[The book continues from the above, and the last book said that even though the wind and rain were rapid, the abbot of Tanhua Temple still went to the appointment as scheduled, and rushed to meet Mu Qingming in the Shala Lane in the rain. But seeing that there was no evil spirit and yin in the small courtyard of the Mu family, and then observing the Mu family with the eyes of the law, not only did he not notice that they had traces of evil people, but also did not find that Mu Qingming had traces of murdering the leper monk, the abbot of Yingkong temporarily decided to change his plan, not to test Mu Qingming, but to straightforwardly explain his intentions, and confess to Mu Qingming about the attack on the leper monk. Led out of the wind and rain, after the abbot Yingzheng explained his intention to his junior brother Yingzheng, he asked Mu Qingming to help him find out the murderer of the leper monk who killed his junior brother. And the Grand Judge of the Immortal Dao also climbed Shizhai Mountain on this rainy night, looking for something all over the mountains under the wind and rain. 】

Under the thick dark clouds that covered the entire night sky, there were continuous rains falling from the sky, enveloping the entire Spring City inside and outside. The biting coolness, as well as the cold dampness, all overflowed with the wind and rain unscrupulously diffused in the city.

It seems that the rain will not stop tonight.

And in the small courtyard of the Mu family, the verdant grass and trees that Mo Han and Mu Qingming carefully cared for were also swaying left and right in the increasingly strong howling wind.

Crackling raindrops hit the trees, and sometimes the strong wind carried the green leaves of the branches. As soon as the servant hit the ground, the green leaves were soaked with stagnant water all over the ground.

The main hall is brightly lit.

In front of the table of the Eight Immortals in the middle of the depths, it is placed in a three-legged brazier on the ground with a painted wood carved base. Little by little, the flames licked the charcoals that had been piled up, burning them red inside and out.

With a few crackling sounds, the sparks slowly swirled and flew away with a puff of green smoke from the charcoal under the flames, slowly spinning towards the heights.

Mars flew higher and higher, and gradually dimmed. Eventually, it turned to ashes and landed in the brazier or on the edge of the brazier.

Green smoke blurred the portrait of Emperor Jun hanging high on the wall behind the table of the Eight Immortals. For the look and facial features of the gods in the painting, it adds a bit of * and solemnity, and also doubles the sense of mystery.

The abbot of Yingkong, who was sitting opposite Mu Qingming, had some thoughts wandering as he spoke, and the shocking wounds on the leper monk's body became clear little by little in his mind.

After saying this, the abbot of Yingkong stopped speaking, but when he sighed, he hurriedly lowered his head, as if he was afraid that Mu Qingming would see the sad look on his face.

Nowadays, the monks in this Tanhua Temple have the best relationship between the abbot of Yingkong and the leper monk. The other monks did not keep their distance from him because of his appearance and the sore on his head. is afraid of his eyes that are different from ordinary people, and he respectfully stays away from the leper monk.

It is precisely because the relationship between the abbot of Yingkong and the leper monk is good that he is temporarily reluctant to repeat the attack on the leper monk, and then describe what the leper monk who was killed by the murderer looks like now.

For a while, the abbot of Yingkong had no choice but to remain silent.

It happened that Miaole had made hot tea in the kitchen and brought it in, and Mu Qing said to the abbot of Yingkong: "First drink hot tea to warm up your body; Don't rush, let's take our time. ”。

Having said that, Mu Qingming was still a little suspicious in his heart, and secretly thought: "That leper monk can't be dead, right?" ”。

And the abbot of Yingkong took the teacup presented by Miaole, and did not take a sip, but just stared at the slowly rotating water waves in the clear and translucent tea soup in the steaming cup, and still remained silent.

Mu Qingming and the others were very patient, and they didn't urge, and drank tea by themselves.

"I'll tell you." Yingzheng, who had been impatient for a while, couldn't wait to get up before he could savor a few sips of hot tea, looked around at Mu Qingming and a few of them who locked the dragon, and said in an anxious and fast tone: "On the third night after Young Master Mu found my junior brother Leper Monk, a murderer sneaked into the flower field and attacked our junior brother. This man was extremely fast, ruthless and accurate, and we didn't notice his presence until he had finished attacking. But when the abbot took us to the flower field, the murderer was nowhere to be found. ”。

"And our junior brother, the leper monk, has fallen in a pool of blood. His eyes had been blinded by the murderer, his ears had been pierced, and his tongue had been pulled out. After a pause, when Mu Qingming's eyes fell on Yingzheng's face, he spoke in a hurry and fast, and then said: "I led a few monks to look around in the surrounding forests, not to mention that the murderer was not found, and even his breath disappeared without a trace. Only in the flower field, there are still traces of evil magic, and there is a cold and evil aura that seems to be nothing, so we expect that the murderer must be an evil person. ”。

At this point, the abbot of Yingkong blurted out another long sigh. There was still sadness and regret in the sigh.

The wind and rain outside the house were shaking, and the water in front of the ring corridor did not stop, and a water curtain was practiced in front of the door. Mu Qingming raised his head, stared at the water curtain by the light in the room, frowned slightly and pondered for a while, then turned his head to look at the abbot of Yingkong, who was still slightly bowing, and asked lightly: "So you have been following me for the past three months, thinking that I am a murderer." Is it because I looked for the leper monk privately three days before he was killed? ”。

Mo Han was already glaring at the abbot of Yingkong angrily, but when he saw this bald old monk, he finally raised his eyes, glanced at Mu Qingming, whose eyes and face were very calm, and when guilt and apology gradually appeared on his face, he slowly nodded his head a little.

"Did you put your brains in your mother's womb?" Mo Han immediately raised his eyebrows, displeasure and anger appeared in his eyes, and he quickly spread to his face, ignoring everything else, and asked the abbot of Yingkong sharply: "If we want to harm him, we have to wait until three days later?" You can kill him that night, so why bother? If I had known that you were so wolf-hearted, I wouldn't have had to give the leper monk the pill that relieved the ghost qi in his body at that time. ”。

The tone was not only angry and resentful, but also a little contempt and contempt.

Mo Han rarely gets angry, and he has a gentle temperament in the past. Only when others dare to be disrespectful to Mu Qingming, or frame and hurt Mu Qingming, will her temperament suddenly change drastically. As impatient and irritable as now.

And Mu Qingming's disciple, Ah Hong, who admired and admired him, immediately said indignantly: "Is it impossible for a good person to do it these days?" ”。

Every word not only made the abbot of Yingkong even more ashamed, but also said that Yingzheng, who has always had a hot temper, was also speechless and speechless for a while.

"Please forgive the donor, the old man also saw that the life of the junior brother was worse than death, and he couldn't speak, see, hear, and can't ask the murderer's appearance." In the end, the abbot of Yingkong still raised his head and patiently explained to Mu Qingming: "This is just a moment of confusion, and this is why I suddenly doubted you." ”。

The charcoal in the brazier made a crackling sound again. There was another spark rising again with the heat, and the apology and shame on the face of the abbot of Yingkong did not decrease but increased.

"We have never had any contact or intersection, and you don't know us, but it's not strange that you don't know." Mu Qingming, who didn't care, shook his head and said lightly: "Although we are unhappy with Tanhua Temple's malicious suspicion without asking clearly this time, we don't care too much, and the abbot master doesn't have to be difficult to let go." ”。

But in his heart, he was secretly guessing that if this matter hadn't been for the abbot of Yingkong's lie, that ruthless murderer would have something to do with the Immortal Dao again.

"The wood donor is open-minded, but it makes the old man ashamed." Finally, the abbot of Yingkong did not bow his head again, but looked at Mu Qingming's eyes, begging in the eyes of the four eyes, and sincerely begged the other party, and said: "But it is about punishing the murderer and giving the old brother an explanation, and my temple is not capable of tracking down the murderer, and please don't hold grudges against the Mu Shi, and wish the old man a hand." ”。

As soon as these words came out, Mo Han raised the corners of his mouth slightly and sneered, and the disdain in his eyes did not decrease but increased. Without waiting for Mu Qingming to agree, Mo Han asked cautiously and repeatedly, "Aren't we evil?" Will the wicked man help you? Old bald donkey, are you dreaming? ”。

"Fox demon, shut up for me!" Although the abbot of Yingkong was a word, his junior brother Yingzheng couldn't listen to it anymore. Immediately, his eyes widened angrily, and he stared at Mo Han and roared angrily.

An angry roar suddenly made Miao Le Miaotian and Ah Hong stand up from the chair at once, and the teacups in their hands fell one after another, and immediately the tea splashed and the broken porcelain ejected.

Immediately, in the tense main hall, the air was filled with tension and dullness. The night wind outside the house let out a long and sharp howl......

The dense rain hit the Dianchi Lake, and the strong wind in the rain blew the lake surface that should be calm into a series of huge waves, constantly rushing ashore, washing the beach and the stones, grass and trees on the shore.

Standing on the Shizhai Mountain by the Dianchi Lake, it was also shrouded in rain and fog by showers.

Every grass, every stone, and every inch of land on the mountain has been soaked by the rain. In the hazy rain and fog, not only the smell of dampness is diffused on the mountain, but also the mud and grass emit a faint fresh smell after being stained with rainwater.

In this hazy rain and mist, the Grand Judge of the Immortal Dao, with his brows tightly locked, holding the hem of his robe in one hand and an umbrella in the other, walked slowly on the Shizhai Mountain under the rain and fog.

He kept walking and stopping, his eyes constantly looking around to the left and right. It seems that he wants to find something in the dark night, among the rapid raindrops that keep falling from the sky.

The dampness of this rainy day and the mud under his feet made it difficult for this evil man with great powers to walk an inch in the mountains. However, this only made the Grand Judge's brows furrowed and a little irritated, but he did not stop his search.

Although the mountain was not high, he walked for nearly half an hour before crossing the hillside and reaching the top of the mountain that was inaccessible.

The night rain in the wind was even more urgent, constantly hitting the oil-paper umbrella in his hand, making a crackling sound. The Grand Judge of the Immortal Dao, who was standing on the top of the mountain, looked around without saying a word.

He was still searching, looking for a tomb that Liu Yang secretly sent someone to emerge from the top of this mountain a hundred days ago. According to what Liu Yang told him, there was an ancient bronze coffin and an ancient corpse buried in the tomb, and on the ancient corpse, there were thirty-six silver nails made according to the method recorded in the ancient testament.

And after these thirty-six silver nails are buried with the ancient corpse during the day, they absorb the corpse qi of the ancient corpse, which can produce a strong binding force, and will also emit a powerful corpse qi that is invisible to the naked eye.

These thirty-six silver nails are called - Soul Qi.

Who invented it? It's been too old to be studied. I only know that the ancients used it to nail it to the corpse of their enemy, which could bind the soul in the corpse and make it never reborn.

The purpose of the Immortal Dao Grand Judge's trip was to find the thirty-six silver nail soul qi.

Will Mu Qingming promise to help Tanhua Temple? Did the Grand Judge find his soul? Find out what happens next, and listen to the next breakdown.