"I don't know how to explain it to you."

Fan Xinglai scratched his sideburns.

"It's hard to explain." Lin Songbao put down the wooden box, "What do you say, could it be that you did it?" ”

Fan Xinglai hurriedly shook his head and denied: "It's not me." ”

"That's fine, you didn't do it, can Brother Shui blame you?"

"Don't sell off, don't say be careful, I'll deduct your salary in September!"

"Don't, don't!" Fan Xinglai was too busy to speak, and said with a smile, "Actually, it's the big nest of rats raised in your pond, master......"

Rat?

Lin Songbao looked sideways.

Liang Qu's face darkened: "What mouse?" The beaver with the flat tail and the river otter with the thin tail, are you from Pingyang? ”

Fan Xinglai thought for a while: "That's Jiang Otter, a few days after you left, that group of guys will be safe, but in September, that group will be ...... Ahem, there are quite a few river otters that suddenly appeared, and there are more than ten of them in total!

I look like another litter, and the leader has a scar on his face, his hair is pulled, and he is very fierce.

As soon as the two litters of river otters met, they fought, and the fight was terrible! Even the flat tail was beaten, didn't you see it, my lord, the pool was full of consumption...... River otter blood!

The smell of blood wafted out, and others thought that our family was killing pigs!

I'm afraid that something will happen to the Jiang Otter life, so I hurriedly went to the West Wing to ask the master to ......"

Fan Xing stopped talking halfway through his speech, and Lin Songbao then asked, "Then what?" Has it been solved? ”

"The matter must have been solved, but it was solved strangely, hmm...... My lord, go and see for yourself, they are all listening to the scriptures in the West Wing. ”

Listening to the scriptures?

Liang Qu heard a very abrupt word from Fan Xinglai's mouth, he put down the oolong and walked through the verandah.

Fan Xinglai and Chishan came to the courtyard under the jujube tree to watch, and Lin Songbao stayed in place and waited.

The oolong, which only fell to the ground, cocked its tail and followed up.

The door of the west wing is open, and there is no obstruction of vision.

Liang Qu turned sideways from the verandah, looked in diagonally along the doorpost, and the corner of his eyes twitched, and suddenly understood what Fan Xing was talking about.

The windows in the room are bright and clean.

Pen, ink, paper, and inkstones are lined up, teak bookshelves lean against the window, and cigarettes waft from the iron incense burner.

The old monk in a hundred robes sat cross-legged behind the desk, turned the rosary, and chanted silently.

At this point, everything is normal.

But when the line of sight crossed the long case, the twelve pampas grass balls were arranged in three rows and four columns, neatly arranged, and a group of strange river otters that had never been seen before jumped into view.

Led by a scar-faced river otter, sitting upright on the central futon in the front row, he took out half of a yellow cloth robe from nowhere, wrapped half of his body, and squeezed out a little brown hair between the gaps.

It closed its eyes tightly, its claws folded, and remained motionless, and anyone who came could be called a solemn sentence.

From the row of Scarfaces, the river otter gradually became smaller in size.

In the fourth row, there were a few little cubs, all of whom had no solemn meaning, and they were making a fuss and rolling around on the futon.

Oolong lay on the instep of Shangliangqu, scratched his neck with his hind legs, and the garlic cloves on his body were surging like waves.

Liang Qu looked back at Fan Xinglai under the jujube tree, and Fan Xinglai scratched his head.

In the west wing, the chanting stopped abruptly.

The old monk opened his eyes.

"Let's go."

The scar-faced river otter seemed to really understand, and when it heard this, it stood up and bowed, and several large river otters beside it followed.

Only the little river otters in the last row were unaware, still biting and fighting on their own, and let out a whining and low roar in their throats.

Behind Scarface, the big river otter tiger jumped out, an otter and a claw, and was beaten, and the little river otter was immediately honest and followed into the line to line up.

As a result, twelve river otters, led by Scarface, lined up in a long snake line, and stepped out of the threshold of the wing room in turn.

The scar-faced river otter looked at Liang Qu standing in the verandah, and folded his paws and saluted.

The big river otter did the same, and the small river otter shook its paws, accidentally tripped over the threshold, rolled twice and hurriedly followed the team.

Lin Songbao under the Hanging Flower Gate was dumbfounded, suspecting that he hadn't woken up.

What's the situation?

Hallucination at noon?

What did you see?

Mo said Lin Songbao, Liang Qu couldn't figure out what the situation was, he hadn't seen those river otters at all, and he didn't know where they came from.

Liang Qu knocked on the door: "Master? ”

"Donor, please come in."

Liang Qu stepped in, looked around, brought a stool from the side and sat in front of the old monk, jokingly.

"Master, what's the situation? How many river otters have taken refuge in my Buddha? ”

The old monk took out the tea leaves from the bookshelf and made a cup of tea for Liang Qu.

Liang Qu hurriedly got up and took it, and listened to the old monk sit down and speak.

"That day, Xing came to find the old man, and said that there was a group of rats in the pond who were fighting each other, and I took a look at it, and saw that it was two groups of river otters, and read a "Great Compassion Mantra" to them.

The leading Jiang otter has a lot of wisdom, and the killing thoughts disappeared, and then he wore a yellow coat, led his relatives to listen to the scriptures every day, and even learned a set of "Luohan Boxing", I changed it to "Luohan Claw". ”

The corners of Liang Qu's mouth twitched when he heard this.

Grandmaster Zhenxiang recited "Great Compassion Mantra" to a spirit who had not yet opened his mind, and passed on "Arhat Claw......

Jiang Otter was originally a fierce lord, a hooligan in the river, so he prescribed the right medicine for the situation, and the real medicine was cured.

I don't know what about that nest in my pond?

"The donor is the water and returns? Counting the time, it's earlier than I thought. ”

Liang Qu put down the teacup and said: "It's not too serious, a flood, almost no plague, plus proper management, curb the source, the flood began to recede in early September."

For most of the month after that, most of the river berths were used to settle the victims, raise supplies and build embankments, but the cause of the embankment failure was ...... No, it should be said that the process of arresting the prisoner is rather bizarre. ”

"Good, good." The old monk folded his hands and asked, "I don't know what the strange cause is?" ”

Cheng Chong's matter must be tried and beheaded in order to vent the anger of the people, Liang Qu has nothing to hide, and to explain the cause and effect, as well as the physical evidence found on the embankment.

"Cheng Chong personally admitted, coupled with the accounts to testify, and there are plant rhizomes growing in the embankment stones, which can be described as a certainty."

Unexpectedly, the old monk frowned when he heard this, and he was silent.

Liang Qu didn't know why, and asked: "Why is the master frowning, what's wrong?" The kid is superficial and learns, and many things are done at the first time, and there are some differences, so I hope the master will not hesitate to give advice. ”

The old monk is not only strong in martial arts, but also a person in the previous dynasty, and Liang Qu did not dare to be negligent.

"It's not about teaching, it's not about any difference." The old monk shook his head, "It's just that I think of a few old people according to what you said and the causes and consequences......

"The deceased?" Liang Qu didn't know much about the old monk's past, and the only old monk he knew was the Taoist chief of Louguantai, but when he saw that the old monk didn't have any memories when he spoke, his face was flat, and he boldly guessed, "What did the master say about the evil monk before?" ”

"Exactly."

"The embankment was broken by an evil monk!?"

Liang Qu always thought that Cheng Chong's performance was abnormal.

However, the three law divisions couldn't find out the reason, the three law divisions couldn't help it, and he couldn't do anything, but he didn't expect the old monk to have a turnaround.

Unexpectedly, the old monk shook his head.

"The old man has never seen the embankment burst with his own eyes, so how can he deduce the real culprit without evidence?

Lao Wei just felt that man-made destruction of the embankment harmed the heavens and reason, except for the destruction of the country and the expedition was extremely rare, and this kind of behavior appeared in the prosperous era, which was quite similar to the usual means used by the Snow Mountain Sect to collect bad luck and calamity. ”

"Doom, calamity?"