Master Huiming from Japan stood in front of Su Dawei with his hands together.

Su Dawei noticed that between his palms and fingers, there was a string of black rosary beads, which looked like they were made of the fruits of Mu Yaozi.

"Master Huiming."

"The little monk is here." The Japanese monk said in a slightly stiff Tang language: "This official, the little monk knows everything."

The accent is a bit strange, and the title is even more strange.

Su Dawei thought about it and held back, and continued to ask: "I want to ask what happened last night, where did the mage meet Helan Minzhi, and how did he know his identity?"

At this time, Su Dawei had returned to the yard, and Shiro Ono and other Japanese were guarding the yard with torches. Su Qingjie, Yuchi Baolin and a group of bad people, Jinwu Guards were guarding Su Dawei's side.

Yuchi Baolin held Helan Minzhi in her hand, and the child was not awake yet.

In such an environment, Su Dawei called three Japanese monks who went to Dacien Temple last night, Huiming, Huixing, and Kongliu.

The light of the torch flashed under the night, and the shadows underground were shaking.

The air in the yard also seemed to reveal a kind of impetuousness.

Under countless eyes, Master Huiming said: "Last night, Huixing and Kongliu, I returned from visiting friends. As a result, when I returned to the meditation room, I heard a sound from the wall. We looked up and saw this child falling from the wall."

Master Huixing smiled bitterly from the side, "Fortunately, Kong Liu's eyes were fast and his hands were fast, so he reached out to catch the child, but he still fell and his right hand was sprained."

Su Dawei's eyes moved from Huiming with a simple face to Huixing, who had dark skin, and then followed what he said to Kong Liu, who had been silent and tall.

He noticed that his right wrist was wrapped in white cloth and faintly smelled a trace of herbal smell, as if Huixing was right.

Yuchi Baolin couldn't help but say, "You said this child fell from the wall?"

"That's right." Huiming clasped his hands and said, "I know this is bizarre, but that's what it was at that time. Monks don't lie."

Su Qingjie kept holding his arms and standing aside, staring at Ming Chongyan standing beside Su Dawei. At this time, he looked up and said, "It's not unusual to fall from the wall. Someone must have taken the child by hostage and caught him by several mages, so he lost the child and ran away.

However, who actually held the child hostage? Do the mages look like they see each other?"

Huiming and Kongliu, Huixing looked at each other, and the three monks shook their heads together: "I haven't seen it."

"Since this happens, why not report to the official?"

Su Dawei asked.

Huiming pulled the rosary in his hand and hesitated for a moment, "Because something was wrong with this child at that time, I had seen a similar situation in Rikano, my hometown, so I guess that he might... something happened. At this time, I remembered Master Wukong who I met at Dacien Temple and this Ming Chongyan."

Huixing added: "We are from the Japanese and come to the Tang Dynasty and do not want to cause trouble, so we want to ask Dacien Temple first what to do. Ming Chongyan came back with us last night and has been taking medicine for the child."

Shiro Ono, who was standing beside him holding a torch, said, "We also thought about reporting to the official, but at least we should wake up the child and ask about the situation. As a result, you came to him before he woke up."

Su Dawei touched his chin and deduced it in his mind.

Logically, I didn't hear anything wrong.

“What should I do now?”

Yuchi Baolin asked him in a low voice.

Su Dawei shook his head: "I haven't found anything yet."

"Take this child back first, wait until he wakes up, and ask for confession to see if there are any new discoveries." Su Qingjie said.

Su Dawei nodded.

There is no tangible evidence and it is not easy to catch people. These Japanese people don’t sound like they have a big problem, but they must check it carefully when they look back.

It is urgent to bring Ming Chongyan and Helan Minzhi back and look for clues.

Thinking of this, Su Dawei said to Huiming and others: "I have been disturbed tonight. We took this child and Ming Chongyan away together. When it dawn, the three masters would invite the Chang'an County Government to visit. I still have some questions to ask."

"Amitabha, the little monk has written it down."

Huiming put his hands together and nodded slightly.

The group withdrew from the Tokyo Guild Hall and walked a distance. Looking back, they could see Shiro Ono and a group of Japanese people standing at the entrance of the Guild Hall with torches, which seemed to be a respectful gift.

Yuchi Baolin whispered: "Although these Japanese people are barbarians, they are quite etiquette."

"I don't think so." Su Qingjie snorted coldly: "They stood there with strange eyes, and they didn't look like they were giving him a favor."

"Well, so far away, can you see their eccentric eyes clearly?"

Yuchi Baolin said a little unwillingly.

"Shiro Ono, the descendant of Ono**, who came to the Great Sui Dynasty, brought not respect, but 'the emperor comes from the sunrise, and the emperor comes from the sunset'."

Su Qingjie said coldly: "Let's go, why do these Japanese people do? There are still a lot of cases to do."

Su Dawei kept listening silently, and at this time he couldn't help but look back at the direction of the Tokyo Guild Hall.

In the dark night, the torches flash.

Shiro Ono and others' faces were a little blurred between the fire and the shadow.

Huiming and Kongliu and Huixing three Japanese monks, who were holding hands together, seemed to be chanting scriptures.

For some reason, this scene actually gives people a creepy feeling.

I can't tell what's wrong, but I just think it's scary.

"Ami, go quickly."

Su Qingjie shouted ahead.

"Oh, OK."

The doubts in my heart not only did not resolve, but instead brought about greater doubts.

Su Dawei secretly remembered it in his heart, turned his head to catch up with Su Qingjie and the others.

Walk east along the long street, you can walk out of the western market in half an hour, walk east from Yanping Gate, and in a while, you can reach the county government.

After walking about halfway through the journey, Su Dawei suddenly felt something was wrong: "Lion, Yuchi, do you think it's very quiet tonight?"

"What?"

Yuchi Baolin and Su Qingjie in front looked back at him: "What's quiet?"

"There should be Jinwu Guard patrols the streets in normal times? Yuchi, I'm not talking about you, you're not responsible for this tonight. I mean, why didn't you hear any sounds all the way?"

Su Dawei frowned and said, "And don't you think it's a bit too dark?"

Yuchi Baolin held Helan Minzhi in both hands and blinked: "It's too dark? You said this really... By the way, Ami, where is the little novice monk in white beside you?"

"Um?"

Su Dawei was shocked and turned to look, and was surprised to find that Ming Chongyan, who had been by his side, had disappeared.

This is impossible.

How could a five-year-old child disappear between the Jinwu Guard and the bad guy?

However, the fact happened.

"Lion, did you notice an abnormality just now?"

A strange feeling surged in Su Dawei's heart, which was a kind of bad thing about to happen, some ominous premonition.

Su Qingjie shook his head and pressed his hand on his waist, where there was his horizontal knife handle.

"Shh~"

His left index finger gestured to everyone to be quiet.

Wow ~

In the distance, at the end of the dark street, the barking of dogs came faintly.

“Which dog is from…”

A bad guy couldn't help but muttered, the next moment, Su Dawei, Yuchi Baolin, and Su Qingjie changed their faces almost at the same time.

The light of the torch in the team could have shone ten feet, but at this moment, the light shrank less than half.

In the darkness, there seemed to be something invisible that was devouring everything.

Wow ~

The dog barking sounded again.

"Heaven... in heaven!"

Yuchi Baolin said in fear.

Su Dawei looked up as he said, but suddenly found that black fog was surging in the sky, and in the huge haze, there seemed to be an invisible giant beast, soaking in the moonlight.

"Tengou Yuyue!"

Four words were spit out from Su Qingjie's teeth.

It is said that the moon in the sky will be swallowed by a huge black dog.

In later folk legends, it was Erlang Zhenjun's roaring dog.

But Su Dawei knew that in this era, there was no roaring dog that could swallow the moon. If there was anything closer, it was his own Heizakura, the strange "Tiangou".

Is it a lunar eclipse or a strange magic that you see in front of you?

Su Dawei was not sure.

The only thing he can be sure of is-

Danger is approaching!

As the moonlight in the sky was swallowed up little by little, the entire earth was dark.

Even the torch light in his hand disappeared in an instant.

It was as if everyone was stepping into the extreme ice hell with one foot.

Countless black gas surged from the long street, and black mist spewed underground.

In the cold and fog, countless strange beasts were mixed with roaring and roaring.

"Everyone is close together, back to back, weapons in his hands are outward, calm down!"

Su Dawei shouted loudly, followed his previous memory and reached out to hold Su Qingjie's hand: "It's me, back to back, wait until the darkness passes, darkness will definitely...."

He couldn't finish the rest of the words.

Because at this moment, Su Dawei suddenly realized that the hand he held down would never be Su Qingjie.

Su Qingjie is like himself, and is an extraordinary person with a martial arts.

His palms were big, his wrist bones were thick, and there were calluses from skilled weapons between his fingers.

The hand I grabbed was as delicate as a delicate porcelain, extremely delicate as a delicate piece of porcelain.

This could never be Su Qingjie's hand.

This is a woman's hand!

But where did the women come from in the team?

As soon as he thought of this, Su Dawei suddenly felt a creepy feeling.

The body retreated with lightning and was unsheathed at the same time.

It was pitch black in front of me, and I couldn't see my five fingers.

But he still slashed forward with his instinctive intuition.

The horizontal sword, the eight methods of Tian Ce.

When he used this knife, he still retained some strength, for fear of hurting his own people by chance.

bite!

Mars burst.

A terrible force came, and Su Dawei's face changed, and he kept stepping down and retracting his strength by using his footwork.

The tiger's mouth in his hand heated up, and the huge shock force almost made him unable to hold the knife in his hand tightly.

Just now, what was that?

I felt that what I had chopped was not a weapon or even a human, but like a huge bull and a crazy giant elephant.

Black fog rolls,

Su Dawei took more than ten steps in a row, flipped backwards, and crouched on the ground, which then dissolved the huge impact force.

However, the crisis has not been resolved.

Holding the ground with your left hand, it feels slightly shaking.
Chapter completed!