[The book continues from the above, the last book said that Mu Qingming told Zhao Liang at the cremation site that he left after checking the identity of the charred corpse first, and when he walked to the alley, he was not careful, and he fell and got inspiration, and decided to check the flowers first*. After arriving home, Mei Xiang had already slept, leaving only Miao Jue and Mo Han to keep the New Year in the hall. When he was bored, Mu Qingming explained the case and doubts to Miao Jue, and then he was reminded by Miao Jue and came up with a strategy to try ghosts and find out the murderer. I never thought that there was a little ghost sneaking into the courtyard at this time, and the wind in the courtyard was miserable for a while. led out Mu Qingming's clever deception, luring the little ghost to take the bait and steal to the palace, and then was caught red-handed and recovered. Mu Qingming immediately tried to win over the wasted and let him work for himself. 】

"What imp?" Mo Han looked at the door, but only saw a gust of wind in the dark, but he didn't see a ghost and suddenly felt confused; Just as she was about to ask carefully, Mu Qingming, who stood up, had quietly given her a look, and Mo Han immediately paused.

"I said wonderful, where did you feed the Great Shou Palace that you bought last time?" Mu Qingming said casually, strode forward to the door, and said, "This little wind is quite cold." Then he reached out and closed the door.

Miao Jue has been with Mu Qingming for hundreds of years, although he is a master and servant, as long as Mu Qingming pouts his ass, he knows what his young master is going to fart; At the moment, he didn't move, and continued to knock on the melon seeds and said leisurely: "Over there in the Westinghouse." After all, this thing likes cold and damp places, and its eyes can't stand the glare during the day, so they are kept in a large vat in the Westinghouse, in the ear room connected to the inverted seat. ”。

It's just that his voice suddenly rises by a few decibels. Even if the doors and windows are closed, the voice can float out of the hall.

The wind outside the house was still unstoppable, Mu Qingming closed the door and turned back, raised the teacup on the table and crossed Erlang's legs, scraped the tea powder in the cup with the quilt cover, and said slowly: "Then I have to go tomorrow to see, how is the condition of this batch of palace guards?" ”。

"Young master, don't worry, they are all first-class palace guards." Miao Jue continued to knock his melon seeds, and said proudly: "It's only an inch long, and the whole body is blue; This head and back also have blue-brown horizontal stripes; The body is scattered with seven small brownish-gray round spots arranged in horizontal rows, each of which is of average size, and it is definitely a first-class guard. ”。

Everyone in the industry knows that this kind of palace-guarding gecko dictated by Miaojie is unavoidable. What is the best medicinal herb for dispelling wind, activating the meridians, dispersing knots and even curing paralysis, etc. Not to mention that it is sold on the black market, it is to be taken to the drugstore, and only two can be sold for a silver dollar.

And all the talismans of the dragon lock people are not made of cinnabar. Instead, raise this kind of big gecko first, and wait until they eat seven catties of cinnabar, no more than one catty, no more catty, no less, and their bodies will become completely red. Then smash this palace and pound it into sand, which is the legendary palace sand. In the end, this thing was used to make the secret talisman seal of the dragon locking people.

The better the palace, the greater the effect of the talisman.

"Then you have to feed them well, don't feed them to death." After Mu Qingming explained one more sentence, he took a sip of the fragrant tea in the cup casually.

"Don't worry, I feed them all the dansha (cinnabar) on the golden hole, all of them are finely ground, and I guarantee that they will all be raised for nothing." Miao Jue nodded and said, and then the yin wind in the courtyard seemed to be far away, and the whistling sound in the courtyard became a little smaller.

Mu Qingming took another sip of tea, the corners of his mouth slightly curled, and a sinister smile appeared.

It was much quieter in the hall, and the same was true in the small courtyard, and the whistling of the yin wind also subsided. It wasn't long before there was a rush of bells from the Westinghouse, followed by a muffled sound and a "Ah! The screams came from the small courtyard.

Mu Qingming quickly put down the teacup, his figure flew forward, and in a blink of an eye, the door of the hall was opened, and Mu Qingming was already standing in the courtyard, his right foot was slightly bent, and he stepped on the chest of a little ghost lying on the ground.

Mo Han rushed to the courtyard with Miaojue, and with the faint light of the red lantern hanging high in front of the corridor on the second floor of the east and west houses of the small courtyard, it was vaguely seen that Mu Qingming was stepping on a little ghost no more than four feet long. He wore a red robe, had a bull's nose, only one of his feet was wearing boots, an iron fan was stuck in his waist, and he carried a yellow cloth bag about the size of his body.

This time, the gray-faced little devil had a blue nose and swollen face, and there was still green smoke coming out of the palms of his hands, looking like he had been blown up with firecrackers in his hands.

"Waste, a kind of ghost who likes to steal things if he doesn't return for the time being, can be regarded as a thief among ghosts." After Mu Qingming gave Mo Han a brief explanation, he looked at the little ghost's panicked eyes with great interest, and said with a light smile: "Okay, little ghost, I stole it from your Mu Ye's head." ”。

Everyone who locks the dragon knows that many times the family suddenly loses something inexplicably, or accidentally loses money while walking at night, it is not necessarily man-made, most of the time it is this kind of thief called waste to steal.

And when Fang Cai Mu Qingming saw the treasure in the yin wind, he expected that it must be a waste of money. So he sang and sang harmoniously and gave this little ghost a set.

"In the blood of an old rooster who has not mated with a hen for ten years, what does it taste like to soak the red rope for three days?" The face was full of banter, and Miao Jue squatted down beside the wasted head, raised his hand and gently patted the wasted little face and asked.

Mu Qingming and Miao Jue said that there was indeed a palace guard, and they were kept in the room where the waste flew out. However, these palace guards are rare treasures for the dragon lock people, and Mu Qingming naturally explained that he did a good job of anti-theft measures.

He is not afraid of thieves among people, after all, the two female ghosts at the door and a spirit baby who died tragically are not vegetarians; And this is Shala Lane, a place that the old Kunming people avoid and can't reach. No matter how powerful the thief is, if he wants to come to the Mu family's courtyard to steal something, he has to weigh it, and he will not be frightened by something unclean.

But the ghosts are evil, and Mu Qingming has to guard against them. Therefore, in the big vat that keeps the palace, near the mouth of the tank, there are nets made of red rope that have been soaked for three days and three nights with the chicken blood of the colorful rooster that has not mated for ten years.

Then on the net, there are copper bells engraved with evil charms. In addition to suppressing evil spirits, it can also make a sound to remind Mu Qingming that a thief has come to the door.

This kind of thing is pure yang things, and it is the most evil; A little ghost like Waste, although it is not fatal to touch, can also hurt a lot.

And this little ghost didn't see clearly because it was dark at night, so he reached into the tank and touched the rope net, so he was hit.

"Uncle, I don't know Taishan with eyes, I really don't know your magical powers. I beg you to ignore the villain, and spare the little one. Seeing that Mu Qingming could step on himself with one foot and be in turmoil, while showing the waste of pleading, he also noticed that Mu Qingming's body was dormant with a powerful True Qi, and suddenly knew that he was provoking someone who should not be provoked today, and he didn't care about the hot pain all over his body, and immediately his eyes were filled with tears, and he looked at Mu Qingming pitifully and pleaded in a trembling voice: "The money in my baggage can all belong to you, and I just ask the uncle to surround my life." ”。

As soon as he finished speaking, Miao Jue had already torn off the burden he was carrying, stood up in his hand and shook it suddenly, followed by a sound of banging on the top.

Fifty taels of horseshoe silver, rectangular gold ingots, and ten taels of hammer-shaped small ingots, as well as countless silver dollars, silver horns, and some gold and silver bracelets, were all shaken out of the burden. The gold and silver landed in a daze, and Mo Han's eyes immediately widened when he saw it, and his hands covered his grown mouth tightly.

Regardless of anything else, it is said that the large and small gold ingots that have been piled up on the ground are enough to buy seven or eight shops on the upper floors of the commercial Tuzhumiao Street (formerly around today's Huashan Primary School), Chenghuang Temple (the original site of today's Wuyi Cinema) and Xiaoximen Zhengjie (near today's Xiaoximen) in Kunming.

Even Mu Qingming, a person who has seen a lot of money, was dumbfounded. Even when he was at home, the amount of money his mother gave him every year was less than half of it.

"This little devil is really rich." Miao Jue casually picked up a yellow gold ingot, put it in his hand and threw it down after a few times.

"Why don't you make me a ghost servant, but then you can't steal anymore." Mu Qingming's eyes rolled, and he looked at the little ghost and said unhurriedly: "But I won't take any of your money." ”。

"Really?" It was as if the drowning man had grasped the waste of the life-saving straw, but he was slightly stunned and then stopped his tears, and looked directly at Mu Qingming and asked.

"What is a ghost servant?" Mo Han immediately asked.

"Most of the servants in the dragon lock family are some demons and ghosts who have signed a contract with the dragon lock people after changing their minds, and many of them are demon disciples." Mu Qingming glanced at Miao Jue, and continued to Mo Han: "Like Miao Jue, he is called a demon servant. ”。

Miao Jue rolled up the sleeve of his right hand and rolled it up to the shoulder. But on his arm, which was close to his shoulder, was marked with a cyan tattoo, which was a wooden character in ancient Xia script, which was flashing with a soft faint fluorescent light in the dark night.

This is the contract between the dragon lockers and the demons and monsters. As long as the demons and monsters have this contract, they have to do things for the dragon lockers, and the dragon lockers are responsible for giving them food, drink, clothing, and shelter. Until these demons and monsters die, or the dragon lockers automatically break the contract.

"Think about it, although you can't steal anymore, you can still have food and shelter. You continue to steal to a place where there is not even a household, not to mention the wind and rain, even if you steal gold and silver, you can't spend it. Mu Qingming said leisurely; And he naturally has a reason for doing so. Now Changshengdao is secretly making waves in Kunming City, relying only on his Mu Qingming, even if he has the magic power of the dragon locker, he is also weak.

He wants to secretly cultivate his own power in the city of Kunming.

After thinking about the waste, I also felt that it was reasonable; He stole gold and silver artifacts for several years, and accumulated a lot, but also spent a lot. is still living a life of often not having enough to eat. When it rains for a long time, there is no shelter from the wind and rain. I can only find a random eaves and curl up under the wall.

In the event of a stormy day, even if you are curled up under the eaves, you will be drenched in the rain, and you will have a very sad time.

It's a good thing that someone is willing to take him in.

"If you talk and count, I will give all this money to the uncle, and I will also be a ghost servant for you, as long as you buy me delicious food." After thinking about it for a long time, he swallowed his saliva and said.

"Wonderful, go get some food and fragrant." Mu Qingming said and moved his legs away, no longer stepping on the waste. Miao Jue answered, turned and headed for the kitchen.

Why did Mu Qingming want to get some food and incense? What does he want this wasted imp to do for him? Find out what happens next, and listen to the next breakdown.

[The waste of the small theater of the lock dragon man - it is said that Tang Xuanzong once saw a ghost stealing his jade flute and Yang Guifei's sachet in a dream, Xuanzong called the little ghost, and the ghost claimed to be waste. He said that he likes to steal other people's belongings, but he can also steal other people's joy and make him depressed. Xuanzong was furious and immediately called people, so a big ghost Zhong Kui appeared and tore the waste in half and ate it. Therefore, in later generations, every New Year's Eve will be lit in the kitchen, toilet, etc., which is called a waste of light]