That monk has a dragon [Rebirth]

It was almost midnight when the hundred-family banquet was over, and after the monks from each family thanked the host, they went to the guest house for rest in twos and threes.

The moon was bright on the first day of the new year, and the bright white light shone on the eaves and courtyard, and was blown by the cool wind, which was infected with the cold of winter.

I thought I was going to wait for him to come back in the courtyard of the Ming Sect Master, but I didn't expect him to come back after waiting left and right, and I couldn't rush to wait in the house, so I asked the servants in the courtyard to fetch the stove and sat in the courtyard. They cooked tea.

The water in the stove boiled three times before the sound of talking came from outside. Wu Nian slowly stirred the tea in the stove with a long wooden spoon, looked up towards the gate of the courtyard, and just saw Ming Qiao walking in, covered in frost and cold. Following Zhong Xun, the patriarch of the Zhong family.

Ming Qiao seemed a little surprised when he saw him, he gave a low "Huh", turned around and said something to Zhong Xun, and sent away the Sect Master Zhong who came with him, and then walked towards Wu Nian.

"It's enough to tell the servants to do things like boil water and tea. Why doesn't the master sit in the house in the cold weather?"

"Amitabha." Wu Nian handed a cup of tea to Ming Qiao, and said politely: "The poor monk was invited by the suzerain to come to Lianyun Mansion as a guest. If the master is not here, it is naturally not easy to enter the house and wait."

"Master, you're welcome." Ming Qiao smiled, held the teacup in his hand to warm his cold hands, but didn't drink it, and asked straight to the point: "Master is waiting for me here late at night, but what's the matter?"

Wu Nian stared at the cup in his hand for a while, filled another cup for himself, drank it to warm his body that was blown through the cold by the night wind, and then sighed softly.

He looked up at Ming Qiao, and asked plainly: "Today we brought out a female corpse from the dark river, the Ming suzerain must have heard about it, right?"

Ming Qiao nodded, and sighed regretfully.

"I heard. There are many disciples of the Ming family, and there are many servants and maids. I didn't find any missing ones. That's why she was left in that dark place. Thanks to the master for bringing her body out. I have ordered Go down, and wait for two days for all the people from the Xianmen to leave, then put her in the ground. I heard that both the master and the Mr. Si were injured, and they will be raised in the Lianyun Mansion in the past few days."

I read silently for a while, and then I put the tea cup I was attached to on the stone table, and there was a slight sound when I touched it.

He looked at Ming Qiao's falsely smiling face, and asked word by word: "Master Ming really doesn't know that girl?"

"Master's words are strange. There are so many people in Yunfu, and some disciples whom he sees every day may not be able to call them by name, let alone a waitress with her head bowed?"

Wu Nian had expected that he would not simply admit it, and twirling the cup containing half a cup of tea with his fingertips, he continued: "Ming Sect Master said that she slipped and fell, but the disciples and servants of the Ming family all agreed. However, this maid who lost her footing and fell into the dark river without seeing the sun is wearing a red dress."

If he was wearing a red dress and red shoes when he died, he would most likely attract great resentment and turn into a ghost after death.

For example this one.

Ming Qiao looked up at Wu Nian, then lowered his head to stare at the tea leaves swirling in the cup, and didn't answer.

I read: "This girl's ghost became a ferocious ghost, and ran from Xinling City to the small town of Tonglu thousands of miles away. If the lonely ghost wanted to harm people, it wouldn't let so many people along the way No harm, run to that Miss Mei and her husband, this matter must have something to do with Ming Sect Master, right?"

"It's said that monks don't lie, master, you can't just talk nonsense."

Ming Qiao took his words calmly, laughed a few times like a joke, and said: "Cultivators catch ghosts and eliminate demons, how can they indulge ghosts and hurt people? You said it too, that place is far away from the letter. The mausoleum is thousands of miles away, and I don't know any lady surnamed Mei, so why would you do such a thing to harm her?"

"Naturally, it's to get what you want." Wu Nian lowered his voice a little bit, leaned over the table while leaning on the table, and lowered his voice a little bit.

"The picture scroll possessed by Ms. Mei and Mr. Lin's brush for drawing dreams and life, all turned into a piece of broken jade in the end. Mingzong mainly wanted these two pieces of jade, so he repeatedly invited the poor monk to Lianyun Mansion .”

The smile that was always floating on Ming Qiao's face finally put away, the teacup was a little cold in his hands, he poured the tea on the flowers and trees next to him, and picked up the wooden spoon to refill the tea.

Wu Nian looked at the movements of his hands, and had no intention of stopping, and continued to speak unhurriedly.

"Mr. Lin once said that a person asked him to draw a dream for a scholar and Miss Mei, because the scholar's ancestor uploaded a blank picture scroll, and only the things drawn by the true heart will remain on the scroll. The poor monk guessed, and the scholar It doesn't really matter who the woman in the same dream is, she was chosen because Miss Lin was born beautiful. If the scholar really fell in love with her, he would definitely make this painting for her that would never fade. It's this painting."

"It's just that the suzerain didn't expect Master Mei to stop them from being together, and even killed his own daughter for the reputation of the Mei family. Before the suzerain master could find a way to take the scroll away, Miss Mei closed the door tightly for Mr. Yang's life. Even the painting was locked in the boudoir. So the suzerain let a ghost go there, making people mistakenly think that the ghost in the plum garden was actually Miss Mei's ghost, so as to snatch the painting away when the door opened."

The wind at night blew the green cypresses in the courtyard, Ming Qiao took a sip of hot tea and smiled noncommittally.

"Mr. Lin's matter of taking someone's lifespan has nothing to do with the Suzerain. The Suzerain sent his disciples to kill a weak teacher. First, it was to cover up the fact that you asked him to paint dreams for Miss Mei and Mr. Yang. The pen in his hand."

While Wu Nian said these words calmly, he refilled his cup of hot tea, but his gaze was always on Ming Qiao's face, and he saw all the changes in his expression.

In the end, he took out a small cloth bag from his arms and opened it carefully. There were two small cross darts wrapped in the ocher red coarse cloth, one new and the other old, both stained with dark red blood.

Ming Qiao frowned, and finally asked, "This is?"

"This object was found near the body of the person who chased and killed Mr. Lin. I wonder if the Ming Sect Master can recognize it?"

"I don't know." Ming Qiao shook his head, denying it flatly.

"The suzerain said he didn't recognize it without carefully looking at it, just now you also said that you didn't know the girl who turned into a grieving ghost after death."

"If you don't believe me, master, just search on the disciples of my Ming family. The hidden weapons of each sect in Xianmen have their own marks on them. Since the master is not sure, it means that there are no marks on them. How can things without marks Let me admit it?"

Ming Qiao's tone became colder, but fortunately he did not get angry, and calmly analyzed: "Besides, the person who died was sent by my Ming family, since it was found near the corpse, how could it be a hidden weapon of the Ming family? ? Could it be that they committed suicide with hidden weapons?"

"This..." Wu Nian was taken aback for a moment. He always took it for granted that the hidden weapon appeared there, and it must have something to do with those who chased and killed Mr. Lin. not necessarily.

Since it is impossible for them to commit suicide with hidden weapons, it is very likely that someone else appeared there at that time.

And the person who will go to Mr. Lin at that time, and who can kill the disciples of the Ming family, maybe... is the Lord Meng who needs a long life.

Ming Qiao knew that he was thinking about his own words, so he didn't intend to make more excuses for this unknown hidden weapon, but instead answered the previous words.

"The master said it was right. I asked that Mr. Lin to make them fall into a dream. What I want is indeed the pair of painted scrolls and the pen, which are the two pieces of broken jade in the master's hand now. .”

I never thought that he would suddenly admit so simply, and before he could continue, he asked with a cold face: "So I found another female ghost and led us here from Lijia Village, and led us to The trap in the back mountain? Those children in Lijia Village are related to you?"

"What female ghost? What child?" Ming Qiao was a little puzzled, and said, "I want those two pieces of broken jade, but I also have a reason. I didn't want to hurt anyone. It's just a matter of inviting the master to Lianyun Mansion." I want to explain the whole story to you, please hand over the broken jade to me."

"A few days ago, two children were lost in Lijia Village. When we arrived, another child was murdered by a ghost. The ghost led us from Lijia Village to Xinling, and that night led the poor monk to the back mountain. ..."

"Wait a minute! Master thinks I did this?" Ming Qiao interrupted him, saying: "Ming Qiao has always acted upright. I did what happened to Meiyuan, and I let go of that ghost. I also sent the person who hunted down, but I don't know anything about this ghost, those children, and your hidden weapon of unknown origin."

"Nowadays, apart from the Xuanqing Taoist Temple, there are not many schools that have studied ghosts. Since the Ming Sect Master created an obedient ghost, this second one just needs to say no..."

Ming Qiao felt a little uncomfortable under his gaze, and suddenly dodged his gaze, clearly remembering something, but didn't say it out.

"These things really have nothing to do with me. Since I have already made up my mind to explain the whole story to the master and ask the master to give me the broken jade, why would I do this kind of murder before I tell you?"

I couldn't tell the truth from what he said for a while, so I could only follow his words and ask: "What is the whole story that the master told me, the monk?"

"This matter is too complicated, and there are many things involved. Even if I explain it clearly, the master may not believe me."

Ming Qiao was silent for a while, looked up at the moonlight and the pines and cypresses swaying in the wind, lowered his voice a little, and said: "After a few days when the guests leave, I will take Master to meet someone."

Si Huai didn't fall asleep again all night.

He never thought that the little monk would see what happened that day, and he never thought that the person whom he "lightened" did not actually fall asleep.

He thought that he would hide this emotion carefully so that no one would find out, but he didn't expect that he didn't hide it after all.

Even the little monk could see what was going on, I must have known what he was thinking, but why didn't he say anything.

Is it because he is afraid that he will look like a stranger if he pierces this layer of window paper, or is it because he also has an unspeakable thought hidden in his heart?

I pondered over this matter until dawn and didn't come up with a reason. Neither Wu Nian nor Chen Yi came again, but the voices of Sheng Lanchu and Dong Yangyan bickering rang out outside the door.

Si Huai stood up on his own, leaning on the wall and limping out of the door. The two people in the courtyard were arguing so earnestly that they didn't even hear the door open.

Sheng Lanchu: "Why do you linger? No kid in the underworld is as difficult to deal with as you. Follow me wherever you go!"

Dong Yangyan: "Sect Master Sheng Shao, I live here, why are you pestering me?"

"I'm here to find..." Sheng Lan swallowed back the second half of the sentence, and gave him a vicious look, "Who am I here to find out about your business! Seeing you makes me lose my heart!"

After finishing speaking, Miss Sheng took a mouthful regardless of her image, turned around and was about to leave.

"Lan..." Dong Yangyan followed two steps and raised his hand to grab her shoulder, but he withdrew his hand without touching her clothes, and stood there in a daze.

"Wooden head!"

Si Huai cursed in a low voice, curled up his index finger and thumb to make a movement of bouncing a stone, and hit Dong Yangyan's knee hard, the latter staggered a few steps forward with difficulty, his outstretched hand was just right It caught Sheng Lanchu's shoulder.

Sheng Lanchu got angry, turned around angrily, and asked, "What are you doing?!"

"I..." Dong Yangyan completely lost the arrogance just now, and stammered "I" a few times without saying "I". Seeing that Sheng Lanchu was about to leave again, he quickly grabbed her hand and said: " My mother often talks about you, and asked me to take you back to Shangqingtai as a guest..."

Si Huai didn't listen to what was said later, Wu Nian walked to the side at some point, looked at the two with great interest, and joked: "Unexpectedly, benefactor Huai not only likes to be an elder brother, but also likes to be a moon elder?"

"I..." Si Huai suddenly remembered what Chen said to him last night, his ears turned red, and he stammered like Dong Yangyan.

"What's wrong?" Wu Nian looked at him left and right, "If you still don't feel well, why don't you lie down on the bed?"

"No..." Si Huai shook his head, and seeing that there was nothing unusual about him, he asked cautiously, "Master, what do you want to tell me?"

"En." Wu Nian agreed, stretched out his hand to help him go inside, just lowered his head and missed the complicated look in Si Huai's eyes, and said, "I went to find Sect Master Ming."

The author has something to say: Today is another chapter that is a bit brain-burning. We have to go through the plot to advance the relationship. If it is too confusing to understand, I can explain it, but don’t dislike me hahahaha

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