[The book continues from the above, and the last book said that in the early morning, the old scholar who saved Ah Hong cheekily visited a green building in Yunjin Shop by the Panlong River. I found the bustard and bought a jar of the house scripture from the bustard. And Mu Qingming, who returned home from work, saw Zhao Liang coming to the house to eat. And while bringing Liu Yang's file to Mu Qingming, he also brought an important news. After listening to Zhao Liang, why did the eyes of an old man in the city be strange, and after Zhao Liang left, he discussed with the other dragon lockers, and determined that it was definitely a yin and yang eye that had not fully grown. At the same time, the old scholar lived in the scriptures and ink, picked up the pen and wrote hard, and drew several symbols on the yellow paper one after another. The red light appeared, the talisman flickered, and the broken strings of the crane in the east house suddenly trembled, and a hoarse cry was released. 】

The sky in Spring City seemed to be broken, and the continuous autumn rain did not stop when it got dark. The continuous autumn rain spilled all over the city with dampness and freshness, and also accumulated a lot of stagnant water in the small courtyard of the Mu family.

In the main house of the Mu family's courtyard, there was not much yak meat left left in the people sent by Mrs. Qi, and the other vegetables were eaten by Mu Qingming and they were only left with a piece of leftovers.

And the little corpse baby also slept when he was full, and was carried by Mo Han to the bedroom next to him to sleep. Amid the sound of raindrops, and sometimes muffled dreams, hummed from the mouth of the sleeping corpse baby.

"You mean, this old man surnamed Li has eyes that turn black and gray at night, and he has scared people before?" Mu Qingming looked at Liu Yang's file bag in his hand, and then looked at Zhao Liang, who was looking comfortable and picking his teeth, and asked thoughtfully, frowning slightly: "Didn't the witnesses see his eyes change during the day?" ”。

When Mu Qingming asked, Mo Han had already gone to carry the oil lamp, and with a light finger of his right index finger on the core, a flame jumped up on the wick, bringing a bright spot in the dim main room.

"Not for the time being, but my patrol officers reported such a phenomenon to me. And the people in their neighborhood have been somewhat distant from him since then, and seem to be very disgusted with this person, although they are polite to this person on the surface, and always isolate him, intentionally or unintentionally. Zhao Liang, who finished picking his teeth, put down the toothpick and asked, "Do you say that such a person is unique, do you want to stare at it?" ”。

"Count, send your patrol officer to his neighborhood to keep an eye on him day and night, and arrest him as soon as he finds out that Changshengdao has appeared. Remember, the disciples of the Immortal Dao have all practiced evil arts, and once they get close, they will feel cold, as if they had just climbed up from an ice cave. Mu Qingming nodded slightly thoughtfully, and said to Zhao Liang: "This is the only way to weaken the Immortal Dao now; At the same time, you can also ask from the arrested disciples about the current hiding place of the Immortal Dao. ”。

When Mu Qingming spoke, he couldn't help but think of his former self. At that time, his demonic qi had not yet been reborn, and he could not fully control it. The people were not polite to him in the face of his parents, but most of them always isolated him invisibly.

To this day, he still can't understand why ordinary people like to see people who are different from them as sick monsters, instead of thinking that this kind of person is unique, just like Zhao Liang always said that the old man was strange when he mentioned this old man whose eyes could change at night.

"Okay, I'll go back to the provincial police department to assign tasks." Just when Mu Qingming was stunned for a while, Zhao Liang, who had already eaten and drunk enough, and had finished picking his teeth, stood up and prepared to leave, with a little excitement between his eyebrows.

Eradicating the Immortal Dao, a cult that does not take other people's lives seriously, is Zhao Liang's wish and pursuit.

Once there is something about the Immortal Dao, Zhao Liang can always be enthusiastic. This kind of boiling, like a cat meeting a mouse, and a little excitement mixed in.

And Mu Qingming, who was familiar with Zhao Liangzi, did not keep it, but just asked Miaotian to send Zhao Liang. After Miao Tian and Zhao Liang walked out of the main house door together and walked towards the courtyard gate, Mu Qingming looked around at the other dragon lockers and asked, "What do you think of the eyes of the person Zhao Liang said?" ”。

Everyone was silent, thinking to themselves, until after a while, when Miaotian, who had sent Zhao Liang away, turned around and returned, Miaole, who was not very talkative, took the lead in saying to Mu Qingming: "It's like a yin and yang eye that hasn't fully grown. ”。

As his words landed, Miaotian, who walked quickly into the main room, brought a gust of wind, blowing the flames on the wick on the table and swaying a few times.

"I think so, too." Miaotian, who sat down then, stared at the flame that gradually settled, and said slowly.

"Yin and Yang eyes, can you see Yin and Yang eyes?" After all, the experience was not as deep as Mo Han, who was not present at the scene, and his interest suddenly increased, his eyes swept in front of him and then fell on Mu Qingming's face, and he asked urgently: "Are those eyes unique and uncommon?" ”。

"It's not very common, but it's not very rare either. The yin and yang eyes can see all the feminine substances, so they can be psychic and see ghosts. However, when the human child has a pure mind before the total horn (the total horn refers to the thirteen years old), they all have yin and yang eyes, and can always see many things that adults can't see. Mu Qingming picked up the file bag at hand and slowly opened it: "Of course, some people who grow up will continue to maintain yin and yang eyes, and those who do not continue to maintain this kind of eyes can also use some means to open the yin and yang eyes." For example, using a certain medium to stimulate the eyes. ”。

Mo Han listened attentively, so he simply put his hand on the table, and looked at Mu Qingming with his cheeks, his eyes overflowing with anticipation: "A certain medium, what is it?" Why do you say that the old man's eyes are incomplete? ”。

"A special kind of willow leaf is one of a certain medium." Miao Yu didn't give Mu Qingming a chance to talk, and rushed over to talk to Mo Han: "Judging from Zhao Liang's description, this old man's yin and yang eyes should not have grown completely, and when he has not fully opened his eyes, he stopped growing because of human or natural factors, so his yin and yang eyes can only open his eyes at a specific time, and the negative substances he sees are not all of them, but only a part." ”。

When Miao Yu patiently answered Mo Han, Mu Qingming had already taken out a few pieces of paper from the bag and looked at it carefully, all the information about Liu Yang in the hands of the Provincial Police Department was written on it.

"And the kind of eyes described by Zhao Liang, I'm afraid that the Immortal Dao will not value it, after all, it is an incomplete ability, and it is not what the Immortal Dao is pursuing." Miaobi, who had never spoken, suddenly opened his mouth and reminded the others: "Judging from our long-term experience with the Immortal Dao, they like to pursue perfection very much. ”。

"But no matter what, it's also safe to let Zhao Liang stare at it first." After reading the files in his hand a few times, Mu Qingming slowly put down the files in his hand, leaned his back on the back of the chair behind him, and slowly closed his eyes and sighed: "Tomorrow, Mo Han and I will go to the stone forest." ”。

On the desktop in front of him, Liu Yang's file was blown by the wind, and it was slightly rolled up and then stretched out. In the column of origin above, it is Shilin Vize Village......

At night, there was no lightning piercing the night, but there was occasional thunder, which sounded behind the thick dark clouds on the edge of the sky.

The courtyard of the old pedant's house was muddy under the wind and rain.

In the wind and rain, the old pedant's house, which was as damp as in the city, was lively, and the main house and the east house were brightly lit; Compared with the old pedant himself at home, when there was only a lone lamp, now it is much more lively than before.

In the main room, the old scholar slowly took out an inkstone and a brush from the box in the corner, and after grinding the ink slowly, he went to the box to get a few pieces of yellow paper, and unhurriedly lined up on the table that was missing feet and could only be cushioned with bricks.

Outside the house, a curtain of rain between heaven and earth was erected, and suddenly a whirlwind blew towards the main house with the open door. Kicked up the dust on the ground, and blew the yellow paper on the table.

The old pedant turned, went to the back of the door, closed it, and then turned back, and took out an earthen pot from the chest. Immediately the sealed soil was opened, and a wisp of blood gas wafted out of the jar with a pungent fishy smell. The crimson Jujing swayed gently in the jar.

The old pedant didn't need to look too much, just by smelling it with his nose, he knew that it must be this morning or last night's jujing. Among them, the bad qi does not disperse, and the filthy qi is condensed, which can be used as a talisman to crack the Dharma, and the effect can be maximized.

At that moment, he did not hesitate to tilt the earthen jar in his hand slightly against the inkstone containing the ink, and a wisp of the dwelling meridian slowly flowed out and fell into the inkstone.

In the air outside the house, lightning and thunder roared, and the dazzling electric light pierced the darkness with teeth and claws, illuminating every raindrop between the heavens and the earth in an instant.

Jujing fell into the inkstone, and in an instant, the black ink was also dyed crimson.

The old scholar put down the earthen pot, lifted the brush, and soaked the gray tip into the dark red ink. After a few moments, I picked up my pen. On the sharp tip of the pen, a drop of dark red ink paused and then fell into the inkstone, causing a dark red ripple.

At the same time, the old scholar picked up his pen and wrote, and the blood and ink on the yellow paper extended in all directions with the moving tip of the pen, drawing a strange symbol. Like a fierce beast with teeth and claws, and like a wicked bird with wings spread high.

Without exception, under the dark red, there are bits and pieces of weirdness.

When the old scholar was drawing talismans, Ah Hong, who had been placed in the east room with only a broken wooden bed, also took the cloth wrapped in the guqin.

Under the candle flame, the bottom of a piano is made of paulownia wood, and the crown horn, Yueshan, and Chenglu are made of hardwood. The wild goose feet of the yellow rosewood are simple, and the horn and mussel emblem shine brightly under the candlelight.

No matter where you look at it, this guqin with cinnabar paint is beautiful, with a precipitation and simple beauty. If it weren't for the broken horns and signs of the seven strings, the timbre of the piano would have been deep and full.

Ah Hong cautiously raised his hand, gently stroked the body of the guqin, and muttered in a low voice: "Dark night, you will be cured soon, and then you and I will be able to play the qin and sing again." There was a slight tremor in the deep voice.

While speaking, Ah Hong's eyes kept looking at the guqin in his hand.

Just as he finished speaking, the two slender strings that had been opened suddenly shook like a person shivering. Immediately after, a hoarse cry that only Ah Hong could hear burst out from these two strings.

When Ah Hong heard this cry, the piercing sorrow in his ears suddenly panicked, and he hurriedly asked the guqin: "Dark night, dark night, what's wrong with you?" ”。

After that, the hoarse cry that only Ah Hong could hear came out of the strings, and then came a still hoarse voice: "Not far away, there is something I am afraid of, the most yin and filthy thing in the world. It's still only Ah Hong can hear.

Why is the remnant soul of the guqin afraid of the scriptures? Find out what happens next, and listen to the next breakdown.