"Master. What if the pretending to be done really takes us as murderers and escorts us to the government to ask for merit? Li Xiaomai took advantage of the fact that the officers and soldiers were not paying attention, lowered his voice, and secretly said to Mo Wuwen.

"If Dutou wants to arrest us, those officers and soldiers in Dongming Mountain can catch us, and he will let us go and recapture us, so why bother." Mo Wuwen also replied softly.

"What a noise!" An officer and soldier came over and knocked Li Xiaomai on the head with a gun, and Li Xiaomai stopped squeaking and followed the officers and soldiers, thinking that there was a chance to see that I would not clean you up.

Soon, Dutou took them to the Shunzi Mansion Sixi Prison for temporary detention, and after entering the prison, they worshipped the prison god Gaotao and were taken into a gloomy cage.

The interior of the low cell, with barbed wire, and the walls are quicksand. Mo Wuwen checked the literature of the dragon kiln in the library and saw that the quicksand wall of the Song Dynasty prison would be drowned to death if the prisoners wanted to dig the wall and escape.

The narrow beds in the cell were made of brick steps, topped with straw mats and straw, and there was a bucket beside the bed, and I don't know what it was used for. The adjacent beds were only separated by wooden sticks, and Mo Wuwen could see Li Xiaomai and Li Xiaohe on the opposite side, as well as the shopkeeper in the corner of the cell and Wang Jin's father and son, so they winked at them and greeted them.

When the head came over, he brought a lot of food and drinks to the cell boss, and he directly sent Mo Wuwen and them to the prison. The cell boss only knows how to eat and drink, and he ignores them, and they search them. The prisoners who were locked up in the prison were woken up, and they only looked at them numbly, then closed their eyes and went back to sleep.

The door of the cell was opened, and the drunken cell boss turned around to see that there was no special movement, and then locked the cell door and resumed drinking.

As the night deepened, and the snoring of the guards outside the cell door could be heard, he loosened the rope and raised his hand to Li Xiaomai to signal that he could start moving.

Li Xiaomai also quickly untied the rope, used a knife to reach into the lock hole, and then gently poked to open the door lock, and then tiptoed out to open the door lock of Mo Wuwen and Li Xiaohe in turn.

Mo Wuwen stretched out his finger to his lips to shush the stunned Wang Jin, moved his head and motioned for Wang Jin to go in and wake up the sleeping Wang Jin. After Li Xiaomai quickly opened the door, he turned around and walked to the cell where the shopkeeper of the Sunset Inn was kept.

The dazed shopkeeper was quickly covered by Li Xiaohe, and when the shopkeeper opened his eyes with a whining shout, he saw Mo Wuwen lowering his voice and saying to him, "Shopkeeper, I'm here to save you out, remember to follow us and don't make a sound." ”

The shopkeeper immediately nodded in agreement, and Li Xiaomai used a knife to cut the rope that bound the shopkeeper. They were so careless that everyone escaped from their cells and none of the other prisoners were awakened.

As long as Li Xiaomai unlocked the last door, they could escape from the Sixi Prison in Zifufu. Click, Li Xiaomai opened the door and opened it gently, and saw the jailers all falling asleep on the messy table.

At this moment, there was a sudden loud bang, and the iron door of the cell was slammed open and fell to the ground with a bang, and the drunken jailers were immediately awakened and picked up the knives on the ground and slashed at the door without looking.

The sound of the brush began, and from outside the door flashed like lightning, a hairy hand dodged the knife that slashed at it, grabbed the jailer's neck and twisted it hard, and after the click, the jailer's head drooped, and he didn't even have time to shout, and died.

When they reacted, the gray-eyed mandrill with the cheeks of a monkey with gray eyes like a bell had already appeared in front of them. The mandrill no longer attacked the jailers who were trembling with knives, but rushed towards the weak Wang Zhen with teeth and claws.

Mo Wuwen hurriedly snatched the knife from the jailer beside him and slashed at the mandrill's shoulder. The mandrill screamed too hard to dodge, and gray blood splattered all over the room. The furious mandrill endured the pain and lifted the wine table and smashed it towards Mo Wuwen, and the plates and bowls fell to the ground with a bang, and Mo Wuwen made the fragments on the ground slip and the knife fell to the ground.

The mandrill lifted the huge right foot and stepped on it fiercely, and in a hurry, Mo Wuwen poked the demon refining pot in his hand at the soles of the mandrill's feet without thinking. When there was a fluttering sound, if the soles of the mandrill's feet were burned and wisps of ash smoke were emitted, the feet that the mandrill stepped on disappeared in an instant. The mandrill hurriedly withdrew its legless leg and fell to the ground with a bang, and Mo Wuwen also took the opportunity to poke at the fallen mandrill, and the sneering sound sounded, and the mandrill turned into wisps of gray smoke and was sucked into the pot by the demon refining pot.

The jailers who were stupidly frightened and collapsed to the ground watched in amazement, and they broke out of the cage, but they didn't know how to stand up and block it.

Outside the cell, Mo Wuwen found the carriage that Dutou had prepared for them. Mo Wuwen hurriedly said to the shopkeeper with an ignorant face: "Send us to the Heavenly Master Temple to find the real murderer." ”

"Oooh." The shopkeeper should get on the horse trembling with the end of the silence, but he raised the whip but was stupid and motionless.

"Shopkeeper, let's go!" Li Xiaomai shouted in the carriage.

"Go, where are you going?" At this time, the shopkeeper's mind was full of mandrills, and he didn't know what he was doing.

"Go to the Heavenly Master Temple!" Li Xiaomai was anxious and yelled at the shopkeeper.

"God, where is the Heavenly Master Temple?" The shopkeeper held a horsewhip and looked east and west, but could not find the north.

"Shopkeeper, come down and let me drive!" Wang Jin jumped out of the carriage and walked to the horse, let the frightened shopkeeper sit in the carriage, and drove the carriage all the way to the Heavenly Master's Mansion in Dongmingshan Village.

I can finally breathe a sigh of relief, but what happened in the prison made Mo Wuwen unsure why the mandrill came over and attacked Wang Zhen instead of others. And the last time Wang Jin mentioned the Gray Realm, Wang Jin's reaction was different, could it be that Wang Zhen had anything to do with the Gray Realm? However, the top priority is to find a murderer who kills the Heavenly Master Fu Dao Chief, and Mo Wuwen temporarily hides his doubts about Wang Jin in his heart.

By the time Wang Jin arrived at Dongming Mountain in his carriage, it was already dark, and he saw a Taoist priest at the entrance of the village banging a gong, followed by a group of Taoist priests lining up in a long queue to get water from a nearby well.

"What are these Taoist priests doing?" Li Xiaomai felt strange that when the Taoist chief died, they went to fetch water.

"The Taoist priest is asking the water to do things, called "Du Qiao". It is to let the soul of the Taoist master pass through the Nai He Bridge smoothly and safely, and cleanse the soul. Then the Taoist priests burned incense and paper money by the well, reciting scriptures, and transcending the souls of the dead. Wang Jin said that even if he has lived in the middle of nowhere for a long time, he still often encounters villagers doing things.

"Brother Wang, you and the shopkeeper park the carriage at the Sunset Inn, and let's go to the Heavenly Master's Mansion to have a look." Mo Wuwen and Li Xiaomai, the two brothers, chose a remote alley and quietly walked towards the Heavenly Master's Mansion.

Most of the Taoist priests were chanting by the well, but the solemn Heavenly Master's Mansion was deserted. Mo Wuwen climbed up from the big tree on the edge of the house to see that there was no one around, so he and Li Xiaomai jumped into the wall and sneaked to the main hall.

In the mourning hall erected in the main hall, in front of the coffin of the Taoist chief, a small table was placed with a shengzi measuring rice, which was filled with rice, and three lit incense sticks were inserted in the rice, and two small candles and two large candles were placed next to it. A Taoist priest holds a whip tied with paper and stands in front of the coffin to chant sutras.

Mo Wuwen quietly walked into the Taoist priest's side and asked, "How did the Taoist chief die?" ”

The little Taoist priest who was concentrating on reciting the scriptures did not notice the arrival of the end of the world, and when he heard a sudden voice behind him, he couldn't help but shake his shoulders in fright, and almost landed the paper whip in his hand. Turning around, he looked at Mo Wuwen with panicked eyes and said, "You, who is it!" ”

"Dao Chief, we have no ill intentions. We just want to find out the truth about the killing of the Michicho. Mo Wuwen tried to lower his tone and speak, not wanting to frighten the Taoist priest.

But the Taoist priest didn't listen to what he didn't hear, so he ran out of the door.

"Hey, hey, hey." Li Xiaomai hurriedly chased after him.

"Stop chasing, Xiaomai. We are waiting for the return of those Taoist priests who have passed the soul of the Dao Elder. Mo Wuwen stopped Li Xiaomai and carefully observed the mourning hall. If he wanted to know the truth of the matter, Mo Wuwen felt that he first had to gain the trust of the Taoist priests.

The sound of footsteps came from outside the hall, and a large group of Taoist priests with swords rushed to surround the outside of the mourning hall. The Taoist priest who took the lead and the older one pointed his sword at Mo Wuwen, who was walking at the gate of the hall, and shouted, "Who are you!" Dare to pretend to be a Heavenly Master, don't you want to live anymore! ”

"Dao Chief. I didn't pretend to be a Heavenly Master, I just looked a little like a Heavenly Master. No matter how stupid I am, I won't play the role of a Heavenly Master in the Heavenly Master's Mansion, and this move will be revealed immediately, right? Mo Wuwen explained as gently as possible.

"He is younger than the Heavenly Master, and his demeanor is different, it doesn't look like he is deliberately pretending to be a Heavenly Master." There was a Taoist priest in the crowd who muttered, and he didn't dare to say it loudly for fear of being accused by other Taoist priests.

"No matter who he is, break into the mourning hall and catch him for me!" The older Taoist priest swung his sword and prepared to rush over.

"Ordinary Taoist priests can recognize the difference between me and the Heavenly Master, but the dead Taoist Master couldn't recognize me at that time. Obviously it was a mourning hall, and the elderly Taoist priest rushed over to fight me so recklessly, all this was a bit abnormal. Thinking of this, Mo Wuwen raised his hands and said to the older Taoist priest, "Daoist, I am unarmed. Now the entire Shunzi City thinks that we killed the Dao Chief, and if it was the person we killed, we would have thrown the net from us? We came to the Heavenly Master's Mansion this time to pay tribute to the Dao Chief, and we wanted to find out the truth of the Dao Chief's death and clear up our grievances. ”

The older Taoist priest hesitated, put down the sword in his hand, and seemed to be persuaded by Mo Wuwen's words, indeed, if they were murderers, there was no reason to send them to the door and let them arrest them.

Mo Wuwen saw that the Taoist priest's expression eased, so he immediately continued to ask, "Taoist priest, can you tell how the Taoist priest was killed?" “

"We don't know how the Michigo was killed, but when we found the Michigo, he died in bed with his own sword in his chest."

"Who found out that the Taoist was killed?"

"It's the Jade Void Daoist. Hey, what about the Yuxu Taoist priests? The older Taoist priest turned around and looked for Daoist Wu.

"Jade Void Daoist? It seems that he has not seen anyone since he found out that the Taoist chief was dead. ”

"Yes, yes, this thing is strange, we haven't seen the Jade Void Taoist all the time." The Taoist priests talked a lot, and this jade void Taoist priest seemed to have evaporated from the world, and there was no trace at all.

"Can you tell us about the day?" Mo Wuwen asked the older Taoist priest.