Rong Zhen is in a good mood.

In addition to the inspection of the Shuangfeng Jianxunyang Grottoes in the morning, I found that the Donglin Giant Buddha, which had not been asked for many days, was making good progress, and even looked at a certain handsome long history.

And because of this golden treasure book right now.

It's called "Bai Zetu".

According to the ancient books of the pre-Qin period, in the ancient mythological era, the emperor patrolled the east to the sea, climbed the Huan Mountain, and obtained the Baize divine beast on the seashore.

Because of asking about the ghosts and gods in the world, since ancient times, the essence is a thing, and the wandering soul is a changer, where there are 11,520 kinds, Bai Ze said, the emperor's order to write it in pictures to show the world, is to make "Bai Zetu".

The original volume of the original version of the legendary "Bai Zetu" included 11,520 kinds of "essence as things and wandering spirits as changeables", including almost all the five insects in the world.

But later, Dayu controlled the water, cast Jiuding, and ended the ancient mythological era, whether it is a mythical creature, or a spirit and ghost, most of them are extinct on land in Shenzhou, or escape to the North Sea, and now they may only be able to find some traces in some overseas fairy mountains.

At the moment, there are certainly not as many spirits and ghosts in the world as there are eleven fifteen hundred and twenty, far less.

Therefore, most of the secret knowledge about goblins and ghosts revealed in "Bai Zetu" has become a useless hidden science, and very little can be used.

Moreover, the ancient classics, vague and long, passed on to future generations, most of them were destroyed and scattered, leaving only some vague collective memories, mixed with legends.

The original volume of "Bai Zetu", the same is true, thousands of years later, has long been lost, the most recent record of the world, is still a thousand years ago in the Eastern Zhou Dynasty Guardhouse.

Rong Zhen used the identity of the female history of the colorful clothes to apply to Si Tianjian for consultation of this "Bai Zetu", which is a copy of the Wei and Jin doves when the style of the dove series was prevalent.

Compared to the original "Bai Zetu", which recorded 11,520 kinds of spirits, it can only be regarded as a fragment.

But even if it is a copy of this reprinted fragment, the number of "Bai Zetu" that still exists will not exceed one hand.

Si Tianjian has a treasured copy, and it can be seen from the current strict measures of Si Tianjian to protect and guard it at all levels, and it can be seen that it is difficult to inherit this secret knowledge from generation to generation......

An afternoon passed, and the girl in the cold palace dress finally slowly stopped flipping through the book, covered the volume, and exhaled lightly.

This fragment of "Bai Zetu" looks thick and has many pages, but it does not contain much content.

Because each page is concise and concise about the corresponding mysterious spirit.

Plain text, but already contains the most important information, the name of the spirit, its shape abilities, its habitat, and its hazards or effects.

Rong Zhenyu clenched his fist, pressed it against the golden book, and gently bowed his head.

She somewhat understood why there were so few imitations of the fragments of "Bai Zetu", and why the treasured fragments of Si Tianjian were made of gold that was fireproof, waterproof, anticorrosive, lightning protection, and at the same time exorcising evil spirits and avoiding disasters.

If she were a spirit and ghost above, walking in the world and seeing this book, even if she did not have the vice of cruelty and evil, she would definitely do everything possible to destroy it, or at least tear up the page about herself.

The bottoms were stripped naked.

The girl in the cold palace dress covered Qin Si and pressed the corners of her lips.

At this time, it was approaching evening, she Shi Shiran got up, put "Bai Zetu" back into the heavy sandalwood box, sealed it layer by layer, and finally closed it heavily.

Rong Zhen held the box in both hands and walked out of the main hall.

The door was silent, and eight people stood on the left and right, men and women in half, all with red hair and white clothes.

Among the eight people with red hair, the leader is a pair of men and women, all expressionless, with a little vermilion in the center of their eyebrows, and the two stepped forward to meet Rong Zhen.

The male history with red eyebrows took the sandalwood box from Rong Zhen's hand.

The female Shi Chaorong, whose eyebrows are red, said truthfully:

"Rong Zhen, the great secretary asked you, supervise the construction of the Donglin Giant Buddha and the movement of Xunyang, what do you want Bai Zetu to do with Fang Xiangxiang?"

Rong Zhen's expression remained unchanged: "Investigate the case." ”

"Just to investigate the theft of the fifty ink ingots of that little Hanlei Ink Workshop?"

"Miao Zhennu Shi is diligent in complaining."

Rong Zhen nodded, his joy and anger were invisible:

"Is this case small? The southwest Li thief gang buried in Xunyang in advance of this hand of chess pieces, seriously threatened the construction of the Donglin Giant Buddha, if you can catch the owner of the butterfly love flower along the vine, you can eliminate this trouble, to ensure that the big thing is safe. Not small at all. ”

The center of her eyebrows was red, and the female history frowned and asked:

"Han Lei Mozhai's case, was it done by the owner of the butterfly love flower? This person has an accomplice of spirits and ghosts, are you going to follow the vine? ”

Rong Zhen was noncommittal, "I am responsible for the matter of Xunyang, and it is not within the scope of your authority." ”

The eyebrows are red, and the female history is thin and angry under her eyes.

Rong Zhen didn't care, stretched out a white tender palm from his sleeve, and signaled something to them.

The eyebrows were red, and the female history and her companions glanced at each other, and the door was quiet for a moment, and she put away the "Bai Zetu" group and took out a sandalwood box again.

The center of her eyebrows was red, and she took out a golden mask from the new box.

The mask is fierce and has four eyes on it.

"Wear a mask, don't look in the mirror, don't look at the water, don't look at the moon, and bear the consequences."

The female history of the red eyebrows put the golden mask on Rong Zhen's hand, and coldly admonished, cherishing the words like gold.

"You don't need it."

The girl in the cold palace dress put away the golden mask and walked away.

……

After the autumn equinox and until the winter solstice, the days become shorter and the nights longer.

The late autumn nights are extraordinarily long.

On the high moon sky, Xingzifang is close to the city gate, and a shop with a plaque named "Hanlei Mozhai" has long been closed.

The stewards had already gone off duty to rest, and only three or two concierges were left, taking over the vigil in the store.

On Neku's side, the concierge of the night vigil was also old, and he had only been patrolling for a while, and he had already begun to fall asleep.

However, the old porter quickly shook off his white head, cheered up some spirits, and went to the inner warehouse where the ink ingot inventory was kept, opened the door with the key, and after entering, he patrolled around with a lantern, and then turned around with peace of mind, closed the door and left.

Not long ago, the disappearance of fifty treasure-grade Han Lei ink ingots caused a lot of trouble, and the proprietor was full of anger, and their fellow porters were also scolded for their crimes.

Of course, the vigil did not dare to slack off at the moment.

It's just that a few days ago, the investigation of the case was so noisy, and it was checked from top to bottom, and the old porter felt that this ink thief had to be honest these days, whether he was a thief or not.

How can there be a serial crime against the wind? It's still stealing ink ingots, it's too unproductive......

Thinking of this, the old porter with a lantern left with peace of mind.

As for where the lost batch of treasure-grade ink ingots went, none of them have been found out so far.

The arresters of the judicial Cao in the Jiangzhou hall, as well as the female court officials who originally supervised the Donglin Giant Buddha and looked honorable, came one after another, and the interrogation and interrogation were also carried out one after another.

Such a fuss.

In the end, even the fact that a certain guy was greedy for ink on a certain day in a certain month and a certain year was found out, but he didn't catch the ink thief.

Fifty ink ingots disappeared.

In recent days, there have been fewer arrests and female officials, and today they are even all withdrawn, and the figure of the girl in a cold palace costume who seems to be a high-ranking and powerful person has not been seen for many days, and I don't know if I am tired of investigating the case and too lazy to come.

When the old porter was having dinner in the evening, he listened to the stewards talking to each other that the case was most likely to be dealt with as an unsolved case, and the owner of Han Lei Mozhai went to Yan to join the army in the afternoon to discuss whether the case could be withdrawn, so he gave up.

It's not that I don't want to catch the thief, but the main thing is that I have been investigating the case, and the people in the store come and go, delaying the making and selling of ink, and the customers and pedestrians see the people wearing official clothes frequently haunting the store, most of them will be suspicious and worried, and rumors are spreading.

So recently, the case has gradually faded away, no one has checked again, and everything is back on track in Hanlei Mozhai, but the layers of locks on the door of the inner library have all been changed.

At the same time, the ventilation skylight is also opened a little smaller, and only a fist-sized ventilation hole is left after it is blocked, because the preservation of ink ingots requires ventilation and dehumidification.

The old porter shook his head and continued his night watch......

In the rear, in the ink storage library, it was pitch black.

Through the moonlight leaking through the ventilation holes above, rows of wooden shelves in the inner warehouse can be faintly seen.

On each layer of the wooden shelf, a box of ink cartridges is neatly placed.

Hundreds of famous Hanlei ink ingots in Jiangnan have been carefully packed into these ink boxes.

The ink box is made of ebony, the box body is carved, and the production is exquisite, which not only plays a role in storing and protecting the Hanlei ink ingots, but also increases the value of good ink with a good box.

Shortly after the Night Watch disappeared.

The light in the library suddenly dimmed, and the large ventilation hole in the center of the roof was blocked by something to block the silver moonlight, and after a while, the library returned to its original state.

Squeak - squeak - squeak -

In the silent air of the library, some small sounds suddenly sounded.

On a certain wooden shelf, there is a heavy ink box, as if the awakened life has feet, and it is slowly moving towards the edge of the wooden frame.

From a distance, the inkbox looks like a slow-moving earthworm, arching and moving.

Finally, it came to the edge.

Smack——!

The sound of a hard object falling to the ground was heard in the darkness, accompanied by the clatter of the box as it smashed open the floor.

It's the inkbox that falls,

By the way, the well-preserved pine-scented ink ingot inside was also revealed.

At the same time, on the wooden frame directly above the ink box on the ground, there was a small black shadow squatting on the edge, looking down cautiously.

It turned out that it was not the ink box that had just become fine, but this little black shadow used the strength of milk to push the ink box hard.

Inside the library, there was a burst of pine ink fragrance permeating.

A small black shadow disappeared into the wooden frame.

After a while, there was a sound of sooting.

"Goo Goo ......"

In the dark warehouse, there was a faint chewing sound of rats gnawing on rice.

It's just that I don't know which mouse it is, so I don't go to Miku but come to Moku.

The chewing sound continued for a long time, until the moon outside rose to its highest heaven, and through the vents directly above fell into a cold beam of moonlight on the dark floor, and after a slow shift, it finally shone on a small sneaky shadow.

It was vaguely visible that it was only the size of a child's palm, and it was not as big as the ink ingot it was holding in its arms.

The little black image is a mouse, squatting on the ground, feasting, eating happily, as if there is a habit of eating and chirping.

I saw that a whole Hanlei ink ingot, which was larger than its size, did not have a single stick of incense, and there was not much left, and it was about to be eaten.

It's really a starving ghost reincarnated, and I don't know how long it will be on an empty stomach, but I finally have a full meal tonight.

"Uh~"

The little black shadow burped contentedly.

At this moment, a cold woman's voice sounded next to her:

"Have you eaten enough?"

In a shadow against the wall of the inner library, a figure with a long sleeve of a palace girl walked out.

The little black shadow jumped up on the spot in fright, a full half foot high.

Crackling——!

Rong Zhen heard that in all directions, a sound of turning over boxes and cabinets sounded one after another,

It was rows of ink cartridges neatly stacked on the shelves, all of which spontaneously fell to the ground without wind.

After the commotion, Neku regained quiet.

The little black shadow has disappeared, probably taking advantage of the chaos to escape, leaving only one place of horizontal and vertical ink ingots.

Rong Zhen's face was as usual, he didn't chase it, and Long Sleeve walked to the position where the little black shadow had just eaten the ink ingot.

She lowered her eyes and surveyed the mess of ink ingots on the ground around her.

The palace girl snorted lightly, didn't eat this set, took out a gold mask from her sleeve, and put it on her pretty face.

Her face was masked with a vicious face, her eyes were deep, and a black hole could normally absorb all the light from the outside world, and at this moment, her eyes were staring directly at the pile of ink ingots on the floor.

Before she could speak, among the messy ink ingots, a pretending dead ink ingot suddenly melted into a small black shadow, and after it was restored, it walked like a fly—so anxious that it used all four legs at the same time, and ran away.

Rong Zhen's figure was like a phantom, flashing closer, stepping on this little shadow with one foot, and her pink lips lightly opened:

"Do you think you can run away?"

“……”

The little guy at her feet was so busy begging for mercy that he was pitiful:

"Fairy, please spare your life, it's wrong, it's wrong, it's really wrong, I don't dare to steal Lingjiamo anymore, woo woo woo please raise your noble feet, oops, your hair is messy, it hurts, it hurts, the fairy's feet ...... Jade, jade foot light. ”

I heard the voice of a poor girl begging for mercy from under my feet.

Rong Zhen slightly relaxed the soles of his feet and looked fixedly.

This black shadow the size of a child's palm turned out to be a little person wearing a lotus crown, like a Kundao female crown, originally with red lips and white teeth, but there was a circle of ink oil left on the side of the mouth that could gnaw on ink, like a circle drawn with an ink pen on white paper, which was quite funny.

But after a closer look, she found that in addition to wearing a lotus crown, she was also wearing a jet-black ancient Confucian robe, holding a golden bowl for monks to fast, and a handful of snow-white dust.

is neither a Taoist, nor a Confucian, nor a nun, the main one of the three religions is a little bit, in Rong Zhen's eyes, not chaotic, she frowned slightly:

"Get up."

The little girl in ink got up from the ground in embarrassment, straightened out the crooked lotus Dao crown, and then squatted down to pick up the dust and the golden spoon, blew the ashes, carefully checked the battle damage, and looked very distressed.

"Hand over your real name first." Rong Zhen suddenly commanded indifferently.

"Can you not say it." The little female crown lowered her head and asked weakly.

She didn't dare to look directly at the golden mask that made her feel deep and terrifying, and the invisible majesty weighed her head.

Rong Zhen laughed, thinking that this little elf was funny and bargaining.

This is a new adult, and he hasn't been beaten before?

Rong Zhen suddenly felt that it was a waste to deliberately transfer a forbidden thing from Luo Dushen this time and use it on the little spirit in front of him.

Just with the mediocre behavior of this little female crown, a pair of big eyes revealed a clear stupidity, and her brain is not very good, she can clean it up casually, prepare so much, make a big fuss.

Rong Zhen casually took off the mask of Fang Xiang, revealing a cold face:

"You can try."

The little female crown waved her hand, her eyes rolled around, and she replied sonorously:

"Don't try, don't try, fairy, Huang Xuan, my name is Huang Xuan!"

(End of chapter)