Transcending into a blue scorpion

Lan Miao sneered and said, "I think you are the accomplice of Plum Blossom Pirates."

Master Xin Chong's face was ashen, and said: "Stop talking nonsense."

Lan Miao said with reason and evidence: "The abundance of Shaolin scriptures is the highest in the world. There are so many masters in Shaolin, and there is no sect that can match them. In the past, no one stole the scriptures, but all of them returned home without a good body. But Today, Shaolin has lost seven Buddhist scriptures in a row, it’s not that I look down on Plum Blossom Pirates, I’m afraid she doesn’t have such high martial arts skills. If you say that Shaolin has no inner ghosts, only ghosts will believe it.”

Master Xin Chong's pupils constricted suddenly, and he said sharply: "I don't regret death, I'm still planting blame! The loss of Shaolin Canon, no one knows about the loss of the Shaolin Canon, except for the seven heads of our Xinzi generation and the friend Bai Xiaosheng who is the master. .You are not a Plum Blossom Pirate, how do you know about this?"

Lan Miao was taken aback, this is naturally what Old Man Tianji said...

Did old man Tianji tell it to himself?

Thinking in his heart, but he refused to give up an inch, and said: "In this way, Shaolin not only has an inner ghost, but also the inner ghost is among the eight of you. Master Xinmei has passed away, so there are only seven people left. Master Xinbei You are so attentive here, could it be that you are the traitor who stole the scriptures?"

Master Xin Chong's jaw muscles twitched, and he raised his finger slightly, as if he was about to hit his dumb point.

Although Lan Miao's words were reasonable, but he was just splashed with a bucket of sewage, feeling upset, and intended to give the bucket to the favorite master.Seeing Master Xin Chong's strange expression, he couldn't help muttering.

Bai Xiaosheng smiled grimly at this time: "Little girl is very eloquent, but the facts are all there, it is certain, you can't say that you can say black and white. I advise you to make amends, if you can lure Li Xun Huan out of the house, Shaolin only kills the chief villain, maybe let you live."

Lan Miao sneered and said: "You are sure that Li Xun Huan puts his friends first and is going to slap A Fei hundreds of times, Li Xun Huan will naturally catch him without a fight. What kind of idea is this? The idea of ​​a villain against a gentleman! The entire Shaolin Temple can't take down a single person, and they have to use Such treacherous methods are simply treacherous and stupid."

Ah Fei suddenly shouted: "Well said!"

At this moment, Bai Xiaosheng's face was also livid, if he hadn't maintained his identity, he would definitely come and give them two slaps.As soon as he stretched out his hand, he clicked all the dumb acupoints of Lan Miao and A Fei.

After a while, Lan Miao suddenly sat up straight.

Bai Xiaosheng frowned and said, "What are you doing?"

Lan Miao gestured, smiled brightly, pulled Bai Xiaosheng's hand over, and wrote on the palm.

Bai Xiaosheng stood up all his hairs, shook him off, and released his dumb acupoint.

Lan Miao said, "I'm anxious."

Bai Xiaosheng: "..." I sincerely regret having caught her together, how many moths have been born out of thin air.Ah Fei is so reassuring, sitting upright, hitting his dumb acupoints is no different.

Lan Miao is a girl, so it is naturally impossible for Master Heart Pet and Bai Xiaosheng to monitor his internal urgency, and it is also impossible for Shaolin disciples to monitor his internal urgency.This is wild land again, if you let the blue seedlings out, the yellow cranes will never return.I had no choice but to rush to the next town, find an inn and lock Lan Miao in the house, one guarding the door and the other guarding the window.

Lan Miao thought to herself, being a woman is good too, the most wonderful thing is to turn a man into a woman.

Seeing that he didn't come out for a while, Bai Xiaosheng asked his disciples to urge him to come out slowly.Bai Xiaosheng said coldly: "No matter how famous you are, apart from eating and sleeping, we had no choice but to acupoint all your acupoints."

Lan Miao sighed and said, "Women always have a few days every month..."

Bai Xiaosheng's face cracked.

Lan Miao continued: "I don't mean that I'm here for a few days, I mean that women are sometimes inconvenient, you understand."

I understand your uncle!

Hurrying all the way, just when night fell, the two were escorted to Shaolin.

There are many people in Shaolin, so naturally there are many firewood houses.The Shaolin disciples wanted to lock them into one room, but Master Xin Chong signaled to lock Lan Miao in the next room and send two more guards.

Lan Miao was lying in the straw, seeing that everyone was gone, trying to take out something and take a closer look.Just as he was twisting his arms, the wooden door creaked open.

He remained calm, lowered his wrist, and said, "Is there something important, Master?"

Master Xin Chong took out a bowl of pancakes from the basket, and then brought out a bowl of egg soup.

Lan Miao looked at these two things.

Master Xin Chong said lightly: "The master has already fallen asleep, you may not have such good luck tomorrow."

Lan Miao said: "Oh? It turns out that Shaolin Temple is so stingy that they don't even give food to prisoners."

Master Xin Chong said coldly: "It's good luck not to starve you to death by stealing the scriptures."

He stretched out his hand suddenly, cut off the ropes around his wrists, and exited the door.

This can be described as drowsy and someone gave him a pillow. Lan Miao didn't care about eating, so he took out a book from his arms, which was the "Prajna Paramita Heart Sutra" that Lin Xian'er was reading.He went through it carefully from the beginning, but he didn't find any name mark, but this book has many curls, yellow pages, and some ink fingerprints. It is obviously an old book, and it has been read frequently.

He came to this book by fumbling around, thinking it was strange.

If something goes wrong, he will be a demon. He will never believe that Lin Xian'er loves to read scriptures.So this book definitely does not belong to her, nor does it belong to Lin Shiyin or Long Xiaoyun, nor does it belong to those concubines of hers who love money like life and kill people like hell.It must be Lin Xian'er who discovered his whereabouts and informed Shaolin Temple of his plan. Shaolin Temple has contacted Lin Xianer and is the only possible source of scriptures.

But if Lin Xian'er is not familiar with the monks of Shaolin Temple, asking for a scripture at random is not only abrupt, but also absurd.Coupled with Lan Miao's previous reasoning, there must be an inner ghost in Shaolin Temple, most likely someone who stole scriptures.This "Prajna Paramita Heart Sutra" is what she wanted by the way when she delivered the news.

Lan Miao groaned to herself, and there was a sound at the door.He quickly stuffed the scriptures into his sleeve, and saw the favorite master come in.

With an unwavering expression on his face, he said, "Why haven't you finished eating yet?"

Lan Miao said, "I... am thinking about life."

He rolled his eyes and said, "Why bother the master, let your disciples collect the dishes."

Master Heart Pet snorted and closed the door.

Lan Miao lifted a stack of straw and stuffed the oil cakes into it.Then he looked around the firewood house and found a piece of wood that had a hole in it. He poured some of the egg soup into it, and poured the rest on the mud in the corner of the house.After he closed his eyes and rested for a while, someone opened the door and took away the two empty bowls.

In the dead of night, there was still the sound of wooden sticks being tapped outside the door, apparently two guards were still patrolling.Lan Miao closed her eyes, as if she was completely asleep.

Soon, the sound gradually became thinner, and finally disappeared into nothingness.In the dark room, Lan Miao suddenly sat up.

His eyes reflected the dim light of the moon, and his hands began to writhe.The most secure binding method is to close the opponent's palms, the wrists are facing each other, and then bind tightly.There is no gap in this binding method, if there is no other person to help, it is difficult for the bound person to break free.The monks of Shaolin Temple are using this binding method.But obviously, although those young monks are used to binding people like this, they don't know the secret.When they were holding the rope, Lan Miao took the initiative to stretch out her hand, put her right hand on her left hand, and made a cross.They didn't think too much, they tied them tightly and left.In fact, the latter method of tying was purely a patterned wax gun head. Lan Miao twisted it back and forth dozens of times, then loosened the hemp rope and let it out of his hand lightly and skillfully.

He untied the rope on his feet again, slipped to the door, and peeped through the crack of the door.A monk stood to the left of the door, with his back to him.The other leaned against the door, nodding, apparently dozing off.

Lan Miao suddenly opened the door.

The man who dozed off immediately fell back, and just as he fell down, he woke up with a start, and opened his mouth to scream at the same time.According to the gourd drawing, Lan Miao tapped all the four big points on his back, "Shentang", "Lingtai", "Soul Gate", and "Xuanshu", and dragged him into the firewood room.It didn't take long from Lan Miao opening the door to dragging him into the room, and the other person was still looking into the distance, unaware of what was happening behind him.

Just as Lan Miao was about to knock him unconscious, he suddenly turned around as if with a sixth sense.As soon as he saw Lan Miao, his face changed drastically, he put the jujube stick in front of him, opened his mouth and screamed.But the cry was still in his throat, his whole body trembled, and he fell down slowly.

Under the moonlight on the floor, stood behind him in a blue dress, and put down his palms.

Lan Miao raised her eyebrows and said, "You're here."

Yikui frowned deeply, grabbed his wrist, and said, "Alan, are you injured?"

Lan Miao said: "These monks want to save face and won't use lynching."

Yikui is about to drag him away.Lan Miao was nailed to the spot, and said: "Wait a minute, who said I have to go?"

Yikui said coldly: "A group of bald donkeys who are blind, why bother with them? If they dare to chase you, if they come, I will kill one, and if they come two, I will kill a pair."

With malicious intentions, Lan Miao sneered and said, "They have worked so hard to invite me to come, but if they invite me to leave, I will not leave."

Instead, he dragged Yiku into the firewood room, brought the pancake and egg soup to him, and said, "Tell me, is it poisonous?"

Yi Kui picked up a small piece of cake crumbs and sniffed lightly, then put the egg soup on his nose.He frowned for a while, and suddenly went out of the room to catch a mouse, and fed it a piece of cake first, but the mouse was still alive and kicking.Then dipped some egg soup and stuffed it into the mouse’s mouth. At first, its paws danced wildly, but it was very energetic, and gradually became sluggish, and died after a stick of incense.

Yi Kui said in a deep voice: "This person must be an expert in poisoning."

Ordinary toxic substances, if either smell bad, or taste weird.Therefore, it must be mixed with drugs or spirits, so that it is not easy to be discovered.It is colorless and tasteless to be highly poisonous in a bowl of ordinary egg soup, which cannot be achieved without superb dispensing skills.

Lan Miao said with a sullen face, "I remember, you know all the famous poisoners in the rivers and lakes like the back of your hand?"

Yi cried: "A little research."

Lan Miao said: "Okay, tell me, among the seven heads of the Shaolin Temple and the eight Bai Xiaosheng, which one is good at using poison?"

Yi wept and raised her eyebrows and said, "Among the 72 stunts of Shaolin Temple, there is no word 'poison'."

But he said slowly: "However, I know that Master Xinchong of Shaolin was a monk halfway through, and brought art as a teacher. When he was not in Shaolin, he was known as 'Qiqiao Scholar', and he was a great expert in poisoning."