White Hedge Dream

Chapter 105 This technique

have?

Zhang Ze sat up straight.

In fact, he just asked casually and didn't expect Zhou Jingyun to answer anything.

Is there really one?

"I don't know if this is an abnormality." Zhou Jingyun said hesitantly, "When my wife and I were admiring plum blossoms, she suddenly felt uncomfortable and suffered from an old illness."

This little lady from Zhuang is really thin, Zhang Ze thought to himself.

"She was sick before, but she has recovered. In other words, I thought she was much better, or it was not an abnormality, but I was overthinking it." Zhou Jingyun said, suddenly feeling a little unclear.

Zhang Ze smiled and sighed: "When other people face me, Zhang Ze, they wish they could become mute, lest they talk too much and cause trouble. Only the prince is so calm with me."

Zhou Jingyun smiled: "Zhongcheng is working for the imperial court. No matter how small a matter is, it may involve major events. I should be calm."

Zhang Ze nodded with satisfaction and paused: "If the young lady did not get sick at other times, it might be abnormal at that time." He looked at Zhou Jingyun, "After Princess Jinyu left that day, all the monks in Lingquan Temple fell asleep. "Whether they were greeting guests at the door, keeping incense in the temple, or cleaning the courtyard, all the monks fell asleep on the spot until they were discovered and woken up by the pilgrims coming up the mountain."

Although I had just heard what the officials were talking about, but compared to the absurdity in their mouths that made people laugh, what Zhang Ze said was shocking.

All of them, at the same time, fell asleep. This was definitely not because they were tired of serving the princess. Zhou Jingyun looked solemn: "Has Zhong Cheng found out the reason?"

He stood up as he spoke, his eyes looking anxious and worried.

"So my wife was affected. Yes, she has just recovered from a serious illness and her health is still not good."

"I wonder if there will be any subsequent effects?"

Zhang Ze comforted Zhou Jingyun: "It should be fine. The monks of Lingquan Temple, Princess Jinyu, and the two young masters of the Shangguan family have all been checked by the imperial doctors. There is no abnormality in their bodies."

Zhou Jingyun stood up and bowed: "Zhongcheng, if you find out the cause later, let me know." At this point, he seemed to be talking to himself, "I should take her to see a doctor again."

Zhang Ze saw that he was already returning home, smiled, nodded and said hello, got up and left.

Zhou Jingyun briefly told the concerned officials who gathered around him that he was asking about the situation at Lingquan Temple in Dongshan, and then hurried home.

"Are all the monks asleep?"

After listening to Zhou Jingyun's story, Zhuang Li was also surprised.

Zhou Jingyun looked at Zhuang Li and asked, "How did you sleep at night?" He also thought that Zhuang Li always fell asleep after reading three pages of his book. He originally thought he slept well, but now he had to wonder if he had suffered something bad too. Influence, "It's better to ask Dr. Zhang to take a look."

But Zhang Ze said that those monks had been examined by the imperial doctors, and no problems were found. This shows that this is a strange thing that cannot be detected by medical skills.

Then go burn incense and worship Buddha?

That's not right, Lingquan Temple is a Buddhist temple, and even where the Buddha is, there is nothing that can prevent this from happening.

Looking for a charlatan?

Seeing Zhou Jingyun frowning and silent, Zhuang Li knew that he was thinking wildly.

"I'm really fine." She said with a smile, and analyzed it carefully with Zhou Jingyun, "I think this strange thing is just for the monks in the temple. I was just a little affected because of my poor health. You see, you and everyone else are fine. , and then after I left there, I was fine.”

Zhou Jingyun breathed a sigh of relief: "I will pay attention to the progress of Zhang Zhe's inquiry." Then he looked at Zhuang Li and said, "If you feel uncomfortable, you must say it."

Zhuang Li smiled and nodded: "I know, I won't hide it from the prince."

Zhou Jingyun finally showed a smile, and he could feel that she trusted or relied on him.

"I'm going to see my mother," he said. "I'll be back for dinner in a while."

Zhuang Li said hello and watched Zhou Jingyun leave, the smile on his face fell silent.

Saying that it was okay was indeed to appease Zhou Jingyun.

She also knew what was going on with the monks at Lingquan Temple.

Someone is weaving dreams to make them fall asleep at the same time.

Not only that, but he also pulled her into it.

I see.

She originally thought that the day of the plum blossom viewing was due to the onset of an old illness and poor health, which was why she had auditory and visual hallucinations.

It turned out to be someone else's dream.

She knew that she was not the only monster in this world, there must be people like her.

The question now is, is this person targeting the monk, or is he targeting her?

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Night enveloped the earth, but the lights in the Supervisory Courtyard were still bright.

Zhang Ze looked at the paper spread on the desk, which was densely filled with the names of people who appeared near Lingquan Temple.

After investigation, except for the monks from Lingquan Temple, only Mrs. Dongyang Hou had some abnormalities.

This is not abnormal. Zhou Shizi loves his wife very much and thinks too much.

It was obvious that Miss Zhuang was in poor health after recovering from a serious illness.

There is also another one...

Zhang Ze's eyes fell on a name, Shangguan Yue.

Because he had a fight with Shangguan Kejiu at Lingquan Temple that day, he was also questioned. When asked if there was anything unusual, the boy said yes.

"I don't know why, but I cried when I looked at Lingquan Temple."

"I have never cried before, Lord Zhongcheng. I suspect that I was hit on the head by Shangguan Kejiu."

"Shangguan has kept me like this for a long time. My father came to reprimand me like the rest of my family, and threatened to drive me out of the capital." "Lord Zhongcheng, you have to make the decision for me."

Thinking of these words, Zhang Ze shook his head. This annoying foreigner was indeed out of his mind and wanted to use him to deal with the Shangguan family.

He Zhang Ze is not a fool.

Zhang Ze looked away from these names.

"What do the people around Princess Jinyu say?" he asked.

An attendant said: "The princess brought twenty servants into Lingquan Temple and stayed there for three days. During this period, she closed the door to thank guests and concentrated on worshiping the Buddha. Except for one invitation to the Prince of Dongyang, who was rejected, no one else entered or left Lingquan Temple. ”

Another attendant added: "The princess's schedule in the temple is the same as in the palace. Most of the time she sleeps during the day and worships Buddha at night. She did not notice anything unusual during this time."

Zhang Ze was silent for a moment. The princess's schedule was to sleep during the day. Could it be that these monks were affected by the princess's schedule?

No, no, he shook off the idea again. One or two people could be said to be affected, but it was impossible for so many people to be together.

The well water has not been drugged, and there is no scent left in the temple.

"Zhongcheng, Zhongcheng, there is news." A follower rushed in, "Someone knows how to make many people fall asleep at the same time."

Zhang Ze's eyes narrowed.

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Perhaps the lights in the hall were too bright, or perhaps the dark official uniforms of the Board of Supervisors were too intimidating. The middle-aged man who was brought in had a hunched figure and evasive eyes.

This is a man who performs in the street market.

Because he did not believe that ghosts were causing the trouble, he determined that it was Chiang Kai-shek's party who used shady means. Since it was not known to the public, Zhang Ze ordered to go to Sanluo Market to investigate.

Sure enough, when asked about any method to make many people fall asleep at the same time without noticing, in addition to the usual methods of intoxicating drugs and incense, someone mentioned an unusual one.

Zhu Youshu.

"Zhu You." Zhang Ze squinted his eyes and read these two words over and over again.

He knows what a blessing is.

It's witchcraft.

"Witchcraft is also a kind of medical skill, and it's not that unbearable." The man said with a smile, "It can also be used to treat diseases on a daily basis, such as extracting teeth and causing night terrors in children..."

Zhang Ze was not interested in listening to his ramblings and asked directly: "Can you do it? Try letting me fall asleep."

The man smiled bitterly and said: "This, this, sir, you are determined, and you are on guard first. I can't do this. You have to take advantage of others when they are not prepared for this kind of thing..."

"Then how do I know what you said is true?" Zhang Ze asked.

The man's eyes flickered, and he suddenly reached out to touch his chest.

As soon as he raised his hand, the soldiers and guards all around him drew their swords and surrounded him.

"Spare your life." The man was so frightened that he knelt on the ground, raised his hands and shouted, "I, I just brought an instrument and wanted to show it to Zhong Cheng. It has the same meaning as putting someone to sleep."

Zhang Ze motioned to the soldiers and guards to step back, but still stood in front of him to protect him, and the soldiers and guards did not put away the knife in their hands.

"Show it." Zhang Ze said.

The man looked at the shining knife tips all around, silently reciting the phrase "wealth is gained in danger", swallowed his saliva, and stammered: "The Zhu You technique requires borrowing objects. After all, you can move your essence and change your Qi... so I brought it with me. Here comes a bird I raised to show you how it can move its essence and change its energy."

As he spoke his hand reached towards his chest.

The soldiers and guards stared closely at the man's movements, and Zhang Ze also watched carefully. He felt that the man's movements were extremely slow, as if he was afraid that they would misunderstand, and he seemed to be cautious to avoid hurting the bird in his arms.

The man's hand slowly took out, Zhang Ze heard a bird song, and then saw the fluffy sparrow head.

The sparrow was held tightly in the man's hand and chirped twice.

"Then what?" Zhang Ze asked, "What can it do?"

A strange smile appeared on the man's face: "It can fly -"

With these words, he raised his hand.

The guards around him were startled and shouted subconsciously. Zhang Ze ducked slightly behind him, and then saw the sparrow in the man's hand flying up, fluttering around the room with a chirping sound, and landing on the beam.

"What's there to show?" shouted a soldier, with a hint of teasing annoyance.

Do these **** street jugglers think they are ignorant children?

It's just a sparrow. You can catch one just by reaching out.

Zhang Ze didn't say anything, just looked at the man. It was obvious that without a reasonable explanation, this juggler would have his head wrenched off along with his sparrow.

The man shuddered because of the killing intent in the room, and pointed at the beam: "No, no, Zhongcheng, look carefully, it's not a sparrow."

Not a sparrow? Is it another bird? What's the difference? Zhang Zeyi looked around, and the originally dim beams became clear, and then he saw a bird hanging on it.

This was not the sparrow they had just seen, but a bird made of straw.

Zhang Ze's eyes widened in an instant, and there was a noise from the soldiers around him. With the noise and gaze, the straw bird fell from the beam.

With a snap, it rolled on the ground, flipped over and stopped moving.

Happy holidays, friends, I’ll save up to read it after the holidays. It’s a coherent plot, and you’ll be at a loss if you read just one chapter.