[The book continues from the above, and the last book said that Mu Qingming returned to the Mu family's courtyard and informed Mo Han that he had found Ye Qi'er. The two of them made preparations, and quietly sneaked out of the city at night and rushed to Tanhua Temple. Mo Han was wondering if Mu Qingming's information was wrong, and among the flowers and plants behind the temple, he saw a night cry being raised, and was being driven by the owner to prune the flowers and plants. led out Liu Yang to set off the demon wind again, asking the disciples to secretly find the whereabouts of the leper monk. Outside Tanhua Temple, Mu Qingming and Mo Han appeared out, holding the nemesis red paper of Night Cry, and when they were about to catch the ghost, a monk covered in alcohol and full of jawworm jumped out of the grass and trees, blocking between them and Night Cry. 】

The small stone forest in the West Mountain at night, the strange rocks and strange stones on the mountain, if you don't get close, you can only see a vague outline. At first glance, it looks like a hideous monster, standing in the night breeze.

In the Changshengdao stronghold under the small stone forest, it was still as quiet as before. The slight fire swayed, and it was lonely in the long passage.

Most of the immortal Taoists who were lively during the day had already stopped. In this long, empty passageway, it is even more surprisingly quiet.

Under the dim shadow of the oil lamp, the shadows distorted with the slight flickering of the candle flame, which was a bit weird.

In the silence, there was a sudden sound of slow but unhurried footsteps, coming from the entrance, resounding in the dark passage, extremely clear.

The sound of footsteps seemed to be stepping on the sound of dripping water on the top of the dark tunnel. The water droplets fell to the ground, and the sound of footsteps echoed in the dark tunnel.

The voice kept going all the way, slowly walking towards the place where Liu Yang lived.

When I looked away, I saw a young man with a white body, walking slowly in this dark passage. He held a folding fan, his left hand with a sheep fat jade wrench on his thumb behind him, and his right hand held the hem so that the scattered water on the ground would not splash up and get on the hem when he walked.

Look at the appearance of the young man in this vest and gown on his body, with clear eyebrows, round face and square mouth, and between his upright and delicate facial features, there is a faint elegance.

There is also a small top hat with white and black rimmed on his head, this appearance, how can it not be related to the immortal Dao evil person. On the contrary, it is like the son and young master of the family, who is full of poetry and books.

It's just that no matter how good this young man is, his appearance is also a little weird, and there are four black pupils in his eyes, two on the left and right, and they are rare double pupils.

And when the young man appeared in front of Liu Yangshi's room, he saw that when the guards saw the young man, they were first stunned, and then they all showed solemn faces, and respectfully saluted the young man standing in front of the door, and said politely: "I have seen the chief judge." ”。

Obviously, the title of the Grand Judge is not the name of the young man. However, judging from the expressions of the disciples of the Immortal Dao, the status of the person who came to the sect was extraordinary.

"The sect leader has already explained, if you come back, you must inform the sect leader first. Now that you have arrived at the door of the Master's house, ask the Grand Judge to meet the Master himself. Before the young man could say anything, one of the disciples had already straightened up and took the initiative to push open the closed stone door: "Please! ”。

The young man didn't say much, the folding fan in his hand shook and unfolded, crossed the front and back of his chest, and gently swayed forward. What he painted on the folding fan was not landscapes, nor flowers and birds, but a topographical map of the ancient city, which was shaped like Xuanwu, but it was very similar to the pattern of Kunming City under the mountain.

The young man entered the house, and the stone door behind him slowly closed, and when he raised his eyes to look ahead, he saw Liu Yang with a happy face after seeing the stone case.

The young man was startled, his eyes widened with consternation, and the folding fan in his hand stopped.

I haven't seen him for two or three years, this Liu Yang has changed greatly, and he is no longer the appearance in the memory of his youth. In astonishment, he couldn't help but open his lips slightly, but he was speechless for a while.

"Senior brother, don't come unharmed." Liu Yang, who was still on the other side, was the first to speak, and said warmly: "Last year, when the Holy Sect's stronghold in Beiping was destroyed by the Dragon Lock in one fell swoop, I thought that you had been arrested or killed, but I didn't expect you to be alive, junior brother. It will be a great calamity, and there will be a blessing in the future. ”。

Liu Yang, who had already gotten up as he spoke, flashed in front of the young man like a ghost. Left behind a fleeting afterimage.

"Senior brother, you, you, how, how did you become what you are now?" The wind suddenly rose, and the young man finally spoke, but he stuttered a little. At the same time, Liu Yang looked up and down, and the consternation in his eyes increased instead of decreasing.

If it weren't for the evil aura in Liu Yang's body, the young man wouldn't have been able to recognize the person in front of him.

"If you want to get power, it's inevitable to give something." After Liu Yang said it lightly, he raised his hand and patted the young man's shoulder heavily, and changed the topic: "Qianqian, the former sectarian, explained your affairs, how did you do?" How did you escape the hunt? You didn't make it clear in the letter, and the harmful senior brother was very worried about you. ”。

"I was in the presidential palace, not in the stronghold. And no matter how the dragon lockers are to the sky with their hands and eyes, a family rule that they cannot meddle in the affairs of mortals can restrain them and make them dare not enter the presidential palace to make trouble. The young man slowly recovered from his astonishment, and said slowly: "And at that time, I didn't act rashly, I didn't leave the house in the presidential palace, and the people who locked the dragon didn't notice the existence of yin and evil in the mansion, so I escaped a catastrophe." ”。

"I see." Liu Yang, who could listen attentively, secretly felt happy when he finished speaking, and after bowing his head slightly, he said: "You survived, even if God helps me." And you're back, presumably the task given to you by the previous sect leader has been completed, has it? ”。

While speaking, Liu Yang was not afraid of the hideous horror of the other party's heavy pupils, and always looked directly into the young man's eyes.

The young man did not disappoint him, nodded affirmatively, and replied softly: "This Yuan Datou is already very ambitious, and I have also secretly bewitched his eldest son Yuan Keding for many days, and the ambitions and selfish desires of their father and son have swelled to the extreme. It won't be long before Yuan Keding's instigation and Yuan Datou's ambition will bring large-scale war to the land of China. As long as there is a war, someone will die. When the time comes, as many corpses as you want, brother, there will be as many corpses as there are. And these corpses are buried in the earth, and they will not be reduced to bones in a short time. In this game, our Holy Sect won. ”。

When he said this in an affirmative tone, the young man was still elegant. This kind of thing of obtaining corpses by provoking wars and disregarding human lives is not at all cared for by this young man.

On the contrary, he felt that he had done an extremely glorious and proud thing, and even his face was filled with pride, and he raised his head slightly, and a smug look appeared between his eyebrows.

"Okay, with you helping me, why worry about the great cause." Liu Yang looked satisfied, turned around on tiptoe, and after standing side by side with the young man, he also put down the sect leader's shelf, made an intimate action of hooking his shoulders and back, and whispered in the young man's ear: "You rest for a few days first, help the senior brother after resting, and find someone secretly." ”。

It can be seen that the relationship between Liu Yang and this young man is really unusual.

It was only before he could say that the young man's curiosity rose and he blurted out, "Who is the person who can make my senior brother open the golden mouth and let me go to find it?" ”。

Liu Yang's eyes narrowed slightly, and he whispered: "A haunting leper monk." ”......

Behind Tanhua Temple, the night cries among the plants and trees were still taking care of the flowers and plants, turning a blind eye to the Mu Qingming couple who had already appeared.

The green leaves in the flowers are verdant, and dozens of begonias among the lush flowers and trees are all competing to bloom under the starlight and moonlight, and the delicate petals are as bright as red glow.

There is a way: Yuantong is humane and cherry blossoms, and I am red with begonias. It is said that the cherry blossoms on the Yuantong Mountain are very famous, and the begonias of this Tanhua Temple are also a must in the temple.

What they saw today, Mu Qingming and Mo Han were eye-opening. The flowers of these dozens of begonias are as bright as red blood.

After a closer look, it turned out that the ghost qi on the bodies of the nine night cries was continuously injected into it. Every time it is injected, the begonia flowers are even more delicate.

The faint moonlight mixed with the faint but not thick ghost aura between the grass and trees, in the eyes of Mu Qingming and his wife, a layer of vague and hazy light was formed, which was sprinkled between the grass and trees, and covered the begonia flowers with a layer of weirdness.

"It's a ghostly flower, and the flowers don't wilt." Mu Qingming whispered this, glanced at his wife Mo Han beside him, and when they exchanged glances, the red paper folded into a tofu block in his hand was already fully unfolded.

Mo Han put his hands across his chest at the same time, his ten fingers changed rapidly, and he pinched out several tricks in a single breath. At the same time, as soon as his right foot was raised, the embroidered shoe fell suddenly after an inch from the ground, trampling on the ground and trembling slightly, and the enchantment of the dragon locker was unfolded. Everything within a radius of tens of zhang was shrouded in enchantment.

This night crying little ghost has a weakness, he is afraid of red paper and red light. If you want to collect this little ghost, ordinary magic weapons may not be useful, only with red paper or red lanterns can you put it into it to suppress.

The red paper unfolded, setting off a gust of wind, blowing the surrounding grass and trees to shake. Under the shadow of the tree, I saw the five elements of gossip drawn with a red pen in the middle of the red paper, and the pattern of the four spirits and stars in the outer ring.

"Look at the nine imps I received, can this begonia still be so beautiful?" Mu Qingming snorted, put the red paper across his chest, and the complex pattern outlined by the red pen on the paper was facing the night cries not far away who didn't know that danger was approaching.

Those night cries were controlled by people with strange arts, and they mechanically repeated the work of taking care of flowers and plants, as for the six senses and five senses, they have long been gone, how can they know that Mu Qingming is not good?

"Amitabha." Just when Mu Qingming was about to concentrate on the spell, among the flowers under the hazy moon shadow, a dull Buddha horn suddenly sounded. Then there was a sonorous and powerful voice, followed by the sound of the Buddha's horn: "What a powerful enchantment, such a ruthless person!" ”。

"An old monk pretending to be a ghost!" Mo Han, who had already sensed that there were outsiders here, was hiding among the flowers, and shouted angrily, raising his eyebrows and shouting: "You are finally willing to show up?" ”。

I saw that before Mo Han's words came out, there was a monk among the begonia flowers, bounced up from the ground with a straight back, brought a strong wind, and rolled up the fallen leaves on the ground, the monk had stood firmly opposite Mu Qingming and his wife, and his back was straight.

Mu Qingming and his wife looked at it intently, only to see that this thin but not short monk was wearing tattered shoes and patched dirty clothes, and a string of polished and reflective Buddha beads hung around his neck. As for his thin cheeks, the top of his bald head, which did not grow a single hair, was covered with dozens of jaundice of different sizes, which actually covered the scars of the Buddhist disciples so that only one or two points could be seen.

Mu Qingming looked closely, and after seeing the ghost qi emanating from the body of the nine night cryers, a few wisps were also connected to this monk, and asked: "Leper monk, do you know that raising this little ghost is not your Buddhism, let alone what a monk should do." ”。

Who is this monk who raises little ghosts? Find out what happens next, and listen to the next breakdown.