Painted skin jade series

Wang Xuan went straight to Qingdi Temple at night.

In Qingdi Temple, the stern-faced vigilant monk stopped Wang Xu'an from entering, saying that there was a distinguished guest.

Wang Xu'an spent a lot of eloquence, but only got one sentence: "The abbot is on a trip."

Qingdi Temple is a temple for monks, but the one who bestowed Wang Xu'an's Pregnancy Pill was a crooked way.Taoist priests are shameless and live in monk temples because they have good friends.The friend of Guiyang Dao is the abbot of Qingdi Temple.

If the abbot is not here, Guiyang Dao is naturally not there.

Seeing Wang Xu'an's distressed face, the guard monk at the gate added a sentence: "You don't have to wait, the abbot has been traveling for several years and has not returned yet."

Wang Xuan sat at the gate of the temple with a bundle in his arms, looking at the land covered by the dark night and the lights in Taiyuan city, his heart felt cold.

The night guard monk had a cold face, and his voice was even colder. He snorted coldly, and said disdainfully: "The benefactor has a hostile look on his face and a devil in his heart. Are you afraid that you won't be able to harm people?"

"You, what did you say?" Wang Xu'an stuttered, met Shang Leng's sarcastic eyes, and muttered, "How do you know?"

Monk Leng sneered: "There are harmful medicines in the burden of the benefactor, so why come to my Qingdi Temple to ask for ways to harm others! Go and go!"

As Monk Leng said, he picked up the broom beside the temple gate and swiped it, and Wang Xu'an flew out.

Harmful medicine in the baggage? !

Wang Xu'an fell to the ground on all fours, looked up at the Qingdi Temple on the steps, confused.

Wang Xu'an carried the baggage because there were gold and silver ingots inside, so he was really worried if he didn't carry it with him.The gods and monks living in the Qingdi Temple are not good at reciting scriptures, and they are good at making medicine and alchemy, so they won't lie to him with nonsense...

Wang Xu'an loosened his limp limbs from the fall, got up and groped for the burden.Then I thought about it, it's dark here, it's safer to go back and look, so I hopped back and forth.

In addition to the coils and clothes in the baggage, there was indeed a small bottle.

Milky white bottle, cork, no label or pattern on the bottle.

Wang Xu'an held the bottle and shook it, and there was a sound inside.Carefully opened the cork, and there was only one single pill inside, dark green, like a stone covered with mold.

Is this really a poison for killing people?The future wife will even help prepare for this?It's really thoughtful and caring... Wang Xu'an doesn't understand, how can the monk at the gate of Qingdi Temple smell such a dead thing that can't speak, trapped in layers of packages?dog nose!

If the eldest lady of General Pingxi's mansion wants to use poison, it is certainly not an ordinary poison.Such an little-known dark green pill was made by the master of the dynasty.

All national teachers always have special abilities that ordinary people can't see. They can understand ghosts and gods in the three realms. This national teacher is even more powerful.

People who know how to use immortality medicine, lethal medicine are naturally proficient.Such a medicine that ghosts would die a second time if they took it, Wang Xuan didn't know what it was, but the monks soaked in the medicine jar of Qingdi Temple would not mistake it, and could smell it after covering it with three layers of oil paper.

Wang Xuan held the medicine in his hands and pondered under the lamp in doubt. After a while, he took out a pair of leather gloves, found a tool to grind the pills into powder, and carefully refilled the bottle.

In the middle of the night, the world was silent, except for the cat in the medicine hut, who began to call.

Wang Xu'an was concentrating on his work, and was startled by the sudden sharp cry of the spotted cat. He turned his head and eyes, held the knife that had just been grinding the pills, and pushed the door out.

In the dark, under the moonlight, Wang Xuan walked to the small hut in the northwest corner, where there were cat food bowls and water bowls in the corner.In the food bowl is the leftover fish shreds from tonight with cold rice, and there is still more than half of it.

Wang Xuan squatted down, took a knife and dipped into the rice to mix it.The powder left on the knife surface is left on purpose just now.After mixing, Wang Xuan stirred the broken water bowl with a knife, and then went back to his room to sleep contentedly.

Whether it is poison or not, his heart is now more stable.

At this time in Qingdi Temple, there were really several distinguished guests in the inner room.

The young general Sun Yong, the young prince Zhu Biwu, and Taiyuan Chengling Zhang Da.

The boat went smoothly, and when it arrived in Taiyuan, there was no movement from Wang Xu'an's side. Sun Yong decided to play in Taiyuan for a few days to see the situation.

Zhang Da, the prime minister of Taiyuan, had been to the General's Mansion, and had several acquaintances with Sun Yong. Because of the similar smell, he was once introduced as a bosom friend.After Sun Yong got off the boat, he took Zhu Biwu to the Taiyuan government office.

Zhu Biwu did not expect that Zhang Da's "landlord friendship" would pay tribute to the monk temple.Is there no place in Taiyuan?

The architecture of Qingdi Temple is good. It is not red, red, yellow and yellow like other temples. The color is mainly elegant blue-gray, with carved railings and painted buildings, curved water corridors, secluded and holy, and has a unique flavor.

When he entered the cabinet, he was served by a monk, which was very strange.

A table of vegetarian dishes came up with a tangy aroma.Zhang Da proudly introduced that although the raw materials of these dishes are grown in the ground, the broth, seasonings and oils added during cooking are all meat, so they are delicious enough.

After drinking for three rounds, Zhang Da waved his hand, and immediately a senior monk called some exquisite young monks to come out to sit with him.

With a smooth head, bright eyes, fresh and tender lips, a naked and smooth body under the wide monk robe, leaning on the side, the special incense is similar to but different from the incense offered in front of the Buddha in the main hall.The mixture of inviolable respect and obscene absurdity is very attractive.

The three of them are all people in this way, and they took people into the house to have fun.

When Zhu Biwu held the little monk in his arms, he thought that it was not unreasonable for Zhang Da to choose this place to entertain them.

Who would have thought that Buddhism is actually a cave of prostitution.This Taiyuan City is really interesting.

On the second day, the tabby cat, who had been raised in a certain medicine hut for five or six years and was so fat that it was almost a piglet, died inexplicably.Wang Xuan smiled happily.

On the second day, the third day, and the fourth day, the distinguished guests of Qingdi Temple came, and they were reluctant to leave. They hugged the little monk every night and enjoyed the spring night.

It's not that Zhu Biwu was obsessed with lust and forgot the purpose of this trip.Wang Xu'an and Chen Yuhui's names are famous and their deeds are outstanding. Even the young monks who eat vegetarian food and chant scriptures can speak vividly.Zhu Biwu stayed for three days, and learned about the matter in detail, and heard many strange stories.

For example, seven or eight years ago, Zhu Biwu knew Chen Yuanwai outside Taiyuan City.The descendants of the Chen family were officials in the capital, and they sat in the household department. There were rumors in the capital that their old man died violently.

For example, in the middle of the year, dozens of teenagers and girls in Taiyuan disappeared inexplicably. Among them, the bodies were found.The people in the city all say that witches and Gu are causing chaos, death and life are retribution, and the yamen suppresses the case, so they ignore it.

As the little monk talked, he lay down on Zhu Biwu's body, chuckled and said, "I am one of the teenagers who disappeared in the middle of the year."

"The people in this temple kidnapped you?" Zhu Biwu asked with a frown.

The little monk nodded: "There are many houses and people in the Qingdi Temple. There are more than a dozen people who were kidnapped with me. Some hanged themselves unbearably, some escaped and were captured by the temple and beat them to death. Those who were played to death, only seven or eight are left."

"The people in the monastery are all responsible for the tragic death?" Zhu Biwu's heart sank.

The little monk hesitated and said: "I don't know, maybe it is, maybe it's not? All the beautiful boys are arrested in the monastery, and those who don't obey can be treated with medicine. There is no reason to ruin someone's appearance..."

Human skin painting... Zhu Biwu thought of the introduction of this trip to the south inappropriately in his head, and then closed his eyes.