[The book continues from the above, and the last book said that Mu Qingming only showed a little might, and he deterred the painted skin red jade. And promised to let Ruby go as long as she answered the question. After weighing it repeatedly, Hongyu still agreed to Mu Qingming's request, and after explaining the soul qi to him in detail, she informed him that she had met a little thief a few days ago, and she had the soul qi on her body. If you find this little thief, you will be able to find the soul. led out Mu Qing and left without looking back, leaving the painted skin Hongyu alone to sit alone in the empty room of the ancient mansion, only a little gloomy and sad. The next day, the Grand Judge of the Immortal Dao, who had gone to the city to look for the soul qi, found Guanghua Street, and after searching around, he saw the breath of the soul qi and entered a courtyard with a mourning hall. 】

After Mu Qingming said that his name disappeared out of thin air, he left a sentence: "I will ask the monks of Tanhua Temple for you, as long as you don't peel the skin anymore, they can't hunt you down anymore." Accumulate more virtue and strive to be reincarnated as soon as possible. In the haunted house, reverberating around the beams above the red jade's head.

Outside the house, a few soft thin clouds lingered on the edge of the moon that had begun to sink in the west, and the cool night breeze blew through the city and into the small building where Hongyu was.

Under the silent moonlight scattered all over the ground, Mu Qingming's last answer, the voice brought by it also drifted away with the wind.

Hongyu stared at the direction in which Mu Qingming disappeared, and looked at it for a long time, but only saw the ghostly ghost fire flying in the hall, and a few poisonous insects that crawled to the door of the bedroom, but did not dare to enter the house, but wandered away for a while.

Only Mu Qingming was missing.

Half a day ago, Hongyu was still thinking about Mu Qingming's good skin, and she was determined to get it. Now looking at the cold moonlight left in the empty house, and the night wind swirling and flying, she felt lost and rising, and her heart was always empty, and she couldn't help but feel sad.

It seems that Mu Qingming's departure has emptied her heart.

Stunned, Hongyu continued to stare at the void in front of her, still unable to see Mu Qingming, who was gone.

After a long time, a sigh sounded in the lonely haunted mansion, echoing in the moonlight......

The next day, it was another sunny day.

There is not even a single cloud in the clear sky, like a piece of pure jasper, and when you look up, there is always an illusion in the silence that makes people feel like they are in a different world.

The chief judge of the Immortal Dao, I don't know where to find an old dress with a few patches and some peculiar smells, and reluctantly put it on, and after bringing a broken straw hat, he collected and hid the evil qi in his body, went down to the West Mountain and boarded the ferry on the edge of Dianchi Lake, crossed Dianchi Lake in a small wooden boat, and entered the city along the Daguan River.

The Grand Judge entered the city with only one purpose, and that was to find the soul qi that was most likely sold by the thieves.

He tried his best to avoid the two places of Shala Lane and Yulongdui, and searched around the city aimlessly, and finally found a few faint soul breaths.

Looking for the soul breath that had faded away, there was still a little soul breath left, and he turned around the city again, and when he turned to the middle of the sun, the chief judge found the soul breath and came to Guanghua Street in the city.

If you want to say that the city of Kunming, full of the fragrance of books, the first thing to bear the brunt of is this next to the most prosperous Nanzheng Street in Kunming (today's Zhengyi Road), Guanghua Street in an east-west direction. This is the book market of Kunming City, the indispensable Spring City Cultural District.

On both sides of Guanghua Street, which is also paved with smooth bluestone slabs, there are rows of small buildings in traditional Chinese, Western or a combination of Chinese and Western styles under the shade of trees. These small, modest buildings are two- or three-storey, and like most of the shops in the city, they are inhabited at the top and the ground floor facing the street below.

It's a little better, and there are quiet exquisite courtyards behind the building.

Since the beginning of the Republic of China, there have been a lot of bookstores and booksellers to settle here, there are shops to open bookstores, there are no shops to use a bamboo pole to build a simple shelf, on which to install a simple tarpaulin canopy, three sides and then use tarpaulin and other things to cover up the wind and rain, the books are slightly classified and piled up on two stools, speed up the wooden board to build a stall.

Sometimes you can see storytellers setting up a small stall here, the table is set up in a shocking place, sitting on a chair and shaking the small fan gently, drinking a sip of tea to moisten the throat, and then patting the shocking wood, and beginning to tell the audience about the legendary stories of princes and generals, children of rivers and lakes, or talented and beautiful women.

From time to time, there will be some interesting stories and new things in the city, which can also be brought to the table by the storytellers of Spring City.

When Mu Qingming was framed and killed his shopkeeper, and the 'bell' who had planned was imprisoned, there were also storytellers who told his story here.

However, in the hearts of the people in the city, Mu Qingming has never been as attractive as the legendary stories of princes and generals, the sons and daughters of the rivers and lakes, and the talented and beautiful people. The storytellers tried to speculate, but in vain.

And after the Grand Judge came to Guanghua Street, he did not rush to find the soul breath on the street and find the whereabouts of the soul energy. The first is that the aura of the soul on this street has not faded over time like the aura of other places.

The second is that he has been walking without stopping for most of the day, and it is time for the Five Organs Temple to be sacrificed. So I found a roadside stall at the end of the street, sat down and ordered a few small dishes to stir-fry at random, planning to eat and drink enough to find the soul qi.

While waiting for the food, the chief judge looked around and saw that there were indeed many bookstalls and bookstores around, but he didn't see antique shops and antique stalls for the time being, wondering if he was looking for the wrong place?

But there is indeed a lot of soul energy on this street, scattered on the bluestone streets, I am afraid that after the soul energy is sold by the thieves, it will be brought to this street, so many traces will be left.

The chief judge put away the doubts that had been lingering in his heart before and began to concentrate on eating.

After eating and drinking, he put the money on the table, got up and left.

The midday sun was just right, dazzling and scorching. The Great Judge, whose face was covered with shadows under the straw hat, shrouded his facial features. His piercing eyes looked as he walked, and finally stopped in the middle of the not-so-long street, in front of a house with a couplet hanging high on the door.

In the solemn and solemn cry, the cry vaguely came from behind the door, sad and whirling with the wind.

This is a family that is doing a funeral. And in the eyes of the Grand Judge, there was a pitch-black corpse qi containing binding power inside the door, which was rising in a steady stream, overflowing with the wind. And it poured out of the open gate that welcomed the guests who came to pay their respects, and drifted out into the street.

That was the breath of the soul qi, and the soul qi refined by the Immortal Dao must be in the family's house.

Under the dazzling sun, the chief judge standing on the street where people came and went, stared at the door of this funeral house, and after concentrating on it for a long time, he secretly thought to himself: "Could it be that these ordinary people use their soul qi as coffin nails?" ”。

As soon as the thought came to him, the Grand Judge secretly cursed these people in his heart for destroying the heavens. is a good soul, and it was actually used to nail the coffin lid, which made the chief judge cry and laugh.

After another moment, the Grand Judge strode forward and strode towards the house opposite that was doing the white joy.

It is said that the dead are great, but the chief judge can't care so much. The soul qi is immortal, and he has to retrieve it no matter what. What's more, this is a killer weapon to deal with the dragon lockers, staying in the city is only afraid of long nights and dreams.

Not to mention that there is a mourning hall in that house, even if it is hell, the Grand Judge can only break through.

When he reached the door, before the receptionist could see his face, the Grand Judge shook his figure and disappeared at the door of the family.

The person standing outside the door frowned, and his mouth let out a surprised sound: "Huh? ”。 At the same time, he raised his hand and rubbed his eyes vigorously, but he only saw the excitement of people coming and going, and thought that he was dazzled, so he didn't care.

At this time, the chief judge had already stood in the courtyard behind the family's small building. The small courtyard was already small, but it had been arranged as a mourning hall at this time, which made it even more crowded.

The Grand Judge of the Immortal Dao crowded behind the crowd, looked forward, and saw the word "Dian" in the big book, and the couplet on the left and right that summarized the main merits of the deceased's life. On both sides, there are many couplets, as well as sacrificial flags given by relatives and friends. Look at the word "lai" below, is the offering table in front of the mourning hall, on which the sacrifices are placed, mostly dishes and fruits, and the incense candles on both sides are hot; The everlasting lamp that burns all the time without extinguishing is also on it.

Behind the offering table is a solemn and generous, colorful and orderly coffin. From the materials used to the gilding on the outside of the coffin, they are all the materials and craftsmanship of the upper layer.

It can be seen that this family is not a poor person, otherwise it would be a hasty matter to wrap a straw mat in a corpse.

But none of these things caught the attention of the Grand Judge, and his gaze kept wandering around the coffin board that had been built, and the seven offspring nails (coffin nails) nailed to it.

Seven nails sparkled and shimmered with silver. Streams of corpse qi, which are invisible to the naked eye but contain powerful binding power, are constantly emanating from these nails. One of the nails, according to custom, was only half driven and not nailed at all. The exposed section is engraved with many twisted talismans, like tadpoles.

It is the soul that the Grand Judge is seeking.

"Seven, plus the eight in the hands of the master brother in the stronghold, it's only eleven or fifteen. So where did the rest of the soul go? The Grand Judge thought to himself, and scrambled forward in the crowd, toward the coffin.

The others noticed the abnormality and turned their eyes to this eye-catching judge. The Grand Judge turned a blind eye to this, and walked to the coffin without looking back.

Just when he was only half a foot away from the coffin, a man dressed in linen and filial piety, with a sturdy but not tall figure, blocked his way. The man's eyes were full of confusion, and when he looked the great judge who was a head above him up and down, he suddenly asked, "Who are you?" ”。

"Get out of the way, or I'll let you lie down in the coffin." Under the blazing sun, the Grand Judge said coldly to the man.

The slightly narrowed eyes burst out with a cold killing intent with ill intentions, and as his gaze moved forward, he collided with the man's angry gaze in the air.

"My father is mourned, and the dead are great. I don't care who you are, don't make trouble today. I never thought that the man was not afraid of the face of the chief judge at all, and immediately opened his mouth and said in a deep voice: "If you know each other, get out of here." Otherwise, I'll ask the nurses to help you out!" ”。

As he spoke, he raised his hand and gently patted the top of his head twice.

As soon as the applause rang out, seven or eight sturdy men with long sticks or machetes, also covered in linen, rushed out of the surrounding buildings.

Will the Grand Judge be able to regain his soul? Find out what happens next, and listen to the next breakdown.

[The righteous road of the Lock Dragon Man Small Theater - Kunming's righteous road was called at the beginning of the city's construction, and it is impossible to verify it, but I know that this road was a lot of small sections in the past. There are five torii arches on the road, the most famous of which is today's Justice Square. Since 1915, when Yunnan opposed Yuan Shikai's restoration and took the lead in holding an uprising to protect the country, it took the meaning of "justice to be served", changed the south gate to "justice gate", and from the north of the justice gate to Mashikou was collectively referred to as "justice road", and since then these short circuits have been unified with names. 】