[The book continues from the above, and the last book said that Mu Qingming still had some worries, worried that his disciple Long Gu would be psychologically unbearable when he saw the cruelty of the caster on the body of the sarcoma on the human face. But the disciple Jiaoyun told Mu Qingming that there was no need to worry, saying that Long Gu's psychology was very strong. And the dragon aunt in the gem cave acted according to the arrangement of her uncle Miaoyu, and took advantage of Miaoyu to contain and suppress the host of the human face sarcoma, and went around behind the host to assassinate him. Led out of the dragon lock people to get the human face sarcoma, and the host's life force was also sucked out, and even the soul was dragged and torn apart because of the departure of the human face sarcoma. And the one over there in the South Church]

The lower layer of the gem cave is still shrouded in endless darkness by weapons; Miaoyu, who was in the middle of it, was still not in a hurry to unravel the enchantment.

The entire barrier was filled with a bloody stench that was disgusting.

And the face sarcoma has arrived, and it's time for the dragon lockers to retreat.

However, Miao Yu and Long Gu, who had already appeared, did not leave for a long time. They all stood still, silently staring at the corpse of their host, lying in a pool of blood.

The corpse was covered in wounds, and a few shocking drops of blood fell on its face, which dotted its long hairy face. But this cheek has now become completely serene.

On the corpse, the wounds that were still bleeding, and the broken meridians could be clearly seen, and they jumped out of the wounds, gradually stopped beating and quieted down.

Because the sarcoma of the human face was peeled off, the soul that had been torn apart turned into a little fragment of the spirit body that had become formless, and from the bleeding wound of the hand, it rose and soared into the air.

The originally bright fragments of the spirit became more and more dim as they rose, and in an instant, they became one with the darkness.

After the last fragment of the spirit rose into the air, the corpse stopped bleeding.

It has no blood to shed.

Wisps of tangible, incorporeal, spirit-like vines slowly squeezed out of the wounds on his body, little by little, and then grew when they saw the wind.

Soon, the entire corpse was entangled in these dense vines. After the vines wrapped around the corpse, they writhed slowly, as if they wanted to wrap the corpse tighter and tighter.

At the same time, the azure vines sucked up the last bit of spirit and life force in the corpse.

Long Gu was surprised, and a flash came to Miaoyu, who was also shocked, and exclaimed vigilantly: "Uncle Shi, what is this?" ”。

At the same time, Long Gu also noticed that the evil qi and demonic qi remaining in the corpse were also sucked by those vines like a long whale, and they were all sucked up in a blink of an eye.

"Pure flowers." The well-informed Miao Yu stared at the vines on the corpse and replied, "They will appear in places where there are sins and evil thoughts in the world, digest and absorb evil thoughts and evil thoughts, and slowly purify these negative energies. ”。

As he spoke, he clenched his fists and pinched his five fingers hard, and his eyes flashed with anger.

Among the ancient plant books left by the ancestors of the dragon lockers, there is a large space about this strange flower. It is rumored that this formless and disembodied strange flower comes from the junction of yin and yang, and can freely shuttle between these two worlds, devouring some negative energy in the world.

And ordinary people can't see its existence with the naked eye; However, the eyesight that the dragon lockers gained after cultivating their supernatural powers can clearly see this strange flower.

Moreover, it is not the first time that Miao Yu has seen this thing. Hundreds of years ago, she had seen the appearance of pure flowers a few times, and she had also seen the degeneration of this strange flower, how terrible it was.

So, now Miao Yu can not only tell at a glance what kind of plant it is, but also know what is about to happen.

"Jinghua, if you really have a heart, why don't you devour the evil in this innocent person before he dies." At the same time, Long Gu, who was in tears, shouted at the wonderful vines that wrapped the corpse, "Why do you want him to suffer until he dies. ”。

There was also anger, incomprehension, and more helplessness in the shouting.

Long Gu could hear any of the host's previous thoughts, and she knew better than anyone else the pain of that host's torture by the sarcoma of the human face. and how to be strong, maintain the last shred of sanity, and not be manipulated by human face sarcoma to go down the mountain to kill people.

Long Gu saw a strong soul, and also saw an ordinary person who was forced to live a miserable life.

This made Long Gu even more sad and angry.

Unable to bear her grief and indignation, she took a step forward, wanting to further question the strange flower.

Under the grief and indignation, Long Gu naively thought that if Jinghua appeared quickly, maybe the host would have already ended the previous pain and misery, returned to normal, and went to live an ordinary life again.

When Long Gu thought about it, she also hated the pure flower.

But how did Long Gu know that although this pure flower can purify negative energy, it is not a good thing. It will only appear in places where there is not a lot of negative energy such as evil, constantly devouring evil, and finally degenerate into evil itself.

And this is the enchantment of the dragon locker, and it can actually bloom a net flower, which is a detail that Long Gu didn't expect and ignored.

Only Miao Yu noticed this, so Miao Yu would be angry.

Miao Yu is expected to be that someone has planted the seed of pure flowers in the host. Once someone plots against the host, or like Miao Yu tonight, they get a face sarcoma.

As soon as the host dies, the evil qi in the body gets out of control and overflows and wanders, activating the pure flower seed that has been dormant for many years.

After devouring the negative energy remaining in the host's corpse, the Pure Flower will then degenerate and become bloodthirsty and murderous.

If they are not careful, Miaoyu and they are really going to die in this dark cave.

Fortunately, Miaoyu did not turn the corpse in advance, and a few wisps of true qi from Miaoyu dissolved the evil qi in some of the hosts, which slowed down the growth rate of the pure flower; It's really a thrill.

And the person who implants the net flower in the host body is definitely the immortal dao implanted with the sarcoma of the human face.

Before she could take the second step, she was stopped by Miao Yu raising her hand: "Jinghua is eating, you'd better not get close to it, otherwise it will involuntarily say that it will treat you as food." ”。

"Eating?" Long Gu, who was still crying, looked at Miaoyu, but slowly stopped her tears.

In the darkness, she also saw Miao Yu's face that had recovered to its original state, so calm that there was no trace of other emotions.

At the same time, Long Gu also noticed that in the air around her, the corpse qi was rapidly decreasing.

The smell of blood also began to fade slowly from the previous strongness.

When I turned my head again, I saw that under the pure flower vine not far away, the pool of blood was gone. The vines were still wriggling, but each one seemed to have grown a lot thicker.

What used to be a clear blue color has been transformed into jet black. Between the branches and leaves, black flower bones grow rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Then, at a speed visible to the naked eye, the petals quickly unfolded and bloomed little by little.

"If the net flower doesn't seal it, it won't disappear automatically. But once it absorbs a lot of negative energy, and it doesn't have time to digest it, it will also become depraved and bloodthirsty. After some explanation, Miao Yu put her hands across her chest, pinched out a trick, and said to Long Gu: "Stand behind me." ”。

As soon as the words fell, there were more than a dozen rune papers in her sleeves, which spun and flew out, bringing a gust of breeze and heading straight for the pure flower......

After nightfall, the Nanjiao field was quiet.

During the day, people came and went, and they were gone. All that remained was the sound of the night breeze blowing back and forth through the empty South Church.

In the quiet Nanjiao field, there was no more drama of looting property in the dark and windy nights tonight, but it was peaceful.

Almost all of the snitches entrenched here didn't go outside tonight.

The hazy moonlight poured on the empty teaching ground, and it seemed a little lonely.

And the snitches who are in charge of guarding are also shrunk into the shadows, and they will not show their heads or show their figures.

The night wind whistled and blew, raising the dust and sand particles on the teaching ground, rolling them up and crashing into the tall city wall that stood in the moonlight not far away.

At the southern edge of the teaching ground, there was a small courtyard with a fence enclosing the courtyard wall, and in the east room, a fire had been lit. Wisps of smoke rose from the chimney of the stove.

On the edge of the stove, a seventeen or eighteen-year-old snitch, shirtless, struggled to pull the bellows.

The sound of whirring bellows echoed in the room that was baked hot by the fire.

The little snitch pulling the bellows was dripping with sweat all over his body. From time to time, he held a towel hanging around his neck and wiped the beads of sweat that slowly left on his cheeks.

There were a few other snitches in the house, who were melting the brass they had stolen from all over the city into a furnace made of clay.

Some of the brass appliqués have been replaced by gold on the windows of the city's homes, some are the nails and knockers on the doors of large households, and some are statues of Buddha and gods such as Guanyin.

And then there are some small things like thimbles.

Although copper ore is produced in central Yunnan, the snitches do not know how to smelt, and they also specialize in the industry, so they do not know how to mine copper ore. Naturally, it can only be used to melt some copper that has become an object to obtain copper water.

And they want this copper water, which is to be used in the plan to help the dragon lock people steal beams and change pillars.

"Little persimmon, don't pull the bellows, can you go and see if Huang Yan's drawings are ready?" After a while, a slender man in the room, with ten fingers slightly longer than ordinary people, said to the little snitch who pulled the bellows, while sorting out some tools for carving and making molds.

I have to say that these snitches are indeed more efficient than the provincial government officials in the city.

It's only been a day, and they have worked together, division of labor, and have already done most of the things that Mu Qingming and them have explained.

The next thing is how to steal the beams and change the pillars, so as to confuse the real with the fake.

If it goes well, the goods that the people need will be able to get after three or five days.

The little snitch, who was called the little persimmon, stopped, stood up in response, wiped all the hot sweat off his body with a towel, grabbed the sleeveless coat hanging on the pillar at hand, put it on, and went out.

When he went out, he turned a corner and went to a small lighted bungalow not far away.

Around the door of the small bungalow, there are already artemisia grasses, and the artemisia grass is swaying under the night wind; And Huang Yan lives in this bungalow by himself.

The little persimmon came to the door and stood still, raised his hand and knocked on the door gently, and at the same time reported to himself at the door, saying: "Huang Ye, it's me, little persimmon." ”。

As soon as the words landed, Huang Yan's voice came from behind the door: "The door is not locked, come in." ”。

The night breeze blew behind the little persimmon, and the little persimmon raised his hand to push open the door of the house and went into the house.

There are two compartments in the middle of the house, the largest of which is just behind the door. Under the light, this relatively spacious room is crowded and cramped with all kinds of carpentry tools, bookshelves, desks and other things.

In the middle of the clutter is a large square table. At this moment, Huang Yan put a pen, ink, paper, and inkstone on the table, and spread out a piece of white paper that was more than a foot straight.

And on that blank paper, Huang Yan's long pen has already outlined countless fluent lines. And these straight or curved, or curved or arc lines, are connected together, forming a four-cornered moire as a decoration, the central eight-leaf lotus, sitting down eight Rulai, and the middle of the big day Rulai sitting alone.

Under the pedestal of the ancient tower in Naguandu, the top of the cross coupon cave is decorated, and the appearance is exactly the same, not bad at all.

This is the snitch Huang Yan's excellence, what kind of building and building decoration, as long as he can take a closer look, not only can he visually measure the size and specifications that are almost exactly the same, but also reflect the appearance in his mind for a while.

During this time, he was able to draw all of them from memory alone.

Moreover, the painting is exactly the same as the real thing.

This outstanding feature made him quickly reused in this group of snitches. After all, what this gang of snitches are good at is stealing the sky and changing the day, transferring flowers and trees, and it is indispensable to ask Huang Yan to draw the target item first, and then they will fake it according to the map, and then use the fake to confuse the real one, and exchange a tanuki for the prince.

And Huang Yan's unique work can make the little persimmon look at it with interest and excitement every time, and he wants to learn from Huang Yan.

But I begged Huang Yan more than once, but the other party never agreed.

Today, when I see the boxy white paper again, the exquisite composition is so lifelike, and I feel that I am about to come out, and the little persimmon can see it with straight eyes.

The big day on the picture seems to be alive. Even if the big day is just sitting quietly on the paper, there is also a treasure **, and the expression is also **solemn, which makes people awe at a glance.

And Huang Yan has also marked many small characters on the edge of the pattern, all of which are the dimensions and specifications of each place in this pattern.

And it is marked in great detail; The little persimmon glanced at it and saw that the length and length of the statue were all written on the paper.

Even the gap between the eight-leaf lotus flowers is clearly marked.

With such detail, it's no wonder that these snitches are able to make enough to replace the real thing with a fake fake.

"Your master asked you to bring the drawings, right?" Huang Yan, who put down the long pen, raised his eyes to look at the little persimmon.

The gaze was calm and bland, without the slightest hint of inquiry; It can be seen that Huang Yan already knows the purpose of the little persimmon here.

The little persimmon nodded, mumbled in his mouth, and moved his curious and excited gaze to the drawing on the table in front of him.

"Take it, tell Master, it's just the front pattern." Saying this, Huang Yan picked up the teacup at hand, scraped the tea powder aside with the lid of the cup, and took a sip: "On the back, I have to wait until tomorrow night, when the eldest brother goes to the copper plate in person, I will take a look at the appearance of the copper plate, and then I can draw it for you." ”。

And according to the dragon locker, the goods are behind the copper plate. However, the snitches plan to steal the ornament that hides the treasure cave as well.

As for the drawing on the table in front of Huang Yan now, the ink on the paper patterns and annotations have dried, but the little persimmon who answered the sound picked up the drawing, but he still didn't dare to fold or roll it up.

This drawing is the only one, and there is no second. If it is accidentally ruined, Huang Yan will have to paint another night.

The cautious little persimmon, after saying goodbye to Huang Yan, also went out cautiously. The hands were lifted without being rolled up or folded, so they were lifted in their hands, and the drawings that were unfolded did not dare to be careless, and tried to walk away from the night wind.

It seems that he was afraid of the night wind and blew the drawings in his hand open.

It's always been careful, careful, very cautious.

The distance between these two rooms was originally only a hundred steps, but the little persimmon walked for a long time before slowly returning to the hot house with the heated air and the stove.

Then, he carefully spread the drawings in his hand to the square table in the middle of the room, away from the stove.

The master of the little persimmon, the slender snitch in this room came over with a hand-held pot, just glanced at the drawings on the table, and couldn't help but be amazed: "Huang Yan's Luban Gong is getting more and more sophisticated." Such a complex pattern can also be drawn in such detail. ”。

After finishing speaking, the snitch handed the pot in his hand to the small persimmon that had placed the paperweight on the side and pressed the corners of the drawings, leaned down slightly, took it seriously, and looked at the drawings carefully.

The little persimmon, who was very eye-catching, hurriedly put the pot aside, took the oil lamp, held the lamp in one hand, and held it by the lamp with the other, and slowly moved the oil lamp in his hand with the eyes of the old snitch of the master, so that his master could see the drawings in more detail.

"Judging from the drawings, this is a big Buddha made in the late Ming Dynasty." The eyes of the old snitch looked carefully around the big day on the drawing for a long time, and said to the little persimmon leisurely: "From the middle of the Ming Dynasty to the end of the Ming Dynasty, the big Buddha in most areas of central Yunnan is the same as the Central Plains, majestic and simple, grandiose, and makes people feel awe-inspiring at a glance. But as long as you don't look directly into his eyes, it makes people feel amiable and respectable. However, with a slightly tantric image, I am afraid that it is because of the long-standing trade between central Yunnan and Tibet. ”。

This can be regarded as passing on some art and knowledge to the little persimmon.

The Snitch has done it to the point where they are proficient, and it is also amazing. If they hadn't all gone down the wrong path, this group of snitches would definitely have been able to make a name for themselves in a certain industry and industry.

The little persimmon listened carefully, and just as he was already in his trance, his master suddenly straightened up.

The little persimmon hurriedly repeated Huang Yan's confession: "Master, Huang Ye said, this is just a positive drawing." As for the back one, we will have to wait for tomorrow night, when he goes with the eldest master to get what his employer needs, and then he can draw it for us again. ”。

Although he did not explain it word for word according to Huang Yan's original words, he also explained the reason clearly.

The little persimmon's master nodded, and said to the subordinates on the side: "Brothers, tonight is not only gold, come here, make the front mold of this thing according to the drawings, and do it exactly right." The statue in the middle was carved by myself. ”。

As soon as he had finished speaking, the other thieves in the house stopped what they were doing, and without any objection, gathered around, and looked at the detailed drawings on the table.

The old snitch stepped aside, picked up his hand pot, took another sip of warm tea, smacked his lips, and said to the little persimmon beside him: "You come to make Buddha's eyes, mouth, and nose according to the drawings." ”。

After the little persimmon was stunned for a moment, he asked happily: "Really?" Master, don't you want me to do it? ”。

He knew that this was his master's affirmation of his recent progress in skills, and his heart suddenly rose with joy, and his eyebrows suddenly rose with joy.

The old snitch glanced at the little persimmon and dropped a sentence: "If you don't want to, forget it." ”。

After saying that, he put down the handpot, returned to the table again, and looked at the drawings on the table.

And the watchdog of the Immortal Dao was on the roof, and he had already read and heard their every word and deed, and he understood it.

Will the Snitch's plan be successfully completed? Want to know what's next? Let's listen to the next breakdown.