Where are the monsters?

What is the chromium on the stomach?

Ying Ni touched his side in a daze, first touched Mu Feng's nose, then pinched him subconsciously to wake him up.

"I want to sleep for a while." Mu Feng turned over, and he was still dazed.

Half asleep and half awake, Ying Ni didn't remember that there was an extra person on the bed yesterday, and then he felt his stomach being pushed against by a pointed object. This time, he stretched out his hand towards his stomach and fiddled with it casually.

"Aww!" The little black lion buried his head in the quilt and slept happily, and even wanted to sharpen his horns in his dream. Who would have thought that his hair would be plucked suddenly in his dream, and now he woke up completely screaming. .

Its howl made Ying Ni and Mu Feng completely awake.

When Mu Feng opened his eyes and saw Ying Ni's face, he remembered that they slept on the same bed yesterday to make ends meet.It was the first time for Mu Feng to sleep with other people since he was a child, and he always felt a little weird.

Before Mu Feng could think too much, the little black lion jumped out of the quilt and rushed towards Ying Ni's face, "Bad uncle, why are you pulling my hair! Don't deny it, look at the black hair on your hand, it's so shiny When Mao saw it, it was mine!"

Ying Ni rolled to the side and let the little black lion miss out. Hearing the wailing, he knew that the lion had messed up. "You're still going to be a vile lion and sue first! Who told you to get under my quilt, what do you use my stomach for, a whetstone? If you get hit by your horn a few more times, maybe your stomach will be pierced .Mu Feng, quickly translate these words to it, educate it well, if you don’t sleep well, you obviously slept with you yesterday. If you don’t learn well at a young age, you will crawl around on the bed and sleep on the floor today!”

Mu Feng looked at the one-man-one-year-beast who was about to fight, and there was no embarrassment at all.He quickly reached out and hugged the little black lion, "Xiao Hei, your horns can hurt people, you have to pay attention to your sleeping posture. Why did you get into the boss's quilt, I remember you slept with me yesterday .”

"But you only treat me like a hot water bottle!" The little black lion glared at Mu Feng angrily. It was already close to Ying Ni, because Ying Ni had something that made him feel comfortable.It turned out that there was nothing wrong with being hugged by Mu Feng, but he fell asleep, and Mu Feng felt his feet were cold, so he used it as a hot water bottle and kicked it to the end of the bed to warm his feet.

It's not stupid, so it sneaked into Ying Ni's quilt. Fortunately, they were all on the same bed, and it was easy to sleep in another place.

Hearing the little black lion's accusation, Mu Feng touched his nose. He couldn't blame him for this matter, but the little fat lion was too warm.

After listening to Mu Feng's translation, Ying Ni became a victim in co-authoring this matter. Whose bed is he sleeping on?

He looked at the scene in front of him, and there was always a sense of sight in TV dramas discussing whether the child slept with his father or his mother, so he quickly got rid of this weird feeling from his mind.Everyone no longer has the idea of ​​returning to the cage to sleep. Today, we have business to do, and we are going to the suburbs to find Monk Hua.Of course the little black lion was not brought along, it was left at home to play with the dragon egg.

**

When Mu Feng came to the outskirts of Beijing this time, he obviously felt much more desolate than the last time he came.

It turned out that the remaining few families have all moved out, and the temple that was able to shelter from the wind and rain has really become a ruined temple, and the plaques have disappeared.The temple doors were open, and a hole was broken in one of them, and the wind passing through made a strange whistling sound.

Can people really live here?

Ying Ni had seen many Taoist monks on Hong Kong Island, and if they had some skills, they would be able to live well.It's better to set up a stall than here. It's hard to imagine that the famous monk with no precepts would nest in such a place.

When the two entered the ruined temple, they immediately saw Monk Hua sitting in the main hall. He sat cross-legged in front of the Buddha statue, turning a deaf ear to their footsteps, as if he was asleep.And the Buddha statue in front of him was already incomplete.Standing in the main hall, Mu Feng could see a few beams of sunlight shining down from the top of his head. It was because the roof tiles were missing a few pieces. I'm afraid it would not be possible to shelter from the rain in rainy days.

"Hand over the roast chicken and wine, and you can ask questions."

Just when Mu Feng didn't know how to start a conversation, Monk Hua suddenly spoke first, "Let's talk first, you may have something you want to ask, but I may also have something you don't want to answer."

Mu Feng was glad that when he heard Yang Lianghe talk about Monk Hua, he wrote down the old monk's unreliable hobbies. With the idea that it might be useful, he bought roast chicken and white wine first, but he didn't expect it to come in handy.

Mu Feng put the food bag in front of the old monk. The old monk finally opened his eyes when he smelled the smell. He didn't look up at Mu Feng and Ying Ni, but directly opened the lid of the wine bottle, took a big sip, and then tore it off. A chicken drumstick was eaten.

He said vaguely while eating, "You find a place to sit yourself, you don't have to be too polite with me."

Mu Feng glanced at Ying Ni, and Ying Ni scanned the surrounding environment. The marble floor hadn't been cleaned for a long time, and there was an inexplicable stain on it. There were no chairs around, so there was no place to sit.

Monk Hua himself didn't seem to feel the cold at all, he just sat on the cold ground with a futon.Although Ying Ni didn't pay that much attention, he really didn't want to just sit on the ground like this.

Ying Ni was standing, and Mu Feng couldn't just sit down casually.He can only recall the scene when he came here last time, and he doesn't know what happened to the little monk back then?

Monk Hua quickly finished the roast chicken and drank the bottle of wine again, he burped.After eating and drinking enough, he managed to raise his head reluctantly, "Tell me, what are you asking me for? Just say it, don't say those oblique words, I'm going to sleep after I finish."

Ying Ni saw Monk Hua's face clearly this time, a face that he couldn't see clearly in his dream.Monk Hua's eyelids always seem to be half drooping, making people unable to see his eyes. His eyebrows are gray, he wears an old monk hat that has not been washed all the year round, and there are many wrinkles on his face, which always gives people the feeling that he is not awake.

"Master lent us Luan last time, allowing us to go to Kongkong Town, we didn't even have time to say thank you..."

"No need." Monk Hua interrupted Ying Ni's thanks with a wave of his hand, "Yang Lianghe has already paid the reward, and one yard is worth one yard. What do you want to exchange for your roast chicken and wine today?"

This is really not polite at all. Ying Ni didn't show any displeasure at being interrupted, but continued to ask, "We want to ask about the Chinese Different Art Alliance 50 years ago. Back then, Qiu Dao The chief figured out that there is a difference in the sky, and later assembled the members of the alliance to deal with the Nanjing massacre, what happened in it, and why did it not succeed?"

"The Chinese Alliance of Different Arts..." Monk Hua seemed to have thought about it for a while, then he shook his head and said perfunctorily, "I don't remember this matter, so ask another question."

Can not remember? !

The old monk obviously didn't want to talk about it.

Mu Feng and Ying Ni looked at each other, but they didn't expect that Monk Hua would keep silent about what happened back then.

"Master, what happened back then is of great importance. Presumably, some major changes must have occurred, and so many lives were involved..."

Before Mu Feng finished speaking, Monk Hua interrupted him again, "Don't call me Master, I have a bad memory, and I don't remember the past. If it's really important, you should know Things will always be known when they can be known. Change the question!"

Ying Ni had nothing to do with Monk Hua's unfriendly tone. The other party didn't want to say anything, so he couldn't be forced to say it. "Then master always remembers Qin Ni, why was Qin Ni injured back then?"

"Qin Ni?" Hearing the name, Monk Hua opened his eyes and looked at Ying Ni carefully. Just when the two thought he would say something, he lowered his head again, "I don't remember either. You young people , why do you always hold on to the past, since the past is over, you should learn to let go."

Just like you, simply don't remember anything, or pretend not to remember.

Mu Feng complained in his heart, seeing that it was impossible to ask about the past.He took out the talisman paper from the ancestral house and the incomplete magic circle copied from the cloth bag. "Master, these have nothing to do with the past. That family was targeted by the bull demon, and they said that one person must die to avoid this disaster. These things were recently arranged by someone in order to transfer the yin energy to others and let others die on their behalf. .Master, can you see who wrote this?"

Monk Hua didn't say he didn't know this time, he took a look at the incomplete formation, and even guessed that there should be a bronze ring in Mu Feng's hand.

"If I'm not wrong, the person who had the accident should have picked up something that shouldn't be picked up. I guess it will be a bronze circle in all likelihood."

Monk Hua didn't care about Mu Feng and Ying Ni's surprise, and continued, "That thing is not a bull demon, and they can hear the cow's cry, just because they met Qi Ling. If we talk about Qi Ling, we should use time as a demon power. Sheng, bronze ware is older than porcelain, and generally speaking, the evil spirit is much heavier than porcelain. Bronze ware is mostly in the shape of a cow. If there is a special opportunity for these old things, the aura on them will mutate into Artifact spirits can also be regarded as a type of monster.

Different from the bull demon, most of the demon power of the bronze bull spirit is concentrated on a certain part of the artifact. According to my experience, most of it is concentrated on the iron ring on its nose. There is a professional word, and it is called 棬.Generally speaking, bronze vessels are buried in the ground, and the spirit of the vessel is bound by the position of the vessel and cannot move at will. However, if its power is all attached to the top of the urn, it is only a small bronze ring, which can control this little thing to leave the tomb and come to the tomb. world.

Of course, there is another possibility that a tomb robber stole the bronze vessel, and the spirit of the vessel moved with the movement of the vessel.

These formations and talisman papers you brought are specially designed to deal with weapon spirits.Artifact spirits are different from normal animal monsters. They were originally dead things. Except for their former owners, they have no special affection for humans. Because they have been buried in the ground for a long time, they are particularly prone to resentment, and there is not so much right and wrong. I It means that after it is unearthed, it will attack humans at will.Therefore, most of the spirits are disliked by monks.

Combined with what you said about hearing the cow's cry, and the magic circle used to deal with the weapon spirit, I speculate that what you encountered was the bronze bull weapon spirit.It is easy to say that this thing is difficult to resolve, as long as its real body, the bronze vessel, is smashed.In addition, it takes a lot of thought to resolve it.

Although there are ways to resolve it, but after all, it is a life for a life, and it is not used very much. If you ask who will use this formation, I can say that this person is not simple.It is absolutely impossible for a person who knows this spell not to use normal methods to resolve it. "

After Mu Feng heard this, his heart skipped a beat, and he also took out the bronze ring and handed it to Monk Hua, "Master, what you mean is that that man deliberately made someone die for the dead ghost?"

Monk Hua glanced at the bronze circle and nodded with certainty, "There is still some demonic power left on this wand, but it is useless, most of its power has already been consumed.

Let's put it this way, is it a new thing to attack others with weapon spirits?There is a saying that you should not pick wild flowers on the roadside, which is almost what it means.Things possessed by spirits will bring people a special feeling, even an inconspicuous little iron ring will attract the attention of some people.

This iron ring has been casted, and picking up this thing is not an accident, it is a calculation.Anyone who picks it up will be quickly infused with Yin Qi, and then immediately die.You should understand the following things, of course there is a person who can help, saying that it is necessary to use the method of embezzlement, otherwise the person can only wait for death, some people will agree, and then they can calculate to those who want to calculate people. "

Before Mu Feng felt that something was vaguely wrong, why did Mu Jianhui just meet a Taoist priest, and this Taoist priest even proposed a solution that harmed other people's lives?

"Master, why did you make such a big circle?"

"Boy, you don't understand this." Monk Hua looked at the wooden seal carefully again, "The cause and effect of harming people must be borne. Some cause and effect are easy to bear, and some cause great obstacles to practice. For example, It was picked up by A, this monk directly harmed A, but he proposed to treat A, even if this evil thought was resolved, and A transferred his own death to B, and B transferred it to D, from the cause and effect. It seems that the relationship with the person who first cast the spell to harm people is much farther away. Although that person gave these transfer formations and talisman papers, it was not him, but A and B, who really wanted to kill.

I am just giving a simple explanation. Apart from diluting the cause and effect, there are other possibilities. For example, the caster is testing whether the transferred person has the ability. It will still happen in the practice world.

Are you still young?Practice is not as simple as practicing spells. "

Listening to Monk Hua's explanation, Mu Feng seemed to have seen the tip of the iceberg in the complex world of practice.And he vaguely understood that Mu Jianguo's death really had something to do with him, so why did the Taoist priest do this?

Monk Hua couldn't tell where the formation came from, he only knew it was something from Taoism. "If you really want to find out, it's better to ask your Taoist friends. I'm a monk and I don't know everything. But I can tell you that although there are different schools of magic, a real master can master everything. When you reach a certain level, you don’t stick to scriptures anymore, so it’s hard to say who this Taoist priest you met is.”

Mu Feng confirmed that he might have met a Taoist priest with malicious intentions, but he didn't know why he was targeted.He was a little upset, but he didn't have a clue at the moment. He couldn't ask Monk Hua about anything else, so he could only leave.

Monk Hua heard the footsteps of the two getting farther and farther away. He looked at the incomplete Buddha statue in front of him and sighed. The human heart is more terrifying than ghosts and gods.When those two people really understood this sentence, it was time for the fog to clear.

Before this, the Buddha said that it cannot be said.

**

If you can't figure out something, put it aside for now, and clues will always come out.

Mu Feng thought so, and so did Ying Ni.

"You haven't been to the Forbidden City yet, have you?" Ying Ni remembered that Mu Feng had been in the capital for a long time, but he hadn't visited the Forbidden City at all, so he might as well relax. "Are you interested in going for a stroll? I have a friend who is going to film a scene there. Would you like to see it?"

"Think!" After the little black lion pestered the wooden seal to translate, it agreed to play first.As a Nian Beast, I really want to go to the palace where the human emperor lives. In the past, when there was still an Emperor, the Nian Beast couldn’t get in, but now I can finally go in and walk around.