Bao Cheng picked up a pen to write on the paper, and said as he wrote: "These eighteen puppets, showing the postures of the eighteen Venerables of Tianzhu, use Buddhist formations. Use this Zhiyang formation to The thing that is nourished to the yin level must have enough gu to fully raise the mother gu to maturity, and the sacrifice of this gu is the evil technique noticed by the sect master."
"In other words, the person who secretly raises the Gu is already refining the Gu. Then the Gu mother has reached the last step and will mature." Han Changmu's face was so gloomy that water could drip from his face. He has done so many things, but he, the Major Envoy of the Internal Security Department who monitors officials and public opinion, still acts like a fool and knows nothing.
Yao Yao was not in a good mood, his forehead was twitching, and he always felt that what happened next would be even more shocking.
Raising a Gu mother would kill so many people, and then cultivating a Gu would have to do something that would be outrageous to both humans and gods.
There is an incense burner placed in the corner of the room, burning the calming agarwood incense. The light smoke is floating leisurely. The windows are closed tightly, not a trace of wind can leak in, and the thin wisp of smoke is very peaceful. The curls rise.
Han Changmu was quiet for a moment, then put aside the gloomy worries in his mind and said in a low voice: "Have Master Yuan told me the location where the evil magic appears?"
Bao Cheng nodded: "I told you, Master Han has a map of Chang'an City here."
"Yes." Han Changmu moved to the front of the bookshelf, took down a very long scroll from the top floor, and hung it on the wall. The scroll was unfolded, and 108 squares were dotted on it. It was the map of Chang'an City. .
Bao Cheng stretched out his hand and drew a circle on the east side of the map, encircling a large area to the west of Chang'an City. He tapped on it with his finger and made two soft noises: "Master Yuan said, it's probably in this area." within."
Han Changmu was a little desperate.
The area painted by Bao Cheng, starting from Chunming Gate and ending at Mingde Gate, spans half of Chang'an City. There are many lanes and countless mansions, especially those near Mingde Gate, which are even more mixed.
There is no key clue in such a large area, and investigation is like looking for a needle in a haystack.
This range is really too big.
Yao Yao closed his eyes. Why did he choose hell mode to travel through? This was too difficult.
"Bao Cheng, your painting range is wrong, right?" Yao Yao said casually.
"That's right." Bao Cheng looked carefully at the place he drew with his fingers.
Yao Yao snorted, his almond-shaped eyes widened, and he complained at the top of his voice: "Why don't you slide the entire Chang'an City in?"
Bao Chengshan smiled: "That can't be done. Wouldn't that be a trick to you?"
Yao Yao snorted and said, "Did Sect Master Yuan ever tell you how to find a needle in such a big sea without choking on the water?"
"I told you." Bao Cheng nodded solemnly: "The sect leader said that as long as we find out what kind of Gu mother we are raising and what kind of Gu bait we need, we can catch the turtle in the urn and catch the person who uses sorcery."
"Then you are so powerful, you must have found out everything." Yao Yao seemed to be smiling but not smiling, and focused on Bao Cheng's painful pokes.
Bao Cheng scratched his hair and laughed awkwardly: "Isn't it, not yet?"
Han Changmu vaguely felt that Yao Yao and Bao Cheng suddenly had a tacit understanding. Just when he went out, something must have happened to the two of them to suddenly change.
His eyes paused on the two of them, scrutinizing and doubting, and smiled playfully: "So, where does Mr. Bao plan to start the investigation?"
Bao Cheng smiled dryly and said: "Originally I wanted to search Qinglong Temple, but now it seems that I can only rely on you." He looked at Han Changmu sincerely, his eyes were wet, and he could only give him his heart. Han Changmu looked at it and said: "Young Envoy Han, Master Han, you see, we are now grasshoppers on a rope, please help me."
Han Changmu said calmly, "How can I help? I am not from the Qi Sect, and I don't know the magic. You can ask Master Yuan to send more disciples from the Qi Sect to investigate together."
Bao Cheng smiled bitterly: "Qi Men, we can't send anyone out."
Yao Yao Daqi: "Maybe you are the only disciple in the Qi Clan besides the master."
"That's not possible." Bao Cheng smiled dryly: "In addition to Clan Master Yuan and me, there are also people who buy food, cook, sweep the yard, wash clothes, and look after the gate."
With a sip, Yao Yao spit out a sip of tea: "Among all the handymen, you are the only one working there. Bao Cheng, you are a good supervisor, why would you join Qimen?"
Bao Cheng sighed: "You know, public food is not that delicious. If the finance does not allocate money, how can there be money to support so many public people?"
"Yes." Yao Yao raised his eyebrows.
The strange feeling in Han Changmu's heart became more and more obvious. He understood every word Bao Cheng said, but he couldn't understand a complete sentence. He glanced at Yao Yao, but obviously She understands.
But the errand was important, and this weird thing could be investigated slowly and carefully. He pondered for a moment, and thought: "Since the Gu mother is raised using the Jinse formation and the Eighteenth Venerable Tianzhu, then does it also need to be used to sacrifice and refine the Gu? Formations and items related to this are used.”
Bao Cheng nodded, and said seriously: "Yes." He reached out and pointed at several squares around Qinglong Temple, and said solemnly: "So, I also found Qinglong Temple based on the place where Master Yuan discovered the witchcraft. And the place where Gu Yin is sacrificed should not be far from Qinglong Temple."
Han Changmu patrolled the map and asked, "Was it five days ago that Master Yuan first noticed the aura of magic?"
Bao Cheng shook his head: "No, I heard the sect master said that the first time he noticed the evil spell was a month and a half ago. At that time, he traced it to the vicinity of Pingkangfang, and the aura disappeared, and this matter never happened. The clues are that until five days ago, the smell of evil magic was stronger than the first time. The sect master took me to trace the area near Jinggongfang, and then ordered me to trace it there."
"A month and a half ago." Han Changmu frowned: "Clan Master Yuan, did you say which day it was?"
Bao Cheng flexed his fingers and thought hard for a long time before he recalled what Sect Master Yuan had said, and picked out the key points in that large paragraph, saying: "I heard the Sect Master said that it was the first time he noticed that evil magic was in Around Zishi, it’s almost the New Year, yes, there are still two days before the Little New Year, December 22nd.”
After hearing this date, the doubts that had been shaking in Han Changmu's heart finally became clearer, and he asked eagerly: "Are you sure?"
Bao Cheng nodded: "Yes, I was not in the capital at that time, and Sect Master Yuan went after him alone. Later, when I returned to Chang'an City, Sect Master told me personally."
Han Changmu continued to ask: "Is it necessary to kill someone if you use this evil magic?"
Bao Cheng shook his head: "That's not necessarily true, but using human life to sacrifice it will definitely have the best effect and power."
Han Changmu turned around and asked Yao Yao in surprise: "Do you remember the day when Song Huaide's accident happened..."
"It was just after midnight on December 22nd." Before Han Changmu finished speaking, Yao Yao said with a calm face: "Sir, the circumstances of Song Huaide's death were very strange. The medical examination stated that almost all the blood in his body was He was bleeding, but there were no obvious bleeding wounds on his body.”
Han Changmu looked at Bao Cheng with a deep look: "How?"
Bao Cheng shook his head: "But based on this, it cannot be confirmed that this person died from evil magic. Is the body still there? There is a special autopsy technique in Qimen that can determine whether he died from evil magic."
Yao Yao said: "Even if the body is still there, it is probably almost rotten. Can it still be examined?"
Bao Cheng nodded, quite proudly: "Of course, as long as it doesn't turn into ashes, you can tell."
Han Changmu glanced at Yao Yao.
Yao Yao hurriedly said: "Song Huaide has been buried. He is buried in the Song family's ancestral grave thirty miles outside Beijing."
Han Changmu smashed the desk and finalized the matter: "Open the coffin and I will go talk to Song Ying tomorrow."
The matter came to an end. The three of them finished their late dinner and drank a few cups of tea to soothe the nerves. Mrs. Liu came in to report that the guest rooms had been tidied up. Han Changmu said: "Ah Yao, Mr. Bao. , then you go and settle down first.”
Yao Yao thanked him, walked a few steps and suddenly turned around and said, "Sir, how is Brother Gu?"
Han Changmu rubbed his brows and said distressedly: "The fever has gone away and I have woken up, but my consciousness is not clear. I have been sleeping for most of the day."
Yao Yao's expression darkened a bit, he sniffed, and suddenly smiled bitterly: "It doesn't matter, at least no one is chasing them now. They can recover slowly, and their illnesses can be cured slowly. The truth will eventually come out." That day."
Han Changmu nodded and sent the two of them out of the study. After watching the two of them step into the night, their figures completely swallowed by the darkness, he breathed a sigh of relief and returned to the study.
Jin Yu refilled Han Changmu's soothing tea while looking at his expression, hesitating to speak.
Han Changmu rubbed his eyebrows and closed his eyes slightly: "If you have something to say, just say it. You are not hesitant."
Jin Yu laughed dryly: "Yes, Your Majesty, there have been more spies outside the mansion recently, and they look like aliens."
Han Changmu's expression did not change. He had been in contact with Tuyuhun and Tubo recently. It was not unexpected that a foreigner appeared outside his mansion. He didn't even open his eyes and asked calmly: "What, what's wrong? Of?"
Jin Yu said solemnly: "These people asked about the mistress of the house, and then they found out about Qing Qian, but they didn't find out anything useful."
Han Changmu hummed: "As for Qingqian, is there any movement?"
Jin Yu shook his head: "It's very peaceful."
Han Changmu closed his eyes and said, "It's a good thing to be peaceful. She has been following me for several months and has always been peaceful. If she can continue to be peaceful, I can tolerate her."
Jin Yu breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile: "It's time for the prince to take someone into his room. I see that the girl looks good and has a good temperament."
