Mo Yan returned to the firewood house, and the little mountain ghost had already cooked the meal.

These two masked men must be the so-called "Twelve-Headed Tuo", seeing that their agility and martial arts are not weak, there must be a reason why they hid the crown of Ayutthaya on this remote island, if it is just a trophy symbol of victory, there is no need to be so mysterious, there must be something strange in it.

At night, the desolate island is very quiet, except for the distant sound of waves crashing against the reef. Mo Yan changed into an ordinary outfit, and then took advantage of the moonlit night to go to the foot of the mountain again.

This time, he avoided the daytime path and took a detour up the mountain, quietly walking through the primeval rainforest, trying not to make a noise under his feet. In the darkness, the Dementor Eye came into play, seeing almost the same as daytime, and it wasn't long before he spotted a masked man hiding behind the slab roots of the Lookout Tree. Mo Yan didn't want to disturb him, so he bypassed the man from a distance and continued to climb towards the depths of the dense rainforest.

This hill is not high, and it takes about a pillar of incense to climb to the top. Originally, this was a volcanic crater, and the middle depression formed a round pool of clear water, the ripples were not like a mirror, and the water surface reflected the night sky with a bright moon, quiet and blurry like a fairyland.

A wooden platform was built in the southeast, northwest, and northwest directions of the pond, and on each platform there was a head tuo wearing a red robe meditating cross-legged, and there was also a wooden platform on the water surface in the middle of the pool, in which sat a very fat head tuo, also wearing a red robe, only he wore a crown on his head.

That should be the Ayutthaya crown, the fist-sized bead on the top of the crown in the moonlight emitted an earthy yellow halo, at this moment everything is silent, the bright moon in the sky, the reflection of Bitan, plus the five silent heads, make all this seem extremely weird.

What are they doing? It seemed to be a mysterious religious ritual, and Mo Yan was puzzled, so he silently hid in the bushes and quietly observed.

In the middle of the moon, when it was already the time, the five red-clothed heads were still motionless, and Mo Yan didn't want to spend any more, so he decided to look elsewhere.

At this moment, there was a faint smell of earth in his nose, as if it was the smell of the soil in the ground when he went up the mountain to collect herbs and dig out the rhizomes of plants, and as the smell in the air became stronger and stronger, Mo Xuan's dementor saw that the bead on the crown of the fat head in the middle of the pond seemed to be exuding a trace of aura rising and drifting into the night sky.

Sure enough, it was something from the spirit world, and the trace of aura was different from the colorful halo on Xiao Feiyunding, it was earthy yellow, and the smell in the air was probably emitted by it. If you look closely, you can see that the fat head is exhaling and making a move, urging the beads to exude more aura and earthy smell.

Mo Yan stared intently, and gradually found that the aura was slowly rotating above the waterhole, and the speed was getting faster and faster, and the heads seemed to be nervous, their bodies were no longer so stiff, and their faces showed a look of expectation.

The aura continued to rotate, and after a long while, it slowly stopped, and the aura also converged little by little, and finally disappeared completely.

The fat head in the middle sighed and stood up listlessly, and the head of the waterhole immediately got up to salute, looking tired. Fattou jumped up and floated across the water and landed on the shore, and the four red-clothed Toutuo followed him towards the back of the mountain and disappeared into the darkness.

Mo Yan quietly followed behind them, not daring to get too close, seeing that the fat head was far inferior to himself, and it would be difficult to get out if he was discovered.

The figure of the red-clothed head is gone, Mo Yan was surprised to probe around and still nowhere to be seen, hell, why is it that it is obviously in front of him and disappears in a flash?

In the end, the search was fruitless, and Mo had to go down the mountain in a huff.

Back in the firewood room, the little mountain ghost didn't sleep and still waited vigilantly with a bow and arrow in his hand, and he was relieved to see Mo Yan come back safely.

"Yes, is there a whereabouts of the crown?" asked Dongdong.

Mo Yan pondered and did not answer, feeling puzzled in his heart, the crown had been found, but what were those red-clothed heads doing? Could it be that the waterhole on the top of this hill was also a passage to the spiritual realm, could it be that the beads on the crown of Ayutthaya were the key to the spiritual realm? Thinking of this, his heart couldn't help but feel hot.

This night, Mo Yan tossed and turned and couldn't sleep, and he didn't take a nap until dawn in the east.

After dawn, Mo Yan put on his official uniform and took the little mountain ghost to the beach, found Wu Naiye, and began to inquire about the market of pearls.

The Moken fishermen brought out their inventory for Mo to choose, and U Naiye told him that pearls should be judged by their size, shape, color and skin light. There are many shapes of pearls: round, flat, steamed bun, oval, milk sinker and gourd, among which the round shape is preferred. The color is divided into white, yellow, pink, purple, black and gray, and the epidermis is of the highest grade with smooth and reflective skin, in short, the larger the more valuable.

"How big is the biggest pearl here?" Mo asked.

"I heard that Moken had picked a pearl the size of a baby's head ten years ago and paid tribute to the king. U Naiye said.

It was the first time Mo Yan had heard that there was such a big pearl, and the concubines in the palace would not die of exhaustion if they wore it.

"It is produced in coral reef clams, and it is regarded as a treasure of Buddhism in our country of Burma, and it is said to be able to calm the mind and ward off evil spirits, but it is very difficult to pick and die. ”

"Why?"

"The size of the clam is five or six hundred catties, and its two mussel shells together have a very strong biting force, as long as people's hands and feet are caught by it, they can no longer get out, so the drowning mussel pickers have it every year. ”

Mo Yan pretended to inspect it, and finally said that he still didn't meet anything to be hearty, because it was for the emperor of the Qing Dynasty, and he had to be the best to go back to the business.

The sea was uncertain, the sea had lost its usual blue, and the air was extremely hot, which U Nai Yah said was a precursor to a major storm.

Mo Yan told him that in this case, he would wait for the storm to pass before returning to Tanasarin.

One of the Moken fishing boats was about to anchor, trying to try their luck before the storm came, and if they could pick the clams pearls and sell them to the emperor of the Qing Dynasty, the price would not be low.

"I want to follow the boat and see it, too. Mo Yan said.

U Nai Yah communicated, and the fishermen were happy to go to sea with the Qing officials, so they took the three of them and sailed towards the coral reefs in the Amanda Sea.

Coral reefs generally grow in a depth of about 10 feet, not too far from the shore, and it takes half an hour to arrive. From the boat, the water is full of colors, the water is swaying with aquatic plants, and the fish are shuttling in between, and everything seems to be so peaceful and harmonious.

The Moken people are good at diving, and the fishermen can hold their breath for a little half of the incense under the water, and they bring their tools and plunge into the water and swim towards the bottom of the sea.

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