[The book continues from the above, and the last book says that the Immortal Taoist successfully subdued the man in the sack, and buried him in the deep pit where the native was made, and then walked away and disappeared into the quiet night on the western mountain. And Mu Qingming, who is still in Tanhua Temple, asks the abbot of Yingkong to lead the way to the residence of the leper monk and check it out. When he arrived in the flower field, Mu Qingming inadvertently sensed the faint evil aura that still remained in the flower field, and it was expected that the disappearance of the leper monk was related to the Immortal Dao. Led out Mu Qingming to check the house, found some strange things, and secretly used his mind to transmit the sound, to summon Miaole and Long Gu, and find the whereabouts of the leper monk with him. After burying people alive, the old man in yellow returned to his hideout, and saw Liu Yang, who had quietly sneaked out of the stronghold, already waiting for his arrival in his hideout. 】

The mountain breeze blows through the flower fields, and the black shadows sway under the swaying of the grass and trees. The towering trees around it also shook their branches and leaves. Fallen leaves shake off pieces and flutter with the wind.

Remaining in the flower field, the evil aura that seemed to be absent was whistling with the mountain wind, becoming lighter and lighter.

The door of the thatched hut where the leper monk lived was opened by the abbot of Yingkong, and a strong gust of wind surged in it, and it galloped towards the abbot of Yingkong at the door. For a while, the abbot's robe was encouraged, and the oil lamp in his hand was swaying. If he hadn't hurriedly raised his hand to protect it, the bean-sized lamp would have been extinguished by shaking in the wind.

Mu Qingming and his apprentice Ah Hong immediately walked over, the strong wind had subsided, and the light on the oil lamp in the abbot's hand was also set.

The abbot of Yingkong took the lead in holding the lamp and stepped into the house, and the faint light in his hand also illuminated the room.

Mu Qingming and Ah Hong, who followed behind, stood in the room and looked around, but saw that the furnishings in this room were no different or special compared with the Zen rooms where other Buddhist monks lived, and the furnishings were simple and simple as always.

In addition to the bed and the clothes box at the end of the bed, all that remains in the room is the desk and futon in the middle, the kettle, tea set, pen, ink, paper, inkstone, and the small earthen stove used to cook tea on the side. And directly opposite the door of the house, the Buddhist altar that was carved out of the wall, and the offering table in front of the Buddhist altar.

In addition, Mu Qingming could also see that there was a bookshelf placed against the wall at the other end of the room, which was full of top-loading books, all of which were micro-scrolls in the corners of the books, many of which were yellowed, but they were all neatly placed.

Mu Qingming, who didn't say a word, walked straight over and flipped through a few books. I found that there were many Buddhist scriptures written in Sanskrit, and some of the rest were medicinal classics, and some were books on the cultivation of flowers and plants, but there was nothing abnormal about it.

The only thing that made Mu Qingming frown was that those books were also stained with an evil aura that seemed to be nothing. The coldness of the yin and evil, when Mu Qingming picked up the book, the slight coldness could always penetrate into his body through his skin, making his flesh and blood feel as uncomfortable as a needle prick.

Looking back at the middle of the room, there was a dusty desk between the Buddhist shrine and the gate. Although the ink in the inkstone on the case has dried, the pen is still on the pen holder. There is also a piece of rice paper pressed with round pebbles as a paperweight on the table. It is densely covered with Sanskrit scriptures written with great power, and every stroke and drawing is done in one go without the slightest hesitation.

Before the pen is written, the person who holds the pen is already confident, and every Sanskrit writing is done in one go.

In this way, the leper monk was also a monk who was proficient in Sanskrit.

However, this scripture is only half written silently, and there are still some blanks on the white paper.

"Looking at it like this, it seems that the leper monk has not finished writing the scriptures silently, and has gone to bed to rest." Mu Qingming, who was slowly pacing around the desk, recalled what the abbot of Yingkong said, after discovering that the leper monk was missing, he checked his bed, and after the futon was still warm, he raised his eyes and looked at the bed not far away, and secretly thought: "Since he has fallen asleep, the operation of the Buddha's qi in the meridians will inevitably enter a slow state, and the five senses and six senses are paralyzed, could it be that he fell into the illusion and walked out of the house by himself?" ”。

"Master Abbot, when you find that the leper monk is gone, is the furnishings in this house exactly the same as now?" Mu Qingming paced towards the bed and asked thoughtfully, "Are the doors and windows closed?" ”。

"The furnishings haven't changed, and the windows are locked." After thinking about it for a while, the abbot of Yingkong followed Mu Qingming with the lamp, and replied: "Only the gate is empty, as if someone brought it with him after going out from here." ”。

Mu Qingming listened attentively, and slowly walked to the bed and stood still. When I looked at the bed, the quilt on it had not been folded, but it had just kicked to the foot of the bed and shrunk into a ball. There are also many folds on the mattresses on which they are placed. It looks like someone has just gotten up from the bed and hasn't had time to take care of it.

But the strange thing is also here, Mu Qingming leaned over and stretched out his hand, touching the futon, but he did not find any residual evil qi on this bed. Soon, he found a little purple-black dust on the edge of the bed.

Even on the ground in front of the bed, between Mu Qingming's feet, there were a little bit of such dust scattered and fell into the soil on the ground. At first glance, Mu Qingming didn't know what this thing was. But the existence of these dusts is not overlooked.

Mu Qingming straightened up quietly, looked around the ground around him again, and after seeing that the footprints on the soil were chaotic and he couldn't see any clues, he turned around and said to the abbot of Yingkong, who was waiting a little anxiously behind him: "Master, can you let me think quietly here." You go back to the temple to rest first, and when there is news of the leper monk, I will definitely get him back for you. ”。

"This ......" Yingkong Fang, who felt that it was inappropriate to act like this, thought for a moment between wanting to speak and stopped, and felt that this Mu Qingming was still a credible person, and finally nodded and responded: "Then there is Young Master Lao Mu." ”。

So he went and lit the lampstand in the house.

And Mu Qingming also secretly used his mind to transmit the sound, and said to Miaole who was far away in Shala Lane: "Take Longgu and rush to the flower field behind Tanhua Temple to meet me." There are some clues that you need to look at. ”......

The old man in yellow who buried a person alive walked in the forest unhurriedly. Like other immortal Taoists, as long as it is a matter of carelessness for human life, there is nothing strange in their opinion, and it is so ordinary that it can't make any waves in their hearts.

He wandered around the woods for a long time, and at last he came out, and drove straight to his secret hideout.

Tonight he was out on errands, and naturally there was no light in the cracks in the cliff face, immersed in darkness, blending in with the night.

The old man in yellow, who was already familiar with the terrain of this place, felt the crack in the darkness and rushed in.

In the cave after entering the crack, he saw in the darkness that there was a figure in the depths of the cave. The yellow-clothed cultist suddenly stood still, a vigilant look on his face.

"Coming back?" Liu Yang's voice came from the dark shadow.

It was still gloomy, and he didn't spit out a word, and a faint cold air diffused from between his teeth.

When the words came out, the old man in yellow breathed a sigh of relief. At the same time, Liu Yang's palm swept over the table in the depths of this cave, the wick of the oil lamp, and the flames suddenly appeared, and the light came immediately, sweeping away most of the darkness in the cave.

Under the lights, the old man in yellow saw Liu Yang standing behind the table and looked at him.

"Well, go out and run errands." The old man in yellow said, walked to the table and stood still.

"The things of the natives?" Liu Yang asked again.

The old man in yellow, who was standing opposite him, slowly tilted his head.

Liu Yang's eyes flashed with a rare flash of joy, and then he asked urgently: "How is it?" Did you find it? ”。

Recently, he has been having a headache about this matter, and tonight he quietly left the stronghold and came to the old man, also to ask about the progress of this matter.

"I didn't find the natives, this thing is becoming more and more rare nowadays, and Kunming and outside the city are no exception." The old man said bluntly, and instantly poured a basin of cold water on Liu Yang, extinguishing his joy.

Liu Yang's eyes quickly flashed a little imperceptible disappointment.

"But Master, I'm already making natives for you." The old man seemed to be happy at this kind of deliberate teasing of Liu Yang, seeing that the other party was first happy and then disappointed, and suddenly laughed after saying this.

Of course, in addition to the chief judge in today's Immortal Dao, there may be only this old man in yellow who dares to joke with Liu Yang like this.

Liu Yang was not angry, but his eyes reappeared with joy.

Naturally, he also knew that the natives could be made. Of course, he didn't think of creating another native before, but he just thought that if he could find a ready-made one, it would save him more trouble.

"Over the years, I have also studied a lot of ways to make natives. Although they are all hobbies, they are also small achievements. The old man stepped aside, rummaged through a shelf, took out a cup of clay porcelain, and walked out of the crevice cave.

After a while, he walked back with a cup that was already full of water.

The water in that cup is the clear and cold mountain spring water outside the cave.

The old man walked to the table and handed the water cup to Liu Yang: "The natives I can make are by no means worse than the natives I was born with." For now, the best way is to make a native and give it to you, the Sect Master. And I've made all the preparations, and the natives are starting to make it. ”。

Liu Yang took the water cup, and after taking a sip of the water in the cup, the joy on his face increased.

But then Liu Yang was overjoyed, and he couldn't help but sigh leisurely: "But it will take a year before I can get this native man." ”。

This is where the trouble of creating natives lies, which not only requires a large amount of material input, but also takes up to a year; If there wasn't a group of dragon lockers in the city, Liu Yang could wait. But Mu Qingming in the city has always been eyeing them, so Liu Yang didn't plan to make it at first, so as not to dream too much at night.

"That's fine." After a pause, Liu Yang, who had thought about it for a while, seemed to have decided that this was the last resort, and said with a slight chin and said, "Then wait for a year." You are in charge of this yourself, and in a year I must meet a native. Don't go wrong. ”。

"Well, I'll be responsible for making the natives and then handing them over to you, the sect master." The old man in yellow nodded his head without hesitation, and responded confidently.

Then he smiled faintly, and then said to Liu Yang unhurriedly: "But it's not a year, but a hundred days." After 100 days, you will see a living native standing in front of you. ”。

The night wind poured in through the cracks, and a long, high-pitched howl blew through the cave.

Liu Yang, who put down the water cup, was slightly stunned, his eyes slowly widened and raised, and after sweeping the face of the old man in yellow on the opposite side, with a smile that did not decrease, he said suspiciously: "Hundred days? Am I mistaken? Doesn't it take a year? ”。

"That's the way it works." The old man in yellow was still smiling, and then said, "But I have modified this method, and now our Immortal Dao makes the natives, and it takes more than 100 days at most. ”。

Did the old man in yellow deceive Liu Yang? Find out what happens next, and listen to the next breakdown.