Yanshan Exquisite Record

Seeing that he opened his mouth to bite, Song Xueqiao didn't react too much. He just lowered his wrist, avoided the bloody mouth, stepped back three steps, and said with sorrow in his eyes, "This old gentleman, I'm kind enough to take your pulse. Why don't you appreciate it, and bite me instead of thanking me."

The old man is a paper tiger. After a burst of force, there were two "clucks" on his neck, and his body like dry wood immediately fell down as if he lost his strength. He stared at his cloudy and yellowed eyeballs, panting, and turned his eyes up to look at the roof. What are you thinking.

Seeing that he had no strength to move any more, Song Xueqiao jumped to one side and squatted down. The fire was glowing faintly, and he could barely see a dilapidated stove and firewood. He could tell that this should be the old thief's kitchen in Yanshan.

The corner was full of dust, and he rummaged for a long time before he pulled out a broken pottery pot, and a small half of the rainwater that had accumulated mud, and quickly set the pot on fire with his hands and feet.

The old man seemed to be aware of some movement here, and turned to look at him, with the broken felt hat over his eyes, unable to see clearly.

Song Xueqiao boiled water, groped his chest for a long time, and took out a row of bottles and jars exuding the fragrance of medicine, and identified them one by one with the orange light.

The old man seemed to sigh, and then spoke.

"The man whose oil is exhausted and the lamp is dry, little Taoist, why did you save me?"

The broken teeth leak the wind, and the sound is not very clear.

Song Xueqiao threw a handful of turmeric powder into the pot, heaved a sigh of relief, rubbed his hands together and said with a smile, "No reason, I don't have the guts of you old man, there is already a dead person in this house, and there will be another one. I'm afraid I'll die of fright at night."

Knowing that he was lying, the old man's wrinkled chicken-skinned face twitched twice, and sighed, "This place is desolate, since the little Taoist is afraid, why did he come here alone?"

Song Xueqiao flicked the firewood, the firewood crackled, and the splashed sparks shone on his dirty face, he said helplessly, "The old man invited me, but he didn't show up when I arrived."

"I see."

"And what about you?"

The soup in the pot was already boiling, and the bitter taste was permeating. Song Xueqiao took out a broken bowl from a corner, rinsed it with water twice, and wiped it with his sleeves, before he filled the soup and sent it over.

"Why doesn't the abbot enjoy the blessings in the temple, but has to go to Yanshan to hide?"

The old man didn't move at all, just stared at him, and after a while he giggled and said, "Unexpectedly, I can still hear someone call abbot after I leave Shaolin...but how do you know?"

"What a tacky way to ask." Song Xueqiao stepped forward, put the bowl on the side of the old man's head, sat down cross-legged, and frowned, "Are you Master Chejing?"

The old man lowered his eyes, "Coincidentally, a Taoist disciple at your age actually knows my Buddha name?"

"Unfortunately, everyone knows your name when you left the mountain."

"You haven't answered my last question."

"You'd better drink the medicine first."

It wasn't until half a bowl of decoction was drained that Song Xueqiao slowly glanced at a tattered robe, which was also patched, with strands of twine hanging from the end.

"Ken has to tear his clothes to make a felt hat. He's either bald or bald. You named Shaolin yourself. In the past ten years, apart from Che Jing, I can't think of anyone else in Shaolin who is so self-willed."

He was completely silent.

Song Xueqiao continued, "And I don't think ordinary old beggars would have the guts to live in this spooky place."

The firewood crackled twice, dyeing the skeleton light red. He paused, and then said, "What happened to the skeleton at the door, master?"

"You mean the female corpse?" Che Jing finally raised his eyes to look at him, his eyes were cloudy and gloomy, "It was obviously killed by Taoist Yanshan."

Song Xueqiao wondered, "Master is so sure? Could it be that he was there ten years ago?"

Che Jing reluctantly shook his head, "Shaolin never intervenes in Jianghu affairs. Ten years ago, the old monk did not participate in the siege, and because of this, I was never afraid of this parting villa like others."

Song Xueqiao smiled wryly, it would be fine for the demons and ghosts not to run away when they see Buddhist eminent monks, why should you be afraid.

Che Jing said slowly, "This woman is dressed plainly and died in the kitchen. It can be seen that she is Ding Mobai's maid and cook. Her bones are brittle and have been ashes for many years. It can be seen that she happened to die when Ding Mobai was under siege." It's not hard to imagine what Taoist Yanshan would do at that moment of life and death."

Song Xueqiao stared at the corpses on the other side of the campfire and said, "Senior, you mean that Ding Mobai killed their mouths?"

Che Jing coughed a few times, drank the ginseng soup, and her face turned red a lot, "There is no second reason."

Song Xueqiao shook his head, "I'm just a cook, what can I know?"

Che Jing suddenly laughed, and the laughter was mixed with coughing, which made people's teeth feel cold. Song Xueqiao looked suspicious, and didn't know what he was laughing at.

"Little brother, do you know why Ding Mobai lived alone in Yanshan? From the beginning to the end, there was only a cook and an old housekeeper by his side?"

Song Xueqiao sniffed, then moved towards the campfire, and stretched out two fingers, "Three possibilities, one, this person doesn't like to be served by others, and he is withdrawn by nature, and two, he has secrets, too many people will reveal them. "

Che Jing said, "What about the third?"

"If the cook was killed by Ding Mobai." Song Xueqiao folded his arms, "The third option will not be considered."

Che Jing said, "What is it?"

Song Xueqiao hummed, "There is adultery."

"Hehehe, young man." Chejing laughed and coughed a few more times, "Actually, you have already hit the second point. Even if there is no secret, a real master will not leave too many threats by his side. Yingbu Yongguan The three armies became the confidantes of the overlord of Chu, but in the end they defected and voted for Liu Bang, so it was best not to have such things as eagles and dogs from the beginning."

Eagle dogs are the best if they don't exist from the beginning?Song Xueqiao thought.

But if Ding Mobai had raised as many disciples as other sects back then, he would not have been besieged so easily, or in another situation, he would rather risk his own life than reveal some secrets to the public.

And he succeeded, his body and soul disappeared, and all the legends disappeared with him.

Cheats or hidden weapons, or the mechanism tomb that made him bad luck?Song Xueqiao shook his head with a wry smile.

Since ancient times, these so-called martial arts secrets have been scrambled for openly and secretly by people, including Ding Mobai and this master Che Jing in front of him.

He wanted to ask if the Luohanquan lost in Shaolin had been recovered, but the scene in front of him clearly told him that Master Chejing had not fulfilled his long-cherished wish, so he waited to die here alone, leaving the mess to Huichuang.

Although Che Jing had improved a lot, his complexion was still sallow, perhaps he hadn't eaten for a long time.

Song Xueqiao sat on the ground for a while, his legs were a little sore, he still got up and wiped the pot, took out a small bag of rice from the cloth bag, scooped up the remaining third of the clean water, and worked together to pull out the rice on the mountain. Throw the wild vegetables together into the pot to stew porridge and drink.

Che Jing just opened her eyes to see him crackling at work, and suddenly asked, "Little Taoist priest, why did your friend invite you to such a place?"

Song Xueqiao lowered his head and stirred the rice soup with a straw, "Who knows, he is also a genius like Ding Mobai."

Hua Yaojiu's ability to rescue them from Tanhuan Tower should not be underestimated.

"Thank you for your praise, Taoist Master." The voice came out of the dilapidated doors and windows.

Song Xueqiao was not surprised, on the contrary, he was looking forward to it.

The door was pushed open, and a person walked in in the cold wind, glanced down at the bones on the ground, and hopped lightly to avoid it, not a bit more handsome, refined and youthful than the first time he showed up .

A silver velvet gown sprinkled with stars and night dew.

"I thought Mr. Lan would come here this time with powder and flowers." Song Xueqiao raised his eyes and smiled, not surprised, and sarcastically said.

"Zhang Daochang was joking, this time you are dressed like this, and Lan has no interest in welcoming you with pink and black." Lan Huan walked slowly to the side of the pot, sat cross-legged next to Song Xueqiao, and nodded Chejing slightly towards the straw bed.

"Master Chejing doesn't mind if Lan takes a share of the pie? I just ate a piece of beef patty at the foot of the mountain, and now my mouth is very salty."

Che Jing said, "So this is your friend."

Lan Huan didn't mind the dirty bowl either. He raised his hand and took a bowl to drink. The heat and aroma overflowed, and he didn't forget the man who dug the well. Very trustworthy."

Song Xueqiao thought in his heart that I haven't had a drink yet, but you took the lead, with a smirk on his face, "Mr. Lan asked me out by himself, why are you so late?"

"I've arrived a long time ago. I knew someone was resting in this house, so I didn't want to disturb you, so I wandered around the mountain and waited for the Taoist priest." Lan Huan propped his chin, still staring at the pot, and squinted his eyes with a smile.

"Sure enough, Daoist Zhang didn't bring that senior brother with strong mana to catch monsters. I'm very satisfied."

"Brother Pindao has already gone to other places to get the demon, and I will deal with it here, but I don't know what the purpose of this demon is?"

There are too many things that Song Xueqiao can't understand tonight, one is Ding Mobai's secret, and the other is Hua Yaojiu's plan, but in the end Hua Yaojiu didn't do anything to him.

Not only that, but he also saved his life and found the little nerd. He shouldn't have spoken so aggressively, but Mr. Song just couldn't help it. Maybe Tan Huan Lou told him that he would get goose bumps when he mentioned this person fly.

Lan Huan didn't mind his rudeness, he served a bowl of porridge to Master Chejing who was disturbed in his sleep, turned to Song Xueqiao and said, "Everything comes first, first come first, master must have a good rest tonight, why don't we change to another one?" A place to talk about love?"

Song Xueqiao got up with his hands behind his back, brushed off the soot from his robe, and corrected, "It's about exorcising demons."

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