[The book continues from the above, the last book said that Mu Qingming left Hongyu's ghost house, but Hongyu felt empty in her heart because of this, and she was sad under the moon. The next day, he entered the city to look for the great judge of the soul, and after looking for the soul in the spring city, he also came to Guanghua Street. After seeing the soul qi in the family of a funeral, the chief judge resolutely entered the mourning hall, and when he was about to break through to snatch the soul qi, he was stopped by the family of the deceased. The Grand Judge calmed down, stunned everyone with the Immortal Dao Secret Elixir, outwitted seven soul qi and left quietly. Mu Qingming took his disciples to the Guanghua Street Entrance Restaurant, wanting to ask the owner of the restaurant and the guys about the situation of the thieves. 】

All the guests who came to pay their respects invariably stepped back one after another, and did not forget to accuse the chief judge of making trouble on such days, and ignoring the deceased's wild words.

In the middle of the courtyard, which was still very crowded, a circular open space was vacated. The members of the family's nursing home stepped forward one after another, and as they surrounded the Grand Judge, they pointed their sticks and machetes at the Grand Judge in unison.

For red and white ceremonies, the most taboo is to use knives and guns. But the family also became impulsive when they saw that the chief judge was not only face-to-face, but also went directly towards the coffin.

In addition, the master just asked who you were, and the chief judge became ill-intentioned, which made the family angry for a while.

This big judge is also used to being a guest in the presidential palace in the past, and the shelf is so high that he forgot for a while that Liu Yang told him to keep a low profile.

In addition, the order given by Liu Yang was also time-limited, which made him anxious to recover his soul energy, and he suddenly confiscated his emotions, which caused him a lot of trouble.

At this time, when he saw that he was surrounded by either sturdy wooden sticks, or bright and dangling machetes close at hand, and seven or eight burly and sturdy men, all of whom were fierce and vicious, the Grand Judge suddenly calmed down.

After calming down, the Grand Judge suddenly remembered that he still had a secret medicine of the Immortal Dao on his body.

This secret elixir is said to be immortal, but it was actually stolen by their ancestors from the color gate. It is a fine, white powder with a strong medicinal taste. With just a light sprinkling, it will float into the air, and anyone within seven or eight feet of the powder will quickly faint.

I won't wake up until an hour later, but my memories will be blurred within twelve hours. They will no longer remember the Immortal Dao Grand Judge's visit.

"Don't get excited, I'm just here to put incense on your old man." The Grand Judge crossed his hands into his sleeves and groped for the medicinal powder hidden in his sleeves, but he was already smiling: "I heard that your old man drove the crane west, don't mention how happy I am." ”。

He deliberately said something to stimulate the family, and the other party was so angry that he was stunned at first. During this period, the Grand Judge's hands were already stretched out of his sleeves, and in his clenched fists, he was holding the medicinal powder that had been touched out of his sleeves.

By the time he was in the midst of the lightning, the anger on the face of the master of the house reappeared, and it was more timely than before, and the chief judge had raised his hands and loosened his ten fingers at the same time, and splashed the powder in his hands all around.

The small courtyard was instantly misty and full of medicinal smell.

Before everyone around could react, the courtyard was already shrouded in a strong and choking smell of medicine. The white powder spilled in the wind and quickly drifted to the crowd. Everyone just took a soft breath, but they were dizzy. After a moment, I took the second breath, and I felt that I had no strength in my body.

From the owner of the house to the nursing home, to the guests who came to mourn in the courtyard, and the servants who were busy in the surrounding rooms, they were all top-heavy. One by one, they all fell to the ground one after another, losing consciousness and consciousness.

For a while, the tense and tense tension in the courtyard disappeared, leaving only the strong smell of medicine. And the great judge, who had already taken the antidote and was slowly falling in the white mist, was still standing, standing as tall as a pine.

The chief judge looked down at the owner of the house who had fallen to the ground in front of him, and before he saw that the other party was unconscious, he did not forget to reach out, grabbed his ankle, pulled his legs, and lifted up.

He was eager to stomp on the other man's back, breaking his spine and sternum. He has the ability to do it easily.

But at the moment when his feet were raised, the chief judge suddenly remembered in his mind what Liu Yang had to confess, and in order to avoid impulsiveness, the chief judge was like a monk and monk, and opened his mouth to mutter: "Good, good! ”。

The clouds covered the sun and the breeze rose, and the archjudge, whose impulse had quietly subsided, slowly lowered his feet. No longer glancing at the owner of the family, he walked around the unconscious other party to the coffin, only opened his lips a few times, but did not make a sound, and silently recited a series of incantations that he didn't know what they were.

The seven souls on the coffin lid shook, and the entire coffin lid of the coffin also shook gently, making a subtle creaking sound.

After a while, the seven soul qi took off the lid of the coffin one by one and flew up, heading towards the Grand Judge's hand. The moment the soul qi started, the Grand Judge's figure flickered, and he disappeared into the courtyard out of thin air, and he didn't know where to go......

Longjing Street is relatively connected to the west of Guanghua Street, and it is not far from Shalang Lane, where Mu Qingming lives.

Although the name of this street is called Longjing, it has nothing to do with tea. Just because there is an ancient well and a dragon king temple on this street, each of the two things takes a word to form the street name.

According to legend, in the early Ming Dynasty, people in Kunming dug soil and wells here. Just when I was about to see the water, I got a bronze mirror from the well that was still dry, I don't know what year and month it was made, but I know that the bronze mirror is new, no corrosion, no rust and as smooth as new. And on the back of the bronze mirror, there is also a dragon pattern. The bronze mirror was taken out of the soil, and with it came a bubbling spring. Such a miraculous thing sprung up like mushrooms after a rain, and soon spread, the ancestors felt that there should be a dragon in the ancient well, so they built a dragon king temple next to it, and offered incense.

Later, there was today's Longjing Street.

Walking on this street, Mu Qingming, who was walking slowly, told these common senses to the two disciples who followed him, and then involuntarily raised his hand and rubbed his left cheek, which was still slightly red.

Where I kneaded, I could vaguely see a five-finger print across my face.

"Master, does it still hurt?" Jiaoyun saw the guilt rise in his heart, and asked in a whisper that haunted his heart.

If it weren't for the fact that they looked different last night, and Mo Han saw the clue, and they were forced to tell Mu Qingming about the red jade of the Society, Mu Qingming would not have entered the house and slapped his daughter-in-law first.

Although Mu Qingming later made things clear, the apprentice was because he saw that the red jade was a painted skin, and the red jade was related to the matter of soul energy, so Mo Han was angry. But Kyaukyun felt guilty all night because of this.

On the other hand, Ah Hong, but he is very indifferent, so he doesn't feel so guilty. He started earlier than Jiaoyun, and he knew that Mo Han couldn't hurt Mu Qingming and was reluctant, so what else would he worry about?

In Ah Hong's opinion, if Mo Han was willing to die, Mu Qingming would have been beaten with a blue nose and swollen face last night.

"It's okay, it's still Kyaukyun who knows that it hurts. Ah, Hong, aren't you worried about being a teacher? Mu Qingming said this with a smile, turned his head to look at the grinning Ah Hong, and glared at the other party angrily.

Ah Hong is not afraid, he is no longer the Ah Hong who was dull and ignorant of the world in the past. In addition, he was used to joking with Mu Qingming in the past, and knew that that angry glare was not sincere, so he still smiled and said leisurely: "Master, my mother is reluctant to kill you." Beat you to death the child in her womb, won't our future junior brothers and sisters have no father? ”。

"You stinky boy." Mu Qingming raised his hand and patted the back of Ah Hong's head, and stopped on the street of Guanghua Street across Longjing Street.

A foot away from the side, there is a wine guise with black letters on a white background. When he looked at it, the entire street was covered with bits and pieces of invisible corpse gas, scattered everywhere in front of him.

Strands of restraining force were slowly emanating from these corpse qi.

"Looks like the paint didn't lie to us." Mu Qingming whispered to his apprentices, turned around and walked towards the shop with the wine guise hanging on the door.

Before entering the store, the running hall in the store carried a long white towel and greeted him with a smile: "What does the guest officer want to eat?" What to drink? ”。

Mu Qingming raised his eyes and swept the store, and saw that the store was indeed not big, with a counter and six square tables on the first floor, neatly arranged between the pillars. Each clean square table is surrounded by a stool.

After noon, the bustle in the store receded, and only the silence remained, just Mu Qingming and their three customers. Mu Qingming found a place near the counter and sat down, and asked the runner with a smile: "What are the special and delicious things in your store?" ”。

"Our beef and steamed vegetables are famous for their deliciousness." The trotting hall standing on the side was only the same age as Kyaukyun, but he was much more mature and sophisticated, and said with a smile at the moment: "Especially pumpkin steamed pork, that's a must." Make sure you've eaten it once and want to eat it again. ”。

"Okay, then let's have scrambled eggs and rice for these two." Mu Qingming didn't think about it, so he settled down.

"Okay." In response, the runner turned and headed towards the kitchen.

"Guest, don't you want a pot of wine?" At this time, the shopkeeper standing behind the counter raised his eyes to look at Mu Qingming, and asked with a smile.

"I still have something to do in a while, so I won't drink it today." Mu Qingming politely rejected the shopkeeper, paused and asked again: "The shopkeeper, I want to ask you about something." Did a thief claim to have bought seven silver coffin nails while drinking in your shop three days ago? ”。

The shopkeeper only thought about it for a moment, then recalled, nodded again and again: "Yes, that kid is a little famous thief in the city." His uncle, Zhu San of the small vegetable garden, is the brother of the boy. Zhu San didn't know what was wrong a few years ago, so he didn't dry his hands. So this uncle and nephew became the most famous thief and earth rat in the city. ”。

"I see." After listening to his words, Mu Qingming nodded slightly thoughtfully, and then asked along the way: "So, they are also more powerful earth rat thieves like Zhu San?" The silver nail that was sold as a coffin nail by the little thief was not dug up from the grave? ”。

Saying this, Mu Qingming secretly said in his heart: "It turned out to be someone that Zhu San knew. This saves a lot of trouble, just ask Zhu San to take me to find this thief. ”。

Just as he was thinking, the shopkeeper laughed and said nothing. Not only did he not answer, but he also deliberately dialed the abacus beads in his hand loudly.

"To listen to the story, you have to buy a jug of wine." On the shopkeeper's face, there was a little more cunning in the smile that lingered between his facial features.

"Two pots." Mu Qingming didn't bargain and said bluntly.

After the shopkeeper took two jugs of wine from the counter, he walked over slowly: "That's from the tomb." ”。

What else does the shopkeeper know? Find out what happens next, and listen to the next breakdown.