[The book continues from the above, and the last book said that an old and a young tomb robber went to Shizhai Mountain outside the city at night and dug a strangely shaped coffin. I thought I would make a fortune, but I didn't expect that when the coffin was opened, there was only a male corpse inside, but there were no funeral goods. When he died, he lifted the sackcloth on the corpse, but saw seven nails made of silver nailed to the corpse's chest, and pulled out one of them out of curiosity, and the corpse, which was originally dead but not stiff or rotten, immediately decomposed. And Tie Hua also brought the fake drum to Mu Qingming, but it was exactly the same as the real drum, which was enough to confuse the real with the fake. Led out to break the ban, the dragon lock people will implement the fake drum real drum plan. Exploring the bottom carefully, Tanhua Temple finally decided to investigate Mu Qingming carefully. 】

The night wind was still swirling in the small courtyard of the Mu family, and the two night owls, who were particularly quiet tonight, buried their heads deeper.

In the brightly lit main house, Tie Hua, who had no cigarettes in his hands, had no choice but to lift the hot tea sent by Miaoyu before, intending to take a sip of tea to kill his boredom.

Mu Qingming turned his head to look at the teacup before he lifted the teacup, gently scraped the iron birch of the tea powder with the lid of the cup, and asked, "Uncle Tie Hua, have you figured out the prohibition on the real drum?" Do you know how to break? ”。

In the past few months, in order to make the fake drum as fake and real, Tie Hua has frequently entered and exited the ancestral hall of that fishing village. Not only to grasp the size and volume of the real drum, but also to study the forbidden talisman set on the real drum.

The Jiuli people are older than the Suolong people, and in the long flight after the defeat, too many things have been lost, and it is difficult to find a record of a few words. Therefore, if the dragon lockers want to break the ban of the Jiuli clan, Tie Hua has to frequently enter and exit the ancestral hall to spy on the prohibition imposed on the real drum. In order to figure out the principle, he also imitated the same prohibition on the fake drum.

In this way, even if a fake drum is put in, the old man who guards the ancestral hall will not see any clues.

Mu Qingming's long-planned tanuki for the prince is almost perfect.

Tie Hua, who took a sip of tea in his mouth, nodded hurriedly, swallowed the tea, and then hurriedly spoke: "It's not a powerful prohibition, it's an ordinary Jiuli clan prohibition, and it is used as a medium for the ancestral Yin soul qi stored in the tablet in the ancestral hall. ”。

Mu Qingming bowed his head slightly, and secretly thought to himself: Sure enough, as I saw before, the medium that formed the prohibition came from the tablets in front of the statue.

"When the time comes, let the pen go with me. After all, we are not from the Jiuli clan, and when I cast the spell, I had to open the enchantment for me, and then break the ban, and then imitate the fake ban on the fake drum. Tie Hua, who had already put down the teacup but was very uncomfortable without holding a cigarette stick in his hand, grabbed a plump bayberry in the fruit bowl on the table, put it in his mouth and chewed, and said slightly vaguely: "If there is no enchantment, it is easy to alarm the villagers, and the gains outweigh the losses." ”。

"Well, I'll let Miaobi go with you." Mu Qingming picked up the fake drum and handed it to Tie Hua: "You can collect the drum first, and then bring it over when the time comes." ”。

At this time, the night wind in the courtyard has subsided. The grass and trees no longer swayed, and the rustling sound dissipated.

Tie Hua, who took the fake drum and put it in his sleeve, spit out the core of the bayberry in the palm of his hand, suddenly raised his eyes to look at the door, and frowned.

The color of vigilance gradually appeared on his frowning brow.

The prohibitions and enchantments in the small courtyard of the Mu family were set by him, and through these prohibitions and enchantments, Tie Hua could clearly perceive that under the night outside the gate, there was a solemn Buddha aura, wandering in the darkness outside the door. But he didn't hear the slightest knock on the door, it seemed that the monk with this Buddha spirit did not plan to enter the door, and had the intention of peeping into the small courtyard, but because of the enchantment, this monk could not use the method of climbing over the wall to spy on the situation in this small courtyard. But this move made Tie Hua can't help but be vigilant.

Mo Han and Mu Qingming, of course, also sensed the Buddha qi outside the door. But Mu Qingming didn't care about it, lifted his purple clay pot, stuffed the spout into his mouth, and drank tea leisurely.

Mo Han also looked indifferent and didn't care, but said lightly to Tie Hua: "Uncle Tie Hua don't care about him, in the past few months, he has come to this alley to spy every once in a while." is even secretly tracking Qing Ming, and we have noticed it. But there is no malice, so we are all used to it, maybe the other party is just curious about who we are. ”。

The vigilance at Tie Hua's eyebrows faded a little.

As Mo Han said, through the prohibition and enchantment in the courtyard, Tie Hua also sensed that in this Buddha aura, there was indeed no murderous aura and malice.

This made him lose his previous vigilance, but he continued to look at the direction of the closed gate of the courtyard outside the door, and asked, "Do you know that it is the monk of that temple?" ”。

"Tanhua Temple." Hearing this, Mu Qingming also frowned, thinking that he was in Tanhua Temple that day, and he cared about the fact that the leper monk was going to leave for nine night crys, and thought about whether the leper monk said it, so he briefly told Tie Hua how to ask the leper monk for the night cry.

As they spoke, the Buddha aura that had been lingering outside the door for a long time had already gone away.

When Mu Qingming finished speaking, Tie Hua, who sensed that the Buddha's aura was gone, slowly withdrew his gaze and asked, "Young Master, haven't you washed away the memory of that leper monk?" ”。

"Not for the time being, thinking that I haven't revealed my identity, and I want to find that soul and clueless, there will be many ways for multiple friends in the future, and it will be more convenient." Although he knew where the monk outside the door came from, but he didn't know that the leper monk had been mutilated, and he didn't know what Tanhua Temple was staring at them, Mu Qingming, shook his head slightly, still unimpressed, and said: "Uncle Tiehua, don't worry about this matter for now, when the immortal path is over, I will naturally erase all the traces of our life in the city." Including the memories of those who know us, no one will ever know about our existence. ”。

Now his eyes are only staring at the Immortal Dao, and he has no interest and energy in other things for the time being, and he has no interest, so he can only push it back for the time being.

What's more, his aunt gave him a list of magic weapons to deal with Liu Yang. According to this list, after the Hundred Illusions, there is a nail called Soul Qi.

But he still doesn't know where it is.

Thinking of this, Mu Qingming, who raised the teapot again, couldn't help but frown......

Suddenly under the strong night wind, the junior brother of the abbot of Tanhua Temple, the white-faced monk walked out of the gloomy Shala Alley quickly, and stood at the entrance of the alley trembling.

The eerie chill in the alley made him really have no good feelings and interest in this alley.

After this white-faced monk came to Shala Lane for the first time, he didn't want to come a second time. If he hadn't been ordered to secretly check Mu Qingming's details first, he wouldn't want to go in and out of this narrow and gloomy alley often.

The white-faced monk who stopped for a moment finally walked forward without looking back.

The monk didn't say a word, and walked through the streets and alleys among the rows of houses in the city for a long time before leaving the city through the east gate. In the fields and forests outside the city, I walked for a long time by the starlight in the sky, and finally came to the front of Tanhua Temple.

The white-faced monk knocked on the door of the vermilion lacquer temple, and after revealing his identity to the little novice behind the door, he easily opened the closed temple door. When he stepped into the temple, he shuttled between the halls of grass and trees, and walked to the depths of the temple, in front of a secluded and simple meditation room.

Standing in front of the bright meditation room at the crack of the door of this room, the white-faced monk was dressed for a while, and the voice of the abbot of Yingkong came from behind the closed door: "Is it Senior Brother Yingzheng?" The door is unlocked, come in. ”。

"Yes." The white-faced monk who responded pushed the door into the house and closed the door with his hand.

"Senior brother, is my junior brother better?" The leper monk who had just entered the door stood still in front of the case in the house, and he couldn't wait to ask.

He went down the mountain this time to check Mu Qingming, and he had not returned to the temple for three or five days. Although Yingzheng was not too familiar with the leper monk in the past, after all, he was a brother in the same sect, and the leper monk was so seriously injured by others that he hadn't seen him for a few days, Yingzheng still couldn't help but worry about the safety of the leper monk.

"The bleeding stopped, and my life was saved." The abbot of Yingkong, who was sitting behind the desk, folded his hands together, slowly closed his eyes and sighed. The sound of sighs echoed around the beams in this simply furnished meditation room.

Before the sigh landed, the abbot of Yingkong, who paused, opened his eyes, his eyes were full of sadness, and said: "It's just that I can't hear, see, or say this in the future." ”。

Before he could say anything, the sorrow in his eyes overflowed from his eyes, covering his wrinkled face.

There is also a bit of indescribable helplessness.

It seems that he is helpless that the Dharma is boundless, and he can't let his junior brother and leper monk grow his eyes and tongue again.

His emotions soon infected the white-faced monk, and sorrow and regret also swelled in his heart, and he lowered his eyebrows and lowered his eyes at the moment, without saying a word; I really don't know what to say.

"Tell me about you, did you find anything last time you went down the mountain?" After a while, it was the abbot who suppressed the sadness in his heart first, and opened his mouth to break the silence.

The white-faced monk, who had recovered from his grief, shook his head and said, "I still haven't found out that the enchantment in Mu Qingming's house is very strong, not only can I not hear any sound in the courtyard, but I can't see the scene clearly, even during the day. I climbed to the top of the main house of an uninhabited courtyard nearby, and when I looked around, I could only see that Mu Qingming's house was an empty yard. But there are people inside. ”。

"What kind of enchantment is this?" The abbot of Yingkong, who frowned when he heard this, muttered something with suspicion in his eyes.

"I don't know, but it's definitely not the enchantment we are familiar with in the past, neither the enchantment of my Buddhism, nor is it completely different from Taoism." The white-faced monk shook his head again, and then said, "But Senior Brother, since this Mu Qingming's family can lay such a strong enchantment, it must not be an ordinary Mu Young Master." I think that my junior brother's injury is absolutely inseparable from this young master Mu. Senior brother, it seems that we have really checked his details carefully. ”。

Hearing his junior brother Yingzheng say this, Abbot Yingkong was also suspicious of Mu Qingming.

The silent abbot of Yingkong frowned and pondered.

Although he doesn't know much about the dragon lockers, it is said that the dragon lockers' cultivation methods are different from ordinary people. It seems that he can control the qi of heaven and earth and use it for his own use. That's why we can harness the wind and hurt people.

Judging from the fact that the enchantment in Mu Qingming's family is neither Taoist nor Buddhist, Mu Qingming seems to be the dragon locker.

The abbot of Yingkong was a little shaken; He didn't plan to investigate Mu Qingming too carefully, just to rule out the possibility of whether Mu Qingming was the murderer, but now it seems that he really has to find out the details of Mu Qingming.

So, in the end, he nodded and promised his junior brother to investigate Mu Qingming carefully.

What is Soul Qi? Find out what happens next, and listen to the next breakdown.