The whole wasteland was surrounded by firelight, and the black and smoky light mixed together, magnificent and eerie.
Wang Jixun and Hui Guang stood side by side, looking at this familiar scene, their thoughts were once again pulled to that night nine years ago: most of the people in the Han Mansion were stabbed to death in their sleep, and the leaf knife pierced through the chest, and after a few turns in the flesh, they could pick off the thickest blood vessels, and the blood flowed like an infusion, and they didn't even have time to open their eyes before they had already gone to Huangquan.
Han Zhiyuan was an exception, he was awakened by Wang Jixun, several people held him, he watched Kang Yun being ravaged and destroyed, his eyes were about to break, and he almost collapsed, but there was nothing he could do.
Wang Jixun stabbed the blade into his stomach little by little, spraying his face with a foul smell, "Han Zhiyuan, you have to surpass me in everything, the mansion is bigger than me, and the woman is more beautiful than me, if you are smarter, you should know that sooner or later you will have such a day, and now there is no need to be so surprised," he turned his head to look at Kang Yun, "And this woman, the master persuaded her several times and let her follow me, but she is so ignorant, don't worry, I won't let the two of you die together, I will take her back to the palace and taste it well."
He laughed and pulled out the blade knife from Han Zhiyuan's body, and the blood from the blade splashed on his face, but he didn't hesitate for a moment, inserting the knife in and out again and again, turning it in and out, until Han Zhiyuan's belly turned into a puddle of soft mud.
The corpses were all dragged into the garden in the end, and there were so many people that the glazed pavilion was stuffed.
Wang Jixun stood in the middle of the corpse and laughed arrogantly, "The paper horse killed people, killed people." ” The gold leaf paper brought with it was thrown into the air, and it slowly fell with the wind, covering up all sin and darkness on this clear night.
"Who could it be?
Dare to burn paper horses in Qingming?
Hui Guang looked at the black smoke in the distance, and Jun's face was covered with a layer of unease.
Wang Jixun didn't speak, and what answered him was a long intestinal sound in his stomach, "Maybe it's because the body of the Han family has been found, and his distant relatives are paying tribute to him."
He patted Hui Guang on the shoulder, and walked towards the temple by himself, "Go back, I'm dying of hunger," Seeing that he didn't move, he turned back again, "What's the matter, are you also afraid that the paper horse will bring something from the underworld?"
Brother Xian, you won't forget, this is a ploy you gave me, and you also let the rumors be spread, why did you get to this point, but you scared yourself. ” Hui Guang was still staring at the wasteland, not moving, the fire had been extinguished, and the black smoke was still rising, dyeing the place where heaven and earth intersected into a blur.
Somewhere in his heart moved, a bad premonition rushed into his mind, what was going on?
Why are you so upset?
Back then, more than 200 people were killed and abandoned, and he was only faintly excited, never like today, his heart was pounding, and it seemed that he could never calm down.
Wait, there seems to be a person standing in the middle of the wasteland, with a white dress, curling Nana, that person, who seems to be looking towards Tianhong Temple.
Who will it be?
Paper horse, did she burn it?
I was pondering, but I heard the voice of the little novice in my ears, "Abbot, the man is gone" Hui Guang was shocked, turned around and returned to the temple, a few little novices were in the backyard in a panic, saw him come in, hurriedly stepped forward, "Abbot, the woman is gone, she is clearly in the stove room, we just washed her, as soon as we turned around, we didn't see her person." ” Hearing this, Wang Jixun also walked over, "No one is gone?"
How can it be?
Lao Tzu saw her just now, she has no wings, will she fly out of thin air?
” Hui Guang's eyes rolled, and he grabbed Wang Jixun's sleeve, "My lord, you go back first, today's things are more evil than one another, I'm afraid, there is something strange in this." ” Wang Jixun was stunned by what he said, then turned his head and left, just came to the door, but the door was opened one step ahead of him, "Lord Wang, is there something missing, perhaps, Xin'an Mansion can help." ” Cheng Muyou walked in from outside the door, followed by Jiang Xixi and a group of officials.
Wang Jixun panicked, but after thinking about it, wasn't the woman gone?
What can he do when he comes, so he pulled a smile from the corner of his mouth, "Master Cheng, people burn incense and worship Buddha in an early manner, but you come at night, your heart is not sincere, be careful not to get your wish fulfilled." ” Hui Guang also hurriedly walked out of it, and Cheng Mu saluted, "Master Cheng, I don't know what to do in the small temple?"
” Cheng Muyou recognized Hui Guang's appearance: Yes, the most important part of this case has finally been found, this monk wanted to lead the death of more than 200 members of the Han family to the burning paper horse, it turned out that he was Wang Jixun's accomplice.
Fortunately, they have been guarding outside the palace today, and they followed Wang Jixun when they saw him come out, otherwise, they would not be able to find out all the snakes and rats in this nest.
Cheng Muyou ignored the two of them, and his body flashed into the inner courtyard, his eyes staring at the grass, trees, bricks and tiles inside, and looked carefully.
"I was outside the door just now, and I heard you looking for someone, abbot, is there anyone missing in the temple?"
"It's windy at night, and the adults think they heard it wrong, we all stayed here one by one, and no one was missing."
Wang Jixun responded provocatively, and the Bodhi tree behind him was blown by the wind, and the leaves swirled down from above and fell on the three of them.
"Yes, there are only a few monks in the temple, and now they are all in the courtyard, my lord, you may have really misheard."
It is spring, and new leaves have just grown, which should be strong and tough, but the leaves are like snowflakes that fall from above, paving the ground into a green field.
The three of them turned around at the same time and saw that the entire linden tree was trembling slightly, and the thick trunk was swaying from side to side, although the amplitude was not large, but it turned up the soil below.
Cheng Muyou only looked at this strange scene, but he didn't notice that Hui Guang and Wang Jixun were already pale, and a few little novices even knelt down and kowtowed to this hundred-year-old tree.
Eventually, the tree stopped shaking, but the roots of the tree that were buried deep in the soil broke through the soil one by one, throwing out all the dirt and stones on it, and the dirt was thrown more and more, and it flew all over the yard.
There was a deep pit faintly under the tree, a black hole, but there was some white stuff mixed in with it.
Cheng Muyou's heart moved suddenly, and he walked towards the big pit, but before he reached the edge of the pit, he heard a faint cry from inside, like a cat meow, and like a baby's cry.
"Woo he killed me, cut my neck, and buried me under a tree."