Ning Changan squatted down.

Not far away was the ground where I meditated the night before, and it was completely damp.

The scabbard is knocked hard.

"Spring? No, there is no scientific basis."

While Ning Changan was thinking, the wet ground was smeared with red.

The sky was bright and clear, and the ground was rendered like blood. This weirdness was even more shocking than when Ning Changan saw the red demonic energy rising into the sky in the ghost village.

Stand up and retreat, holding your sword on guard.

The blood did not continue to expand after staining the ground within a one-foot radius, but became even brighter red.

"has a problem"

Jingzhe unsheathed his sword, and a faint sword energy sank into the ground at Ning Changan's feet.

The strength is controlled just right, just like plowing the ground, following the direction of the sword energy, sand, gravel and soil are thrown into the air.

The ground was lifted up, and a clay Bodhisattva head appeared in Ning Changan's sight.

The Bodhisattva in the mountain temple is missing his head, but he appears in an area a few feet outside the temple, with his head downwards and submerged into the ground.

With the head down, the area where Ning Changan sat the night before happened to be the back of the head.

Ning Changan held up his hands, said "It was an honest mistake", and then squatted down.

Half of the Bodhisattva's face buried in the ground has turned blood red.

"Is it because I offended the Bodhisattva?"

With the energy surging, Ning Changan turned the Bodhisattva's head over from the ground.

Blood flowed out drop by drop from the eyes of the Clay Bodhisattva.

Bodhisattva bleeds!

Many things will push the limits of imagination, such as the Red Moon Market and the bleeding clay Buddha in front of you.

"Is it because I sit on the Bodhisattva head or is there another reason?"

Lifting the Bodhisattva's head, which weighed as much as an adult's body, Ning Changan stepped into the dilapidated mountain temple and put it up.

The sunlight leaked through the cracks in the collapse and shone on the face of the Bleeding Clay Bodhisattva, adding to the strangeness.

"Chentang County police officer Ning Changan went to Yanziping to investigate the case. He stayed at the mountain temple at night and offended the Bodhisattva. It was an unintentional mistake. I hope the Bodhisattva will forgive him."

Is it useful? Ning Changan prayed for peace of mind, turned around and left the temple.

There was a loud "bang" sound, Ning Changan turned around, and the Bodhisattva's head fell down again.

"It's a big deal"

Ning Changan thought deeply.

"It shouldn't have anything to do with me. The storytellers in the restaurant all said that temples were built to worship the Bodhisattva to suppress the karma of killing. The Bodhisattva shed blood. Could it be related to Yanziping?"

Ning Changan once again put the Bodhisattva's head up.

"Chentang County Detective Ning Changan went to Yanziping to investigate the case. If there is any case, the truth will be revealed."

Turning around, Ning Changan carefully walked a few feet away without the Bodhisattva's head rolling down.

"The blood eyes of a Bodhisattva are probably equivalent to the flying snow in June. Is there really a ghost in Yanziping?"

Leading the horse, Ning Changan walked along the trail towards Yanziping.

Yanziping, which had been silent all night, came to life.

There are farmers pushing wheelbarrows along the trail. The carts have buckets for collecting water. There are hundreds of households, and there are private schools in the villages. The sound of reading loudly brings inner peace and stability to this land that has been dry for a long time.

After leading the horse in, Ning Changan knew the location of the Wang family's mansion, but he still asked passers-by and followed the directions to the family's mansion.

The building is magnificent, with a courtyard with three entrances and three exits as its central axis.

Ning Changan knocked on the door. The sound of footsteps came from far away, and a man in his fifties with gray hair opened the door.

His eyes were a little wary, but when he saw Ning Changan's gray clothes with red cuffs, the man relaxed and asked tentatively, "People from the Yamen."

"Chentang County police officer, ordered to investigate the case." Ning Changan showed his Yamen badge as official business was done.

The man smiled and opened the door: "You said the mansion is haunted, right?"

"Yes", Ning Changan nodded.

"The official came into the courtyard to talk, little Wang Xian. When I arrived in Luoshang, all the young and old moved in cleanly. I am the outsider of the Wang family. I am used to the life in Yanziping. I stayed to take care of the house. There is one person who is also in the same situation. Counting.

In the past ten days, Taoist priests from the Yamen and temples have come one after another several times.'

Ning Changan thought about it for a while, and found that there were other people coming to the Yamen. They must be the wealthy Wang family who had hired police officers from Luoshang in the capital before.

"How is the situation?" Ning Changan asked.

"Eggs can be produced in Yanziping even if there is drought, even if there are ghosts and evil spirits, they will not do evil here."

Smiling, Wang Xian said: "You are an official, so of course you have the final say. The mansion is vacant. You can leave it for a few more days and observe and understand. If there are really ghosts and spirits, it will be good for you to kill them."

Wang Xian spoke appropriately, and Ning Changan praised him.

The two entered the mansion while chatting, and Wang Xian continued the topic: "It never rains in Yanziping. There is a lake more than ten miles eastward, which has never dried up. The drinking water in Yanziping is obtained from the lake."

"Is there anything unusual at night in Yanziping?"

“Very safe”

Ning Changan nodded.

The mansion is a magnificent building, with painted beams and carved ridges. It is kept spotless inside and out, and the two outsiders of the Wang family who stay at the mansion do their duties diligently.

Throughout the morning, Ning Changan walked alone in Yanziping, quiet and peaceful. Ning Changan talked with the villagers he encountered, and they all gave the same reply.

The drought in Yanziping has long ceased to be a land of dragons and tigers.

There is an old locust tree at the end of Yanziping Village, with a well-developed root system, immune to drought, and lush branches and leaves.

For nearly an hour in the afternoon, Ning Changan chatted with an old man named Wu Yanshun who was weaving a dustpan under an old locust tree. He asked about everything from the origin of Yanziping to the Wang family's fortune and the occurrence of drought.

The old man said that two years ago there was a lake in the southeast of Yanziping named Woma Lake. There was a giant dragon in the lake that stirred up clouds and waves and overturned fishing boats. He was later killed.

Since then, it has not rained in Yanziping.

Ning Changan sighed, saying that the drought in Yanziping was related to the killing of the giant dragon by the Mingjing Division.

Ning Changan asked about the Wang family incident. The old man smiled and was unwilling to say anything. The indifference in his eyes was a kind of wisdom in the world. He meant that if it was really haunted, the people guarding the courtyard would be safe and sound. Only the head of the family who came to offer sacrifices would be injured.

As night fell, Ning Changan returned to the Wang family's mansion. Wang Xian made a simple dinner, and the old man drank. He accompanied Ning Changan and chatted for an hour.

, and then placed Ning Changan in the west wing of the front yard to entertain visitors.

Under the dim starlight, Ning Changan first meditated and then jumped up to the eaves at midnight.

The outline of the village was completely hidden in the night, making it quiet and silent.

Ning Changan took out a Qi-Wang Talisman.

Originally, he had no intention of using the talisman. He stayed overnight and returned to Chentang County without incident, but the blood and tears of the Clay Bodhisattva in the mountain temple made Ning Changan feel uneasy.

With Qi injected into him, Ning Changan held the talisman between his eyebrows with both hands.

There was clear light deep in his pupils, and Ning Changan raised his eyes.

The stars are shining brightly, and the sky is like a ribbon of stars.

"There is no evil spirit"

Ning Changan had no doubts about the old Taoist talisman. He couldn't see the evil spirits. There were no evil spirits sneaking around in Yanziping.

"What is the reason for the Clay Bodhisattva's bleeding?" It was beyond his ability. Ning Changan pondered, "How about I go back and report the Clay Bodhisattva incident to the county magistrate?"
Chapter completed!