[The book continues from the above, the last book said that Mo Han patiently gave his disciple Jiaoyun, explained the characteristics of Tai Sui, and also explained the side effects of this medicine, and told Jiaoyun not to take this medicine as a last resort in the future. And the Grand Judge of the Immortal Dao overturned in the gutter, accidentally caught the path of the thief, and fell into the trap of the thief's house unsuspectingly. Before he could find a way to escape, the mouth of the pit was sealed, and another mechanism was activated. led out the great judge to escape from death, and slaughtered the old thief with his dead hand. Mu Qingming explained the effects and side effects of Tai Sui, and it was up to the abbot and the leper monk to decide for themselves whether to use the medicine or not. After pondering for a long time, the leper monk and the abbot of Yingkong still decided to use medicine. 】

The wind and rain were noisy, but it sounded so pleasant to the old thief. It's like a light and elegant song, without the slightest noise and trouble, but it makes the old thief feel comfortable for a while, squinting and showing comfort.

When the movable plate at the mouth of the trap was closed, he not only felt a burst of comfort and happiness in his heart, but also a sense of happiness that he had escaped from death, which made him feel refreshed in an instant.

The thief, who had slowly stood up, paced to the door and closed the open door. In the blink of an eye, the wind in the house suddenly subsided and the coolness suddenly decreased, and the sound of wind and rain between heaven and earth was no longer so noisy.

The old thief, who looked at the broken latch and a little bit of sawdust all over the ground behind the door, shook his head, sighed softly, and said to himself, "The good latch has been ruined like this." ”。

So saying, he leaned down, and picked up a dusty stone the size of a pumpkin from the corner of the door, which was idle in the house, and brought it to the back of the door as a latch, so that the two doors that opened inward could not be blown open by the howling wind between the heavens and the earth outside the house.

It was originally used to reach the door in the summer when the wind was strong, but now it comes in handy.

The thief, who had done all this, turned around and stood by the two tightly knit movable plates at the mouth of the trap, staring at the hard iron plate as black as ink, and said nothing.

These two movable boards are made of dark iron by the old thief's hard work.

As a thief, he knew that he was thinking about the treasures of the dead in the grave, but the arrogant robbers and the snitch who went up to the house to uncover the tiles were also worried about the treasures of their house. Don't look at his extremely simple independent courtyard far from the village, so plain and a little poor, but it is actually full of institutions.

Otherwise, the treasure he stole from the tomb was stolen and robbed by others before he could cover the heat before he could make a move, wouldn't it be worth the loss?

And the Grand Judge of the Immortal Dao suffered a big loss, not only because the trap in the thief's home was not only ingenious, but also well hidden. is also because he is like a mountain apart, and he doesn't know anything about the thief industry.

Isn't it easy for the thieves who can enter and exit the ancient tomb freely, and even the ancient tomb mechanism can be broken, so isn't it easy to build some mechanisms at home to prevent thieves and bandits?

The old thief, who was staring at the iron plate, spoke again after a long silence, and said to himself: "You are like a ghost, but you still drink the water to wash your feet." If you want to beat me half to death, you're going to come out? ”。

"No one will find you when you're dead." The tone was full of pride and pride.

This mechanism he designed himself has more than a thousand small mechanisms at the bottom of the pit, all over the stone walls. In each of the traps were two or three silver needles, all of which were soaked in poison.

More than a thousand small organs, two or three thousand poisonous silver needles were fired together, and the big judge who fell at the bottom of the pit had become a dead body pierced into a hedgehog in the heart of the old thief at this time.

But just as his words landed, a muffled sound suddenly sounded on the two dark iron plates on the ground in front of him, and then the old thief's eyes widened, and what caught his eyes was the cracks that suddenly appeared on the hard iron plates, which slowly expanded under the gaze of the old thief, extending in all directions.

In just a moment, not only were there countless cracks of all sizes on these two iron plates, but the middle part also immediately bulged.

The old thief was stunned, and his heart panicked; If the chief judge is because the interlacing is like a mountain across the road, then the old thief underestimated the strength of the opponent because he did not measure his strength. How did he know that he had provoked a high-level cult, and he was still an evil man who had no relationship and relied on his cultivation to achieve a high-level.

When the silver needles in the trap were fired, the Immortal Dao Grand Judge at the bottom of the pit was stunned, and with his rich combat experience, he instinctively raised his breath and jumped up.

Of the thousands of poisonous needles, only two or three pierced his body. The rest collided with each other at the bottom of the pit, and the sparks flew off and flew away, and finally scattered one after another.

And the great judge of the Immortal Dao, who was in the air, was hidden in his sleeve, and the fine iron short knife in the hands of the Immortal Daoists had been unsheathed.

The knife swirled in his hand, and when the strong wind suddenly appeared, the judge grabbed the handle of the knife and stabbed the short knife into the pit wall. Between the lightning and flint, the straight blade easily sank into the rock wall, firmly inserted into it, and hung the chief judge in the air in the deep pit.

Forcibly enduring the poisonous needle prick on his body, the ensuing numbness, the great judge was angry from his heart, and the other hand gathered his qi in the palm of his hand, raised it high and aimed at the black iron plate above his head, and put his five fingers together to make a palm.

The palm wind suddenly appeared, sharp and powerful, and when it shot towards the iron plate, it rubbed a little spark with the air. Then the wind and fire appeared, and the green light shone.

The next second later, the Yin Fire slammed into the iron plate with a strong wind. A muffled sound followed, and cracks appeared on the iron plate. The Grand Judge below unleashed a second palm.

The iron plate of the dark iron finally could not withstand the heavy blow of the evil magic yin fire, and after shattering, it turned into dozens of pieces of iron of different sizes and burst up, throwing catapults in front of the eyes of the old thief who was already sitting on the ground in fright.

A black shadow, followed by a strong wind, rushed out of the trap.

The Grand Judge of the Immortal Dao successfully escaped from the trap with a short knife inserted into the rock wall as a fulcrum. His face was full of anger, and in a panic, as soon as the trembling old thief landed in front of him, he leaned down and grabbed the other party's collar.

Immediately after that, the big judge who straightened up his waist, like an eagle twisting a chicken, lifted the old thief up, and the soles of his feet were a foot off the ground, and the big judge looked down at his body, after the brocade clothes were poked with a few holes by poisonous needles, he was even more angry, and he who had never burst into foul language, he was also so angry that he stared at the old thief and asked sharply: "You fuck, do you know how expensive Lao Tzu's clothes are?" You've punctuated it! ”。

As he spoke, the other hand moved back, and the blade of the short knife that was still stuck in the trap rock wall trembled and buzzed. In an instant, it had been pulled out of the rock wall, and flew upward, with a creepy sharp sound, and flew into the hands of the Grand Judge.

Before the frightened old thief begged for mercy, the short knife had already turned in his hand, and the tip of the knife pointed straight in front of him, stabbing upward.

In a flash of cold light, blood splattered, and the blade passed through the old thief's jaw, through his mouth and tongue, and directly into his brain.

The old thief glared and whimpered a few times, and died with a whimper.

The angry magistrate pulled out the short knife, and at the same time let go of the old thief who was already dead of anger, and turned to look at the soul qi on the table, but a burst of dizziness and dazziness struck, and his body shook slightly, and any scene in his eyes was full of double vision.

The poison on the needle had flowed down his blood all over his body.

The Grand Judge, who had taken a step forward, stumbled and fell into the bloody room. Twitched a few times in the increasingly rapid sound of wind and rain outside the house, slowly closed his eyes, and lost consciousness......

In the sound of wind and rain, there was a muffled thunder rumbling in the dark clouds in the sky.

In the meditation room of Tanhua Temple, Mu Qingming's mysterious smile was still on his face, looking at the slightly stunned abbot and Yingzheng, and he did not hurry to put the side effects of Tai Sui in his hand, and after telling the two monks one by one, he took the hand of the leper monk, and wrote down the effect of Tai Sui and the side effects after taking it in the palm of the other party's palm, and then slowly wrote: "Whether to use medicine or not, your senior brothers discussed and decided." ”。

Mu Qingming, who finished writing the last word, stood up. Unhurriedly with a red cloth, he wrapped the piece of Tai Sui in his hand again, stood aside, and said to the abbot of Yingkong: "Do you use medicine to the bottom, you and your junior brother discuss." With medicine, I will cede this piece of Tai Sui to your temple. No, I can also prescribe a few anti-inflammatory prescriptions for you, and apply the medicine to the leper monk according to the prescription, which can also make his injuries heal faster. ”。

"I'll wait at the door." After that, yes, Ah Hong beckoned, turned around and walked out of the meditation room with him, and stood quietly at the door, staring at the rain in the air without saying a word.

In the room, the abbot who had recovered from his stunned came to Yingkong, sat on the edge of the bed, and discussed it with the method of communicating with the leper monk in Mu Qingming.

It's just that the hands of him and the leper monk have always been trembling, and they have long lost their previous composure.

Mu Qingming outside the house is very calm, no matter what the monks in the house decide, he has already done his best, and naturally there is no psychological burden.

But the apprentice Ah Hong was very curious, and after looking back from time to time, he couldn't help but whisper: "Master, do you say they can use medicine?" That's Tai Sui, and if you eat it, you'll become a monster. There was also a little worry in his eyes, but he hoped that the leper monk would take medicine; Not for anything else, just because of his wounds, even Ah Hong was shocked when he saw it, and he couldn't bear it.

Therefore, Ah Hong is still entangled in his curiosity.

"To ordinary people, we are all monsters, whether we take medicine or not, but there is no difference." Mu Qingming was whistling in the sound of wind and rain, smiling unabated, and said leisurely: "But I think it will." After all, if this piece of Tai Sui is eaten, it can be exchanged for the eyes and tongue lost by the leper monk, as well as his hearing. This is not Tai Sui, it is his lifeline. ”。

Ah Hong thought about it, felt that it was right, and nodded silently. It's just that the worry in his eyes is still there, after all, as long as he takes a bite, he can also make the leper monk a monster.

Almost at the same time, the abbot of the room had already gotten up and walked slowly towards the gate.

"Amitabha." Soon, he stood beside Mu Qingming, clasped his hands together and chanted a Buddha name, and said slowly: "Please use the medicine of Mu Shi, my junior brother has agreed." ”。

Mu Qingming did not rush back into the house, but stood still slightly, and asked, "What do you mean, master?" ”。

"As long as the junior brother can see the light again, the old man has nothing to object." The abbot of Yingkong, who sighed, whispered softly: "There is giving and giving, since the junior brother has chosen to get, he must be ready to give up." No matter what happens in the future, not only will the whole temple not blame the wood donor, but will also be grateful to you, please feel free to give the magic medicine. ”。

Mu Qingming nodded again, didn't say anything, just silently opened the red cloth, took out the thin piece of Tai Sui meat, and handed it to the abbot of Yingkong without hesitation.

Is the Grand Judge of the Immortal Dao dead? Find out what happens next, and listen to the next breakdown.