There is still an hour before the end of the day.

Walking out of the embroidery room, Tong Dora inquired about a vendor selling hairpins: "May I ask how to go to Ningxiang Courtyard?" ”

The peddler was very angry when he saw that the person in front of him was young and wandered around the land of Fireworks Willow Alley: "I don't know. ”

Tong Dora smiled, quite cynical.

"Uncle, your hairpin is good, I'll buy a few, can you tell me the location of the incense courtyard?"

Seeing that Tong Dora did not give up, the peddler said righteously: "I want to inquire and ask others, but my hairpin is not for the fireworks woman to wear." ”

As he spoke, he pushed the cart and prepared to leave, he paused for a moment, turned his head to Tong Dola, and said: "Young man, seeing that you are young, the old man reminds you that the fragrant pear blossom is fascinated by all beings, and the mass grave is paved with yellow springs." ”

Tong Dora followed closely: "Uncle, do you know something?" ”

The peddler took out a wooden hairpin from his arms: "Since there is fate, this one will be given to you." The dead wood is a sharp blade, and the clear spring in the heart breaks the illusion. ”

Looking at the back of the hawker, Tong Duola waved the wooden hairpin in his hand: "Uncle, thank you!" ”

She looked at this hairpin made of dead wood, although it was not good-looking, it could even be said to be ugly and rough, but it had a peculiar medicinal fragrance, but what kind of medicine was this she had really not seen.

Mo Han walked over and took the hairpin and studied it carefully: "This is the camphor wood, this tree grows in the dark, with a strange fragrance, also called the wood of the underworld." It is both a poison and an antidote. Its toxicity is ever-changing, and the holder does not know in advance what poison it will release; It is also an antidote, which can cure all kinds of poisons in the world. Poison can be made in tens of millions of kinds, and detoxification can only be used once. This wood is so rare that I have seen my mother have a piece of it, and then it was lost. As for how to poison and detoxify, I don't know. ”

Tong Dora looked at the direction where the vendor disappeared and couldn't calm down for a long time, who could give her such valuable things.

She called out to Tong Hantian: "Old ancestor? Ancestor? ”

Jiuyi opened his mouth: "That old thing has been in retreat for the past few days, and I told him to ignore me several times." ”

Mo Han handed it to her: "Take it away, no matter what, that person doesn't hurt your heart." ”

"The fragrant pear blossoms are fascinated by all beings, and the mass graves are paved with yellow springs. The dead wood is a sharp blade, and the clear spring in the heart breaks the illusion. You look at the first two sentences, which means that the Oiran of the Pear Flower Pavilion in Ningxiang Building confused all sentient beings, and many people died in Huangquan. The last two sentences mean that the dead wood is this wooden hairpin, which will become a sharp weapon if you have a fate, and you can dispel the psychedelic with faith in your heart? ”

Tong Dora understood literally, according to Mo Han's statement, this hairpin is indeed a sharp blade, if Mo Han didn't know the role of this camphor wood, maybe this hairpin would be thrown on the street, and no one would pick it up. But can faith in your heart resist temptation? I beg to differ.

She picked up the hairpin in her hand, and then put her ponytail on the plate and pinned the hairpin up.

Not far away, a middle-aged man about forty years old who was selling fire waved at them: "Little brother, come." ”

Mo Han and Tong Dora looked at each other and smiled, and walked over.

"Don't listen to the nonsense of the old man just now, that girl Nianqing only sells her art and not her body, how can she still die when she listens to a song. Those who died were beaten to death by the little guy with crooked thoughts. Hehe, it is said that Miss Nianqing invited a man tonight, and I don't know who is so good. Alas! Peony flowers are also merry to be ghosts! ”

Tong Dora glanced at Mo Han meaningfully and smiled: "Big brother, how to get away from this Ning Xiang Building?" ”

The man pointed with a greasy finger: "Go west and you'll be there." ”

Tong Dora thanked the eldest brother for burning the fire, turned around and walked a few steps forward, the corners of his mouth curved: "Haole, when you are a demon, you dare to covet my man, today I will send you to the west to learn scriptures, kneel and chant for Buddha!" ”