[The book continues from the above, and the last book said that Miao Yu saw that the elixir had been made, and handed it over to Kyaukyun, so that she could be responsible for feeding it to the old hen. After Mu Qingming secretly witnessed the whole process, he returned to the main house full of worries, and after offering incense to the ancestral master, he was asked by Mo Han what he was worried about? After Mu Qing meditated, he still told the clues he found in the day and night when he was looking for the leper monk. It turned out that a force of the Immortal Dao had been hidden in the city, waiting for an opportunity to move. Drawing it out, Mu Qingming finally decided to call Jiaoyun to find the whereabouts of this Immortal Dao foreign aid force. And the abbot of Yingkong in Tanhua Temple, after examining the corpse of the leper monk of his junior brother, also found some clues from it. 】

The night breeze blew, and the shadows of the trees reflected on the window paper of Mu Qingming's bedroom swayed with the wind and changed shapes.

In this quiet and peaceful night, the sleeping corpse baby Hanquan turned over when he listened to the wind, and when he continued to sleep sideways, he inadvertently put his thumb up in his mouth and sucked it.

I sucked it in with relish, and my face was full of comfort.

"I wanted to ask Jiaoyun, after all, she has followed the fairy girl for more than ten years, and she must know a lot about witchcraft under her words and deeds. Maybe she can know about this kind of witchcraft, and if it can be combined with other thaumaturgy? After a long time, Mu Qingming put away her confusion, turned around and returned to the bedside, and after sitting down beside his wife, he sighed: "But seeing that Miaoyu finally pulled her out of her sadness, and then let her recall these memories, it is inevitable to be sad." I thought about it and decided to forget it. ”。

He had seen Kyaukyun's happy face just now, and he was really happy that this apprentice could get out of his sadness. Just like when I saw Ah Hong come out of the haze from the pain that day.

If Jiaoyun is involved in these things again, Mu Qingming is always a little unbearable.

Unintentionally involved Long Gu in these things, he already regretted it. If he could, Mu Qingming would rather bear all this by himself than his apprentices would continue to uncover the scars of pain because of this.

"Every living being has joys, sorrows, and sorrows. They will all be sad and happy, and you can't stop them from going through this because they are soft-hearted. At a glance, after Mo Han understood Mu Qingming's thoughts and entanglements, he said softly: "But they need to be experienced, and they know it themselves." But because of this, you want to deprive them of the opportunity to train, and you are not a good master. ”。

"These sets of great truths of yours are all taught to you by my mother." Mu Qingming was stunned for a moment, and after a while, he said a little impatiently: "When I was at home, I had to listen to her old man's nagging, and I had to hold back my urine every day to ask her and my father to say goodbye, so I had to listen to her nagging for a long time. Now it's okay, marry you and listen to your nagging. What do I owe you in my last life? ”。

"This is going to ask you, what do you owe us in your last life? Anyway, you can't escape in this life. Mo Han also understood that Mu Qingming's complaint was just a joke, and he didn't get angry. Instead, he leaned slightly, leaned his head on Mu Qingming's shoulder, and grabbed her husband Mu Qingming's arm.

Mu Qingming smiled bitterly; As Mo Han said, he can't run away in this life, and he doesn't want to run.

"Go find Kyaukyun; After all, there is a precedence in hearing the Tao, and there is a specialization in the art industry. Originally, she was born in a godly family, and she must know more about the vast sea of witchcraft than we do. After a long time, Mo Han still leaned on her husband's shoulder, and said: "With her help, not only can she get experience, but also solve the doubts in your heart faster, killing two birds with one stone." Haven't you always wondered how the two came together, and wanted to use this to find clues and catch this group of foreign aid from the Immortal Dao? Then ask Kyaukyun for help. ”。

"Hmm." Mu Qingming pondered for a long time, but nodded in response. Moreover, he had already figured out how to tell Kyaukyun about it. It is guaranteed to turn grief and anger into strength.

When Mu Qingming's brows stretched, Mo Han also straightened up: "Okay, the problem is solved, let's rest early." Don't you have to go to work tomorrow? ”。

"yes." Mu Qingming said, reaching out and unbuttoning his clothes.

At the moment when the collar was unbuttoned, he suddenly had a flash of inspiration, and a surprised voice came out of his mouth: "Huh? ”。

Then, he turned his head to look at his wife: "I suddenly found a problem, you are the only person in this world who can see through my heart, and you have a relationship with me, how can you not know what I think?" Why are you still chasing me and asking? ”。

When Mo Han heard this, he took off his dress after smiling, silently climbed onto the bed, pulled up the quilt and closed his eyes and fell asleep.

"You deliberately asked me to tell you, right?" Mu Qingming, who stood up, looked at his wife on the bed with his eyes closed, but raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and the smile was undiminished, and shouted: "You said you ......."

"Sleep, what is there to say, it is not the same thing to see through and say it yourself; And we need to communicate as a couple. Besides, you've said it all, can you still swallow it back? Mo Han, who grabbed the words, smiled and said no more.

There was a bit of pride in that smile, a triumphant victory. It seems that playing tricks on her husband like this can also make her feel a lot more comfortable.

Mu Qingming stood alone in front of the bed, not knowing how to talk. After a long time, he flicked his sleeves, and after the wind blew out the oil lamp in his sleeves, he said to himself in the darkness: "My mother taught you this trick again, right?" ”......

In the Tanhua Temple, which is still quiet at night, there is a sadness in the air. The faces of the Buddha statues in the temple have lost their former kindness, and there is a faint sadness between the facial features with a slightly dull expression.

On the night three days ago, Mu Qingming personally escorted the body of the leper monk back to Tanhua Temple and handed it over to the abbot of Yingkong.

Although it was sent secretly, when the abbot Yingkong, who was still looking forward to seeing the safe return of the living, suddenly saw the body of his junior brother, he was still stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but cry.

The heart-rending cry almost attracted the other monks. If Mu Qingming hadn't opened the enchantment in time to prevent the sound from spreading, the secret of this leper monk would have been made public.

It is said that there is no impermeable wall in the world, and at that time, maybe in a few days in the city, there will be a monk in Tanhua Temple who is a monster, etc., so that the conversation after tea and dinner. It would be even more outrageous.

The reputation of the century-old temple will also be ruined.

At this time, it was late at night, and the doors and windows of the presiding meditation room were closed, and no one was allowed to enter it without permission since the night three days ago. Even the little novice who served tea and poured water for the abbot of Yingkong in the past was not allowed to take another step.

The body of the leper monk was parked in the house at this time.

The abbot of Yingkong vacated his bed and placed it for the body of the leper monk. The leprous monk, whose face was hideous because of pain, sat quietly cross-legged on the bed, his distorted facial features had been fixed, and his body was still as black and gray as dead wood. There is not the slightest moisture in every inch of skin, the flesh has long been dry and cracked but there is no blood, and you can even see the bones through the cracks.

Only the shriveled Chigong that he was originally holding in his hand was quietly put away by Mu Qingming before he was sent here.

Other than that, nothing has changed at all.

Abbot Yingkong stood in front of the bed, his eyes were sad, staring at his junior brother's body in a daze, and what echoed in his mind was Mu Qingming's voice: "Master, your junior brother was instantly drained of his lifespan and the qi in his body, as well as his soul, and died. It's a powerful sorcery, and the person who performs it is not something you can deal with. Although I understand your pain, there is already a person dead in Tanhua Temple, and I hope that the master will not be impulsive and lose his life in vain. ”。

The abbot clenched his fists, gritted his teeth, and his eyes were filled with unwillingness.

"I promise you, I will capture this evil man alive and let him die in front of the grave of the leper monk to apologize." Mu Qingming's voice, as well as the firm look when he said this, once again appeared in the mind of the abbot of Yingkong: "Even if I, Mu Qingming, chase to the ends of the earth in this life, I will not let go of this murderer." ”。

And the abbot's fists clenched even tighter, allowing his fingertips to sink deep into the flesh of his palms.

It was precisely because of Mu Qingming's guarantee that the heart of the abbot of Yingkong was full of unwillingness. The disciples of Tanhua Temple were brutally murdered by gangsters, and they couldn't do anything themselves, so they could only hope for outsiders. This made the abbot of Yingkong unwilling, and at the same time, he always felt that he owed the deceased.

Even the hideous face reflected in his eyes seemed to have a little more reproachful look.

But what if you are unwilling?

"Senior brother, don't blame senior brother for not being able to avenge you personally. The senior brother is not good at learning, and his cultivation is far inferior to that murderer. Your revenge can only be avenged by Young Master Mu. Be in peace and go to Western Elysium. With tears in his eyes, the abbot whispered to himself. The tone was full of helplessness.

This master also looks much older at this moment.

He can only hope that Mu Qingming will find the murderer as soon as possible and bring him to justice. also to comfort his brother's spirit in the sky.

After a long time, he sighed again; Thinking of what Mu Qingming said, the soul of the leper monk has been sucked away, how can there be anything in the spirit of the sky?

The more this is the case, the more the abbot blames himself.

The wind was blowing outside, and there was a mournful roar in the wind.

After a long time, the abbot of Yingkong said again: "In this case, it is useless for you to stay here, junior brother. If you enter the earth, you will be buried in the ground. ”。

With that, he stepped forward.

He remembered that when Mu Qingming left that night, he told him that the current leper monk only needed to use his fingers to touch the acupoint in the middle of the body, and his body would be shattered into a piece of powder.

Thinking of this, the abbot of Yingkong finally stood in front of the leper monk, hesitated for a moment, raised his hand, and raised his index finger at the middle point of the leper monk's body.

It's not a thing to always keep the body of a leper monk. Although he was a little reluctant, the abbot of Yingkong still decided to let him go into the ground first.

Just when his fingers stretched out, and he was still a little away from the leper monk's acupoint, something suddenly slipped out of the leper monk's nostrils.

The abbot of Yingkong was stunned when he saw this, and then spread out his hand quickly, and accurately caught the thing that fell when his palm was facing up.

After the thing fell into his hand, the abbot withdrew his hand and looked at the thing in his palm by the light of the lamp, which was as slender and long as a hair.

It is impossible for a monk to have hair in his dwelling. As for the nose hair, it's not that long. The hair in his hand was already about half a foot long, spanning his entire palm.

No matter how you look at it, it looks like a woman's hair.

The abbot of Yingkong, who was suspicious for a moment, took the hair-like thing in his hand and twisted it, feeling the touch in his hand.

After a moment, the abbot of Yingkong, who let go of his fingers and put the hair back in his hand, frowned tightly and muttered, "Isn't this horsehair?" ”。

As he spoke, a strand of hair that was the same as in the hand of the abbot of Yingkong slipped out of the nostrils of the leper monk.

Why does the leper monk hide horsehair in his nostrils? Find out what happens next, and listen to the next breakdown.