Chapter Sixty-Eight: Scarlet Dirt

The little girl slept very deeply, Zhao Qingnan waited for an hour and didn't wake up, and after a summary with Xiao Junyi, she felt that she couldn't stay here anymore and should return to the yamen as soon as possible.

Then Fashan and Puwen were informed, Xiao Junyi held the little girl, Zhao Qingnan followed the side, the two still rented a carriage, and hurried back to Luzhou County.

The little girl was still arranged by Zhao Qingyin.

The third girl of the Zhao family knew her sister's temperament, and knew where she should have saved a hard-working girl, so she did her best to take care of her.

Zhao Qingnan was relieved of his sister, knowing that the little girl was safe here, so he hurriedly returned to Huaishan County after leaving the person behind, and he didn't even have time to ask the name.

All the way the carriage was moving, it seemed that she was worried.

Xiao Junyi had the heart to talk to her and asked, "If you go again this time, it is estimated that those two monks will still talk the same way." ”

Zhao Qingnan also felt a headache: "It's already a startling snake, it's a step too late, if only I could catch the monk's current situation." ”

After finishing speaking, he remembered something: "How do you know that the little girl is in the house, and I see that the three rooms are all dressed in the same way." ”

Xiao Junyi smiled: "Adults don't practice martial arts, of course they don't know." Those of us who practice martial arts are always sensitive to our surroundings. That's just the most basic listening position. It's daytime, and those monks have to go to the morning class to chant sutras, so it stands to reason that there shouldn't be anyone here in the meditation room. Only the middle room was unusual, so I opened the door. ”

Zhao Qingnan pouted: "You are so willful in martial arts." ”

"If you want to learn, I can teach you later."

"I don't learn." Zhao Qingnan straightened his sleeves, "You can teach Qingyang, the boy's family can learn some martial arts, and you can also protect the people you want to protect in the future." ”

Xiao Junyi found it interesting: "Your younger brother just asked the cook to bring me a bowl of coptis mung bean soup yesterday, if I teach him, wouldn't he hate me to death." ”

"Hate what you're doing? Qingyang is a good boy, and he gave you soup to defeat the fire. Zhao Qingnan glared at him, "You are also a person with an elder brother." They are all younger brothers, and you also learn from Qingyang, he is much more well-behaved than you. ”

Xiao Junyi smiled: "What the adults teach is." ”

And said, "I don't know what the adults plan to do this time?" ”

Zhao Qingnan's face that had just been raised lowered again, and he sighed: "I can't find anything out when I enter the temple now." ”

After thinking about it, he said, "Let's go around the neighborhood first, it can't be that there are no clues at all." ”

Xiao Junyi nodded yes.

The outside of Yongguang Temple is the same as at the beginning, and it is still full of tourists. Zhao Qingnan and Xiao Junyi squatted at a tea stall not far away, drinking tea one pot after another.

The first day was fruitless.

The next day came to nothing.

After three or five days like this, Zhao Qingnan finally caught something wrong.

At the back door of this Yongguang Temple, a lonely cart came out with a few sacks on it. It's strange to look at.

Eongkoji Temple is a large temple, and there is a fixed time for daily food purchases, drowning dung, and consumables such as incense and candles.

In the afternoon, it was neither buying, nor dung, nor collecting swill, so a small car came out of the side door, sneaky, not quite right.

Zhao Qingnan glanced at Xiao Junyi and motioned for him to follow.

Xiao Junyi nodded in response, and the two wrapped the horse's hooves in cloth, not close, far behind the carriage.

In the middle of the afternoon, it was very hot. The two of them followed the sun against the sun, and they only felt hard.

Zhao Qingnan whispered to Xiao Junyi to prevent himself from falling off the horse in a distracted manner, and asked while holding the cart: "What did you say was in that sack?" It looks mysterious. ”

Xiao Junyi shook his head: "I can't guess, I have to take a look at it specifically, I look like a big thing." ”

As he spoke, the carriage crushed over a stone, jolted, and a bag of things rolled from the cart.

The coachman seemed to sense it, grabbed the reins, and got out of the car to load the tumbling things back onto the car.

This road is not like other places, where there is endless wasteland on the left and right, but a large dense bamboo forest is planted and passes through the bamboo forest.

Xiao Junyi and the others hid quickly, so they didn't let the coachman find their traces.

I don't know if I broke the sack when I fell, Zhao Qingnan vaguely heard the coachman scolding, and then put the sack together and threw it into the car.

At this moment, a gust of wind blew, carrying the unique fragrance of bamboo, and a strange, medicinal smell.

Xiao Junyi sniffed carefully, and could probably smell a few of the more unique smells.

Just as he was about to ask Zhao Qingnan, he saw her brow almost twisted into a pimple.

Zhao Qingnan's face was gloomy: "Did you smell it?" The smell of blood. ”

Xiao Junyi was surprised for a moment and sniffed carefully, but unfortunately the wind had passed, and the smell was not strong, only a faint medicinal fragrance still lingered on the tip of his nose.

"No, I only smell the herbs, it's quite fragrant." After Xiao Junyi finished speaking, he asked Zhao Qingnan again: "Do you smell blood?" ”

Zhao Qingnan nodded.

Ever since she had been forced to see a bunch of swollen human heads with cavities and bubbles on the day she first crossed, she had been extremely sensitive to these bloody things. Last time, Zhao Qingyang made a cut with the handle of the knife in the kitchen, and within half a cup of tea, Zhao Qingnan caught the source of the bloody smell.

Even if Zhao Qingyang was afraid that she would be worried, he tied a sachet with a special smell on his body, saying that Zhao Qingyin sewed it for him, and he wanted to bring it out to show off.

This time was no exception.

Zhao Qingnan frowned when the sack fell, and the small radar of the blood smell detector sounded.

I almost told Zhao Qingnan that the car was not something that would make people happy.

After the driver drove the car out of a distance, Zhao Qingnan went to the place where the sack fell just now with a black face.

The sack was well sealed, and nothing spilled, but after dragging the broken hole, a little liquid flowed out of the bag and was on the ground.

The land is muddy and has a good absorption effect. Fortunately, the path is in the woods, and it is very shady, so you don't have to worry about evaporation.

The liquid soaked on the ground, wetting a small place, and fell in Zhao Qingnan's eyes, even the dark color different from the side was guilty.

Xiao Junyi squatted down and twisted a small handful of soil and put it on the tip of his nose to smell it, which was almost no different from the smell he smelled, except that there was more smell of earth.

But the color on this small piece of soil made Xiao Junyi's face sink as well.

The color of the soil is much darker than that of the soil that is not usually wet.

Xiao Junyi didn't smell anything unusual, but when he looked at it, he could understand what this liquid was.

A potion mixed with blood.

It is another object that cannot and should not be related to Eikoji Temple in any way.

This Yongguang Temple is not a small problem.

Xiao Junyi got up from the ground and looked in the direction where the coachman left, and heard Zhao Qingnan say to him in a cold voice: "Chase." ”