[The book continues from the above, the last book said that Mu Qingming was framed in the ghost market, was slandered as a murderer, and had to fight with the black-clothed people who maintained order in the black market, but fortunately the ghost city lord arrived in time, not only used a lion roar to temporarily stop the fierce fight between the two sides, but also took a closer look at the body of the nine-fingered trickster, and returned Mu Qingming's innocence; The old monk of the ghost city told Mu Qingming important clues and instructed Mu Qingming to chase the murderer. I never thought that after Mu Qingming informed Zhao Liang of this clue, the reply he got was that there was no such person. 】

The fluttering fireflies up and down, but they always revolve around the old monk, inseparable. There are also bursts of sandalwood fragrance emanating from the old monk's body.

After the old monk said this, his wise eyes swept over the crowd around him, and after standing up, he bowed slightly to Mu Qingming, and said loudly in an affirmative tone: "I also believe that this little brother does not have this ability at all; Although the qi in his body was very strange when he cast the spell just now, it was neither a Tao nor a Buddha, but he couldn't make the secret weapon turn. ”。 After saying this, the old monk's gaze moved down to Mu Qingming's right hand.

It was Mu Qingming's habitual hand; Those delicate hands, except for the thick calluses on the right side of the first knuckle of the middle finger, are white and tender, this is not the hand of a master of hidden weapons.

As for the calluses on Mu Qing's middle fingers, the old monk knew at a glance that it was made by holding the pen for a long time.

He then went on to tell what he had seen and thought; The old monk thought that someone threw a thin needle behind Mu Qingming and hit it on the table leg of the stall, so as to bury the foreshadowing of framing Mu Qingming. Then another person behind the Nine-Fingered Trickster sent another poisonous needle, which killed Nine-Fingers.

Just as Mu Qingming was about to investigate carefully, the murderer hiding behind him shouted again, causing the men in black to surround him, giving the two murderers a chance and time to escape.

Those black-clothed people also took advantage of the faint fire emitted from the lantern to carefully look at the neck of the nine-fingered trickster and the thin needles on the stall, as well as Mu Qingming's fingers for a while, and nodded in agreement with the city lord's words one after another.

Mo Han saw that the vigilance of the black-clothed people around him had disappeared, so he quietly knotted the magic seal in his hand, and after untying the fox fire, he stood side by side with Mu Qingming, who had a calm face, and quietly listened to the old monk continue to say to those black-clothed people: "What are you still doing in a daze, go search the mountain!" ”。

"Yes." The black-clothed people answered, turned away one after another, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

This time Mo Han was not happy, he had been tossing for most of the day just now, and the assassin had already run away, is it too late to search the mountain now? So she stepped forward and scolded the old monk angrily, "You deliberately let them go, right? They hit us first! ”。

Mu Qingming, who was quick-eyed, grabbed her right wrist that was clenched into a fist, and said urgently: "Forget it, let them catch the murderer first." ”。

It's not that Mu Qingming can't see the old monk's Xiao Jiujiu, but he also knows that everything can't be done. What's more, the old monk cleared his grievances just now, and he had to sell face to the other party.

And although Mo Han had fire, she listened to Mu Qingming's words the most, and when she saw that he said so, she had no choice but to suppress her anger and stop squeaking.

The crowd of onlookers then dispersed, and each set up his own stall. The ghost market, which was still in chaos, has regained its calm.

"Thank you." The old monk looked a little apologetic, and bowed slowly to Mu Qingming with his hands folded.

"The master belongs to Theravada Buddhism, right?" Mu Qingming looked at the old monk's outfit, and then looked at the fireflies dancing around his body, and said: "It is said that the cultivation of the masters of your sect can make the body show ten impurities after the end of life, this insect gathering is one of them, but I am afraid that the master is no longer a living person, right?" ”。 As he spoke, he glanced at the fireflies flying around the old monk, and sniffed out the sandalwood fragrance on the old monk's body, and there was a faint smell of corpses.

"The donor has good eyesight." The old monk did not deny it, but after smiling lightly, he said disapprovingly: "The old man is now a bardo body (that is, a living dead). ”。

"Well, no wonder you're here to manage the ghost market." Mu Qingming nodded slightly. According to the ancient books of the dragon lockers, after death, the corpse was transformed due to the action of some external force; And there are a total of eighteen external forces, so it will lead to eighteen kinds of corpse transformation.

The old monk's condition is also called a skin corpse, the skin of the whole corpse will never erode, but the internal organs will dry up and shrink, so the old monk looks very thin.

"Dare to ask where the benefactor is sacred?" The old monk then frowned, looked at Mu Qingming and asked curiously: "I just saw that the donor cast a spell, and the qi used is like a Tao and not a Buddha, it seems that it can breathe in the qi of heaven and earth anytime and anywhere, and the essence of the sun and the moon is injected into the internal qi to enhance the strength; It is really an unheard of cultivation method. ”。

"The master doesn't need to be curious, this is a family secret skill that is not easy to leak." Mu Qing replied with a smile.

The old monk also expressed his understanding, nodded and thought for a while, and said, "You are looking for nine fingers, is there something wrong?" ”。

Mu Qingming nodded his head and told the old monk again about asking the nine-fingered trickster, but he didn't say a word about why he asked.

"I was there that day. The person who came was a middle-aged man, who was five big and three thick; According to him, a person named Changshengdao told him such a clue. After thinking about it, the old monk thoughtfully told everything he knew as it was: "Then he gave Jiuzhi a piece of money, and then left." ”。

"Is it credible that the other party is a pig plower?" Mu Qing asked after listening quietly.

"Yes, Nine Fingers and I both smelled the blood of two or three domestic animals at his fingertips, which is definitely the only thing that has been chopped over concentrated livestock during the day." The old monk nodded heavily, and said affirmatively: "Even if you are a butcher, it is impossible for your fingertips to smell the blood of many animals. ”。

"Thank you." Mu Qingming thought for a while, and after bowing slightly to the old monk, he pulled up Mo Han and said, "Thank you Master today, let's say goodbye today; If there is time another day, Mu will definitely come to the door to thank him. Please make amends for me to the brothers who were beaten. ”。

"The donor is polite, if the donor's skills are really murderous, they would have gone to the Western Elysium long ago." The old monk clasped his hands together and smiled, and said, "The donor remembers, the person who came that day was a lame man. Walk always one high and one low. ”。

"Well, I made a note of it, thanks Master." Mu Qingming let go of Mo Han again, followed the other party's appearance and folded his hands and saluted, before taking Mo Han down the mountain......

One day later, the thirtieth year of the Chinese New Year's Eve.

In the whole city of Kunming, there are joys everywhere, and from time to time you can still hear the sound of firecrackers everywhere in the city. The streets and alleys are also more lively than ever, even Sala Lane, which is famous for being haunted and rarely visited in the daytime.

Miao Jue stood in front of the open gate, holding a paste bucket and the word Fu, and was pasting the word Fu on the door.

Zhao Liang, who was neatly dressed, strode towards this side with a fresh grass carp in his hand. When he stood outside the door, he bowed his hand to Na Miaojie and said politely: "Miaozhuo, Wishing you prosperity and good fortune." ”。

Miao Jue just glanced at Zhao Liang at the moment, and after brushing the paste on the door, he asked cheekily: "Just say, Inspector, why don't you have a red envelope for this New Year?" I've got you covered. ”。

Zhao Liang was stunned when he heard this, but when he heard that Miaojue had prepared a red envelope for him, he was immediately overjoyed, and hurriedly took out a red envelope and handed it to Miaojue.

After Miaojue pasted the word Fu upside down on the door, he bit the handle of the brush paste in his mouth, took the silver dollar, took out a red envelope from his pocket and handed it to Zhao Liang, and said vaguely: "Good luck, good fortune." ”。

I didn't expect that there was really a red envelope, so I hurriedly took it and opened it, and the joy on my face suddenly disappeared. I saw that in the small red envelope, there were only six silver horns (one silver dollar can be exchanged for ten silver horns), but Zhao Liang gave a wonderful piece of ocean.

Zhao Liang slowly raised his head, pointed at Miao Jue with his finger and scolded: "The master and the slave are all the same, they are all slamming the door." Ignoring the wonderful smiling and grinning that he didn't fight back, he strode across the threshold and went straight into the courtyard.

He went to the kitchen first, and saw Mo Han wearing a girdle inside, busy cooking; After hurriedly handing the fresh fish in his hand to Mo Han, he smiled and said, "Sister-in-law, happy and auspicious New Year." ”。

"Here, you say you can come, what fish do you bring? Then go to the hall and drink some tea and wait for dinner. Mo Han asked, but his hand was not idle, and he took the fish and put it on the cutting board. At the same time, he picked up the kitchen knife with the other hand, and slapped the fresh fish that was still bouncing with the back of the knife.

"I won't drink the tea first, what should I do with Brother Mu? Isn't he there? Zhao Liang asked again and again with a smile.

"Oh, he's writing couplets in the study, go ahead." Mo Han replied and went back to his own business. Zhao Liang thanked him, turned around and left the kitchen, and walked towards the hall.

After entering the hall, I turned right and stood in the study on the right side of the main room.

As soon as he entered the house, he saw the innocent and lovely Mei Xiang standing on the small stool in front of the bookcase, stretching out her head and staring at her eyes wide open, looking at Mu Qingming, who was standing behind the bookcase, holding a horn purple pen, and writing couplets on the red paper spread out on the table.

Zhao Liang took a closer look, but saw that Mu Qingming's pen was like flowing water, the penmanship was subdued and frustrated, and the priorities of the book were just right, and he wrote a good hand of dragons and phoenixes in one go.

"Brother, do you still have this hand?" After Zhao Liang walked to the bookcase and stood still, he looked at the strong and powerful couplet written by Mu Qingming, stroked his palms and said, "You are Wang Xizhi in the world." ”。 As soon as he finished speaking, he found that he didn't know any of Mu Qingming's writing, they were all Xiaoshu, and he was a little embarrassed.

"Wang Xizhi is the best in the world, how can I compare with him." Mu Qingming raised his head, glanced at Zhao Lianghou, continued to write the couplet, and said slowly: "Besides, why can't I remember that my mother gave birth to such a brother as you?" ”。

One sentence choked Zhao Liang back, which made Mei Xiang, the little girl, cover her mouth and laugh.

Zhao Liang is also very cheeky, and he doesn't mind at the moment, so he hurriedly took out a handful of fruit candy and handed it to Mei Xiang, saying, "Uncle Zhao invites you to eat candy." ”。

After Mei Xiang took the candy, she stopped laughing at him.

Zhao Liang continued to look around at the simplely arranged study, and after each bookcase was pasted with rune paper, he asked leisurely: "Brother Mu, why are you still sticking ghost talismans on the bookcase here?" I'm afraid the ghost will steal your book. ”。

"That's Gu Xia Wen, why did it become a ghost drawing talisman in your mouth?" After Mu Qingming put down the brush in his hand, he looked at Zhao Liang, who was wandering around, and asked: "If you have something to say, don't learn it if you don't know how to flatter." ”。

"Oh." Zhao Liang, who answered, walked to the bookcase again and said slowly: "Yesterday, my brothers and I worked overtime to check the fifteen pig cutters in the city, but none of them were lame, but none of them were mad. In short, there is no such person. ”。

Why can't the pigman clue match? What went wrong in the detection of details? Find out what happens next, and listen to the next breakdown.

Theravada Buddhism in the Small Theater of the Lock Dragon People - Southern Buddhism, also known as Theravada Buddhism. It refers to Buddhism that is now prevalent in Southeast Asia in Vietnam, Thailand, Myanmar, Laos, Cambodia and the Dai region of Yunnan Province in China. It is a sect of tribal Buddhism after the primitive Buddhist period. 】