The child ran into the kitchen and soon came to the fence with the bowls and chopsticks. He tried his best to lift the bowls and chopsticks high and deliver them to Ningma.

Ningma leaned over and took the bowl and chopsticks, quickly ate the rice in the bowl into his mouth, then handed the bowl and chopsticks back to the child, reached out and touched his little head: "Thank you, child."

The child grinned at him and ran towards the kitchen holding the bowl and chopsticks.

A few hours later, it was evening.

The young woman in the flower jacket walked into Fuxi Hall with an honest-looking man. She knelt down in the hall with tears on her face and kowtowed: "Please Master Mao and Taoist Master Qin make the decision for us."

"Brother Qing and Sister-in-law Qing, get up quickly."

Mao Xiaofang took two steps forward, stretched out his hands to pull the two of them up, and asked, "What happened?"

The young woman in the flower jacket looked full of sorrow and said: "This afternoon, a monk named Ningma came to my house and asked for a bite of rice. I asked my son to give him a bowl of white rice. After he finished eating, he reached out and touched me. My son’s head is broken, and it won’t take long for my son to die... Master Mao, please seek justice for us."

Mao Xiaofang's heart palpitated and he quickly asked: "Sister-in-law Qing, what does that monk look like?"

Young woman in flower jacket: "Yellow clothes, black hair, flat head, old face, yellow teeth, long face..."

Mao Xiaofang tried hard to recall the group of monks in the Buddhist school, but none of them matched his name!

"Brother Qing, Sister-in-law Qing, please go back first. I will try my best to investigate this matter. By the way, don't touch the child's body for the time being." Later, Mao Xiaofang said softly.

After suffering so much, although he still did not improve his good nature, he learned to protect himself verbally.

"Yes, thank you very much, Master Mao..." The couple had nothing to say and left with a lot of gratitude.

"Taoist Master Qin, what do you think?"

Watching the two figures disappear outside the gate, Mao Xiaofang took a breath silently, turned around and asked.

Qin Yao took out the demon spirit bead, summoned the red and white demons, and asked: "How is the cultivation of the demons going?"

Miyake had killed all the demons he had cultivated last time with the two "mother queens" in wedding clothes and mourning clothes. It hadn't been long now, and he didn't know the progress of the cultivation of the two mother queens.

"It will take at least seven days to give birth to a new evil spirit." Hong Sha said.

"Seven days... no, we can't wait that long."

Qin Yao ordered: "There are no evil ghosts running errands, so I will leave this job to you two. Listen up, search the whole town for me, looking for an old monk with flat black hair, a long face and yellow teeth. When you bump into him Don't get close, remember the location and report back as soon as possible."

"yes."

The two ghosts accepted the order and immediately turned into light and left.

That night.

The moon and stars are sparse and the wind is freezing.

Hungry, Ningma slowly walked past the doorway with the Gantian Town sign and stepped into the long, silent street.

While walking forward, he suddenly felt something in his heart. He looked up and saw several figures slowly walking toward him with a chilly air.

Ningma paused and narrowed her eyes: "You are here for me?"

"We want to ask the master something." Mao Xiaofang said.

"What's the matter?"

"Have you ever begged for alms from a family on the mountain today?"

Ningma: "This is indeed true."

"You even touched that child's head?" Mao Xiaofang asked again.

"Is there any problem?" Ningma was puzzled.

"The child is dead."

"What?" Ningma suddenly widened her eyes.

"The child's parents said that the child only had physical contact with you today." Mao Xiaofang added.

Ningma pursed her lips and asked, "Is the child's body still there?"

"It should still be there. I asked his parents not to touch the body for the time being."

Ningma: "I did not do this. Please come with me and have a look."

Mao Xiaofang looked up at Qin Yao and saw that he nodded to him, and then agreed.

Shortly after.

Everyone gathered in the small courtyard in the mountain and were taken into a bedroom by Brother Qing and Sister-in-law Qing.

Facing the frightened and resentful looks of the couple, Ningma came to the child's bed, took off the child's clothes, looked carefully, and found no damage, then put her hand on the child's head, closed her eyes, and silently induction.

"Tantric Kung Fu!"

After a long time, he suddenly opened his eyes and murmured: "This child died from the tantric technique, and even his soul was taken away."

Qin Yao remembered that in the original work, Master Ningma was not the murderer.

But he was not sure whether there was any magic change in this story, so he said: "So far, master, you are the most suspicious. I wonder if you can prove your innocence?"

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