[The book continues from the above, and the last book said that although Tie Hua didn't know what Hongyu wanted the Buddha bones to do, in order to thank her for her help, he still promised to get a quick Buddha bone for Hongyu. And the old disciple of Changshengdao who secretly worked for Liu Yang, after receiving the order to find the native, he couldn't find the natives for a while, so he had to kidnap a person with a special physique who could be made into a native, put it in a sack and carried it to the West Mountain to prepare to bury this person alive, and then made a native, and handed it to Liu Yang. The kidnapped person who was brought out could not escape and was buried alive in the soil by the Immortal Taoists. And Mu Qingming under the mountain, under the leadership of the abbot of Yingkong, came to the flower garden behind Tanhua Temple, looking for all traces that could be found in the leper monk. 】

The mountain wind is howling, and the grass and trees are swaying. The canopy above the old man's head swayed a few times, and in the rustling sound, a few fallen leaves fell from the air like a kite with a broken string to the left and right.

One of the fallen leaves fell impartially on the hand of the yellow-clothed disciple, who was about to open the rope.

The leaves stopped at his tiger's mouth, covering the wrinkled tiger's mouth on his hand.

The old man had already grabbed the pocket with both hands, and tied the rope at the mouth of the bag, but suddenly stopped at the moment when the fallen leaves fell on his hand, and after thinking about it carefully, he tightened the pocket before letting go, and said to himself in his mouth: "I think it's better to forget it, it doesn't matter if this pocket is untied or not." Anyway, if I bury you, you will also become a native of the earth, and you don't have to care about these details. ”。

After that, the old man in yellow stretched his hand behind his waist and straightened his waist.

The leaf on the tiger's mouth naturally slipped to the ground at his feet, and was blown up by the wind and drifted into the distance.

After groping with his hands behind his waist, the old man took out two things like iron cones.

In the darkness, I couldn't see what was on the iron cone, I could only see that this thing was about a foot long, and after being held tightly in the old man's hand, only the sharp tip of the cold light was revealed.

In the dark, the old man squatted in front of the sack, and the iron cone he was holding suddenly stabbed at the sack.

The wind rose again, and the blood dispersed. The iron cone easily cut through the sack and stabbed into the body of the man in the sack. Streams of blood then overflowed from the sacks, and soon stained the sacks around them red.

The old man then abandoned his hands, picked up the sack and walked to the edge of the pit, and without hesitation, threw the sack head down into the pit.

After a muffled "bang", the sack and the person in the sack fell heavily on the ore in the sack. Still in a head-down, foot-up position. The whole sack and the people in the sack, their heads stuck in the loose ore.

The old man walked aside without saying a word, and with the prepared tools, he sent the ore piled around him into the pit one by one. In the silent mountain forest, there is a muffled sound of ore colliding, one after another.

After half an hour, the sacks in the pit were already tightly covered with an endless number of ores of all sizes. The ore pile is almost enough to fill the entire deep pit.

Now, it is impossible for the person in the pit to escape alive. Only then did the old man in yellow put down his tools, sat on the ground and took a few breaths.

This is a personal effort, even if he is an evil person who does not use evil qi to do this, he will never do it without effort. It wasn't until a moment later, when he was panting, that he found that not only were fine beads of sweat on his face and forehead, but even the cuffs and placket of his clothes had been soaked with sweat.

The old man didn't care about this, stood up and walked to the edge of the deep pit, and took out a few square jade plaques from his arms, all of which were the size of a palm, and both sides of the square were engraved with a lot of strange immortal Dao evil texts, which were very dense, almost all over the entire jade plaque.

The old man held the jade plaque in his hand, slowly paced around the edge of the deep pit, and inserted the jade plaques into the ore in the pit and scattered them in all directions.

When everything was done, he walked back to the shovel. The old man with the shovel in his hand didn't say a word, and began to shovel the soil, using a shovel of clods of soil to fill up the whole pit little by little.

In the dark night forest, the night wind howled from time to time, and the rustling sound of shoveling and filling the soil echoed incessantly in the night, intertwined with the sound of the mountain wind passing through the forest.

After a long time, the old man had almost filled the pit and burrowed into the nearby bushes. After a while, he came out with a dwarf bush in his hand, and carefully planted the plants on the dirt pit.

I went and dug up some grass of all kinds and some bryophytes and planted them near these two dwarf shrubs. It looks as if this pit is being camouflaged.

After all that night, the old man who breathed a sigh of relief stood up straight, put away his tools and walked towards his dwelling in the dark.

The jade plaque buried in the ore in the soil flashed a faint red light in the boundless darkness, and wisps of corpse qi that could not be seen by the flesh were sucked by them little by little, and then penetrated into the body of the person in the ore and sack......

In the quiet Tanhua Temple, the fragrance of plants and trees overflows with the wind, refreshing people's hearts. The hall is full of treasures, and the Buddha statue decorated with brocade is still **solemn.

Except for the novice who was on duty at night, almost all the other monks had already fallen asleep. The temple is more peaceful than during the day, and there is peace everywhere.

Among the faintly fragrant flowers and plants, the abbot of Yingkong held a lone lamp in his hand, and stood sideways by the wick with the other hand, shielding it from the wind.

According to Mu Qingming's request, the abbot of Yingkong took Mu Qingming's master and apprentice out of the meditation room and walked towards the back of the temple. After passing through a rockery pavilion and a forest of flowers and bamboos, they went out through the inconspicuous back door behind the grass and trees and came to the mountain forest behind the temple.

The neighborhood is still as quiet as before, with towering trees standing on the hillside, and grass and flowers under the trees.

The group of three walked in the forest for only a moment, and then came to the edge of the flower field surrounded by grass and trees.

On the flat land carved out among the trees, all kinds of flowers and plants are still neatly planted. Peony and spring orchid, snow orchid and tiger head orchid, Burmese osmanthus and weeping silk sea hall are all available, and the gorgeous and colorful famous flowers and trees are gently swaying in the wind at night.

After the last attack, the leper monk who escaped death took great pains to take care of this once messy flower field again, planting more flowers and plants than before, and cooking more diligently than before.

And on the edge of the flower field, the small thatched hut where the leper monk rested was still in place, unchanged, without the slightest change.

Like the plants and trees in the flower fields, there is no trace of destruction.

Mu Qingming followed the abbot of Yingkong through the flower field, and after his fingers swiped the tips of the leaves of each plant and tree he passed, he could more or less perceive the faint yin and evil aura that remained on the branches and leaves.

These evil spirits are very faint, so faint that they are almost imperceptible. If it weren't for the last battle with Emperor Heli, Mu Qing's demonic qi would have been blessed by misfortune, and without Miaotian's keen perception, he might not have been able to detect the evil qi.

In this flower field, there are no traces except for the seemingly non-existent traces of evil spirit. As the abbot of Yingkong said, there was no trace of destruction, the grass and trees were still luxuriant, and there was not even the slightest obvious trace of the spell.

Ah Hong, who was following behind Mu Qingming, couldn't see anything. Like the abbot of Yingkong, he only saw the lush grass and trees in front of him, and knew nothing else.

That's why I was so confused, looking around at everything around me, with a puzzled look on my face.

"Master, can anyone really disappear out of thin air?" After not walking a few steps, Ah Hong asked curiously: "I mean, it's the kind that inexplicably doesn't see people dead or corpses, and they don't leave with magic." ”。

"There are no wonders in the world." Mu Qingming saw through it and didn't say it, where is this kind of strange event that disappeared out of thin air, and it is the evil people of the Immortal Dao who are doing it.

The reason why he didn't say it was because not far in front of him, there was an abbot who didn't know anything. Now is not the time to say it, otherwise, with the brotherly relationship between the old abbot and the leper monk, he will inevitably find the immortal path to settle accounts.

But his Dharma and Taoism are not as advanced as the ghost city lords. Once it is said, it is to send the abbot to death. Mu Qingming wouldn't let such a thing happen.

But because of this, although Mu Qingming's face was flat, anger rose in his chest.

Immortal Dao, a cult that is so bad, if he doesn't uproot it in his hands and completely eradicate it, he will write it upside down in the future.

But now that his plans are all disrupted, the only thing to do is to find the leper monk as soon as possible. Mu Qingming knew that the Immortal Dao had come from the evil qi that remained in the flower field, and he also guessed that the leper monk had always been related to it. But if he wanted to know where the Immortal Dao had taken him away, Mu Qingming could only start from the place where he disappeared, the flower field behind the temple.

He secretly thought about ways and countermeasures, and before he knew it, he had followed the abbot of Yingkong and walked to the thatched hut of the leper monk and stood still.

The thatched hut of this leper monk was simple, with adobe walls on all sides, and the beams were covered with yellow straw. A simple rectangular wooden door is flanked by a window, which is as closed as the door.

Next to the door stood hoes, rakes and other tools for tending to flowers and plants, as well as several buckets and scoops made of gourds. The bucket had a lid on it, and a foul smell was wafting out of the cracks. It looks like it's a bucket with fertilizer.

Taking advantage of the gap when the abbot took out the key, Mu Qing silently walked to the windowsill, carefully observing everything on the windowsill in the dark, except for a few pumpkins and a bowl, there was nothing else here.

There were no signs of damage to the window paper.

"Master." Ah Hong, who saw all this in his eyes, leaned over and asked, "What are you looking at?" ”。

"See if there are any footprints." Mu Qingming pointed to the windowsill and said to his apprentice Ah Hongwei: "You see, the pumpkins here are surrounded by dust, but there are no footprints, not to mention, and there are no traces of movement and destruction of the melons and bowls, and the window paper is also intact, indicating that no one has broken the window from here." ”。

"Oh." Ah Hong replied with a long voice, remembering it.

"In other words, everyone has been here......" Ah Hong then thought for a while, and said thoughtfully: "At least the people who came didn't enter the house from here?" ”。

"Yes." Mu Qingming said this, his fingertips inadvertently swept over the window paper, and he sensed the faint evil aura remaining on it, and frowned.

The evil aura that remains here is the same as that in the grass and trees, and it is also vague and faint. But there are many evil spirits scattered around this area, and all these are traces of someone who has performed magic here.

At the same time, the abbot of Yingkong also opened the door of the house.

What clues can Mu Qingming find from these traces? Want to know what's next? Let's listen to the next breakdown.