[The book continues from the above, and the last book said that Mrs. Qi rushed to the Azi camp to see Qi Gao's niece. I never thought that my niece Lian'er had been missing for a day. After some inquiries and checking, Mrs. Qi decided to invite Mu Qingming. And Mu Qingxi in the city is taking his wife and apprentice Ah Hong to the Chinese Temple in the city to watch the ghost show. It caused Mrs. Qi to be anxious, worried about Lian'er's safety, and hoped that Mu Qingming would come as soon as possible to help her find her niece. And Mu Qingming, who didn't know about it, slowly walked into the Temple of Literature. When the moon rises in the sky, the ghost show in the silent Temple of Literature begins. Under the moonlight, several ghosts sang ghost shows on the roof of the main hall of the Temple of Literature with the moonlight. Mu Qingming took a closer look and found that among the ghosts who were singing, there was another hanged ghost with a long tongue. 】

Ah Ziying, surrounded by silence after nightfall.

The locals have always followed the law of sunrise and sunset. Once it gets dark, there is no entertainment in the neighborhood when it is not a holiday. Families can only sleep peacefully after the lights are turned off. People who don't have a family naturally don't have any entertainment at night, and people who have a family can only make children for recreation at most.

Otherwise, you can only sleep with your head covered.

Qi Song's restaurant was also closed, and the miscellaneous servants who went out to find Lian'er also rushed back; After Lian'er disappeared, Qi Song and his wife were in no mood to do any business. It's just that the sister-in-law, Mrs. Qi, came to visit, and the two had to suppress the worry and anxiety in their hearts, and treat Mrs. Qi first.

The miscellaneous servants cooked the hot soup and delicacies, and Qi Song and his wife sat around. But it was full of delicacies, and it couldn't arouse the appetite of Qi Song and his wife.

They are just such a daughter, and they suddenly say that they are lost, and there is no clue. After searching for a long time, there is no trace, how can it not be worried and worried?

At this time, even if there was a dragon liver and phoenix gall on the table, they were not interested.

"Sister-in-law, who is this Young Master Mu?" Mrs. Qi was about to move her chopsticks, but Qi Song, who didn't talk much in the past, finally expressed the doubts in her heart.

"He's a storekeeper hired by your brother and an advisor to the police department. has a lot of dealings with Zhao Liang, the detective in the city. Mrs. Qi put the chopsticks she had just picked up in her hand back on the chopsticks pillow, and said to Qi Song: "Since this person can be hired by the police station as a consultant, he must have his superiority in solving cases and finding clues. I saw Zhao Liang, the detective in Liancheng, who also called this person a brother and brother, and he was also respectful to him. I think that since we ordinary people can't find the inexplicably missing Lian'er, this Young Master Mu will definitely have a way. ”。

As soon as these words came out, Qi Song and his wife seemed to have seen a life-saving straw in the water, and they floated in front of them, and Qi Qi fell on Mrs. Qi's face, and exclaimed in unison: "Really? ”。

"Seriously." Mrs. Qi nodded and replied, turned her head to look at the door panel, her heart was even more anxious, and she only hoped that Sha Weng would quickly step up and invite Mu Qingming to help......

In the city of Kunming, although the night wind is constantly howling in the streets and alleys, the air is not cold. The night breeze just dispels the summer heat of the day, making it feel cooler and cooler.

Ah Hong stared at the Lingxing Gate in front of him, frowning slightly in silence.

This Temple of Literature also has a history, and it has to be traced back to the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty's Tatar Saidian Chi into Yunnan. It is said that after this Saidianchi came to Yunnan, he always felt that the people here were aggressive and litigious, and often went to the official palace of the Yuan Dynasty to fight lawsuits. Therefore, he believed that spreading Confucian benevolence and etiquette could improve the local cultural level, so he first built the Temple of Literature.

To put it bluntly, this Tartar is to use Confucian scholarship to imperceptibly influence the local people, and has achieved the goal of better control and management of the local people.

After the vicissitudes of life and war, the Temple of Literature built by Saidianchi was destroyed and has long since ceased to exist. After the Ming Dynasty's Xiping Marquis Muying was stationed in Yunnan, he built a new Confucian Temple on the site of the Yuanwen Temple. Until the fall of the Ming Dynasty in 1647, the Temple of Literature was destroyed again. During the Kangxi period of the Qing Dynasty, it was built again, so the Confucian Temple in front of Ah Hong rose from the ground.

And this Confucian Temple in Kunming City has not been free from its ill-fated fate. During this period, many of them were damaged and destroyed, and almost disappeared.

After Tang Jiyao became the soil emperor of Yunnan, he introduced a series of policies to protect the Confucian Temple, so that the dilapidated temple was repaired.

As a result, during the day, this Temple of Literature is also very lively. During the day, as long as it is not a rainy day, there will be storytellers in the open space in the temple, and they will talk about ancient novels such as "Journey to the West" and "Speaking of Tang", all of which are commented on in turn. Ah Hong once listened to it a few times when he had nothing to do. The storyteller's tone was subdued, and his expression was fluttering. The colorful plot narration and the vivid character dialogues all make Ah Hong remember it vividly.

But Ah Hong didn't know that at night, the temple was deserted, and there was no noise and excitement during the day. The majestic buildings and verdant trees immersed in the night are a little more hideous in the night breeze.

Especially the ring pillar cloud dragon on the Lingxing Gate, it also looks like it is dancing in the night, and it has lost the majesty of the past daytime, and it is a little more infiltrating.

Mu Qingming and Mo Han, who were standing side by side, could clearly sense that there was yin qi rising and confused behind the Lingxing Gate. In the darkness, there is a lot of gloom.

"But Master, how do you know there's a ghost show here?" Then Ah Hong followed Mu Qingming and them, walking through the marble Lingxing Gate in the whirling night wind, and he was still suspicious in his heart, why did Mu Qingming know that there were ghosts to watch here?

"Since ancient times, lonely souls and wild ghosts have only gathered in the night where no one is around. Especially during the day, there is nothing, but at night, there are many wild ghosts. While speaking, Mu Qingming and the others had already walked on the arch bridge behind the Lingxing Gate: "And ghost plays are the same as human plays, and the plays also have to make money to make a living, and they won't be staged where there are no ghosts." ”。

A hundred years of wind and rain have made this arch bridge potholes, and there is a clear water pond under the bridge. There is a saying: "There is a road in the book mountain, and there is no end to the hard work of learning the sea." And the sea of learning mentioned in the words refers to this pool of water.

"And this place is in the city of Kunming, in order to ensure the balance of the feng shui array and the balance of the five elements, there are several places where the yin qi is more prosperous." Mo Han took over and said to Na Hong: "The place where the Temple of Literature is located is one of the places where the yin qi is stronger; When the ancestors built the Confucian Temple here, it was also with the help of the Confucian Temple and the Tianshan Wenqu Star echoed from afar, which could absorb the aura of Wenqu, so that its yin qi was mostly suppressed and could not cause chaos. ”。

The white clouds covered the moon, once again making the heavens and the earth dark.

"Is that so?" After a pause, Mo Han turned her head to look at her husband Mu Qingming in the darkness and asked.

"Well, that's what it does." Mu Qingming nodded, and a little relief appeared in his eyes. Recently, his wife has become more and more studious, no longer only pots and pans in the kitchen, and occasionally goes to his study to look at ancient book fragments. As for the feng shui of this Temple of Literature, I am afraid that she herself saw it from the books in the study.

Anyway, before that, Mu Qingming hadn't told her.

As he spoke, they had already walked off the bridge; Seeing Mu Qingming nodding in affirmation, Mo Han's face was pleasant, and his heart was a little proud.

The three of them stopped under the bridge, not far away is the pillar is three feet high, the momentum is majestic, the structure is neat, and the gold leaf is wrapped in the Dacheng Hall where the dragons are flying.

It's just that it's been old and unmanaged for a long time, and the weeds in front of the hall are overgrown in the brick cracks. The blue bricks and red tiles are mostly damaged, and the beams, columns and walls are mottled. During the day, it is a little lively, and I don't feel that this hall has experienced vicissitudes. Now the night is deserted, the cloudy wind whirls back and forth under the moonlight, and the vicissitudes of the hall do not decrease but increase.

Mu Qingming and the others could only see all kinds of ghosts standing in front of them, and the open space in front of the main hall was full of all kinds of ghosts. In the gloomy atmosphere, the Yin Wind Ghost cried wolf.

After a closer look, I saw that the ghosts in front of me were fighting towards the Dacheng Palace, looking forward to the top of the long grass hall of the Dacheng Palace.

On the ground in front of the main hall, there are dozens of broken stone tablets, and all kinds of strange ghosts stand among the stone tablets; There is a big-headed ghost with a mustache, a hairy ghost with a stinky body, and a house ghost with an upright finger that turns the plate. There are also wild ghosts and poor ghosts in rags, which are not uncommon.

The moon peeked out of the white clouds, and the bright moonlight shone on the earth again. Under the cold moonlight, those ghosts had wisps of ghost qi invisible to the naked eye, slowly rising in the yin wind.

The night wind howled, and the thatch that grew on the roof of the main hall was also blown crookedly.

Mu Qingming raised his hand, signaling Mo Han and his apprentices not to take a step forward, and stood behind the ghosts, and also raised his head to look at the place where the ghosts could see, the top of the Dacheng Hall of the Temple of Literature.

The three of them tacitly kept silent, and at the same time adjusted their breathing, trying not to let themselves breathe too quickly, so as not to exhale too much yang qi from their mouths and noses and alarm the ghosts in front of them.

Although there are no ferocious ghosts among these ghosts, Yang Qi is also the tonic of their ghost clan. Once the ghosts in front of them are preoccupied, it is inevitable that there will be ghosts who are desperate to suck yang energy.

Mu Qingming and the others naturally won't sit still, they will definitely fight at that time, then tonight's ghost show will definitely not be able to be held smoothly, and there will be no way to find clues at that time.

They stood behind the ghosts in the night wind for a long time, and then they saw several beautiful female ghosts holding pipas in their arms descending from the sky and landing on the roof of the Dacheng Hall covered with frost and moonlight.

The pipa is played, the big strings are noisy like a torrential rain, and the small strings are cut like whispers, sounding leisurely in the night. At the same time, another red-clothed female ghost fell from the sky and landed in the middle of the roof of the Dacheng Hall.

Mu Qing looked at it and saw that the red clothes on this red-clothed female ghost were like blood and fire, extremely bright and conspicuous. And this female ghost's face is pale, not to mention, her eyes are still bulging, and her sockets are bloodshot. The open mouth showed white teeth, and a long tongue also spit out.

It seemed to be spitting out her tongue vigorously, almost a foot or so longer than someone else's, enough to hang down to the female ghost's chest.

And on the slender and pink neck of the female ghost, there is also a dark purple binding mark, which is wrapped around her neck. All kinds of characteristics show that this female ghost is a hanged ghost; Commonly known as the hanged ghost, also known as the long-tongued ghost.

What a bonus; Unexpectedly, when looking for clues to the corpse woman, he could also meet the hanged ghost he had been looking for.

Mu Qingming was a little excited; And the female ghosts in the main hall have begun to babble and sing ghost shows. She moves very mechanically, like a lifeless puppet. And the voice is even more ugly, the sound coming out of the yin wind is like a ghost grinding his teeth in his ears. But it can also make the ghosts listening to the play below pay full attention, and applaud from time to time.

If such a play goes to the crowd to sing, it will be lucky not to be thrown bricks and watermelon skins, I really don't know if the aesthetics of the ghosts are broken, and I actually feel that this hoarse and dull voice is like a natural sound.

Just when Mu Qing was secretly laughing at the aesthetics of the ghosts, Mo Han suddenly said to him with his mind: "Wood, the smell on the hanged ghost is exactly the same as another smell on Wang Xiaocui's wound. ”。

Why did the breath of the hanged ghost get on Wang Xiaocui? Find out what happens next, and listen to the next breakdown.