Picking snow mushrooms here, I'm afraid it's also quite a sin.

When he got here, Shi Congyi found messy footprints, most of which appeared on the edge of the damp thick wood. This is the trace left by the leather boots of the mountain people, judging from the texture and model, it should belong to Meng Dafang.

Other than that, there are no second footprints.

"Let's go back. Shi Congyi was greatly disappointed, and Yan Saburo looked around. So far, there is no clue that Meng Dafang's disappearance was attacked by others, let alone link him to the missing princess team.

The clue that appeared by chance was interrupted again.

Shi Congyi was secretly anxious. Although the war has been suspended for three years, the ties established between the two countries are still very fragile, and the hatred and misunderstandings that have accumulated over the years are far from being eliminated. Xuan Pinggong mainly had an accident in the territory of the country, and the relations between the two countries were about to deteriorate in one day.

Yan Saburo listened to Chitose whisper: "It's a little familiar, this place." ”

"You've been here?" Chitose didn't know much about his past.

She didn't answer, hesitated for a while before saying, "Maybe I'm mistaken." ”

......

After the two masters left, the Yellow Crane family dispersed and collected clues about the "Three-Eyed Monster" in Sanjiao Town.

In the various shops in the town, the image of the three-eyed monster is not uncommon, and many amulets are made of its appearance, cloth, wood, bamboo, adults and children wear it.

Even the window paper of some houses has been cut to look like three-eyed monsters. Over the years, the monster's body has been simplified to resemble that of a monkey, with only the extra vertical pupils on its forehead being emphatically depicted. This is also its most memorable feature.

The locals call it "Bowu", which means terrifying monster.

Huang He and Huang Er asked a lot of townspeople, and the answers they got were all the same, similar to what Lian Rongsheng said and Yan Saburo listened to, and there was nothing new.

Even if the legend is true, it happened a long time ago. The life span of people is too short, and the oldest people here also heard the story of "Bowu" from their fathers.

After being passed down by word of mouth for generations, the legend has been given wings, horns, and elongated bodies, turning into four different monsters.

It's hard to find a little more usable clue from the lore.

Huang Dagang came out of the Bowu Temple.

As the name suggests, this small temple is dedicated to the Three-Eyed Monster.

People who have heard the legend of Bowu are surprised that the incense of the small temple is surprisingly prosperous.

The temple is very small, covering an area of no more than seven or eight square meters. Put up shrines, offering tables, and a few futons, and there will be no one standing in the temple.

But the censer was filled with sticks of incense of different lengths, and the smoke was burning, and on the offering table were a few eggs, half a chicken, and half a pig's head. Judging from the incense ash that fell from the pig's head, they had only been on it for a short time.

Miaozhu is a half-deaf old man, and Huang Da has to roar when he talks to him. It was only when he yelled that his voice was almost broken that the old man finally figured out the question he had raised, then shook his head and gave a succinct two-word answer:

"I don't know. ”

He didn't know who could find the monster, he didn't know why it had disappeared, and he couldn't even provide the slightest hint of help.

The yellow atmosphere was so big that he vomited blood.

But before he vomited blood, his throat was already smoking, and he needed a drink.

Three hundred zhang away is the tavern.

But he is now doing a task, the little master explained.

It took Huang Da two breaths to figure it out, it wouldn't take long to have a glass of wine, and he could still talk in the tavern. It is said that it is the most well-informed place.

He walked in with peace of mind, asked for a jug of wine, and pricked up his ears to listen.

The tavern is not small, and the guests are half full. There are foreigners and locals who eat and drink here, and what they say is trivial. Huang Dagu took a few sips, and felt that the wine here was inferior, far inferior to the fine wine in Chunming City.

It seems that it can only quench your thirst.

He finished half the pot in one go, and was about to go out, but heard a quarrel outside.

The tavern is facing the main entrance of the gambling house. From his vantage point, he could see a person in the gambling house blocked at the door and not allowed to go out.

This is a thin old man, at least over seventy years old, with a slight back, full of gray hair, and drooping eyelids, and a pair of eyes that have turned into triangular eyes.

Huang Da heard the fortune teller in Chunming City say that such a face with high cheekbones and few fleshy cheeks shows that this person is mean and blessed, even if there is no near trouble, there are far worries.

Apparently he has a near-term concern now. Because the big man who guarded the gambling house pushed him inside, and almost pushed him to stumble: "I want to go out and pay the money back!"

"When do I owe you money?" the old man shook his hand and scolded him, "Get out of the way, or I'll report to the official!"

"It is natural to repay debts, and it is also the same reason to report to the official. ”

The old man squinted at him: "I don't know how I ended up here, you kidnapped me in!"

The big man smiled angrily: "What are you pretending to be stupid, what are you doing, you ask who here doesn't know you?"

There was a lot of trouble on both sides, and the voice came to the tavern, and the guests discussed: "I still entered the gambling house at such an old age, I really am an old gambler." ”

"Known as Zhang Million. "It's not just an old gambler, he's a legend in our place." ”

"What kind of legendary method?" everyone immediately came to the excitement, "Talk about it, talk about it!"

Huang Da also pricked up his ears. He's collecting intelligence, the little master said, don't let go of any trouble, well, that's it!

This Zhang Million was also a famous rich man when he was young, with a family fortune of millions, so he got this name. With the blessing of everyone's eyes, the local drinker took another sip of wine, "It's a pity that I can't keep my money." He's a gamble!"

"After so many years, his family property has been squandered, and he can still owe a P share debt. The drinker smiled, "But this person also has some ability, and there are a few times when he looks exhausted, and as a result, he can make a lot of money and become a big guy again." ”

Others were curious: "Where did the money come from? What does this person do for a living?"

"I heard that he did some calligraphy and painting in the city in his early years, but later he fell ill and returned to the town to recuperate, and spent all his money again. ”

While everyone was talking, a woman in green clothes suddenly came on the street and swept away the hand of the man guarding the door: "Don't move him!"

She was only sixteen or seventeen years old, and she was a delicate little girl with slightly honey-colored skin. Somehow, when Huang Da saw her for the first time, he inexplicably remembered the blue-eyed kingfisher with blue feathers and blue tails on the shore of Chunshentang Lake - when he stared at people, his eyes were also so round and bright.

Dahan smiled: "It's just in time, and it saves us from looking for you again." ”

The little girl stopped in front of Zhang Million and bit her lip: "How much money do you owe this time?"

"One hundred and seventy taels!"