different paths

Of course he will not let the strangeness in his heart show on his face, he is Jia Wujue, with thousands of looks and thousands of hearts.He secretly weighed in his heart, since he didn't show his true face to others, why should he blame the other party for being ruthless.Thinking of it this way, the brows became less depressed and more chic.

Yue Chentan looked at him sideways, only to feel that the little emotion that this person had just revealed was taken back in an instant. What he was wearing was not just a human skin mask, but a thick layer of armor.It seems that my comfort is superfluous.His eyes were dull, and his original expression of arrogance and frost became even colder.

"This is also a coincidence." Jia Wuchai flipped through the clothes of Master Taiyin, his eyes flashed, "It's the Fuye Panhua Sword again."

As soon as the words finished, Yue Chentan also bent down beside him, his long crow-black hair brushed past his ears, and a familiar scent of sandalwood came over again.Jia Wuhai paused, moved aside calmly, and pretended to rummage through the corpses.

"From what you can see, the scars on this corpse are the same as those on Zhu Jiehui's body?" Yue Chentan looked down at the wound as if he didn't notice his small movements, and asked.

"It's hard to say." Jia Wujue glanced at him and said meaningfully, "I can only say that the fatal injuries were all caused by the Fuye Panhua sword." He dusted off his robe, stood up and walked around. Looking around, "This murderer seems to have come here just to kill people, and the furnishings in the house have not been touched."

In the stone house of Daoist Taiyin, there is indeed nothing but stones.The so-called decorations are nothing more than horizontal stone slabs, vertical stones, and embedded stones. There are neither magical weapons nor treasure books of secrets, so there is really nothing to take.Jia Wuzhen looked back and forth, swept the stone house several times, and finally stayed on the dead body of Taiyin again: "I always feel that such a master as the old man will not just die without knowing why."

"Do you think that his death method is not smart enough?"

"That's not what it means." Jia Wuhao scratched his head, "Although this old man is crazy, I feel that he has been sending out news, but no one is paying attention."

Yue Chentan nodded, agreeing: "That's right, it's just what you can think of, and his enemies must also think of it. Otherwise, how could it be impossible to get better after going crazy?"

"Hundreds of secrets are sparse, maybe his enemies are negligent at times." Jia Wujue squinted at the stone slab under Taiyin's buttocks, "If I remember correctly, the location of this slate is not the same as before. different."

Yue Chentan didn't ask any more questions, and removed the corpse of Master Taiyin from the stone slab and put it aside.There were no inscriptions or patterns on the blood-stained slate.Of course, the key is not on this stone slab.

"Open it." Jia Wujue kicked lightly, but the stone slab did not move at all, and it was only with the joint efforts of Yue Chentan that he moved it away.

As expected, there is a mystery hidden under the stone slab.

A not-so-deep earth pit filled with old things.There are faded tassels of swords, rusty hilts, clothes with holes, fans with fuzzy patterns, and many broken pages of books torn from nowhere, all of which have turned yellow.Jia Wukai picked up two yellowed pages and looked at them for a while without saying a word.

"...What?" Yue Chentan asked.

Jia Wujue said with some difficulty: "I can still read some characters, why can't I understand any of the above things, it's like a ghostly drawn talisman..."

Yue Chentan took the "Ghost Painting Talisman" from his mouth, glanced at it and said, "This is the Green Tara Heart Mantra." Seeing Jia Wujue's puzzled expression, he added, "It's in Sanskrit."

Jia Wujue heaved a sigh of relief as if he had received an amnesty: "I'm relieved now. Although I'm not good at writing, I'm not a white man anyway."

Seeing the vivid expression on his face, a smile flashed across Yue Chentan's eyes: "En."

"Since you can see what the words are, do you know what the mantra is for?" Jia Wujue asked.

"Mostly it is asked by the elders in the family for their children."

"That's weird..." Jia Wu cheated and rubbed his chin, "If it's an ordinary family, it's not surprising to ask for scriptures and amulets for their children, but who is the real Taiyin for? Does he... have children?"

Thinking of this possibility, he was also a little surprised.The reason why the Seven Masters of Taichong are well-known and prestigious in the Jianghu is that one is because of their high martial arts and they are hard to find opponents, and the other is that they are admirable because of Shuoyi's long history.The seven real people entered the mountain since they were young, studied diligently, practiced self-denial and forbearance, just like fleeing into Buddhism.After a little success, he strictly abides by the rules and precepts, practice hard and stay away from human desires.How could such a person have children with others?Could it be that there are some sect secrets that he doesn't know about?

Countless conjectures had already flashed through Jia Wukai's mind, but his hands didn't slow down.He flipped through the yellowed torn pages one by one, looked carefully, and finally God paid off, and found one he could understand in a pile of "ghost symbols"——

"Happy birthday to uncle."

On a thin piece of paper, there is a string of faintly recognizable brush characters. The handwriting is crooked and immature.Uncle Shi's "Shi" seems to have been written wrongly at first, and was crossed out with a pen. How does Jia Wujue see the crossed-out word, how does it look like the word "Father".Looking down, I saw the inscription. I didn't write the name directly with a brush, but stamped it with two seals.

The seal didn't seem to be engraved very well, the printed handwriting was just like the writing brush, crooked and almost unreadable.Fortunately, Jia Wujue is very familiar with these handicrafts, and he can find and figure out even the handwriting that is difficult to distinguish by himself.

Looking at the broken page in his hand, he already understood eight or nine points.Looking at Yue Chentan again, at some point he had stood up, standing in front of the stone house with his hands behind his back, facing the bare piece of land, he didn't know what was going on in his heart.

"I already have a score in my heart." Jia Wujue carefully put the torn page into his arms, and walked to Yue Chentan's side.

He unexpectedly saw Yue Chentan's eyelashes, which were long and dense, trembling slightly like the wings of a butterfly.Opening and closing, the eyelashes curled up, giving people an illusion of affection.

"I don't really understand."

He heard Yue Chentan say something softly, his voice was low and slow, revealing a bit of compassion.

"Murderers have all sorts of reasons, how can ordinary people understand." Jia Wujue sneered, "Killing people pays their lives, debts are paid back, I don't care about this matter of course. I just drag other people into the back. No matter how many reasons you have, you must not be lightly forgiven."

At this time, the sky was completely dark, and in the night, Jia Wujue's bright black eyes added a lot to his plain face.Yue Chentan looked at him quietly, and actually saw something frightening.He closed his eyes, adjusted his breath for a while, then opened his eyes again, and said calmly: "Let's go, let's meet him."

"He—" Jia Wujue raised his voice, a little dissatisfied, "Brother Yue still wants to play charades with me?"

"Follow Brother Jia's preference." Yue Chentan responded calmly.

Jia Wuchai sighed helplessly, and left the stone house side by side with him.