On the other side, Aunt Ge also died, leaving only various mysteries.

Ding Jun returned to the fork in the road and rendezvoused with the god of fire.

"That injured fake monk took advantage of the thick fog to escape, nothing went smoothly tonight, it's really unlucky!" The fire god said with a snort.

In any case, Aunt Ge used illusion to imitate the voices of He Wuqiu and Fang Qing, and did not lead them into a trap, which could be regarded as another victory for them.

The fog gradually faded, and the two of them entered the Hidden Scripture Pavilion, only to find Fang Qing standing in the center of the hall with the hanging gauze tent, and one person was holding his hands behind his back.

Seeing that she was fine, Ding Jun's heart was put down for the time being, it seemed that the fake monk was just bluffing and did not control Fang Qing.

Fang Qing frowned deeply: "Mr. Ding, you are here, it just so happens that there is a strange question that I can't figure out - who cut Siqin twice?" The depth of the knife edge is only about half a centimeter, and it only hurts the skin and flesh, and is not life-threatening at all. Whether it's close-quarters combat, throwing knives from a distance, dragging knives and accidentally hurting ...... In either case, no such wound will be left. I've just tried to simulate what happens in this hall, and it can't be like that. Now, I'm sitting here cross-legged, and you're cutting me with a knife......"

There is only Ding Jun in her eyes, there is no god of fire, only he is air.

Then, she sat cross-legged in the same position as the piano.

Ding Jun didn't really pull out a knife to cut her, but slowly paced around her.

"Let me come." The god of fire volunteered.

Ding Jun shook his head: "No need, the reason why such a wound was caused can only prove that Si Qin is self-harming."

The Vulcan asked suspiciously, "What self-harm?" She's pregnant, how could she?"

Ding Jun sighed: "These things are too complicated, if you follow the normal way of thinking, it will definitely not work."

Fang Qing jumped up, looked down at her feet, pondered silently for a while, and suddenly shouted: "A pregnant woman who harmed herself definitely doesn't want this baby-then, when we met before, her various strange appearances had a reasonable explanation, and the answer was that her sanity was manipulated."

Ding Jun just wanted to speak, but was stopped by Fang Qing waving his hand: "Don't interrupt me, listen to me." I saw the 'Ten Thousand Gu Vessel' in Si Qin's eyes because she was indeed the vessel for cultivating Gu worms, and she was a living 'Ten Thousand Gu Vessel'. A certain Gu refiner placed a Gu in her belly, using her as a petri dish to continue cultivating something that we couldn't imagine. When she was conscious, of course, she didn't want to be a 'vessel of ten thousand Gu', and finally found an opportunity to wield a knife to harm herself. But the time period of this situation was very short, and she was weak in her hands and feet due to the long-term accusations, so the scars were extremely shallow......"

Although these explanations are complicated, Ding Jun was able to sort out his thoughts in an instant-"The initiator of a qiē is Shi Miaoshou. ”

This situation is like when a person solves a complex math problem, he knows the answer at the beginning, and then thinks about the process of solving it, and the idea is of course very clear and easy.

Therefore, all kinds of unsolvable mysteries that have occurred in the Torin Temple from beginning to end can be solved in an instant as long as the answer "Shi Miaoshou is the main messenger behind the scenes" is used.

"Now, if you keep the piano, you can control the initiative, what do you say?" Fang Qing's words finally came to an end.

Ding Jun agrees with this conclusion, but faintly feels that the disappearance of Shi Miaoshou seems quite strange.

"Have you ever been to see the piano?" He asked.

Fang Qing shook his head: "The warrior monks in the temple are guarding her and the two masters in shifts, and if such a big thing happens, it is impossible for the senior monks in charge of the Torin Temple to be alone."

The Vulcan could not speak, and leaned on the door frame in boredom to chew straw sticks.

Aunt Ge said that Shi Miaoshou was the mastermind behind the scenes. We should guess where he has gone at this moment?" Ding Jun said.

Fang Qing immediately reported an address: "The old mansion of Shifu in the county seat of Zada."

It's winter in Tibet, and it's almost impossible to survive in the wild, and the nearby villages are very small. Therefore, if Shi Miaoshou wants to hide, he can only go back to Zada County. Based on this, guarding the siqin, Shi Miaoshou will eventually return.

The two looked at each other, and both let out a long breath.

Before that, everyone did things like kittens chasing the tip of their tails, turning around, in vain, and being tricked by Shi Miao's hands. After Ding Jun killed the middle-aged man who killed Aunt Ge and used the Five Horses Split Corpse Spell, the balance of victory was tilting in their favor.

"At least we'll have the last initiative, right?" Fang Qing smiled bitterly.

"Really?" Ding Jun asked rhetorically. He was always unsteady in his heart, because Shi Miao's hand laid out a big situation that hid from the world and the sea, and surrounded everyone, but he suddenly stayed out of the matter and drifted away - this kind of sudden change is not at all logical.

"I think so, of course, after dawn I will go to see Siqin and the two masters, and as soon as they wake up, many mysteries will be solved. But for now, answer me a question, what does the mark under the carpet mean? Why did Master Phuntsok Jebu ask you to go and see it?" As she spoke, Fang Qing walked to the edge of the carpet.

Ding Jun didn't move, because he didn't have an answer in his heart.

Fang Qing bent down and grabbed the carpet, took two steps back, and lit up the ground five steps square.

The god of fire rushed to offer his courtesy, and took out his flashlight, which shone into the circular pattern of the three crescent moons.

"I've never seen such a strange pattern, what does a three-moon light and an Arabic numeral combine to represent? The only big gangs in the world with numbers are the 14K in Macau, the Triad in Hong Kong, and the 3K Klan in the United States...... There are even fewer with the moon as the emblem...... You didn't say anything after reading it, maybe you should say something now?" Fang Qing asked again.

The god of fire leaned over, stroked the brick, and asked flatteringly, "Miss Fang, do you want to lift the brick up and see what is underneath?"

It is an indisputable fact that every Tibetan temple has a secret chamber or cellar built under it. So, experienced treasure hunters are more concerned with the secrets of the underground than the temple itself.

"Look at the soil in the mouth, the bricks have not been moved, but the soil under the bricks has long been disturbed, and it has been carefully backfilled. The difference between centuries-old soil and new soil for years or even months is still obvious. So, let's stop thinking like that. Ding Jun said.

Vulcan lowered his flashlight and shone a mouth that was only two millimeters wide.

"It is a modern sanhe soil mixed with machine-made lime powder and sandwiched new soil, rather than an ancient sanhe soil mixed with artificially mined lime paste and black soil. This alone proves that the foundation has been destroyed. The elusive professional tomb robbers will not let go of any place with special signs, even they can't find the treasure, and the rest of them don't need to stir up the crowd. Ding Jun sighed.

These special circumstances were clear to him when he lifted the carpet for the first time.

"So, tell me, what does that pattern represent?" Fang Qing was frustrated, but still persevered in asking.

"I don't know." Ding Jun shook his head, "I know as much as you know, but I only see patterns and don't know why." ”

A trace of doubt flashed in Fang Qing's eyes, but he couldn't find any flaws in Ding Jun's honest face, so he could only let go and spread the carpet back to its original place.

By the time they returned to the courtyard, it was already dawn.

Ding Jun forced himself to fall asleep quickly to replenish his body and energy. Everyone is like a rechargeable battery, which cannot be used indefinitely without neglecting to recharge. For him, deep sleep is the best way to "recharge".

In his dreams, Aunt Ge's illusion has always been there, and various murals and Buddha statues are flying in the air. The scene of his backhand assassination of Aunt Ge appeared again and again, especially the graceful posture of the sixteen King Kong dancers dancing to the drum music, which was deeply imprinted in his mind. The left eye wave flows, and the right one flutters...... His eyes and mind were full of the seductive dance of the King Kong Dancer. Sometimes, he felt like he was approaching the heart of a secret, like a riddle-guesser, occasionally grabbing a clue, but before he could grasp it, the clue went away with the wind. The more you try to chase the answer back, the farther and farther the answer drifts away, like a dandelion playing hide and seek with others.

The two sentences "that mark, the ...... represented by the three crescent moons" are like a manuscript under high-speed recovery, which has been looped thousands of times and tens of thousands of times in his dreams.

"What do you want to tell me, the one who left the mark—" Sometimes, he felt that he was on the verge of "intellectual poverty", and he was sweating from overthinking.

"I must find the answer, in the dark, because I sent the urn of Shihai to the Torin Temple and saw the mysterious icon in the Scripture Pavilion, that is, God is guiding me, not giving up, not despairing, and always moving forward...... I am the 'King of Hunters', the eternal king of individual soldiers, the never-ending walker...... "he" in the dream "sues him in reality, and even in his dreams, he can't forget his mission."

At ten o'clock in the morning, he was woken up by Fang Qing, who was full of horror.

"Is there a situation?" He rolled over and sat up.

Fang Qing nodded, biting her lip tightly, and paced back and forth in front of Ding Jun's bed, as if considering her words.

"Just say it quickly, just say it directly, and don't add any personal guesses and inferences." Ding Jun reminded.

Fang Qing walked back, sat on the edge of the bed, and clasped her hands tightly together: "The baby in Siqin's belly may have died, and all the masters in the temple who know medical skills are gathered in the monk's house at this moment and take turns to take her pulse." But...... But...... But ......"

"But you can't detect a baby's pulse, right?" Ding Jun's heart tightened.

Fang Qing nodded: "Yes, I can only detect Siqin's adult pulse, the baby's pulse has disappeared, and there is no trace." This kind of strange thing can only happen in two situations-"

Ding Jun immediately cut off her words: "No need to explain this, I understand, let's talk about the point."

That's huge bad news, and if the baby dies, there's no point in them staying here. Failure to detect the baby's pulse can only be the cause of "stillbirth" or "premature birth". Since Siqin was not born prematurely, of course it is the former.

"The two masters are still unconscious, Siqin's spirit is good and bad, his breathing is weak, and he will die at any time. Several of the most skilled medical masters said that if she was transported long distances, she would probably not be able to do it halfway. Fang Qing said.

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