[The book continues from the above, the last book said that Mu Qingming and Zhao Liang secretly formulated a strategy to attack the east and west, asking Zhao Liang to arrest the immortal Taoists who had developed in the city one by one to attract the attention of the immortal Taoists. And Ah Hong noticed that Mu Qingming worked hard to move Han Damao's mother and son to the city. After asking, sure enough, it turned out that Han Damao still had some relationship with the rattle made of the hundred illusion map. Led out Mu Qingming and Mo Han to cross the Golden Juice River at night and sneak into Tanhua Temple. After passing the temple and coming to the courtyard, I saw a few night cries between the grass and trees mowed the grass and trees, as if someone was controlling and controlling it. 】

The warm sunlight is not dazzling, and it spreads out in the small courtyard of the wooden family.

After Mu Qingming finished speaking, he walked slowly to the shade of a tree not far away. Then he sat down in a rocking chair, closed his eyes slightly in the cool breeze, and took a nap.

Satisfied with his curiosity, Ah Hong also headed towards the kitchen. There's a live fish in there, waiting for him to kill.

And the corpse baby Hanquan stood up from Mo Han's side, swayed to Mu Qingming's side, lay on Mu Qingming's knees, and handed the toy in his hand to Mu Qingming, meaning to ask Mu Qingming to play with him for a while.

Mu Qingming picked up the spinning top he handed over, played with it a few times, and handed it back to Hanquan. It's not that he doesn't want to play with Cold Spring, it's just that he's not in the mood right now. Seeing that he was holding a spinning top, he pursed his lips, and his eyes were full of disappointment. Mu Qingming took out a white paper with red letters from his sleeve and wrapped it in cream balls and handed it to Hanquan.

When the cold spring saw the candy, his eyes lit up and he smiled.

This cream ball is not often eaten, it is a kind of candy other than soda made by the Shanhaiguan Soda Factory established in the 28th year of Guangxu (1902). In the city of Kunming, such candy is considered a rarity.

Mu Qingming always likes to buy a few candies made of this milk powder mixture, but he doesn't eat this thing, he doesn't like the milky taste. However, if you buy it, you can give one to Hanquan from time to time, so that Hanquan can go to the side quietly, sit and lick for a long time, and don't disturb Mu Qingming.

Sure enough, Hanquan, who was happy with the candy, stood aside and studied how to unwrap the wrapper. As for the toys he was holding before, they were all placed on Mu Qingming's lap, regardless of it.

"Master, what is a night cry?" Jiaoyun, who didn't like to talk very much, glanced back at Mu Qingming, who was napping with his eyes closed.

Jiaoyun just came to a new and unfamiliar environment, or was she sent here by her grandmother suddenly without explaining the reason, and she was not very willing to communicate with people. But like Ah Hong, he is always full of curiosity.

If you don't understand, just ask, which is also the most common thing that Jiaoyun does after coming to the Mu family's courtyard. At first, I was a little shy, but after getting along with Mu Qingming for a long time, I also asked if I wanted to, and I didn't squirm anymore.

And she clearly remembered that her grandmother, Xiangu, once asked Mu Qingming to find this kind of ghost to go to the ghost market. It's just that there were too many things at that time, and Kyaukyun forgot about the night cry.

"Night cry, night cry is also known as night crying ghost. A kind of pediatric ghost. Unlike the aborted spirit baby, this kind of ghost is transformed after the death of a child who died young, like a child, the key is that the behavior is unpredictable, just like a child, thinking is one out of one. Mu Qingming didn't put on a score, let alone hold a shelf, although he still closed his eyes slightly, he didn't hurry to explain to Jiaoyun: "This kind of little ghost is the most naughty; It is said that imps are difficult, and this kind of imps is no exception. They often appear in children's beds at night, jumping and jumping, provoking children who cannot sleep peacefully and cry loudly. If the child is not because of peeing and hunger, often crying at night, then there must be a naughty child ghost nearby, if left alone, people and ghosts have different paths, children are often disturbed by such ghosts, will have a high fever does not go away, then the child has to see a doctor, take bitter medicine. ”。

"Oh, I see." Jiaoyun listened attentively, and waited until a moment after Mu Qingming finished speaking, and then said slowly: "Are you going to go to the house with children that night to find Ye Xi'er?" ”。

Although Jiaoyun listened attentively, he also noticed that Mu Qingming said that this kind of little ghost likes to go to the bed of human children and jump around.

"There are too many investigations, and there are many families with children in the city. I've asked Miaobi and Miaotian to find out, and in Tanhua Temple, there are a few night cries. Mu Qingming waved his hand, gently shook the rocking chair, and said no more......

At night, in the city of Kunming shrouded in darkness, there are more places to diffuse silence and tranquility, and less the hustle and bustle of the day.

Mu Qingming and Mo Han used the Concealment Spell, quietly sneaked out of the city, and stood in the fields reclaimed in the wilderness outside the city, sensing that there were no outsiders around them, and after no danger, they put away the Concealment Spell.

"You went to Zhao Liang and asked him to arrest the Immortal Daoist in secret, and I can understand that there was a noise. You said that Han Damao's qi and life are connected to the technique in that rattle, and I can also see it. Moreover, it is true that the technique in the drum is also very special, and it must be not far from Han Damao to exert its power. Mo Han, who had just appeared, frowned slightly under the starlight of the night, and a trace of suspicion flashed in his eyes.

"But you said that a little ghost like Night Cry, I think it's a bit ridiculous in Tanhua Temple." After a pause, Mo Han turned his head to look at her husband who was staring ahead under the night wind, and said softly: "Who doesn't know that Tanhua Temple is a Buddhist temple, do little ghosts dare to go to such a place?" ”。

There are many things in Buddhist temples, but they are the nemesis of ghosts. There may be ghosts and gods like the Emperor Mother of Heli, who dare to enter and exit this kind of place freely, and the little ghosts like Night Cry are afraid that they really have no guts and no ability to enter and exit a Buddhist temple.

Mu Qingming smiled and didn't say anything, he just reached out to hold his wife's smooth hand, and pulled her all the way east, towards the Golden Juice River in the distance.

Their destination, Tanhua Temple, also known as Tanhua Nunnery, was built in the Chongzhen period of the Ming Dynasty, and the Ming Dynasty was almost out of time. The reason for this name is that there is a Yutan tree in the garden (actually Yunnan Mountain Magnolia, which is said to come from India, and Buddhism believes that it is a Buddha flower), and this temple is also named after it.

This is located at the foot of Jinma Mountain outside the east gate of Kunming City, on the bank of the Jinzhi River. At first, it was not a temple, but the villa of Shi Shiqiao, a doctor of Guanglu in the Ming Dynasty. Until the Chongzhen period, his great-grandson Stewei donated to build the temple, so there was this Tanhua Temple.

Mo Han was suspicious, and followed Mu Qingming along the ridge all the way slowly, and after walking for a long time, he came to the bank of the Golden Juice River. At night, I can only listen to the sound of flowing water, and vaguely see the faint light on the water surface, but I can't see what is under the river.

Facing the river breeze, Mu Qingming and Mo Han stood on the bank of the river, looking at the Tanhua Temple not far away. Deep in the courtyard, the glazed roof can only vaguely see the outline, but not clearly.

"This temple is also a door, and it doesn't say that it will be lit at night." Looking at the Tanhua Temple immersed in the night, and it was also dark behind the wall, Mo Han couldn't help but speak.

"Monks are puritans, and they won't light so many lights at night, which is normal." Mu Qingming* said. After finishing speaking, together with Mo Han, he tacitly used the Concealment Spell, hiding his body and breath.

At the moment when the Concealment Spell was cast, they all leaped to their tiptoes and leaped across the surface of the Golden Juice River. In the blink of an eye, the two landed firmly on the other side of the river.

As soon as the servants landed, they headed towards Tanhua Temple.

The mountain gate of Tanhua Temple is also unique; It is a four-pier three-door archway type building, with a glazed corner treasure roof, and a red wall on both sides of closed windows.

Mo Han and Mu Qingming stood in front of this unique mountain gate together, and after looking left and right for a long time, they followed Mu Qingming across the mountain gate and entered the temple over the wall.

Triple buildings on a central axis, the Guanyin Hall, the Ancestral Hall and the Tibetan Scripture Building are in front of you.

It's just the front yard, but it's already a deep courtyard. There is a water pavilion in the cloister, and there is a small bridge lotus pond. It is said that this is a temple, but it looks like a unique and exquisite garden.

Mo Han looked left and right, although several halls here were full of Buddha energy, and her demon eyes could also see the Buddha light in the room with closed doors and windows, and the silence was revealing the Buddha's light that was difficult to see with the naked eye. But here always gives Mo Han the illusion of a quiet and chic garden.

Without saying a word, she followed Mu Qingming, walked through the temple, and came to the back of the courtyard. I saw that behind this courtyard is also a list of famous flowers, falling into the sky, it is not like a temple, but like a flower garden with a quiet environment.

Flowers and trees are luxuriant, flowers and bamboo forests and cloister curved bridges, scattered. Obviously, someone deliberately arranged it like this. And those flowers and trees also have traces of being built, and they do not grow messy, each one is neat, and it seems that the people who have repaired and arranged this place have put a lot of effort into it.

Mu Qingming stood up suddenly, raised his hand when he stopped, and pointed not far in front of him. Mo Han also stood still, raised his eyes forward, and looked in the direction of Mu Qingming's finger.

I saw only a few children wearing belly pockets, pruning branches and fixing branches for plants and trees. These few suddenly appeared in the night, and the children in front of Mo Han were ghostly, and the belly pockets on their bodies were as pale as snow, which was definitely not the belly pockets of normal children.

If you look closely, you can see that these children have dead faces and blank eyes. It is certain that they are the night cryers that Mu Qingming is looking for. It's just that compared to the normal night cry, these little ghosts are much quieter, and they don't cry or make trouble.

And judging by their dull gaze and mechanical movements, it is clear that they are bound by some kind of thaumaturgy, and that they are controlled by the caster.

"They're the little ghosts that other people raised?" Mo Han was surprised for a while, and exclaimed to her husband with her thoughts.

And the little ghost she saw was mowing the grass and trees, and it was obviously driven by someone.

Under the night breeze, the flowers and trees exude a faint fragrance, blowing in the face. Mu Qingming nodded slowly under the night breeze mixed with the faint but not strong fragrance of flowers.

What Miaotian and Miaobi secretly found out was indeed someone near Tanhua Temple, raising little ghosts. This little ghost is an evil art of blaspheming ghosts, and he dares to raise it in a place like Tanhua Temple, which also opens Mu Qingming's eyes.

He really wanted to see, who was so bold and reckless, daring to fiddle with this kind of evil art in the pure land of Buddhism?

However, in this troubled world, it is not strange to see any demons and strange things. Mu Qingming only thought about it for a while, so he stopped thinking nonsense, took out a few pieces of red paper that had been prepared a long time ago, and prepared to accept these little ghosts.

Who raised the little ghost near Tanhua Temple? Find out what happens next, and listen to the next breakdown.

Shanhaiguan Soda Factory - Shanhaiguan Soda was founded in 1902 by the British Maisas and others, and its factory was located at No. 12 Dalian Road. In 1922, Puyi, the last emperor of the Qing Dynasty, held a wedding banquet and specially explained that Shanhaiguan soda must be used, and by the 30s, Shanhaiguan soda had become a popular brand-name drink in Tianjin. 】