At dusk, Su Niang came back from Dali City.

"Remnant, this is the wine and food that my mother bought, you can send it to Mr. Mu, people have always taken good care of you, and we can't be less courteous," Su Niang handed her son a bamboo basket with a jar of wine and a shiny roast chicken, and admonished, "I just heard that there are dead people in Gantong Temple, you have to go early and return early, be careful on the way." ”

Mo Yan carried the basket up the mountain, and after a while, it was completely dark.

Oil lamps are still lit in a cottage next to the pine forest, which is Mr. Mu's house. The door was open, Mo Yan knocked twice and saw no answer, so he pushed the door in, and there was no one in the room.

Mo Yan rested the bamboo basket on the table and sat down to wait for Mr. Mu to come back. Looking around, I inadvertently caught a glimpse of an old book pressed under the bedside pillow, and picked it up. The cover is written "Muhammad's ventriloquism", so curiously flipped through it, this is a handwritten thin booklet, the title page is written with a neat line of official script: Shuzhong Bajun Mu's descendants remember, practice this ventriloquist three prohibitions, one must not confuse people, two is not allowed to spread outside, three must not commit the annihilation department.

Strange, what kind of book is this?

At this time, there was a faint human voice in the night wind of Cangshan, which seemed to be somewhat familiar, Mo Yan put the book back in its place, went out and followed the sound into the pine forest. In the moonlight, I caught a glimpse of Mr. Mu and a man in white Confucian clothes standing in a clearing in the forest, and the two seemed to be arguing about something.

Mo Yan quietly hid behind a tree.

"You are too reckless, there are a few people who are good at using iron fans in the rivers and lakes, and the government will definitely follow the traces. A shrill voice.

Hey, isn't this the voice I've heard at the debate, don't think about it.

"Let's say okay, I'll steal the map for you to crack, now the map is in hand, and the rest is your business. As for the government, it's not to underestimate them, and they can't find me here for a year and a half. The man said dismissively.

"Okay, give me the picture. A shrill voice said.

Mo Yan's eyes widened in surprise, Mr. Mu's face was expressionless, his mouth didn't move, and the voice actually came from his body.

The man lowered his head and pulled the scroll from his sleeve.

At this moment, Mr. Mu suddenly and silently struck his palm like lightning and slapped it on his Heavenly Spirit Cover.

"You're ......," the man snorted and fell.

Behind the pine tree, Mo Yan almost screamed in horror, and hurriedly covered his mouth.

Mr. Mu looked around vigilantly, glanced at the corpse, then picked up the scroll, turned around and pulled a hoe out of the grass, and dug a hole on the spot, it turned out that he had already prepared.

Under the cold moonlight, the man's pale face and eyes looked directly at the night sky in confusion, and it turned out to be a white-faced Confucian student.

Mo was so frightened that he didn't dare to come out, and stood motionless behind the tree. It was not until Mr. Mu returned to the school after burying the body that he retreated lightly into the pine forest, and then took a detour all the way home.

"Remnant, what's wrong with you, running sweating profusely?" asked Su Niang in surprise.

Mo Yan didn't say it, he didn't want to scare his mother.

At night, he lay in bed without any sleep. Mr. Mu actually buried three lives for the "Vulture Landscape Map", and it is not a pity that the bearded and white-faced Confucian killed people first, but the old monk who guarded the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion was a good person and had always been kind to Mo Yan. In addition, I heard that Mr. Mu came to Gantong Temple from the Central Plains a few years ago, could it be that teaching was just to hide people's eyes, but his real purpose was to come for this picture? If so, there must be some big secret hidden in the "Vulture Landscape Map" of the old monk, otherwise it is not worth these people to fight desperately.

Thinking of Mr. Mu's palm when he killed the white-faced Confucian student, the ruthlessness of the shot was really terrifying. Sending wine and food to the private school, although he didn't touch it, Mr. Mu will definitely guess who sent it, whether he will kill people and give himself a palm. Mr. Mu's voice is usually hoarse, but the shrill and piercing voice does come from his body, which is really strange. Also, what kind of book is "Muhammad's Ventriloquism"? The more he thought about it, the more scared he became, should he tell his mother and then go to the official mansion? After thinking about it, the rooster crowed three times, and finally decided to pretend that he didn't know anything and go to school as usual tomorrow morning.

Early in the morning, in front of the school, Mr. Mu stood under the porch with his hands in his hands.

Mo Yan suppressed the panic in his heart, stepped forward and said, "Mr. Mu, my mother asked me to bring some wine and food last night, and I will leave it on the table when you are not there." ”

Mr. Mu looked at Mo Yan with a lazy expression, snorted in his mouth, and turned around and walked into the house without saying anything.

During class, Mr. Mu's eyes glanced over from time to time, don't panic, don't warn yourself, try to pretend to be casual.

After school, Mo Yan finally breathed a sigh of relief, packed up his things and was about to get up.

"Mo Yan, you stay, I have something to ask you. Mr. Mu said suddenly.

Mo Yan's heart tightened, it was over, he must have found out.

The children left the dormitory one by one, and finally only the two of them were left in the house.

"Mo Yan, you also went to the temple debate meeting yesterday, right?" Mr. Mu asked slowly.

"Yes, I was standing outside the window," Mo replied truthfully, "and I saw Mr. Mu sitting in the corner and dozing off." ”

"Go back and tell your mother, thank you for the wine and food she sent," Mr. Mu paused, and suddenly changed the topic, "Mo Remnant, what do you think about the dead people in Gantong Temple?"

It's coming, don't be sad. He pretended to think about it, and then said, "That prefect Lord Li said that he secretly tried to kill the old monk with a beard, and then he was killed by other bad people. ”

"Who do you think killed Beard?"

"Is this," Mo scratched his head, "Maybe it's ......"

"What is it?" Mr. Mu stared in.

Beads of sweat appeared on the tip of Mo Yan's nose, if he kept asking, sooner or later he would reveal his stuffing, and the closer the surname Suo is, the closer it is to the truth, it is not easy to be suspected.

"By the way, it's that white-faced Confucian student. Mo Yan seemed to say suddenly.

"Really?"

"It must be him, I saw a white-faced Confucian with a folding fan in his hand, and the prefect said that the beard was killed by the fan bone, who else could he be. Mo Yan's tone was very affirmative.

"Well, there's some truth to that. Mr. Mu's expression softened.

Mo's heart fell.

Mr. Mu added: "Mo Yan, it's really rare for you as a child to be able to observe things in such detail." You've seen that "Vulture Landscape" too, do you feel anything unusual?"

Mo Yan recalled the picture, the ink spots, the water halo and the vulture, thought for a while and said: "I don't know calligraphy and painting, I just think it's very strange that the big bird has no feathers but has a body of animal hair, where can there be such a thing on the Jade Bureau Peak." ”

"What are you talking about, Yuju Peak?" Mr. Mu's eyes lit up.

"Yes, that big bird is standing on top of the sixth mountain peak in the south, isn't that the Jade Bureau Peak?" Mo Yan said.

"Yes, you go back first, and bring the basket with you. Mr. Mu stood up.

Mo was relieved, and hurriedly left the school with a bamboo basket, and when he went out, he heard Mr. Mu behind him muttering: "Yuju Peak, it turned out to be Yuju Peak." ”

Under the oil lamp, Su Niang carefully looked at the animal skin shoulders on her son's body, which she had spent several nights sewing.

"Mother, it's a little big. ”

"Who told you to grow so fast, you can wear it for two more years when you are older. ”

"This shoulder is very warm, is it rabbit skin?" asked Mo Wanmo, rubbing the soft gray fine hair on his body.

"My mother doesn't know, I turned out from the bottom of the box, it's cold, the wind is strong on the mountain, and I will get sick if I don't wear warm clothes to school. Su Niang nagged.

In the morning, a group of schoolchildren gathered in front of the school, and a note was posted on the door, which was Mr. Mu's message. He said that he was not there today, and asked the students to go home and study on their own. Everyone jumped up happily and had a good day.

Mo Yan stood silently in front of the door, recalling the conversation at the end of school yesterday, and he concluded that Mr. Mu must have gone to Yuju Peak. Although Mr. Mu seems to have relieved his doubts about himself, he still has to be careful, the tragic scene of killing the white-faced Confucian student that night still haunts him. It seems that the "Vulture Landscape" does hide some secrets, maybe there is a treasure, maybe what it will be?

The next day, Mr. Mu did not return, and the schoolchildren were happy again as usual.

Half a month has passed, and Mr. Mu has never returned.

Mo Mo wandered absentmindedly in the Gantong Temple for a while, and the monks continued to teach and chant the scriptures, as if nothing had happened.

Mr. Mu must have found the treasure, and then flew away, and the bloody case of Gantong Temple was over. He remembered the book "Muhammad's Ventriloquism", where Mr. Mu, who usually had a hoarse voice, could become another person's voice without even opening his mouth...... Unconsciously, Mo Yan came to the school. Mr. Mu's door was still locked, and through the hidden window, he could vaguely see a thin old book pressed under the pillow next to the bed, and he couldn't help but feel a move in his heart.

He looked around at no one, so he climbed in through the window and pulled out the book from under his pillow, which was the book of Muhammad's Ventriloquism.

Since Mr. Mu's disappearance, the government came to take a turn as usual, and in the end, it was gone, and because he couldn't find Mr. Teach, the private school had to close.

Mo is fine at home, and the surname Suo opened the book "Mu's Ventriloquism" to see.

"To learn ventriloquism, you must first practice qi retrograde, and use qi to control the sound, so as to get twice the result with half the effort. Therefore, if you don't open your mouth, you can speak, and birds and beasts can speak. At the beginning of the book, the wonders of ventriloquism were described, which made Mo Yan scratch his ears and cheeks, and was excited.

Practicing qi, how to practice this, Mo Yan saw that there were many people without clothes in the book, with many lines and dots drawn on their bodies, and the annotations on the side were meridians and acupuncture points, which was very complicated.

It doesn't seem to be something that can be learned all at once.,Anyway, I don't study in private school.,It's just a matter of slowly pondering at home.。 In the following days, Mo Yan practiced according to the methods and steps recorded in the book, Lao Mo couldn't see, and Su Niang was illiterate, so he thought he was reviewing his homework.

After the New Year, Su Niang discussed with Lao Mo that since she had no books to study, she should find something to do for her children. Mo Yan wanted to go up to the mountains to hunt like the people in the village, but Lao Mo firmly disagreed, and finally decided to send him to the city for an apprenticeship.

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