The Great Bandit of Journey to the West

Chapter 149 Supernatural Events at Wuzhuang Temple

Chapter 149 Supernatural Events at Wuzhuang Temple

Jiang Feng, with a pipe in his mouth, a bowler hat on his head, and a yellow plaid cloak draped over his shoulders, began to investigate the crime scene in the orchard of Wuzhuang Temple.

After carefully inspecting the entire orchard, he glanced at everyone with a grave expression: "There were no witnesses, and no one else from Wuzhuang Temple has been here. This is a locked-room murder!"

Sha Wujing looked bewildered and said, "Master, this doesn't make sense. If it's a murder, then who is the victim?"

A deep glint flashed in Jiang Feng's eyes: "The strange thing about this case is that it's a locked-room murder without a victim!"

Bai Suzhen couldn't help but complain: "There was no murder at all. We're here to catch the thief who stole the ginseng fruit. Catch the thief, okay?"

Jiang Feng coughed lightly: "It's been too long since we solved a case, and I'm getting a little too involved."

As he spoke, he assured Qingfeng and Mingyue, "Give me three days, and I guarantee I will catch the real culprit."

I have solved countless cases in Zu'an County, and none of them have ever taken more than three days. People call me Detective Jiang Three Days.

You must believe me!

Qingfeng and Mingyue stared at the dark muzzle of the gun and forced a smile: "We believe in the Holy Monk."

Jiang Feng nodded in satisfaction, chased everyone out of the orchard, and stayed behind alone to think about the case.

Three days passed in the blink of an eye. After lunch, everyone suddenly heard a hearty laugh coming from the orchard.

"Haha, mission accomplished!"

The group quickly arrived at the orchard, and Qingfeng eagerly asked, "Holy Monk, did you catch the thief?"

Jiang Feng was taken aback, then turned around and said, "What thief? I meant I finally finished forging the Green Dragon Crescent Blade."

As he spoke, he brandished the Green Dragon Crescent Blade in his hand twice. The sharp blade wind made the faces of the men go cold, and they involuntarily took two steps back.

Seeing everyone's reaction, Jiang Feng boasted, "The blade of this Green Dragon Crescent Blade was forged by me using Nine Heavens Profound Iron, combined with the essence and blood of a carp spirit."

The handle is made from a thick branch of the ginseng fruit tree, incredibly sturdy, and its quality is absolutely no less than Erlang Shen's three-pointed double-edged sword!

Sun Wukong, full of interest, snatched the Green Dragon Crescent Blade and performed a set of sword techniques, then shook his head and said, "The blade is good, but it's a bit too light." With that, he threw the blade back.

Qingfeng stared at Jiang Feng with a pitiful expression and said, "You promised to solve the case in three days, so why are you forging weapons, and using branches from the ginseng fruit tree no less? Now that Master is back, we're completely doomed—"

Jiang Feng smiled slightly and said, "Don't worry, I've already solved the case."

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Qingfeng exclaimed in surprise, "Really? You know who the thief is?"

Jiang Feng looked at the ginseng fruit tree and said in a pretentious manner, "There is a kind of supernatural event in this world. As long as someone finds three completely identical things, those three things will immediately disappear."

I've named this bizarre paranormal event "Match-3 Game"!

There are 21 ginseng fruits left in total, which is exactly a multiple of three. The truth is, when you and Mingyue were counting the ginseng fruits, you unknowingly triggered a match-3 puzzle game—

Therefore, the ginseng fruit disappeared on its own!

Qingfeng stared in disbelief, only recovering after a moment. He exclaimed, "Such a bizarre thing could happen!" Mingyue shook his arm, saying, "Senior brother, wake up! He's clearly just fooling us!"

Qingfeng glared at him and said in a low voice, "So what? Let's get rid of these plague gods quickly. Didn't you notice that they've eaten all the remaining food in our temple in the past three days?"

Mingyue's eyes widened instantly: "They ate it all? That grain was the food reserves for fifty of us disciples for a year!"

Qingfeng said with a worried look, "Who says otherwise? If we let these thugs stay in the temple any longer, they might really eat us up next!"

We must send them away today and wait for Master to return so he can handle this matter.

Mingyue shuddered in fright, nodded solemnly, then straightened her face and cupped her hands towards Jiang Feng, saying, "Now that the truth has been clarified, please, Holy Monk, continue on your journey. My brother and I misunderstood you earlier, and we apologize to you."

With that, the two of them bowed to Jiang Feng and the others.

Jiang Feng smiled and said, "In that case, my disciples and I will not disturb you any longer. Wujing, Bajie, hurry up and pack your luggage, let's go!"

After saying that, the group packed their luggage and ran out of Wuzhuang Temple in a flash.

Qingfeng and Mingyue watched their retreating figures, and breathed a long sigh of relief, feeling as if they had survived a calamity.

At this moment, a figure with an air of otherworldly grace descended from the sky, smiling as he said, "Qingfeng and Mingyue, did you two wait here specifically for your master?"

"Master!"

The two rushed forward excitedly, hugged Zhen Yuanzi's legs, and burst into tears.

At the same time, Jiang Feng and the others ran two hundred miles in one go.

Jiang Feng, panting heavily, said, "Stop for a bit, let your master rest for a while—"

Bai Suzhen handed Jiang Feng a water pouch, watched him gulp down several mouthfuls of water, and asked with a smile, "Were those ginseng roots really eliminated by the Candy Crush game?"

Jiang Feng rolled his eyes at her and said, "What a load of rubbish! It must have been stolen by Guanyin Bodhisattva to make Zhen Yuanzi and us clash."

Sun Wukong sneered, "Why does the Bodhisattva always do such inhuman things? Next time I see him, I'll definitely have a good talk with him!"

Little White Dragon, carrying the bundle on his spear, said somewhat aggrievedly, "Master, if we leave like this without knowing why, we'll probably be labeled as petty thieves."

In my opinion, we should go back and fight that Zhen Yuanzi openly, then pay him some money and call it a day!

Jiang Feng looked at the little white dragon and praised, "Fourth brother, you are truly courageous. You should go back first. When I return from Mount Ling, I will definitely come to Wuzhuang Temple to rescue you."

The White Dragon retorted defiantly, "Master, don't boost others' morale and diminish our own! Even if Zhen Yuanzi has three heads and six arms, I'm not afraid of him!"

Jiang Feng's heart skipped a beat for no apparent reason, and he said, "I have a feeling that you will soon witness Zhen Yuanzi's abilities."

No sooner had the words fallen than a Taoist priest wearing a purple-gold crown, holding a jade whisk, and draped in a carefree crane cloak descended from the clouds.

Sun Wukong quickly drew his golden cudgel and stood in front of the crowd, demanding, "Who are you, and what are you doing in front of my master and me?"

The Taoist priest sized up Jiang Feng and laughed, "You stole my ginseng fruit, bullied my disciple, and now you dare ask who I am?"

Jiang Feng stepped forward, clasped his hands together in greeting, and said, "Great Immortal Zhenyuan, it's been a long time."

Zhen Yuanzi was taken aback, and looked at Jiang Feng's face with a hint of curiosity: "You've regained your memories of your past life?"

Jiang Feng replied confidently, "Of course not!"

Zhen Yuanzi:

Why should I get close to you?