Erosion of bones and pets, forensic mad concubine

Chapter 719 The Legendary Soul Nail Is Not Just a Nail

Chapter 719 The Legendary Soul Nail Is Not Just a Nail

Master Mingwu frowned slightly: "Let's use it to accumulate virtue, don't bother the Liu family's children anymore."

"It was the kindness of the Ai family to not cut the weeds and eradicate the roots, but now let her live, what should I do? However, it is thanks to you, otherwise the Ai family would not know that the well-known Mr. Liu is actually a woman, or the daughter of an old friend. Tell me, are the people buried in your temple by the Ai family useful or useless?"

Because of knowing too much and witnessing too much, Master Mingwu has always known that this old friend from the past has kept an eyeliner by his side.

Liu Wei appeared five years ago, met by chance, and then the temple was in chaos. Even if Liu Wei helped each other across the air, the two were only close friends.

Until that time when people from the Liu family took him to the Liu Mansion, Master Ming Wu knew that injustice was really injustice.

Liu Wei was actually that man's daughter.

And Master Mingwu also understands that whenever he knows Liu Wei's identity, the concubine will know. This concubine has been monitoring him for decades, and in the end, she found something useful.

For this matter, blame yourself.

After returning to the monastery, he set a rule that the door would only be open for one day on the first and fifteenth day of the Lunar New Year, but it was too late.

But it is better to make up for it than to pretend not to know and live in a daze.

Sighing deeply, Master Mingwu really regretted it at this moment, he really shouldn't have blocked that slap for this person, or in other words, he shouldn't have gone to Guanyuan Temple that day.

Thinking about it now, the abbot of Guanyuan Temple invited him to drink tea, which may not be pure.

The biggest difference between the imperial temple and the small country temple is that the emperor's temple values ​​more the identity of the trustee, while the small country temple opens the door of convenience, and the visitor is the guest.

"Cough cough cough..."

Probably his mind was too chaotic, Master Mingwu only felt his throat dry up and coughed suddenly.

Concubine Ning frowned, held back for a while, but couldn't hold back after all, and stretched out her hand to comfort him.

Master Mingwu raised his hand to block the concubine's movement, and said with a pale face, "Don't bother me, concubine dowager."

Concubine Ning shook her hand away, paused for a while, and asked again: "The Ai family will return to the palace tomorrow, so you have nothing to say, what do you want to say to the Ai family?"

Master Mingwu clutched his aching chest, waited until he felt his breathing became smoother, and then said: "I only hope for the empress dowager, please don't make mistakes again and again."

"After so many years, do you still think that Aijia did something wrong? Well, since that's the case, there's no need for Aijia to say more. It's not intentional to say more!"

Concubine Ning was obviously angry when she left.

But Master Mingwu didn't care, he only waited for the door of the meditation room to be closed again before he raised his head and stared at the beams of the roof, feeling exhausted.

Gu Wen, who was lying on the table, woke up after a long time, rubbed his eyes, turned his head, and looked towards the bed subconsciously, but saw Master with his eyes open, and asked in surprise: "Master, are you awake?"

"En." Master Mingwu glanced at the little apprentice, and said, "Go back to sleep, don't catch a cold."

Gu Wen shook his head: "No, the younger brother said that the master is seriously ill, and the disciple must be with him to be at ease. Master, go to sleep, and the disciple will guard you."

What Xiao Guwen said was just and righteous, but at the same time, he was a little puzzled. He was obviously in good spirits just now. Although he had a fake sleep, he didn't really fall asleep.

Scratching his bald head, Gu Wen swore to himself that he wouldn't be able to close his eyes for a while, if something really happened to Master in the middle of the night, and he fell asleep, who would take care of him.

Master Mingwu didn't persuade him anymore, but after what happened just now, he couldn't sleep anymore.

The vicissitudes of the old man can't help but think of many things in the past, such as before his entire family was destroyed, and for example, before Concubine Ning entered the palace.

The past is like smoke, and the years are old.

Looking back again, I realized that time waits for no one.

vividly.

Maybe, I shouldn't hide it anymore. Some old things should be revealed after all. After all, blindly concealing the truth is tiring and tiring.

This night, until the middle of the night, Master Mingwu fell asleep intermittently.

When he woke up the next day, Master Mingwu asked Gu Wen to find Liu Wei.

The answer he got was: "Junior brother and the others have already gone down the mountain."

Master Mingwu was taken aback.

Gu Wen said: "Early this morning, the younger brother and the others went down the mountain. At that time, the master was not awake, and the younger brother asked me not to disturb the master. The younger brother said that he would come back in two days. In these two days, there are some things to do, and he will come up the mountain when he is done. Staying here for a while is also good for Master to recuperate."

Master Mingwu lowered his eyes, and there was a hint of helplessness on his vicissitudes of face.

And on the official road in the suburbs of Beijing, Liu Wei sat lazily in the carriage with her head propped up, still reading the Sanskrit scripture.

Rong Leng accompanied Liu Wei, and he held the black wooden nail in his hand, what he saw was not the rune on the wooden nail, but the texture of the wood.

It's not sandalwood, it's not fragrant wood, it's not black wood, it's not purple wood, it's pitch black, it's not an exaggeration to say it's charcoal, but it doesn't look like wood no matter what.

"It's burnt wood." Liu Wei turned a page of the book, and seeing that Rong Leng was still fascinated by it, he said, "Scorched wood grows in the west, and the southwest region has the most. The water contained in the wood is the least in burnt wood, which is convenient for storage and easy to use."

Rong Leng listened calmly, and asked: "So, the origin of this nail is Southwest?"

"Perhaps." Liu Wei said, "But the person who made this wooden nail may not necessarily be the one who used it, and judging by the imprint of this rune, it's been a long time, I estimate that this wooden nail is probably more than ten years old. "

Rong Ling frowned.

Liu Wei raised the book in his hand, and said: "This page is about the story about the eight treasures controlling the water. No matter whether the story is true or not, at least it was mentioned above that there is only one soul-calling nail."

Rong Leng looked at the page Liu Wei was pointing at, but said nothing.

Liu Wei smiled: "Don't understand?"

Rong Ling remained silent.

"I don't know much about Sanskrit, but there are translations." Liu Wei said, then reached out and grabbed a scripture, and handed it to Rong Leng.

Rong Leng took it, and saw the words "Eternal Tales" written on the cover.

And these four words are exactly the same as those written on the cover note of the book in Liu Wei's hand.

Rong Leng said: "Why do you still read Sanskrit when there are translations?"

Liu Wei shrugged: "Learn a foreign language... Besides, after all, Sanskrit is the original version. Maybe there are some discrepancies with the translated version. It won't hurt to have a look."

After Liu Wei finished speaking, she buried her head in the book and continued to read without speaking.

Rong Leng let go of the translation, and saw that it was indeed recorded that there was only one soul-calling nail.

The predecessor of this soul-calling nail was a phoenix boy, the phoenix resting on the phoenix tree, and the ancient mythical beast, the phoenix, perched on the phoenix tree. Every time I passed by under the tree, I waved my hand to give enlightenment, and finally became a boy who sat down as a Buddha. He listened to the Buddha's verses three thousand times a day, gradually possessed human nature, and became a great spirit.

After the Battle of the Eight Treasures, Wutong Jing took the initiative to dedicate himself to save the common people with the fire of karma, and his soul was shrunk on the little Wutong nail for life, and there was no detachment.

Therefore, the legendary soul-calling nail is not just a nail, but an elf, no, it should be a great spirit.

Looking at the unremarkable broken burnt wood nail in his hand, Rong Leng lost his mind and put it in his sleeve pocket without looking at it any more.

"and many more."

Just as the nail was put in, Liu Wei cried out.

(End of this chapter)