The villain has a white moonlight

Fu Mengsheng also followed a thin bamboo mouse, and the little fat mouse jumped to the side of the white-clothed Taoist like lightning, licked his clothes affectionately, and jumped up again to beg for a hug. so high.

Fu Mengsheng leaned over, grabbed the handful, and rubbed the chubby and fluffy head of the bamboo rat, the little guy squeaked happily.

"Like a flower in a mirror, correct your wording." Ji Wuxian reminded, but she was not angry.

"Aha, I'm sorry Ghost Chief, I made a slip of the tongue, I wanted to say, oh no, fellow Taoist." Luo Yafeng smiled and said, "The Taoist priest is safe and sound so far, surely the ghost prime minister's help is indispensable, right?"

"Yes." Fu Mengsheng nodded, put down the fur ball, turned to Ji Wuxian and said gently, "My friends have worked hard this journey."

Facing those clear eyes, Ji Wuxian's heart warmed, and he shook his head: "It's not hard work, but it's true that I'm happy."

"The two of you are indeed close friends, like brothers like brothers." Luo Yafeng smiled meaningfully.

Ji Wuxian ignored it, strode towards Donggong Fu, and called out hesitantly, "Donggong."

There was no response from the other party, Luo Yafeng folded his hands and said: "She has been hit by a Gu, it seems to be called Snow Clothes Gu."

Fu Mengsheng stepped forward, raised his wide sleeves, a silver thread flew out from the sleeves, wrapped around Dong Gongfu's wrist, and when he felt his pulse, a trace of worry appeared on Qingjun's face.

Ji Wuxian's face darkened, staring at the man in emerald green clothes, the forest leaves rustled in the cold wind: "I need an explanation."

"I didn't kill Donggong Yue, and I didn't plant the Gu on Miss Donggong's body. The rest should be as you have heard." Luo Yafeng said lightly.

"You are not taking hostages, are you?" Fu Mengsheng withdrew the line and said softly.

"Daoist Fu Mengsheng, you are really my confidant!" Luo Yafeng's smile became brighter, and Ji Wuxian glanced at him lightly, and spread his hands to change the subject, "Is this bamboo rat raised by the Taoist?"

"It's wild. Last time an eagle injured it, and Daozi healed it."

"Isn't it a coincidence that the little fat man found me?"

Fat Bamboo Rat's companion didn't seem to like this name, so he jumped up to Luo Yafeng's feet and stood up, swung his left paw with his right paw, and punched him in combination with his calf.

"Your Excellency still has Daozi's medicinal powder, which came along with the breath." Fu Mengsheng smiled.

"Medical powder? Ah, it was at the Langhua banquet last time..."

Fu Mengsheng smiled gently, nodded: "Yes."

"It is the leader of the bamboo rats in this mountain. Knowing that you are hiding in this mountain, Fu Mengsheng asked it to help find you." Ji Wuxian answered on his behalf.

"..." The image of a group of bamboo rats looking for people all over the mountains and plains suddenly appeared in Luo Yafeng's mind, and then he glanced at the thin bamboo rat that was still beating him violently, "I see that their bones are strange, and they are not far from becoming fine .”

"Perhaps." Ji Wuxian turned to Fu Mengsheng, "Friend, is the Gu poison in the East Palace difficult to cure?"

"Well, the medicinal material Guikucao that relieves Gu is hard to find now."

"There is a ghost market." Luo Yafeng confirmed, "I can take her to the ghost market to unravel the Gu."

He had seen ghost crying grass, and Yilan Fangfei, where Jixinnu lived, had this kind of flower. Because of its strange appearance, it looked like a human palm bone, so he asked the name casually.

Then he added: "You two, go to Shushan to find out the cause of Dong Gongyue's death. The longer it takes, the more thoroughly the evidence will be wiped out."

"You really care about this." Ji Wuxian glanced at Luo Yafeng.

"Of course, it's about my innocence, okay?" Luo Yafeng said with a smile.

The thin bamboo rat finally became paralyzed from exhaustion, lying on the ground and gasping for air, causing zero damage, and was finally dragged by the little fat rat to say goodbye to Fu Mengsheng, and then went to the depths of the forest.

"We will handle it ourselves, let's leave." Ji Wuxian said indifferently, "Next time we meet in the ghost market, let's fight again."

The news of Dong Gongyue's assassination caused a lot of panic. Xiujie's fear of the ghost market is increasing day by day, and the dispute over the fragments of the Golden Crane Game Dust Mirror is becoming more and more intense. The turmoil is spreading in an uncontrollable way

Seeing Luo Yafeng himself, he realized that the first-level dangerous person who was rumored to have killed Dong Gongyue with a single blow had been seriously injured, and the rumor itself was full of loopholes.

Dong Gongfu had no external injuries, so it is conceivable that Luo Yafeng did not use Dong Gongfu as a shield during his escape, and it can be seen from his words and deeds that he has no malice towards Dong Gongfu.

In view of his own personal experience, Ji Wuxian did not act immediately.

"Let's fight now, it's my new mission to take Miss Donggong back to the Ghost City." Luo Yafeng said helplessly.

Mr. Huang Quan gave an order to take Dong Gongfu back, and he still has a job to do.

"It's not fair that you're still wounded."

"Why, breaking the dust-observing mirror and depleting the ghost's body, now even a little guy like me makes you dare not do it?"

With such a provocative attitude that seemed familiar, Ji Wuxian narrowed his eyes and said with a smile: "Then come on."

However, a weak voice sounded: "Lan Er...is that you?" Then he confirmed: "It's really you, it's... great."

Dong Gongfu had woken up and wanted to stand up, but she was still powerless.

Ji Wuxian pressed the knife back, walked forward quickly, helped Dong Gongfu up, "It's me, Dong Gong."

"Father is dead, and the murderer may be my relatives." Dong Gongfu said, tears rolling down silently again.

"My condolences." Ji Wuxian's eyes also dimmed a bit, "You can't have anything to do, let's get out of here first."

"No, let him take me to the ghost market." Dong Gongfu was extremely weak, and would pant slightly after saying a few words.

Ji Wuxian was stunned: "Why?"

"I want to confirm something personally." A smile appeared on Donggong Fu's pale face.

Ji Wuxian was silent for a while, and finally nodded: "Okay." Then he turned to Luo Yafeng, "How is your injury?"

"It's nothing serious, just go back and mend it with clay. Thank you Ghost Chief for your concern!"

Luo Yafeng took Dong Gongfu away, Ji Wuxian watched the two leave, and went to their destination with Fu Mengsheng.

It’s the time when the hibiscus is in full bloom in the city, and the hibiscus resists frost. Even in the winter season of November, it is also lively and prosperous. The pink, white, light red, and deep red double-petaled flowers are densely crowded among the green leaves, delicate and beautiful, and the flowers are full of the city. The Jinguanrong City in the middle of Shu is named after this. The Misty Rain Fusheng Residence where the Shushan East Palace is located has a magnificent atmosphere. The hibiscus planted inside and outside the walls are like the gorgeous embroidery patterns on the elegant Shu embroidery, adding a touch of tenderness to it.

However, the Donggong Mansion, which has just finished the funeral, is now a little bleak. The festive decorations arranged for the birthday earlier have long been removed, and the funeral attire has not been removed. All are a piece of snow white.

Ji Wuxian stood on the road outside the East Palace for a long time, with Fu Mengsheng beside him quietly accompanying him, the traffic was busy, and people came and went, as if it had been a lifetime away.

Dong Gongyue, who had never fallen during the Yue Yue Campaign, would now die of an assassination.

"Friends, let's go to the Donggong Temple first." Ji Wuxian glanced at the closed gate and said in a low voice.

"En." Fu Mengsheng nodded.

The Donggong Temple is located in Jinguan Lane, facing south from the north, dense with pines and cypresses, and five-entry pavilions. Along a central axis, it passes through the gate, the second gate, Yunguang Tower, and Zhaolie Forest of Steles to reach Qingyang Temple. tablet.

It is now night, and there is a blind old gravekeeper burning paper money in the audience.

Fu Mengsheng and Ji Wuxian entered the temple, the old man pointed to the incense candle basket, buried his head and said, "Are you two also here to worship the Patriarch? The incense candles are over there."

The paper money in the brazier was instantly licked by the bright flames, flying away like red flame butterflies, and scattered into the vast night sky. When the Patriarch was mentioned, tears rolled down the old man's cloudy eyes, and his voice trembled.

"Old man, take care of yourself." Fu Mengsheng took two steps forward and said softly.

"Sect Master Donggong is such a good person, he has broken his heart for me in Sichuan, repairing bridges and repairing roads, killing demons and eliminating demons, no matter how they are gone, they will be gone." The old man raised his skinny hand and wiped his tears: "God Don't have eyes, good people will never be rewarded, and villains can jump eight feet high."

After finishing speaking, he burned all the paper money in his hand, got up and said to Ji Wuxian: "Don't disturb the two worshippers, old man, I will go to the cemetery to inspect."

The cold wind rushed in from outside the door, and the old man shivered. He went to pick up the lantern and prepared to go out. When he reached the door, he shivered again and coughed.

"Old man, wait a minute." Ji Wuxian stepped forward and took off the crane feather cloak, and gently draped it on the opponent: "It should be warmer this way..."

"Ahem, kind young man, you will definitely be rewarded." The old man said gratefully.

"Thank you." Ji Wuxian was stunned for a moment, then smiled.

Reward?Will a person like him have good news?

"Friend?" Fu Mengsheng called out gently, his eyes full of concern.

The old man had gone to watch the night with a lantern.

"I'm fine, Fu Mengsheng, let's offer incense to the suzerain of the Eastern Palace together." Ji Wuxian shook his head, went to the incense basket to take a handful of incense, and gave half of it to Fu Mengsheng.

Fu Mengsheng nodded, took the incense, lit it on the long-burning lamp next to it, and worshiped Dong Gongyue's tablet three times with Ji Wuxian, and then inserted the incense into the incense burner.

Ji Wuxian is a ghost cultivator, to him gods and ghosts are nothing more than floating clouds, but in this ancestral hall, his attitude is still respectful,

After burning the incense, he took out the flute around his waist, weighed it and said: "Now we can start."

"Visiting spirit?" Fu Mengsheng said softly.

"Well, I'll try first, it may not be successful." Ji Wuxian glanced at the impromptu replacement of Moqing in his hand,

Under certain conditions, those who die by accident will turn into resentful ghosts. Dong Gongyue was a hero before his death, and he was upright. Anyone or ghosts.

Donggong Yue has already been buried in the soil, and the aristocratic family has a complete transcendence system, so the possibility of a complete soul wandering in the world is very small.

But to find out the truth, visiting spirits is the fastest way.

"Do you need the protection of Daozi's painting array?" Fu Mengsheng had already closed the gate of the ancestral hall, blocking the cold wind and dew from the call sign, walked up to Ji Wuxian, and gently asked for his opinion.

"No, you have a good rest, just sit down and watch me." Ji Wuxian pulled a futon over and smiled at Fu Mengsheng.

"Okay." Fu Mengsheng sat down calmly.

Ji Wuxian closed his eyes, put the bamboo flute to his lips, and dexterously hopped his fingers between the flute holes, but no music sounded, but what he was playing was a melody that could only be heard by the soul body, and there was a slight ripple in the air, Opening his eyes, he saw a little silver light radiating from the tablet of Donggong Yue, gradually forming a transparent figure, it was Donggong Yue wearing a shroud, this senior had no expression on his face, neither sad nor happy nor angry.

Sure enough, only a wisp of the earth soul is left of the Donggong Yue in the world.

Ji Wuxian concentrated, her fingertips gliding across the bamboo flute, silently, asking about the day when Dong Gongyue was assassinated.

Dong Gongyue glanced blankly at the young man in red, seemingly puzzled.

Ji Wuxian patiently repeated the verse of the flute.

The other party's expression was still blank, lacking the other three souls and seven souls of the earth soul, and his reaction was extremely slow.

Ji Wuxian didn't get impatient, and played it again.

The soul finally understood, pointed at the open mouth, and shook his head at Ji Wuxian.

Dong Gongyue's tongue was cut off.

In other words, he can no longer personally describe what happened to him.

The murderer has long been prepared to prevent anyone from seeking the truth through spirit visitation.

The author has something to say: "How are you? I'm fine."

--"love letter"

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