[The book continues from the above, and when the last book said that Mu Qingming and Tie Hua discussed the matter of replacing the fake drum with the real drum, they noticed that there was Buddha qi wandering in the alley outside the door. It turned out that recently, Tanhua Temple has been sending people to investigate Mu Qingming in secret. But Mu Qingming didn't care and didn't plan to care about it. And the monks of Tanhua Temple, who left from Shala Lane, returned to the temple and told the abbot of Yingkong about the situation of the Mu family's courtyard, and the abbot of Yingkong felt that the enchantment of the Mu family's courtyard seemed to be laid by the dragon locker, so he decided to continue to investigate the details of Mu Qingming. After thinking about it, the abbot of Yingkong still felt that in order not to wronged a good person, he would first visit Mu Qingming in person before making a plan. In the coffin on Shizhai Mountain, the silver nail pulled out the poisonous gas, and the two tomb robbers finally escaped death, there was no danger under the starlight, but the old thief's heart was full of confusion. 】

In the sky at night, the cold stars are shining and shining.

The sound of insects chirping outside the meditation room echoed leisurely. The night breeze blows through the temple, and the swaying flowers and plants exude the fragrance of grass and trees. Buddhism is a pure place, and it is even quieter at night.

Except for the sound of insects and the wind, all that remained was the rustle of the grass and trees, and the bells hanging high on the cornices and corners of those halls, and the melodious bells emitted by the night wind.

A gust of night wind rushed to the abbot's meditation room, quietly entering along the crack in the door, and the candle flame on the desk gently shook from side to side, bringing a shaking shadow on the abbot's face in a flash.

"Wait." A moment ago, he made up his mind to carefully investigate Mu Qingming's abbot in the sky, and after thinking for a while, he raised his head, stared intently at the junior brother opposite him, and asked: "Senior brother, when you were following Mu Qingming, did you find that this person had evil qi exposed?" ”。

Now the abbot of Yingkong still remembers vividly, after the night when his junior brother was attacked, the faint evil qi that gradually dissipated in the remaining flower fields, and those evil qi was extremely vicious, so that the broken branches and broken trees of the grass and trees lying on the ground were mostly rotten after the night, and became piles of disgusting foul-smelling stagnant water, scattered in the soil.

If Mu Qingming was the one who hurt his junior brother, there would always be evil qi overflowing from his body.

As soon as these words came out, a pair of delicate long eyebrows slowly wrinkled on Yingzheng's white face on the opposite side, and a confused look gradually appeared on his face and eyes.

The abbot of Yingkong was in the firelight, looking at his junior brother, only to see that the white-faced monk was thinking, and suddenly his brows were twisted into a pimple, and he took a breath in his mouth and made a "hiss" sound.

After being reminded by the abbot of Yingkong, Yingzheng immediately recalled the evil qi left behind the temple and in the flower field, and he also remembered those evil qi vividly. At this time, recalling the unforgettable evil aura, a confusion that had been hovering in his heart before was also aroused again.

Ying Zheng gasped for air in his mouth, and then frowned and whispered, "That's not it, and it's also the strangest thing I think." In the past few months, I have followed this young master Mu no less than ten times, but every time I secretly stalked him, I didn't notice the slightest evil aura in his body. ”。

"But it is very strange that there is a qi in his body, which can actually balance the five elements of yin and yang, so that they complement each other and generate each other." After a pause, Yingzheng said again. Hearing this, even the abbot of Yingkong frowned and twisted into a pimple.

In this way, in their eyes, Mu Qingming did not look like a person who attacked the leper monk. After all, there was no evil qi in the other party's body, and the leper monk was obviously injured by the evil magic cast by the evil qi.

Therefore, the wounds on the body of the leper monk also left a little evil qi more or less, which is exactly the same as the evil qi remaining in a messy flower field.

And the monks of their Tanhua Temple don't know much about the dragon lockers, and they don't know much about Mu Qingming, so they can't determine whether Mu Qingming is a dragon locker. There was too much uncertainty, and when his junior brother Ying was secretly snooping in the city many times, and when he followed Mu Qingming, in addition to finding that this person's family was a little strange, not only did he live in the famous ghost alley in the city, but he also had a powerful enchantment at home, and he didn't find any evidence to prove that Mu Qingming was an evil person. But these don't mean that Mu Qingming is the one who hurt his junior brother and the leper monk.

Thinking of this, Abbot Yingkong suddenly felt that this matter really couldn't be too hasty, although they had secretly investigated Mu Qingming for several months, they still had to think twice about this matter.

The dignified Tanhua Temple, a century-old ancient temple, will never let go of any evil sect crooked ways, and murderers who deliberately hurt their disciples, but they will not wronged any good people.

Rather kill the wrong than let go, this is not a move that their compassionate Buddhist disciples would do.

"Senior brother, send someone to help me send a greeting post to the small courtyard of the Mu family in Shala Lane, I want to visit this Young Master Mu in person, and then see if I want to continue to secretly investigate his details." In the end, the abbot of Yingkong still made such a decision.

And Yingzheng, who was also a lot calmer, after thinking about it for a while, turned his head and agreed with the words of the abbot of Yingkong.

It's not that he no longer suspects Mu Qingming, it's just that Mu Qingming, who is gentle and elegant, doesn't look like an evil person no matter how he looks at it. And he has never seen an evil person who has no evil spirit and malice in his body......

The lake wind was strong and powerful, and after blowing the water surface of Dianchi Lake, it let out an angry roar like a tiger going down the mountain, and headed towards the Shizhai Mountain that stood on the edge of Dianchi Lake.

The grass on the mountain is crooked in the wind, but the bare rocks in the mountain stand still. No matter how strong the wind blows, it will only smooth out some of their edges and corners after many years.

On the top of the mountain, in the pit dug by the tomb robbers, a silver nail on the corpse was pulled up by the thief under the exclamation of the old thief, and the corpse immediately decomposed. At the same time, the ancient corpse also suddenly glared and opened its mouth, as if it had suddenly woken up in a dream. And among his seven orifices, there was also a steady stream of black qi rising.

The black gas was like billowing smoke, black and black like black ink, with bursts of fishy and unpleasant smell. Seeing this, the old thief quickly stood up and stepped over the corpse. Quick-eyed, he leaped to the stunned thief and tore him up by the collar as he reached out and grabbed him by the collar, and then leaped to his tiptoe and went out of the coffin.

The thin old man looked skinny and bony, and he had a thousand pounds of strength in his hands, and the thief was suddenly lifted up from the coffin by him like an eagle twisting a chicken.

The next second later, the old and young thieves had already risen from the pit, and after crossing an arc in mid-air, they fell into the grass about three or five feet away from the pit.

The old thief loosened his fingers a second before he landed, so that the thief fell firmly and ate. But when he landed, he took advantage of his strength to do a somersault and roll out. It didn't hurt at all.

It is said that there is a pit father's son, but the uncle of the pit nephew is really rare, but this old thief is one of them.

But fortunately, although he pit his nephew when he landed, he also let his nephew survive. Except for a few minor abrasions on his face and body, there was nothing.

In the dirt pit not far away, black gas was still rising, drifting towards the sky. Blown by the night wind, thinking about the surrounding overflow. Everywhere they went, all the plants and trees withered, and by the night wind, they became piles of black ash scattered on the ground.

The little thief, who grinned in pain, turned over and sat up, and saw the grass a foot away in front of him, withering and scattering into ash in front of his eyes in the starlight.

The black gas was obviously poisonous, and it was extremely vicious, so frightened that when the thief threw the silver nail in his hand, he kicked his leg backwards, and in an instant withdrew three feet.

The old thief, who had already gotten up, was also calm. Looking at the withered grass a few feet away, he slowly patted off the grass and soil stained on his clothes and pants, and said unhurriedly: "How many times have I warned you, don't move before opening the coffin, you just don't listen." ”。

The little thief was already frightened, and his back was cold, and he could still hear what the old thief said, and only the sound of his more and more anxious heartbeat was left in his ears. The thief light that flickered in his eyes before had now become a frightened gaze.

Fortunately, the amount of black gas was not large, but it could cause damage to the grass and trees within three or five feet around the pit. Before it spread, the two tomb robbers who had withdrawn from seven or eight feet away had already disappeared.

Otherwise, this little thief will have to die in terror.

"Let you read more books on weekdays, you are too troublesome, and you will suffer a loss today. Did you know that the Dian people have the habit of injecting poison into the corpse? After the old thief slapped the grass and mud on his body, he chattered to the thief: "Sometimes, in order to prevent us, the Dian people will pour poisonous insect venom into the belly of the corpse, and nail seven nails to the chest as bait. Years of corpse gas eroded the venom, allowing the venom to sink into the corpse qi. As soon as the silver nail is pulled, the corpse will stare and open its mouth, and the poisonous corpse gas will leak out. ”。

"Good thing, it's not in a tomb." Finally, the old thief took a step forward, stood beside the thief who was still sitting on the ground, and said, "The poisonous corpse gas leaks out so fast that I will definitely die, and I don't even have a place to escape." ”。

The thief, who had already come to his senses, raised his hand to wipe the beads of sweat on his face, and said cheekily: "If you don't die in a big disaster, there will be a blessing in the future, uncle, don't be angry, I'll read this book when I go back." But I see that those nails are made of pure yin, and each one is not small, a full seven, and it seems that it can be sold for a lot of money. ”。

After all, he is not the first day of entering the industry, and he has experienced a lot of sinister things in this tomb, and he has seen a lot of strange and grotesque things. Although Fang was a little frightened by the poisonous gas, he saw that the amount of poisonous gas was small and did not hurt them, and then it disappeared, so he became bold again.

"You know the money!" When the old thief heard the thief's words, he couldn't get angry, but he still couldn't help but raise his hand and hit the back of the thief's head, raised his eyes to look at the dirt pit in front of him, and when he paused, his eyes narrowed, and he said: "It's not just seven, but there are only seven of them you see, and there should be thirty-six such nails buried in this corpse." Only by beating thirty-six of these silver nails in the dead corpse can we ensure that the poisonous gas in his body will not leak out, and that he will die without decay. ”。

When the words landed, the old thief had already reached out and pulled the thief on the ground up.

"Uncle." The thief patted the dust off his body and asked, "I think I know this thing very well when I hear you, have you seen it before?" What is this silver nail called? ”。

"I've seen it, and it's like this, and the poison gas leaks out." The old thief frowned, then stared at the other side of the pit, and his eyes were puzzled: "But I don't know what this nail is called, but I heard the elders mention that it is used to prevent embalming and hinder the poisonous gas in the corpse, and the premise is leaked." ”。

Why is the old thief suspicious? What is the confusion again? Find out what happens next, and listen to the next breakdown.