Everything has calmed down, and now all they need to do is wait for this Qingming to wake up and ask things clear.

Ask what the Barbarians are up to.

Of course, they are not afraid of this Qingming, not to mention, the forces of Wuhua Palace have already penetrated into the interior of this barbarian, and it is only a matter of time before they get the news.

The days came to the middle of August, just after the Mid-Autumn Festival, the plague suddenly broke out in the palace, and by the end of August, three beauties and two nobles had died, and more than 20 palace maids and eunuchs had died.

The entire palace was shrouded in the haze of death.

The palace people of each palace even closed the doors and kept a certain distance from the other palace people. The huge palace is full of depression and desertion.

Compared to the palace, the situation outside the palace is worse.

Although Duanmu Kaoru had sent people from all walks of life to investigate the source of the plague, it had been investigated for half a month, but there was no news at all, as if the plague had come out overnight.

Duanmu Xun hadn't closed his eyes for a few days, and Ziyi was very distressed when he watched from the sidelines, but he couldn't think of any more ways for a while. Yintong has gone to the back mountain of Shaolin Temple to find blue grass, and the night fire has also entered the palace, looking for a way to rescue him with Fuling Duanmuqi.

In the early morning, Duanmu Kaoru got up from the desk with a shaky figure, his face a little pale.

"Forget about today's early dynasty, I know you're in a hurry, but no matter what, you still have to rest, if you fall down at this time, I'm afraid that the entire Luo Dui Dynasty will be in chaos."

Ziyi stepped forward and gently supported Duanmu Kaoru, and he could feel Duanmu Kaoru's weakness.

The plague has been going on for half a month, but whether it is food, water, or whatever, it has been thoroughly investigated, but the problem cannot be found at all. And the drugs that can be used have been tried by the Tai Hospital, and Fuling has also risked his own contact with those patients, but he still can't find a solution.

"I know, don't worry, my body, I have my own measure." Duanmu Xun gently patted Ziyi's hand, and after instructing the palace people to dress themselves neatly, he left the Heart Cultivation Palace.

Ziyi frowned and called Bi'er.

"Mother."

"Bi'er, you go and help me prepare clothes for leaving the palace."

"Mother, what do you want?"

"Don't ask so much, go and prepare."

It only takes one day to go to and from Shaolin Temple, but Yintong has been gone for five days at this time but there is no news, and Ziyi can't help but beat a little drum in his heart. In this palace, she couldn't help Duanmu Xun, so she decided to go to the back mountain of Shaolin to take a look.

Could it be that Bluegrass is reluctant to come?

Or - what's going on with the blue grass?!

Ziyi already had a general understanding of the situation of this plague, and the infected people all had high fevers, their skin ulcerated, and blood would flow from every pore, and then they would suffer respiratory failure, and finally die in extreme pain.

And the way of infection, some of the people who had contact with the corpses at first, developed the same symptoms as those people within five days, and the time from onset to death was only three days. Three doctors also died in the hospital.

But later, many people who had never been in contact with the corpse also had the same symptoms one after another, and for a while, Duanmu Xun had to order, which palace died, then the entire palace would be burned immediately, and all the palace maids and eunuchs in that palace were burned alive!

Although this practice is cruel, it is also effective in suppressing the spread of the disease in this uterus.

It's just that the people naturally don't have such good luck.

The plague seems to have spread from the palace, so the entire capital was locked down.

All outsiders can't get in, and all the people in Beijing can't get out.

All the gates of the city were guarded by masters day and night, and it was difficult for even those with strong martial arts skills to sneak out of the city without being discovered by them.

Bi'er quickly packed up her bags for Ziyi, and Ziyi just finished writing the last stroke. In order not to worry Duanmu Kaoru, she only left a message in her heart saying that she would go out of the palace and take a look at the house.

With a simple bag, Ziyi took the waist card he carried with him and hurriedly left the palace.

The carriage galloped all the way, and in the early morning of the second day, Ziyi was already standing outside the cave in the back mountain of Shaolin.

There were obvious signs of a fight outside the cave, and the purple clothes frowned slightly, looking down at the black-brown circular marks on the ground.

It's blood.

An ominous premonition welled up in his heart, and the purple clothes followed the bloodstain and walked towards the depths of the mountain forest.

After the silver pupil possessed that demon beast, her ability increased greatly, and it was impossible for her to be injured so lightly.

Furrowed with a frown, Ziyi found that the bloodstain was getting lighter and lighter, until he walked deep into the forest, and the bloodstain disappeared completely.

After reversing the burden on his body, Ziyi raised his head and found that the forest was very dense, and it seemed to be very suitable for hiding.

Looking around vigilantly, the purple-clothed man jumped up on tiptoe and jumped onto a big tree beside him. As far as the eye can see, there is a lush patch under the tree, and there is no half figure in sight.

After a slight hesitation, Ziyi decided to turn around and return to the cave first.

I don't know if the blue grass is still in the cave.

However, the bloodstains that came along the way were completely untraceable at this time, Ziyi suddenly realized that maybe she had fallen for someone else's trick, and she didn't feel a little anxious, and secretly wondered how to deal with it in her heart, she simply jumped directly onto a big tree, closed her eyes and pondered, trying to calm her heart.

In the palace, Duanmu Kaoru got off the early court, and hurriedly returned to the Heart Cultivation Palace, but he didn't see the purple clothes, and when he saw the letter on the table, a trace of worry flashed in his mind.

When the letter is opened, the more the brow is locked, the more dead.

Really!

This girl went out of the palace.

Ordered the palace people to send Fuling, Night Fire and Duanmu Qi, the four of them sat around the Heart Cultivation Palace, and Duanmu Xun's face was full of exhaustion.

"I'll go. Yintong has been gone for so long and there is no news, I'm afraid that Ziyi is looking for him. Nightfire stood up, looked at the other three, and said softly, "You all have your own things to do, and I'm the only one here." ”

Duanmu Xun nodded, he really couldn't get out at this time, although the palace looked peaceful, it was actually a mess, and there were even those ministers in the court who didn't know the importance of it, and they actually asked them to take their daughter home!

These old things are really going to make a mess.

Yehuo had left only a few hours later than Ziyi, so when he arrived at the cave in Shaolin Houshan, it was already nearly noon. Seeing the traces of the fight outside the cave, Nightfire summoned the two imps on his waist and muttered something in a low voice, and the two imps scattered and headed in two different directions.

Yehuo walked into the cave and found that there were traces of fighting in the cave, and there were mottled blood stains on the ground, and the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked.

Walking in the rivers and lakes for a few years, this kind of little illusion can't deceive him.

Closing his eyes and shouting "break", the scene in front of him suddenly changed, the cave was still a cave, and it was still messy, but on the ground not far away, there was a person with a weak breath.

Yehuo frowned, cautiously approached the man, and when he got closer, he found that it was a young monk who looked like he was in his teens, his body was covered with blood stains at this time, his breathing was weak, and his eyes were closed, as if he would die at any time.

Helping the little monk up, Yehuo looked around, and found that there was no shadow of purple clothes, let alone any information about the silver pupils, and he couldn't help but feel a little anxious in his heart.

"Wake up." After feeding the little monk saliva, the little monk woke up slowly, staring at the night fire with a pair of dark eyes for a long time before he said weakly: "Who are you?" ”

"I should ask you, why are you here in the forbidden place of your Shaolin Temple in this cave in the back mountain?"

After the destruction of the Shaolin Temple, Duanmu Xun ordered people to rebuild the temple, and many monks who were exiled came back, and many monks came from other temples. It's just that the new host still follows the rules of the old host, and the disciples of this Shaolin Temple are strictly forbidden to go to the cave in the back mountain.

He believes that all the unknowns, the death of the original host and the destruction of the original Shaolin Temple are all because the people in the temple went to the cave in the back mountain and disturbed the Buddha's rest and were punished.

"I-" The little monk dodged his gaze, and immediately coughed violently, and spat out a mouthful of blood with a "wow".

"Have you seen a purple-eyed woman, or a silver-haired man?" Seeing that this little monk didn't seem to last long, Yehuo couldn't care about why he was here, so he asked anxiously.

"No, all I saw was a blue-haired sister walking deeper into the woods." The little monk only felt a tearing pain all over his body, and even spoke with great difficulty.

He raised his hand, pointed tremblingly into the woods, and before the night fire could ask anything more, he hammered his hand, rolled his eyes, and lost his breath.

Night Fire sighed faintly and shook his head, carefully examining the wounds around the little monk.

It seems that the little monk suffered serious internal injuries and eventually died.

But who hurt him?

Is it the Silver Eye? No—the little monk said he hadn't seen the silver pupils, only a blue-haired sister! Is it bluegrass?

Yehuo looked in the direction the little monk was pointing, and his brows tightened. Is this qiē because of the blue grass?

What was going on in this woman's mind?

At this time, Ziyi was sitting at the top of the tree, and when she opened her eyes, she saw a girl in red standing under the tree, looking around.

In this wood, there should never be such a child, Ziyi unconsciously raised his vigilance.

"Sister." The little girl suddenly raised her head and saw the purple clothes on the tree, and her face couldn't help but show joy.

Ziyi was slightly stunned, not understanding whether the girl under the tree really knew herself, or whether she was tempted to go down.

"Who are you?" Ziyi stood vigilantly on the tree, she hadn't forgotten the girl she had met before she died in her previous life. Since that incident, she has had an inexplicable fear of children of this age.

"Lord Nightfire told me to come looking for you." Seeing that Ziyi was standing on the tree and refused to come down, the girl couldn't help frowning, and before Ziyi could react to her words, she slapped the giant tree, and the big tree that could only be hugged by three adults broke off in response, and Ziyi exclaimed, and jumped down from the air with the tree.

Before the purple clothes could land, the girl in red suddenly stepped forward and hugged the purple clothes by the waist.

Ziyi found that this girl's strength was huge, no matter how much she struggled, she couldn't struggle, but was held by this girl, as if all the strength of her body had disappeared, and she could only let this girl run forward with her.

When Yehuo walked out of the cave, the little girl just brought Ziyi out of the forest, and the moment Ziyi saw Yehuo, her heart that had been hanging was slightly relaxed.

"My lord, the man has brought it back." When the girl saw the night fire, she smiled sweetly, threw the purple clothes to the ground, ran to the night fire, rubbed his hand, and disappeared into a cloud of red mist.

Purple Yi rubbed his sore fart [harmony] strands, glaring at the night fire viciously.

If this guy wants to find her, can't he use a gentler method?!

"Don't look at me like that—this kid has this temper—" Yehuo hooked the corners of his mouth helplessly, subconsciously took two steps back, and continued: "How is it?" Did you find anything? ”

"Nope." Ziyi pursed her lips, "Why are you here?" ”

"If you don't say goodbye, do you think the emperor of your family will be relieved?" Nightfire raised an eyebrow, a raging smile on his lips.

"Hmph, I think you're worried about someone." Ziyi stood up, patted the dust on his body, and fought back unceremoniously. Satisfied with the unnatural demeanor of the night fire, Ziyi continued: "How is it? What did you find out? ”

"There's a dead monk in there." Nightfire pouted at the cave and continued, "Before he died, he said he saw the bluegrass and walked in that direction. But I don't know if it's true or not. ”

Yehuo's expression suddenly became stern, he looked at the direction where the boy had just disappeared, pursed his lips, and said, "It seems that what this monk said is true, let's go quickly, the silver pupil is over there!" Something doesn't look right! ”

When Ziyi heard the words of the night fire, his face was also pale, and the two of them quickly ran towards the forest.

After running for about a stick of incense, he saw a clearing in the woods from a distance, and in the clearing, Silver Pupil was standing there with his demon beast, and the woman standing opposite him was Blue Grass.

When the boy in red saw the night fire, he also ran over, and the night fire leaned down and put his ear to the boy's mouth, and the two of them muttered something, and the boy also turned into a cloud of red mist and disappeared.

"What's going on?" Ziyi was about to rush over, but was suddenly stopped by the night fire, and looked at the night fire with some surprise.

"Don't be impulsive, look at the eyes of the silver pupils." Night Fire pointed to the silver pupil in the distance, and Ziyi looked in the direction of Ye Huo's finger, and sure enough, the silver pupil not far away, his eyes were wooden, and he had no focus, and he knew at a glance that he did not have his own will at this time.

"Silver pupils, wake up." And the blue grass opposite him seemed to be injured, his breath was slightly panting, and his eyebrows were tightly locked.