Just as they were making a fuss, Ye Qingming suddenly opened the door, and the sky light poured in, shining directly on Qi Yin's face, who was only wearing a pair of pants and was pressed at the bottom. Qingming's scarred face showed a moment of daze, "You guys are playing so much?"
The brothers retreated one after another and said, "Misunderstanding, uncle, misunderstanding. We are just kidding."
"Don't play anything in Wufang. This is not our wild mountain top. When you get caught and go to Jietang to play the board, don't blame me for not saving you." Ye Qingming raised his chin and said, "Yunzhi Yunlan Come out, Yun Yin, come with me."
Qi Yin quickly put on his clothes and went out with Qingming. Walking under the gloomy sky, Qingming said: "Wufang caught that pig demon, and now he is interrogating in the secret hall, and he invites us to listen. Don't talk for a while, Wufang's gang of old thieves are very good. Yun Lan, that Has the pig seen you before, doesn't it know what you look like?"
Fu Lan said he knew.
Ye Qingming secretly said, "It's broken." "I knew earlier that the dead fat man would also help you change your appearance. Forget it, go take a look first, and act by chance."
Qi Yin wondered, wouldn't it be okay not to let the pig see it? At the door of the secret hall, Qi Yin consciously kept silent, followed Qingming into the hall, and only when he got inside did he know why he was not worried about being seen by the pig demon. The secret hall is a huge hall. It is dark inside, and you can't see your fingers. Only a beam of miserable white light hits the center of the hall from the towering dome. The pig demon Fulan sits cross-legged under the beam. The iron shackles were locked, and a pair of fierce eyes appeared under the tousled hair.
As soon as he entered the door, Qi Yin almost stumbled, and Fu Lan supported him. After getting used to the darkness inside, I saw pure black marble stairs all around, with deep and shallow runes engraved on the steps, and occasionally faint silver light flowed through. Qi Yin touched it, and recognized that it was a spell forbidding divine consciousness. The terrain in the center is the lowest, and the surrounding areas are increased step by step, and dark figures are sitting around each level. In this way, no matter where you sit, you can see the pig demon at the bottom, but the pig demon cannot see them.
They sat at the highest level, and people sat next to them one after another, but they were all far apart, so they couldn't see their faces clearly. Yun Zhi leaned over his head and pointed to the bottom step, where there was a person sitting alone with his back to everyone.
"That's Qi Lingshu."
"How do you know?" Qi Yin asked.
Yun Zhi shrugged, "That's all he has. He likes to be alone wherever he goes. In the future, if you want to be handsome, learn from him."
It's too far away, and Qi Yin's back is blurred, and he can vaguely see the tall and straight back and the long sword in his hand. The scabbard was also hidden in the shadows, occasionally flashing a bleak streamer. The guy was so far away from everyone, like an isolated cedar pine.
The interrogation started, and an old voice sounded from the high platform in front: "Fu Lan, do you know what's wrong?"
The familiar opening remarks made Qi Yin feel a little bored. Generally speaking, this is what the big devil interrogates, and the big devil will always answer: "What's wrong with me!"
But this pig demon is a bit special. He raised his head and said coldly: "I do "" your mother and father, " " your whole family, " " your eighteenth generation ancestors!" The shadow of the man, "I still want to do "" you, "" you, "" you, you, you, you! And you!"
This time, it seemed like a cannonball was thrown into the hall, and the whole place was boiling. Someone slapped the table and shouted, "Speak mad! Foul language!"
Some people even cursed: "Dare you! Shameless!"
Someone in the back stood up and roared: "We don't want to be fucked by you! We are pigs when you fucked!"
The scolding of this group of people from Xianmen is really bad, Qingming Yunzhi and Qi Yin couldn't hold back, they couldn't hold back their laughter. The laughter was especially abrupt in the silent hall. Except for Qi Lingshu at the front, everyone in the dark turned their faces and looked at them coldly. The three silently covered their mouths.
The person on the high platform said again: "Let me ask you, the village of Bali in the suburbs of Yongzhou, He Village was killed, but what did you do?"
"What are you? Where's Qi Lingshu? Is that kid here? Let him ask questions!" The pig demon sneered.
"I am Yuan Yin, the Twelfth Elder of Wufang. You must answer the truth of my question!" Yuan Yin said sharply.
It turned out to be Yuan Yin, and Qi Yin had heard of him. It is said that this old man was a versed in books, Wei compiled three masterpieces, and was good at annotating scriptures and proofreading. He wrote the commentaries on scriptures on the market today, and he taught the scriptures of Qi Yin's study of Taoism in the future.
His most famous Taoism is "Yuanshen", which puts forward the theory that famous gods do not exist. He believes that Fuxi and Nuwa are all mud statues fabricated by ancient people who suffered from natural disasters. The madness achieved by hallucinogenic plants such as mandala, mandala and poisonous mushrooms, which ancient people regarded as psychic. Southern Xinjiang is indeed rich in opium poppy, and many people think that what he said is very reasonable. After all, for thousands of years, no one has seen the gods recorded in the ancient books. Occasionally, there are places where there is a great god who appears, and it is finally confirmed to be a mystery. In ancient ruins like Anyang Yin Ruins, there is no trace of divine activity at all. As for the Bashan Temple, no one can enter, so we won't discuss it for the time being.
"Okay," the pig demon scratched his ears, "you call me dad to listen to me. I love my son, so maybe I'll answer."
"You bastard!" Yuan Yin slapped the table angrily.
This pig demon has made it clear that he will not deal with it, when will such a trial be a head? Qi Yin was speechless. Yun Zhi told him in a low voice that Wu Fang was just such a virtue, and he should ask questions first, but if he couldn't ask, he would be punished, showing that he was a gentleman and would not treat the prisoners harshly. Qi Yin felt bored and didn't want to listen anymore, so he rubbed over to Fu Lan. Fu Lan lowered her eyebrows, her forehead hair blocked her eyes, apparently not listening. When this guy is silent, he seems transparent even in the hustle and bustle of the crowd, as if there is no such person in this world at all.
Qi Yin took his hand and wrote in his palm: What are you doing
Fu Lan was stunned for a moment, Qi Yin's fingers were scratching on his palm, itchy, he couldn't hold back and didn't shrink back, and when Qi Yin finished writing, he wrote on Qi Yin's palm: Meditation.
Qi Yin wrote again: What are you thinking
Fu Lan wrote: In a daze.
Qi Yin: "..."
Qi Yin learned it, and later in a daze, he also told others that he was meditating.
"Bastard, angry old man!" The pig demon over there still didn't deal with it, Yuan Yin coughed while clutching his chest.
All four of them sighed, some people were directly punished, and there was a lot of discussion. The shadow of the lone group at the bottom suddenly stood up, walked to the position opposite the pig demon, and bowed to Yuan Yin: "Lingshu is willing to interrogate on your behalf."
Yuan Yin finally breathed a sigh of relief and waved his hand to express his promise. Qi Lingshu was sitting opposite the pig demon, Qi Yin still couldn't see his face, only a thin shadow could be seen. The sleeves of the robe were hanging down on the ground, and a corner was leaking under the sky light. It was pure and simple, like a foot of white snow. . In the darkness, he opened his mouth, his voice indifferent and cold: "Bali Village outside Yongzhou City, He Village was slaughtered, but what did you do?"
"That's right, it's Lao Tzu." The pig demon was finally honest and replied with a sneer.
"Xiafang Village and He Village on the banks of the Xiangshui River were slaughtered, and all the poultry were lost, but what did you do?"
"it's me."
"The tragic destruction of the village outside the city of Hengzhou was also your fault?"
"it's me."
"On the ninth day of March this year, two disciples, Guixin and Gushan, under the elder Bai Jueming of Zhonggu Mountain disappeared; on March 11th, thirty disciples from Zizaimen disappeared; on March 21st, forty-seven disciples from Xiaoyaomen disappeared. ; On the eighth day of April, five disciples of Wufang Mountain disappeared. But what did you do?"
Qi Yin was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously looked at Yun Zhi and Ye Qingming, these two uncles and nephews rarely became serious, and stared down with their arms folded.
The pig demon laughed and said, "I kill people when I see them, and cut them when I see Taoists. How do I know who I killed, and which family? - 'This corpse is named so-and-so, and it was killed by my Fulan'!"
"Who else is it not you!?" Someone stood up and shouted angrily, and was quickly pressed by the person next to him.
Qi Lingshu waved his sleeves, and pieces of rice paper flew out of his wide sleeves and slowly unfolded in front of the pig demon. Above are the portraits of Taoist priests, some men and women, some walking with swords, some reading books and writing. There was a suppressed cry in the seat, and it was probably a fellow disciple of the missing Taoist priest. Qi Lingshu asked, "Is there anyone you recognize?"
"You all look the same, how can I remember it?" Pig Yao said, "However, Qi Lingshu, I remember your appearance very clearly."
Someone finally couldn't help it and said loudly: "Why do you talk so much nonsense with him? Just use the 'spirit point' technique to see if his memory is not good? Is it what he did, and then the truth will be revealed."
Qi Yin was startled. He had heard of this kind of soul art. The caster could read the subject's memory, but if he was a little careless, the spiritual power would impact the soul, and the subject would become a fool. This is broken, the pig head recognized Fu Lan, and the two must have met each other in the southern border. If he used a little soul technique, Fu Lan would definitely be exposed.
There were more and more people who agreed to use some soul techniques. Qi Yin was frightened and turned to look at Fu Lan.
"Brother." Qi Yin poked him.
Fu Lan raised his eyes, his eyes were light, he touched the top of Qi Yin's hair, and said softly: "Not afraid."
His voice was light and flat, with no ups and downs, like a gust of wind blowing through the treetops. But somehow, Qi Yin's heart was so calm, it seemed that as long as Fu Lan was there, any problem could be solved easily.
But he didn't know that Fu Lan's method had always been the simplest and most direct. This method was killing.
The quiet man lowered his eyes again, adjusted his breathing to the best state, and his muscles were tense, like a knife about to be unsheathed. He closed his eyes and listened to the heartbeats of everyone in the secret hall. He has an extremely powerful ear, and he can capture everyone's breath and heartbeat without releasing his consciousness. Under the loud scolding, each heartbeat was like a snare drum, each beating vigorously. Most dangerous was the charred old man on the fifth step, hiding in deep shadows, his breath hissing like an ice snake spitting out letters. Then there is Qi Lingshu at the bottom, the young man in white, his heartbeat is calm and peaceful, like the cymbals in the scriptures.
Once the soul-pointing technique is activated, Fu Lan will instantly appear behind the old man in black, crushing his heart. Then flashed in front of Qi Lingshu and cut his throat. The completion of these two actions only takes two blinks of time. Then he will take Qi Yin, find the black cat, and leave Wu Fang.
More and more people agreed to use the "soul-pointing technique". In the secret darkness, Fu Lan opened his eyes, and there was a quiet killing intent hidden in his dark pupils. There was a lot of noise in the secret hall, like boiling hot water bubbling, no one found that this quiet and almost transparent man was ten thousand times more dangerous than that pig demon.
Murder is imminent.