[The book continues from the above, and the last book said that the Great Judge of the Immortal Dao braved the rain on the mountain on a rainy night and was ordered to find the soul qi buried in the mountain, but after finding nothing, he did not return to the Immortal Dao stronghold and continued the whereabouts of the final soul qi. With the abbot of Yingkong's apology, there was no longer tension in the small courtyard of the Mu family. After thinking about it for a while, Mu Qing also decided to help Tanhua Temple to find the murderer who hurt the leper monk. Led out Mu Qingming and his disciple Ah Hong, returned to Tanhua Temple with the abbot of Yingkong, and carefully examined the wound of the leper monk, and sure enough, he found the evil qi of the Immortal Dao, which was still remaining on the wound. And the chief judge also looked for a little bit of breath and came to an inconspicuous farmhouse at the foot of Luosi Mountain. 】

In the rain and fog of that night, the wind whistled even louder, like a ghost crying wolf. The wind and rain are tireless, not only does it not go down, but it is a drizzling rain, and it is getting heavier and heavier. Dense raindrops hit the ground, crackling and splashing.

On the eaves of the houses in the city, there is no stop of falling water, and the sound echoes the wind and rain between heaven and earth, all of which are very cheerful.

The inside and outside of the spring city were full of cold and humidity.

There are also different shades of stagnant water all over the ground, and every step you take in the city, you can soak your shoes with water at the slightest accident. And tonight's weather, even the Yunjin Night Market, which used to be lively in the city, has become deserted.

Mu Qingming took Ah Hong, who was carrying the medicine box on his back, followed behind Abbot Yingkong and Yingzheng, and walked slowly towards the outside of the city. In front of outsiders, he couldn't use a magic to teleport over, which made Mu Qingming a little distressed.

Mu Qingming, who has always held the hem in one hand and an oil-paper umbrella in the other, has been a hardship along the way. Especially after leaving the city, the road paved with bluestone slabs is gone, and it is even more difficult to walk on dirt roads.

The dirt road on a rainy day was full of mud, and Mu Qingming's brows were always wrinkled. There was a faint helplessness on his face, hovering between his facial features, and he kept complaining to himself in his heart: "Why don't you come back tomorrow when the rain stops?" ”。

Complaining is complaining, but he still doesn't stop, and follows the abbot of Yingkong all the way to the east of the city, in the direction of Tanhua Temple.

After walking for half an hour, he finally walked to Tanhua Temple, and the soles of Mu Qingming's shoes were already covered with a thick layer of soil. I found a stone on the side of the road in front of the mountain gate, scraped and scraped the soles of my shoes on the not too hard edges and corners of the stones, and my face was helpless, and then gradually faded away, and followed the abbot of Yingkong into the Zen courtyard.

As the abbot came to a secluded place in the depths of the temple, and after entering the abbot's meditation room, Mu Qingming sat down and looked around left and right, took the hot tea offered by the little novice, held it in his hand, and the heat emitted from the cup dispelled the chill and sleepiness in his body little by little.

"Master Mu, there is wind and rain in the middle of the night, and I bother you to run with the old man, but I really don't want to go. Warm up with a cup of hot tea. Sitting opposite him, the abbot of Yingkong, who folded his hands, kept apologetically: "When the body is warmer, the old man will take the donor to see the flower field to see if there are any discoveries and clues." ”。

The heat in the cup rose, the light tea fragrance overflowed, Mu Qingming gently took a sip of fragrant tea, smashed it, shook his head slowly, and said, "Huatian is not in a hurry first; It's been three months, and even if there are any traces and clues, I'm afraid it's not easy to find. What's more, the wind and rain outside this house are urgent and dense, even if any breath is blown away, it is also washed away by the rain. ”。

As he said this, he turned his head to look at the paper window, listening to the sound of wind and rain echoing outside the window away, and secretly wondering about something.

"I'd better take a look at the leper monk first." After finishing his words for a while, Mu Qingming turned his head back again, and after saying this to the abbot of Yingkong, he raised the teacup again and took a leisurely sip of hot tea.

His face was still calm, as if he was full of confidence.

What he said is not unreasonable, it is true that after three months, even if there are no traces, it is better to start from the leper monk's side.

So, the abbot of Yingkong didn't insist and nodded in response.

After Mu Qingming drank the tea leisurely, he walked out of the meditation room with the abbot of Yingkong and went to the room where the leper monk was placed.

The leper monk was placed next to the abbot's meditation room, and the road was not far. It's just that when I saw this leper monk again, Mu Qingming, who was used to seeing strong winds and waves, twitched his eyebrows a few times and jumped.

The leper monk sitting on the bed had a blank face, and his face was bandaged, and his eyes and ears were bandaged. There were still mottled blood stains on the bandage, which were very conspicuous around his eyes and ears.

This alone was not enough to deter Mu Qingming, the key was that he saw the slightly open mouth of the leper monk, and the tip of his tongue had long been gone. Deep between the two rows of teeth, you can only vaguely see the broken tongue, which is only the base of the tongue after the break, and it is squirming slightly. Like a maggot with a severed head, there is an inexplicable fear that emanates from the untidy fracture.

When Mu Qing looked at it, it was this broken tongue that was shocking.

Mu Qingming once saw a painting depicting the tragic state of the hell of pulling out the tongue. Among them, the ghosts whose tongues were plucked out are what the leper monk is now.

And it was so close, at such a close distance, Mu Qingming, who was not good at perception, could clearly perceive that the wounds on the leper monk's body had a vague immortal Dao evil qi. A unique kind of cold and evil aura.

Mu Qingming was stunned for a moment, walked to the side of the leper monk, and sat down on the edge of the bed. Although the leper monk couldn't hear or see, he could still feel that someone was sitting down beside him with a gust of breeze, and then tilted his head slightly, facing Mu Qingming's side.

Mu Qingming looked at his appearance, and sadness and sympathy also rose in his heart, although he was only a one-sided relationship with the leper monk in front of him before, he also knew the truth of knowing the kindness of retribution. Without the help of the leper monk, it would take at least some time for the Hundred Illusions to be made.

So, he took the leper monk's hand, spread out the palm of the other party, wrote with the index finger of the other hand, and wrote in the palm of the leper monk: "Master leprosy, I am the one who came to you a few months ago and took away the night cry. ”。

"Senior brother, this Young Master Mu is very smart." Seeing this, Yingzheng whispered in the ear of the abbot of Yingkong: "It seems that this little young master is not the kind of second ancestor who embroiders pillows." ”。

Since the leper monk can't see, hear, or speak, but at least the other party is literate, otherwise he can't read the scriptures. And the five senses are still there, so he can feel that Mu Qingming has done it by his side. Based on these points, Mu Qingming decided to use the method of handwriting in the palm of his hand to ask questions, and in an instant, he solved the problem that the abbot of Yingkong and them could not ask questions about the leper monk for three months.

Let the abbot of Yingkong and Yingzheng immediately respect Mu Qingming.

At the same time, the leper monk suddenly became so excited that he was trembling all over, grabbed Mu Qingming's hand, and opened his lips vigorously, wanting to say something.

But he had no tongue, and even if he had the heart, he was powerless, and his mouth only whined from the depths of his throat, like the roar of a wild dog, but not a single human word came out.

However, he obviously remembered Mu Qingming. And there was no fear or panic on his face, it was obvious that Mu Qingming was not the one who attacked him.

"No hurry, no hurry." Mu Qingming once again broke the leper monk's hand, which trembled with excitement, and continued to write in the palm of his hand: "Do you remember who the person who attacked you was again? ”。

The leper monk trembled a little more violently, stopped after a while, was stunned for a moment, groped and pulled up Mu Qingming's hand, and slowly wrote a few words in the palm of the other party's palm with his still trembling index finger: "It's not a sneak attack, he attacked me directly." ”......

The drowsy night, the unrelenting wind and rain, was full of cold and dampness.

In the rainy night, the chief judge of the Immortal Dao held an umbrella in his hand, looking for the faint corpse qi left along the way, and walked south along the shore of Dianchi Lake.

When the soul qi was stolen, it was already formed, and it continuously exuded a binding corpse qi, which instead became a sign to guide the way for the Grand Judge.

And the corpse qi was thick and rich, and it lasted for a long time, and the eyes of the chief judge were in the rain and mist, and he could see at a glance that those corpse qi were going down the Shizhai Mountain along the hillside and towards the south-west place.

With these corpse qi, after walking about half a cup of tea in the storm, the chief judge came to the east bank of Dianchi Lake, which is only about two hundred zhang away from Shizhai Mountain in the east. In front of him, there was a small hill made of snail shells. The Grand Judge recognized it at a glance, this is what the local people call Luosi Mountain.

The Yunnan people live by the mountains and rivers, not only love to eat mountain goods, wild mushrooms and game, etc., but also like to eat fish and shrimp and other things in the water. This snail is also a delicacy that they like. The snail shells that were eaten were discarded in one place, and over time a small hill accumulated.

It is the one in front of the great judge at this time, which is not too high.

In addition to the dirt, all that remained on the hillside were snail shells and some fragments of broken pottery. There are clay bowls, bowls, pots, saucers, etc., lying horizontally and vertically among the earth, stone and shrubs, and wild grasses and snail shells.

Yunnan porcelain can't be used, and it can't be made as thin as paper, as bright as a mirror, and as sound as a chime, but the pottery is famous all over the world.

The slopes of the hill were sparsely populated with broken pottery, which was not enough to arouse the interest of the Grand Judge. What made him stop suddenly was the few points of corpse qi rising in the wind and rain at the foot of the mountain.

It is also a unique corpse qi emanating from the soul qi, which contains a strong binding force. If you are invaded by this corpse qi, even if it is just a wisp of it, as long as you have a slight lack of mental strength, you can also paralyze the meridians all over your body, and the acupuncture points will be sealed in an instant, and you will not be able to move at all up and down your body.

And these corpses did not extend further at this point, but stopped at the foot of the mountain, not far from the Grand Judge, in a small courtyard surrounded by a wooden fence.

There is no luxury in this small courtyard, only simplicity remains. The three huts with soil culture as the wall and thatched roof become a zigzag ring on three sides of the courtyard, and the courtyard gate in front is also a simple small low door.

In the darkness of the night, the Grand Judge stood silently on the edge of the fence and stretched out his neck to look out into the courtyard. I saw that in the muddy courtyard under the wind and rain, except for a well, there were only some miscellaneous tools and a pile of messy firewood, piled up in the corner of the courtyard.

Most of those tools were shovels and shovels, and there were a few unique tools, some of which looked like chisels, but they were as sharp as small on an awl and sharp at the tip, and the spiral grooves were all over the body, like a rotating ladder, slowly upward.

Judging from the tools of the thieves, this small courtyard is a den of thieves.

And the corpse qi that the chief judge found all the way stopped in this small courtyard after entering it.

Can Mu Qingming ask for clues? Did the Grand Judge find the right place? Want to know what's next? Let's listen to the next breakdown.