life and death, so keep your mouth shut!"

Master Lin nodded to show that he understood, then stretched out his right hand and rubbed his thumb and index finger together.

...

Chunfeng Tower.

Business was booming at this time, and Zhou Yi also saw a few acquaintances.

He asked the madam where Hou San'er was, and took him naked to the corner of the street, regardless of the fact that he was busy with work.

"Who asked you to print this book?"

"Huh?"

Hou San'er shuddered as the cold wind blew, and then his neck stiffened: "Sun thief..."

Bang!

The golden mace fell on Hou San'er's feet, and it creaked with a slight grind, breaking several toes.

In the art of looking at qi, Hou San'er had a weak blue-purple qi on his head, indicating that he had a relationship with the royal officialdom.

There were a few blood threads in the blue-purple qi, which could hurt people or kill people, so he was obviously not a good person.

"Ouch!"

Hou Saner immediately changed his words and screamed: "Grandpa, there are too many copies of this book, how can I remember who it is."

"There is a page of Buddhist scriptures in this book, I don't believe you don't remember it!"

Zhou Yi's eyes flashed with inspiration, and he used the magic of bewitching.

Hou Saner was immediately bewitched, his eyes were blurred, and his voice was trance: "It's Yanhe Village..."

Before he finished speaking, Hou Saner shuddered and actually broke free from the magic of bewitching, his face full of horror.

Zhou Yi snorted coldly: "Hmph! It seems that you also know that if you privately print the evil scriptures, you will be killed for nine generations!"

"Your Majesty is my brother-in-law, how can you kill nine generations? Family members don't fight each other!"

Hou Saner straightened his body and threatened: "Even if you beat me to death and throw me into the river, I won't tell you!"

"Then you die!"

Zhou Yi's golden mace blasted towards Hou Saner's face.

Hou Saner screamed in fear.

"...It's Mr. Yin. He gave me one tael of silver for each book!"

Bang!

Hou San'er fell to the ground, and when he looked up, he found that the murderer had disappeared.

He wrapped his feet casually a few times, and limped back to Chunfeng Tower.

The overnight money has been paid, even if the nine clans will be executed tomorrow, tonight cannot be wasted.

...

Yanhe Village.

It is dozens of miles outside Luojing City and lives along the river.

It is located near Beijing and is relatively wealthy.

Zhou Yi's escape light fell at the entrance of the village. At this time, it was completely dark, and only the inn in the village was lit.

"Hmm?"

As soon as he entered the village, Zhou Yi smelled a familiar breath, a faint demonic aura.

Compared with the demons in the prison, it was ten or a hundred times worse, and even inferior to the yellow-skinned demon.

All the way to the inn, the shopkeeper was bored and flipping through the books, and four constables, one blue and three black, were eating in the hall.

"Is there any cause and effect between this guy and me?"

Zhou Yi glanced at Bai Yutang and went to ask the innkeeper: "Innkeeper, where is Mr. Yin's home?"

The innkeeper's eyes were alert: "Who are you? What are you looking for Mr. Yin for?"

Zhou Yi said: "I am a distant relative of Mr. Yin. My family suffered a disaster, so I came to him for help."

The innkeeper asked: "Are you alone?"

Zhou Yi nodded: "Drought and war, only a lonely family is left."

"Mr. Yin is at the west end of the village. You can see the plaque of Yin Mansion at the door."

The innkeeper immediately became much more enthusiastic: "But Mr. Yin went out to discuss business today. Maybe he can't come back until tomorrow. Do you want to stay in the hotel?"

"Qin is penniless, so I won't bother you."

Zhou Yi turned and left the inn. After walking out for a long time, he suddenly turned around and said: "Friends behind, come out."

Bai Yutang came out from the dark and clasped his hands.

"My friend is really good at martial arts. Where did you come from?"

"Of course I came from where I should come from!"

Zhou Yi had a blank expression on his face: "I only heard that the Kyoto police are very strict in their inspections. Qin was walking on the main road, but he was actually questioned by the police!"

"My friend misunderstood. I am Bai Yutang, the blue-clothed captain of the Six Gates."

Bai Yutang lowered his voice and said: "Recently, people in Yanhe Village have reported missing persons, and the investigation has repeatedly failed to yield any results. It is better not to stay here overnight alone."

Zhou Yi's eyes flashed with inspiration, and he asked: "Oh? There are still cases that cannot be solved in the important suburbs of Beijing?"

"Maybe it's not missing in Yanhe Village. I have come to investigate several times, and everyone in the village said they have never been here... What kind of magic did you use?"

Bai Yutang's voice suddenly stopped, and his eyes showed a vigilant look. He just couldn't help but talk about the case, which was definitely not normal behavior.

Zhou Yi bowed and said, "My name is Qin Qiong, and I am a close friend of Yan Chixiao."

"Yan Chixiao, Chief Constable Yan?"

"Is there another Yan Chixiao in the world?"

"My apologies, Brother Qin is a friend of Chief Constable Yan, so he is one of us!"

Bai Yutang clasped his fists repeatedly, his face showing joy.

Yan Chixiao may not be liked by some people, but he has become a hero in the eyes of more people.