Zhu Qing survived with a lot of questions, and at this moment he couldn't help asking: "If you were killed seven years ago, why not reincarnate in the underworld?"

Lu Jian said bitterly: "Since we were killed by the man in black seven years ago and thrown into the river, the corpse bones have been tightly entangled by these water plants. They are washed by the river day and night, and fish and shrimps are eaten by them. One year is better than one year. The corpse bones will never be peaceful. How can we seek liberation?"

Zhu Qingsheng felt sorry for his heart. Since ancient times, the Tao was buried in peace. How could he enter the underworld like their corpses, let alone reincarnation and reincarnation? Zhu Qingsheng said: "No one has tried to save you in the past seven years, or have you ever wanted to tell others?"

Lu Jian sighed: "Brother, you didn't know if you discovered it when you came here. This time, undercurrents were everywhere and at the backflow of the branch of the Yangtze River. Ordinary families and merchants would not come here at all. Occasionally, some people came here, and we wanted to take the opportunity to tell each other, but when our yin energy was rushing, we would often wake up, and we could only be forced to leave. Therefore, for seven years, no one listened to us until you came."

Zhu Qingsheng himself knew that this might be related to his practice of Taoism since childhood, and he was not afraid of this weak yin energy, or he indirectly told him through a dream. If he did not take a wrong boat this time, they might have to wait for many years until the Taoist and Buddha who practiced the Dharma came.

Zhu Qingsheng thought for a moment and understood the importance of this matter. It not only concerns the peace and belonging of these dozen unjust souls, but also the settlement of the old case seven years ago, but also the safety of the people here. As long as the man in black is not caught in the net for a day, someone will die. Moreover, the master was framed and framed, which was also caused by the man in black. He said seriously: "Do you have anything to entrust? Although the boy is not talented, he is willing to do his best."

Lu Jian and others have been waiting for this for seven years, and they couldn't help but bow deeply and said sobbingly: "I thank you so much here. I hope you can make this public. Please ask the government to salvage our corpses and give us peace."

Zhu Qingsheng immediately bowed and said, "Please rest assured, you must do it to death." Thinking of the red veil, the words came to your mouth, and the facts were too vague and they didn't say them after all.

Lu Jian bowed deeply again and said, "Thank you, brother. Please take this silver needle, as well, it will probably be of some use."

With a light throw, Zhu Qingsheng immediately took it and held the silver needle and the letter of appointment tightly in his hand. Just as he was about to say something, the scene in front of him suddenly became blurred and shattered. He felt light and slowly floated upwards. Only Lu Jian could hear the trembling voice in his ears: "Brother, if you see me in the future, my wife, if she is still alive, please see if she is doing well for me..."

As his eyes turned dark, Zhu Qingsheng shuddered and sat up suddenly, gasping heavily, but still didn't come back to his senses. After a long time, he looked at the surrounding environment and saw that the sky was blue and the night was still there, and the surroundings were silent. The boat was shaking gently from the bottom of his body. The sound of the flowing river slowly drifted into his ears. When he looked up, a star shone in the east.

It turned out that everything just now was just a dream.

Zhu Qingsheng was about to reach out to wipe away the cold sweat from his forehead, but he felt a heavy sank in his hand. A big red letter of appointment and a silver needle with a index finger were suddenly held in his hand. Zhu Qingsheng was stunned and remembered the dream just now. Could it be that they really came to their own dream?

Do you want to report to the official first? This idea was overthrown by Zhu Qingsheng. Since they dared to frame the master, they might have already figured out the details of their master and apprentice. Wouldn't they fall into the trap if they go by themselves?

Thinking of Master, I immediately touched the talisman in my arms, and still pressed my chest quietly, and I immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

He raised the silver needle and touched it about the length of the index finger and the thickness of the cotton thread, which was one size smaller than the common steel needle. With the same killing method, is it the same person as the current man in black?

Zhu Qingsheng remembered that the master said that although some weapons are heavier and more difficult to use, such as the double hammer of Li Yuanba, the fourth brother of Emperor Taizong of Tang, who often heard from the story of Mr. Shu, most people can't use them, but it is much more difficult to use them lighter than to use them, because light weapons not only test the degree of control of weapons, but also must have sufficient agility. In this regard, it is far from being comparable to heavy weapons that rely solely on courage. The lighter and smaller ones are, the more difficult it is to use them. If you don't have enough agility, it's better to hold a ball of cotton.

Zhu Qingsheng remembered the silver needles he had seen a few days ago, all of which were as thin as hair. They were as long as an inch, and they were definitely not as thick as this one. Isn’t it the same person? Or, the man in black has improved his skills in the past seven years, and the silver needles he used became more and more lighter?

This method of killing people without blood was extremely difficult to practice with a silver needle, otherwise the righteous would have been killed by the evil master to teach his disciples one by one. Zhu Qingsheng would rather believe that he was the second guess, but why did he kill so many people? Seven years ago, he used a silver needle to kill Lu Jian's wedding team, tied up the bride and disappeared. Now he used a smaller silver needle to murder the lives of the villagers of Loujiaji. What is the purpose of?

The more I thought about it, the more I felt a headache. I sighed and said to myself, "It would be great if Master was here, and he would definitely know what to do next." When he said this, Zhu Qingsheng seemed to have thought of something, and patted his head suddenly and said, "Yes, Master said that if you can't think of something from the middle, then you will understand it from the beginning."

Now he recalled what happened in the past few days, and connected it with the past that Lu Jian told: Seven years ago, when Lu Jian was marrying Lou Huixin, he was killed on the spot by a man in black and tied up the bride. Afterwards, all the bodies were thrown into the river. Because the silver needle killed people without bleeding, there were no traces left on the scene. Perhaps the man in black had dealt with the scene later, so the wedding team "disappeared strangely". Seven years later, Lou Jiaji came to Lou Jiaji and recruited several locals, saying that he wanted to find treasures. As a result, no one came back except Lou Kangcheng's son Lou Yun. The only one who came back was foolish and held a red veil until he died. When the red veil was brought back, strange things began to happen, and people kept dying.

Until a month later, their master and disciple came to Jiujiang City, and the number of deaths increased, almost three or four people died a day, seven or eight out of ten were Loujiaji villagers. When their master and disciple wanted to ask about the truth, the man in black appeared again, using stones as a disguise, and secretly harmed Lou Kangcheng. Then the master was framed by the people in the yamen who were chasing him, and then kidnapped the master.

I have figured out the matter, but what should I do next?

Zhu Qingsheng thought hard, and suddenly a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, but then it faded. He seemed to have thought of something, but he couldn't figure out what it was.

As he thought about it, the silver needle in his hand slid down and fell on the cabin rivets, making a clear sound of "ding ding ding ding". Zhu Qingsheng wanted to pick it up. Listening to the sound of the silver needle, a clear thought suddenly emerged in his mind: it was the suona, that suona, the suona that did not appear among the ghosts such as Lu Jian.

Yesterday, at the stall where he and his master went to eat fried dough sticks, there was an old man who was wandering around with a suona on his waist and asking for money? His age and tools were quite suitable. If he found him, he would ask him directly if he was Zhao Yuangui. If so, he would know everything.

After thinking about it, everything was easy to do. Zhu Qingsheng breathed a sigh of relief. According to Qi Mingxing's direction, he rowed all the way to Jiujiang. The destination was the morning market to see if he could meet the old man with a suona on his waist again.

At dawn, Zhu Qingsheng rowed to the dock, put the boat casually, ran all the way into the city and headed straight to the morning market. At this time, the shops in the morning market had just opened the door, and they couldn't help but be surprised to see him running in early. Fortunately, the shops who fryed fried dough rose up very early to warm the oil and dough, and when they arrived, they laid tables, chairs, and stools.

When the shop owner saw the customer coming, he hurriedly surrounded him and said with a smile: "This little customer, we have fried dough sticks and soy sauce and meat porridge that have just been cooked. Where are you going to come?"

At this time, Zhu Qingsheng was mainly looking for the old man, and he ate secondly. He looked up and looked around and was about to say that he could eat anything, but he felt like a thorn on his back, and a feeling of prickly spread throughout his body.

Zhu Qingsheng looked back and saw a man in black robe sitting in front of the table behind him. He was tall and thin. His face was as white as he was, and he was not angry at all. When he saw Zhu Qingsheng looking back, he sneered at the corner of his mouth, and a cold breath was instantly conveyed. Zhu Qingsheng felt uncomfortable when he was about to look back. He was about to go back and suddenly found that the man's right arm sleeve was empty.

(End of this chapter)
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