Wang Zeming, who was covered in blood, had no fatal wounds at all except for the rupture of his internal organs.

But it still can't be ruled out that it was a murder.

"These two students, as well as the two masters who witnessed the incident, please come with us and cooperate with the investigation. The older policeman's tone was unmistakable.

"We weren't there!" Zhang Yao was a little flustered, trying to prove his innocence.

"The two little donors were making incense in the temple at the time and were not present. The old abbot, who had been silent from the guest house to the ping, suddenly spoke.

"Who can prove it?" the police refused to budge.

The poor monk could prove that only the benefactor who had fallen off the cliff was on the phone on the cliff and then somehow jumped off. Amitabha. One of the two monks who witnessed the whole process opened his mouth to testify, and the other also agreed.

"Master Ye and Master Zhang came to the temple in the morning, and I personally led them to the side hall to see the abbot master. A small novice in the crowd suddenly squeezed out and spoke to the police.

"The poor monk can prove that when the poor monk swept the floor in the early morning, he saw the two benefactors enter the side hall, and they have not come out since then, and the monks do not speak. ”

"Then can any of you tell me why I met them on the mountain road and were still sweating profusely?" the middle-aged policeman still did not let go, as if he decided that there was something wrong with the two.

"The two little donors did talk to the old man in the temple before, and after the accident, the old man was anxious to investigate in detail before he had to send the guest away, and as for the filth on his body, that was another matter. The old monk suddenly blinked slyly, and then pulled the older policeman to talk in a whisper.

This reason doesn't seem to really exempt the two from suspicion, but I don't know what the old monk said, and when the two came back, the police no longer had the previous disgust and hostility in their eyes, but instead there was understanding, love, and a faint trace of pity.

The policeman waved his hand: "They have ample alibi, but we have to ask two masters who witnessed the incident to come with us and make a record." ”

The police car whizzed away, as dashing as it had come.

"Master, what did you tell him?" Ye Ling couldn't hold back the curiosity in his heart.

"I just told him that you were 'this year's people' and that you were looking into 'that thing'. Officer Wong: His daughter died in that 'incident' eight years ago. ”

"They...... Aren't they all materialists?" Zhang Yao was stunned for a long time.

"Oh, then you probably haven't seen a police officer with a cross. Ye Ling joked with a smile, but suddenly realized that there was something wrong with mentioning the cross in the temple.

The old monk didn't think so, waved his hand, and a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth: "Don't you tell me about your achievements?"

Ye Ling was stunned for a moment, quickly took off the rosary in his hand, and handed it to the old monk along with the ancient book.

The old abbot gently twisted the old pages with his withered yellow fingers, and read the above descriptions line by line, pausing from time to time, as if comparing them with other books he had read in his memory, sometimes with a surprised expression, sometimes with a slight frown. It reads slowly, but calmly.

"In the twelfth year of Jiaqing, Yu Qianfeng was happy to appear as a water ghost, with green skin and red eyes, eating livestock, and occasionally hurting people. The third eater, there is an Orion who has not succeeded, and he dies. The rest is slain with a sword. ”

"In the fourteenth year of Jiaqing, Wanyan Zhou Gongzhai was attacked by wolves and demons, and sixty-three people died, all of whom were men. and his brother Ruifeng punished the evil, the demon was broken, and the brother injured the left share. ”

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In addition to some encyclopedia-like introductions, there are more anecdotal records like "diaries". There are more than 60 articles in total, and each one has a sentence at the end of the sentence "killing" or "all the punishment" or something like that, obviously the author of the book has good magic power, and has traveled all his life in the mountains and rivers, and has been around to eliminate demons and defend the road.

And after each "diary" there is a vivid illustration, recording the appearance and characteristics of the demon punished, birds and beasts and even plants and trees are readily available, and the terrifying image of the expressive Dan Qingmiao's pen is terrifying.

In addition, another point worth noting is that in some records, the names of some other cooperative monks and monks are mentioned, and the most common one is the so-called "Yu Brother Ruifeng". I think it should be the author's brother, named Ouyang Ruifeng.

"Mr. Ouyang Ruifeng, the old man has heard of this person, in his later years, he often sighed and sighed, saying that Mr. Ouyang is a great person, his wisdom, and his righteousness are beyond the reach of my generation. And part of the content of the book is also consistent with some memories of the old teacher's later years and some chronicles left in the temple. However, the author of this book, Ouyang Ruihai, I have never heard of it. The old abbot's snow-white eyebrows were half raised, which was a little funny, but no one could laugh at these words.

"Is that understandable to mean that the things described in this book are basically credible?" Zhang Yao pointed out the crux of the question.

The old monk nodded silently: "So to speak." ”

Ye Ling rubbed his eyebrows with both hands, it was hard to imagine that there were so many shadows hidden under the peaceful life every day. Suddenly, he remembered something more important: "In that case, as mentioned in the book, no matter what kind of method it is, in order for it to be effective, there must first be a supply of power to support the operation of the mantra. Is this also true?"

"Yes, whether it's a spell or a formation, there must be some support. With the ** of modern science, whether it is natural or supernatural, perpetual motion machines do not exist. "The old monk doesn't seem to be a lonely man in the mountains.

"According to the old gentleman's words, the establishment of this nirvana curse must consume a lot of mana, and this spell has been running for almost one hundred and fifty years. Ye Ling's expression was a little cold, "That is to say, the caster of the year is still alive, and has lived for nearly two hundred years, and is as powerful as he was back then. ”

The old monk did not speak, he was extremely reluctant to believe such a thing, but now it seemed that this was the only explanation.

Ye Ling's cold voice trembled slightly: "So, even if we break this curse according to the so-called 'rules' as you said, will this old monster be angry and rush over and kill us?"

"But if we don't break the curse, won't we still have to die?" Zhang Yao calmed down.

"There will only be thirteen people who will die, and so many people were present at the funeral that day, how can you be sure that it is you who has been chosen?" Ye Ling shouted at Zhang Yao abnormally.

There really is no way to know for sure, but it has long been certain, because if it weren't for that dangerous feeling, the two of them wouldn't even know about it!

"But......" Thinking of Wang Zeming's miserable death just now, Ye Ling licked his dry lips, "Even if we want to break the curse, how can we find the formation pivot? After finding it, can you really bear to kill him......

Everyone was silent......

After a while, a hoarse voice sounded again, "Master Ye, the monks are compassionate, but you don't have to be merciful. The old monk stared at Ye Ling's eyes, and there seemed to be stars burning in his originally cloudy eyes, "The spell of killing is like a demon that eats people, and killing the hub of the formation is to break the spell, please be sure not to have mercy." The old man believes that the will of countless ancestors who have destroyed evil and eliminated demons will be on the same path with you. Over the years, too many people have died......"

Ye Ling lowered his head and didn't dare to look at the old monk's bright and hopeful eyes, his fingers crossed and clasped together, thinking in his heart, "If you are really a guy I am familiar with, will I do it..."

Zhang Yao gently covered Ye Ling's clenched hand with his white and soft little hand and did not speak.

But Ye Ling couldn't be silent to the end, and could only give an ambiguous answer in a difficult and tired voice: "I'll go there again tomorrow......"