"So, who the hell are you?"

Qi Zihuan stared at the bald man in front of him who had been smiling, and asked coldly.

"Monk Kukai" was stunned for a moment, still trying to find the loopholes in Qi Zihuan's deliberation, and said: "But you said it yourself, on the night that Hu Yulou and Chunqin fell from the building, you saw the true body of the demon cat, and I was obviously by your side at that time. ”

"Hahaha, that's right, you're here, and the demon cat is too."

Qi Zihuan laughed, took out a small paper figure from his arms, and threw it on the sarcophagus lid.

The little paper figure came to life in the air, spun around to adjust a cushioning angle, and finally landed on the stone slab in the wind-pulling posture of the Terminator.

Yan Rong, who had nothing to do with the cat on the side, saw that his eyes lit up, and he threw the Persian cat over.

The kitten tried to keep its mouth open, and pounced fiercely.

The little paper man also cooperated, turned around and ran, as if he was really afraid of it.

"You see, although I can't be a cat, I can also do some tricks." Qi Zihuan looked at the two little guys who were chasing and fleeing not far away, and smiled happily, "Actually, I was very strange at that time, I have seen ghosts that are good at speed before, but it is the first time I have encountered them without a trace." Later, when I chased out of Chen's mansion, I saw a puff of light smoke from the demon cat after entering the woods, which quickly dissipated, so I probably guessed it. ”

"Guessed what?"

"That demon cat is not the main soul at all, it's just a clone that can dissipate at any time."

Qi Zihuan raised his right hand, and the little paper man who had become a proud knight on the cat suddenly fell upside down, and there was no movement.

The kitten carefully touched the piece of paper on the ground with its front paws and meowed a little gloatingly.

"It's just that even if it's a doppelganger, after meeting me twice, you still decided to be cautious, not only instigated Bai Lotian to avoid me to investigate the case, but the body of the demon cat never appeared in front of me again, just blindly left behind the illusion array, and used illusion to stage a tragic story of Yang Guifei to Bai Letian."

"But ......"

Bai Juyi stood aside, watching the lips of "Kuhai" and Qi Zihuan still flying up and down, constantly arguing and refutating, but the voice seemed to be getting farther and farther away.

He clenched his hands into fists, clenched them tightly, and his body was trembling faintly.

A few years ago, he read Li Bai's "Qingping Tune", and was fascinated by the fairy posture of the noble concubine who "wants to wear clothes and flowers want to look", and after reading and querying many court materials and legends, he fell deeply into the love between Emperor Xuanzong and Yang Guifei.

One person opened up the territory and created a prosperous era, but in his heart he only thought about sending her favorite lychee to the woman he loved.

One person captivated the country and the city, looked back and smiled, but for the sake of her emperor and her man, he willingly went to die in Huangquan.

Bai Juyi couldn't sleep at night, and tried his best to describe this love in case.

He believes that this is the ultimate love in the world.

The poem was made.

At this time, a cat came, and a monk from the Wa Kingdom came.

He and the monks of the Wa Kingdom pursued the case of the demon cat, and what he found out was another truth thirty years ago.

For the sake of his emperor's majesty, Xuanzong was so cowardly that he didn't even dare to bear the infamy, on the one hand, he colluded with Huang He to deceive the concubine, and on the other hand, he told the soldiers that the concubine had been murdered by Gao Lishi without authorization.

Yang Yuhuan saw through the deception, and still went to die calmly for the man he loved, but was sealed in the sarcophagus but woke up halfway, struggling in this narrow space with belated remorse and closed fear, and finally left only the brown marks on the coffin lid.

What kind of sorrow is this?

He was almost crying.

Crying for the silly concubine......

But before I could cry, there was another person, and there was a new story.

There is no demon cat, there is no truth from thirty years ago......

Everything is an illusion performed by this Japanese monk.

Even he wasn't necessarily the self-proclaimed Wa monk.

Bai Juyi investigated the case with him all the way, took him all over Chang'an, invited him to drink the best rice wine, and even showed him the manuscript of his "Song of Long Hatred".

In the end, it was Bai Juyi who was used to almost change the poem and create a false truth.

He even prepared more illusions to let the demon cat die in front of Bai Juyi's eyes, so that the case would be closed gently.

"Why ......," Bai Juyi muttered.

The voice was faint, and the few people around didn't pay attention.

Kukai was no longer speechless, his eyes closed, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

At this point, there is basically no doubt that "Kukai" is a demon cat, and Qi Zihuan is no longer aggressive.

"Why, why ......"

Only then did several people hear Bai Juyi's voice.

"Why!"

Bai Juyi's eyes were red, and he snorted.

He strode up to Kukai and punched him.

Bai Juyi is a literati, even if he is already angry and crazy, but the strength of this punch is actually not big.

But with such a punch, the "Kukai" was smashed.

It's really broken.

"Kukai" is like a delicate porcelain, under this punch, stripes appear on the head, spreading, cracking, and finally shattering to the ground with a bang.

The shards begin to become transparent as they fall, and gradually disappear.

Qi Zihuan had already prepared, took out a large handful of paper figures and paper cranes from his arms, and sprinkled them in the sky, and laid a net in the tomb.

Yan Rong was also instructed by Qi Zihuan and began to concentrate on the technique.

I saw that the space around the tomb changed, and after a period of distortion, more than a dozen corridors appeared in all directions.

Exactly the same road.

"Meow!"

A terrible cat meow rang out from the sarcophagus.

A huge black cat with a tiger-like body suddenly burst out of the coffin, its fur was shiny, its muscles were strong and powerful, and it rushed straight towards Qi Zihuan with a fierce and incomparable momentum.

Qi Zihuan didn't dodge, he protected Bai Juyi behind him, recited the spell lightly in his mouth, the golden light on his body flashed, and the peach wood sword in his hand stabbed out obliquely from the bottom to the top, facing the huge cat's head.

The giant beast suddenly disappeared in mid-air, and turned back into the small and flexible demon cat, turned slightly to one side, and stretched out its claws after avoiding the peachwood sword, about to tear apart the blood vessels on the side of Qi Zihuan's neck.

The sharp claws met a hint of golden-purple thunder and lightning.

The demon cat screamed, his movements suddenly stiffened, and he flew past Qi Zihuan's head in a daze and crashed into the wall behind him.

The stiff body just hit the wall, and boom, turned into countless birds, birds, butterflies, insects, snakes, and gophers and began to flee in all directions.

The paper figures and cranes around them were as fast as the wind, rushing from all directions, slashing and pecking, breaking the illusions one by one.

Qi Zihuan frowned and stared around.

Suddenly, a hand reached out from behind him and grabbed him by the neck.

Bend your right arm at your elbow and slam the person behind you in the abdomen, then turn around and pinch the opponent's throat with one hand.

Behind him was Bai Juyi, his face was already red and he had difficulty breathing.

Qi Zihuan stood still, and the soul power in his body kept running according to a certain law.

Just when Bai Juyi was about to faint, he suddenly shouted.

"Pro!"

The word seemed to be substantial, smashed into the enclosed space of the tomb, and even the air was humming.

A black gas shook out from Bai Juyi's body.

Qi Zihuan raised his palm, like hitting an annoying insect, and directly slapped the black qi to the ground.

The black cat was lying on the ground, seriously injured, and was powerless to resist for a while.

Qi Zihuan approached, squatted down, and showed the same faint smile as "Kukai".

"Without Dong Qing, you still dare to do magic?"

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