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Chapter 440 Baizetu, Fang Xiangmian

Rong Zhen is in a good mood.

Except when I went to inspect the Xunyang Grottoes at Shuangfengjian in the morning, I found that the Donglin Buddha, which I had not visited for many days, was making good progress, and I even liked a certain handsome longshi.

Also because of this golden book.

It's called "Baize Picture".

Ancient books from the Pre-Qin Dynasty record that in the ancient mythical age, the Emperor of Humanity patrolled east to the sea, climbed Huan Mountain, and found the mythical beast Baize on the seashore, which could speak and express the emotions of all things.

Because he asked about the ghosts and gods in the world, since ancient times, essences have been things and wandering souls have changed, and there are thousands, five hundred and twenty kinds of them. Baize said it, and the emperor ordered it to be written in pictures to show the world, so he made "Baize Pictures".

The original original volume of the legendary "Baize Tu" contains a total of 11,520 types of "Essences as Things, Wandering Souls as Transformers", covering almost all five insect creatures in the world.

But later, Dayu controlled the floods and cast the Nine Cauldrons, which ended the age of ancient mythology. Whether it was mythical creatures or spirits and ghosts, most of them disappeared on the mainland of China or fled to the North Sea. At present, some of them may only be found in some overseas fairy mountains. trace.

At present, there are certainly not as many as 11,520 kinds of ghosts and ghosts that are lucky enough to survive in the world, far fewer.

Therefore, most of the secret knowledge about fairies and ghosts revealed in "Baize Tu" has become useless hidden knowledge, and very little can be used.

Moreover, the ancient scriptures were passed down to later generations in a vague way, and most of them were destroyed and scattered, leaving only some diffuse and unclear collective memories mixed in with the dense legends.

The same is true for the original volume of "Baize Tu". It has been lost for thousands of years. The most recent record of its appearance was in the Eastern Zhou Dynasty's storage room a thousand years ago.

The "Baize Picture" that Rong Zhen used as a female historian of Caichang to apply to Si Tianjian for review was a replica of the book when the style of dove editing was prevalent in the Wei and Jin Dynasties.

Compared with the original "Baize Tu" which recorded 11,520 kinds of spirits, it can only be regarded as a fragment.

But even if it is a replica of this fragment of the scroll, there are not more than one hand of "Baize Tu" still extant.

Si Tianjian has a copy in his collection. From the current strict measures of protection and guarding by Si Tianjian, we can see that it is difficult to pass on this secret knowledge from generation to generation...

As the afternoon passed, the cold and cold girl finally stopped flipping through the book, covered the book, and let out a breath.

This fragment of "Baize Tu" looks thick and has many pages, but it does not contain much content.

Because every page contains a concise and concise record of a mysterious spirit.

The simple text contains the most important information, the name of the spirit, its shape and ability, its habitat, and its harm or effects.

Rong Zhenyu clenched his fist, pressed it on the golden book, and nodded gently.

She somewhat understood why there were so few imitations of the "Baize Tu" fragments in existence, and why Si Tianjian's treasured fragments were made of gold that was fireproof, waterproof, corrosion-proof, lightning-proof, and could ward off evil spirits and avoid disasters.

If she were the spirit above and walked around the world and saw this book, even if she didn't have the habit of cruelty and evil, she would definitely try her best to destroy it, or at least tear out the page about herself.

My underwear was stripped off.

The icy girl in palace clothes concealed her thoughts and pressed the corners of her lips.

It was approaching evening, so she stood up, put the "Baize Picture" back into the heavy sandalwood box, sealed it layer by layer, and finally closed it tightly.

Rong Zhen held the box in both hands and walked out of the main hall.

There was silence at the door, with eight people standing on the left and right, half male and female, all with red hair and white clothes.

Among the eight people with red hair, the leader was a man and a woman, both with expressionless faces and a hint of red between their eyebrows. They stepped forward to meet Rong Zhen.

The male Shi Rongzhen, whose eyebrows were red, took the sandalwood box from his hand.

Shi Chaorong, a girl with red eyebrows, said:

"Rong Zhen, Chief Siming is asking you to supervise the construction of the Donglin Giant Buddha and the movements in Xunyang. What do you want from Baize Tu and Fang Xiangmian?"

Rong Zhen's expression remained unchanged: "Investigating the case."

"Just to investigate the theft of fifty ink ingots from little Han Lei Mo Zhai?"

"Miao Zhennv Shi is diligent in complaining."

Rong Zhen nodded, his happiness and anger invisible:

"Is this case a small case? The chess piece that the Southwest Li thieves buried in Xunyang in advance seriously threatens the construction of the Donglin Giant Buddha. If we can follow the clues and catch the owner of Dielianhua, we can eliminate this problem and ensure that everything is safe. Not at all. Not small."

Female Shi frowned and asked:

"The case of Hanlei Mozhai was caused by the owner of Dielianhua? This person has accomplices of ghosts and ghosts. Do you want to follow his lead?"

Rong Zhen was noncommittal, "I am responsible for Xunyang's affairs and it is not within your scope of authority."

The eyebrows were red and the female historian's eyes were filled with anger.

Rong Zhen didn't care. He stretched out a white palm from his sleeve and gestured something to them.

The girl with red eyebrows looked at each other and her companions. There was silence at the door for a moment. She put away the "Baize Tu" group and took out a sandalwood box again.

The girl with red eyebrows took out a golden mask from the new box.

The mask has a fierce face and four eyes.

"Wearing a square mask, don't look in the mirror, don't look at water, don't look at the moon, there will be consequences at your own risk."

The female historian with a red brow put the golden mask in Rong Zhen's hand and coldly told her to cherish words like gold.

"No need for you to teach me."

The cold and cold girl in palace clothes put away her golden mask and walked away.

……

After the autumnal equinox and until the winter solstice, the days become shorter and the nights become longer.

Late autumn nights are particularly long.

The moon is high in the sky, Xingzifang is close to the city gate, and a shop with a plaque named "Hanlei Mozhai" has long been closed.

The stewards had already taken a break, leaving only three or two concierges to take over and keep watch in the store.

In the inner treasury, the night watchman is also old. He has only been patrolling for a while and has already started to fall asleep.

However, the old concierge quickly shook his gray head, cheered up, and went to the inner warehouse where the ink ingot inventory was kept. He used the key to open the sealed door. After walking in, he patrolled around with a lantern. Then he turned around with peace of mind, closed the door and left.

Not long ago, the disappearance of fifty rare-grade Han Lei ingots caused a big fuss. The boss became very angry, and they, the clerks and concierges, also suffered and were scolded.

Of course I don't dare to neglect the vigil now.

However, there had been so much noise in the investigation in the past few days, and the investigation had been carried out from top to bottom. The old concierge felt that whether this little ink thief was a domestic thief or not, he probably had to be more honest these days.

How can anyone commit serial crimes against the wind? Still stealing ink ingots, so worthless...

Thinking of this, the old concierge, holding a lantern, left with peace of mind.

As for the whereabouts of the missing batch of rare-grade ink ingots, no one has found out yet.

The agents of the Judicial Cao in the Jiangzhou lobby, as well as the palace ladies who originally supervised the Donglin Giant Buddha and seemed to be of high status, came in batches, and cross-examinations and interrogations were conducted one after another.

Such fuss.

In the end, it was even found out that a certain clerk had embezzled two pennies dropped by a customer at the counter of the store on a certain day of a certain year, but the ink thief was not caught.

Fifty ink ingots disappeared.

In recent days, the number of police officers and female officers has come less and less, and today they have all been evacuated. The figure of the cold and powerful girl in palace attire has not been seen for many days. I don’t know if she is tired of it. I was too lazy to come over to investigate the case.

When the old concierge was having dinner in the evening, he heard the stewards whispering to each other that the case would most likely be treated as a pending case. The owner of Hanlei Mozhai went to see Yan Canjun in the afternoon to discuss whether the case could be withdrawn, and then let it go. It's not that I don't want to catch the thief, it's mainly that I keep investigating the case. People are coming and going in the store, which delays the ink making and sales. When customers and pedestrians see people wearing official clothes frequently coming and going in the store, most of them will be suspicious and worried, and rumors are everywhere.

So recently, the case has gradually faded away, and no one is investigating anymore. In Hanlei Mozhai, everything is back on track, except that all the door locks on the inner warehouse door have been changed.

At the same time, the ventilation skylight was also opened a little smaller. After it was blocked, only a ventilation hole about the size of a fist was left, because the preservation of the ink ingot requires ventilation and dehumidification.

The old concierge shook his head and continued his night patrol...

Behind, in the inner ink storage room, it was pitch black.

Through the moonlight leaking in through the ventilation holes above, the rows of wooden shelves in the inner warehouse can be vaguely seen.

On each level of the wooden shelf, there are boxes of ink cartridges neatly arranged.

Hundreds of Hanlei ink ingots, which are famous in Jiangnan, are carefully packed into these ink cartridges.

The ink cartridge is made of ebony, with carved body and exquisite craftsmanship. It not only plays the role of storing and protecting Hanlei ink ingots, but good ink and good box can also increase the value.

Not long after the night patrol figure disappeared.

The light in the library suddenly dimmed. The fist-sized vent in the center of the roof was blocked by something blocking the silvery moonlight. After a while, the library returned to its original state.

squeak - squeak - squeak -

In the quiet air inside the library, some subtle sounds suddenly sounded.

On a certain wooden frame, there is a heavy box of ink cartridges, as if awakening life has legs, it is slowly moving towards the edge of the wooden frame.

Viewed from a distance, the ink cartridge looks like a slow earthworm, moving forward and backward.

Finally, it came to the edge.

pat--!

There was a sound of a hard object falling to the ground in the darkness, and it was also accompanied by the clicking sound of the box being smashed to the ground.

It was the ink cartridge that fell.

By the way, the well-preserved pine scented ink tablets inside were also exposed.

At the same time, on the wooden shelf directly above the ink cartridge that fell to the ground, there was a small black figure squatting on the edge, looking down cautiously.

It turns out that it was not the ink cartridge that became sperm just now, but this little black shadow pushing the ink cartridge with all its strength.

Inside the library, the scent of pine ink filled the air.

The little black shadow disappeared on the wooden frame.

After a while, there was a rustling sound.

"Gujiguji..."

In the dark warehouse, there was a slight chewing sound of mice gnawing rice.

But I don’t know which family the mouse is from. Instead of going to Miku, I’ll go to Moku.

This chewing sound lasted for a long time, until the moon outside rose to the highest sky, and a beam of cold moonlight fell on the dark floor through the ventilation hole directly above. After its position slowly moved, it finally shone on a sneaky little On the small shadow.

It can be vaguely seen that it is only the size of a child's hand, not as big as the ink stick he is holding in his arms.

The little black image is a mouse, squatting on the ground, eating happily, and seems to have the habit of chewing when it likes eating.

I saw an entire Hanlei ink stick that was larger than it. There was not even a stick of incense left. There was not much left and it was about to be eaten.

It was like a starving ghost was reincarnated. I don’t know how long I have been fasting nearby, but I finally had a full meal tonight.

"Uh~"

The little black shadow burped with satisfaction.

At this moment, a cold female voice sounded next to him:

"are you full."

From a shadow against the wall of the inner treasury, a figure with long sleeves of a girl in palace clothes came out.

The little black shadow was so frightened that it jumped half a foot high on the spot.

Crackling——!

Rong Zhen heard the sound of rummaging through boxes and cabinets from all directions.

There were rows of ink cartridges neatly stacked on the shelf, and they all fell to the ground spontaneously without any movement from the wind.

After this commotion, the inner library returned to silence.

The small black shadow had disappeared, probably taking advantage of the chaos to escape, leaving only eight ink ingots scattered on the ground.

Rong Zhen looked as usual and did not chase him. Long Xiu walked to the place where the little black figure was eating ink ingots just now.

She lowered her eyes and looked at the pile of messy ink ingots on the ground around her.

The girl in palace clothes gave a light "chi" and refused to accept this suit. She took out a golden mask from her sleeve and put it on her pretty face.

The mask on her face had a sinister look, and her eyes were deep, like black holes that could absorb all the light from the outside world. At this moment, her eyes were staring straight at a pile of ink ingots on the floor.

Before she could speak, among the pair of chaotic ink ingots, one ink ingot pretending to be dead suddenly melted into a small black shadow. After returning to its original state, it walked like a fly - so anxious that it used all four legs and ran away.

Rong Zhen's figure was like a phantom, flashing close to her, stepping on the small shadow with one foot, and lightly opened her pink lips:

"Do you think you can run away?"

"..."

The little guy at her feet was so busy begging for mercy that he uttered pitiful words:

"Fairy, please have mercy on me. I was wrong, wrong, really wrong. I don't dare to steal Qin's ink anymore. Oooh, please hold your feet high. Oops, my hair is messed up. It hurts so much. Fairy's feet." …Jade, please be gentle on your feet.”

I heard the pitiful voice of a girl begging for mercy coming from my feet.

Rong Zhen relaxed his feet slightly and looked intently.

This black shadow the size of a child's hand turned out to be a little person wearing a lotus crown on her head, like a Kun Dao female crown. Originally her lips were red and her teeth were white, but when she gnawed ink, there was a circle of ink around her mouth, like white paper. A circle was drawn with an ink pen on it, which was quite funny.

But after taking a closer look, I found that in addition to wearing a lotus crown on her head, she was also wearing a dark ancient Confucian uniform. She was holding a golden alms bowl used by a monk and a snow-white whisk in her hand.

She is neither a Taoist priest, nor a Confucian scholar, nor a nun. She specializes in a little bit of all three religions. In Rong Zhen's eyes, she is indistinguishable from each other. She frowned slightly:

"stand up."

The little girl dressed in black got up from the ground in embarrassment, straightened the crooked lotus crown, then squatted down to pick up the fly whisk and the golden bowl, blew the ashes, and carefully inspected the battle damage, with a very distressed look on her face.

"Hand over your real name first." Rong Zhen suddenly ordered coldly.

"Can you not tell me?" the little girl lowered her head and asked weakly.

She didn't dare to look directly at the golden mask that made her feel deep and terrifying, and the invisible majesty made her unable to raise her head.

Rong Zhen was amused, thinking that this little elf was showing off his brains and was still bargaining.

This is someone who has just become a sperm and has never been beaten before?

Rong Zhen suddenly felt that it was a waste to specially bring a taboo item from Luodu Shen this time and use it on the little spirit in front of him.

Just with this little girl's modest skills, her big eyes showing a clear sense of stupidity, and her brain not yet working well, she was able to deal with it easily. She had prepared so much and made a fuss out of a molehill.

Rong Zhen casually took off Fang Xiang's mask and revealed a cold face:

"You can try it."

The little girl waved her hands, rolled her eyes, and answered sonorously:

"I won't try anymore, fairy, Huang Xuan, my name is Huang Xuan!"

(End of this chapter)