Chapter 261 Map


    "I''ll ask the bald man when I go back." Zhang Lan said.


    "Um."


    Mo Hua nodded. This matter was strange and we need to ask clearly.


    In the remaining time, Zhang Lan asked his subordinates to count the stolen goods and register them one by one. After they were registered, the Daoting Office would send people to transport these things back to Tongxian City tomorrow.


    In Mo Hua, they would stay overnight in the inner mountain.


    After the cave was cleaned up, they prepared to set off and head to the camp.


    Before leaving, the ink painting suddenly sounded "Huh".


    Zhang Lan turned around and asked hurriedly, "What''s wrong?"


    Mo Hua pointed to a small corner, "There is something here."


    When Zhang Lan heard this, his eyes lit up. He walked to the corner of Mo Hua''s finger, let go of his spiritual sense, and after carefully identifying it, he said in surprise:


    "There is really a secret cues."


    There was blocked by debris before, so everyone didn’t notice it for a while.


    At this time, the cave was cleaned up. Mo Hua''s spiritual sense sense felt it and discovered the dark grid here.


    "Is there a formation?" Zhang Lan asked.


    "No." Mo Hua shook her head.


    Zhang Lan looked at Mo Shan, "Brother Mo, it''s up to you."


    Mo Shan nodded, and when he clenched his fist, a fire ignited from it, and then he punched the stone wall in the corner with a "boom".


    The stone wall creaked and cracks appeared.


    Mo Shan made five or six rounds like this and broke all the stones.


    After the stone wall was broken, there was a small dark grid of square inch, with a wooden box hidden inside.


    Zhang Lan took out the wooden box and glanced at it with his spiritual sense. When he found that there was no danger, he opened the wooden box.


    Mo Hua also leaned over and took a look.


    In the wooden box, there are two booklets and a picture.


    One book is "Changfeng Jue" and the other is "Fast Wind Technique".


    The Changfeng Jue is a wind-based exercise, and the Qifeng Technique is a wind-based exercise, which are all the methods of practicing Taoism learned by the bald man.


    It seems that this secret structure is used by the bald man to hide things.


    As for that picture, it looks like a picture.


    The lines above briefly draw the mountain, there are cliffs, the handwriting is sloppy, and there are no written notes. For a moment, I can''t tell what kind of map it is.


    Zhang Lan said: "This exercise and body technique are good things, but the wind and spirit roots are scarce, so few people can learn it. You will copy one later, you can sell it or exchange it for other methods of practicing Taoism. It is estimated that it can be worth a lot of spirit stones."


    "As for this picture..." Zhang Lan frowned and asked Mo Hua: "Can you tell where the map is?"


    Zhang Lan is not familiar with the mountain roads near Tongxian City, especially Daheishan.


    He doesn''t use much map.


    He remembered that Mo Hua had personally drew the map of Daheishan, and each stream, a forest and a tree were clearly marked.


    If it was really a map of Daheishan, the ink painting should be able to see it.


    Mo Hua took the map and looked carefully, feeling confused.


    He felt familiar and unfamiliar.


    "This mountain shape is like a map of Daheishan, but I have never seen the specific ones."


    Ink painting thought carefully, and then asked Moshan:


    "Dad, can you tell?"


    Mo Shan looked at it for a while and felt a little strange, so he said, "Didn''t you draw a map of the inner mountain and the outer mountain? Use it to compare and take a look."


    "Oh, by the way." Mo Hua nodded, took out the map he drew and spread it on the ground.


    Anyway, the bald man caught it, the old nest of the cultivator was taken down, and Lu Hui died, and there was nothing else to do for the time being, so the three of them looked at the map carefully.


    Half an hour passed, I searched several times, but couldn''t find the corresponding location.


    Zhang Lan said: "It may be the mountain map of Daheishan outside Tongxian City."


    Mo Hua nodded, thinking it was very possible.


    Daheishan is very large. In addition to Tongxiancheng, the mountain will also spread to other boundaries.


    If so, it is no wonder that the ink painting looks familiar, but the corresponding mountain location cannot be found.


    "When you go back, you can ask the bald man, where did this map come from and what it is for." Mo Hua thought for a while and said.


    The bald man hid this map with his martial arts and body skills. He obviously attached great importance to it and probably had a lot of secrets.


    Ink painting also copied the map.


    After that, the three of them stayed in Daheishan for one night. The next day they got up early and returned to Tongxian City with the mountain dew and Chaoyang. After a brief rest in Mo Hua, he arrived at Daotingsi again, found Zhang Lan and asked:


    "Do you want to examine the bald head? Just take me one."


    Zhang Lan was a little embarrassed, "The Daoting Department’s interrogation cannot be allowed to be listened to by outsiders..."


    "I have a share in catching the bald head, how can I be considered an outsider?"


    "The truth is this truth, but the rules are the rules." Zhang Lan politely declined.


    "Then forget it, I''ll go and ask the Chief Secretary."


    Mo Hua said, then walked out, and Zhang Lan quickly pulled him, "What are you doing with the Zhangsi?"


    "If you can''t make the decision, you will naturally have to take charge of the commander."


    "The Zhangsi will not agree."


    Mo Hua smiled sly, "How do you know that the Zhangsi will not agree?"


    Zhang Lan thought about it for a while and found that the Palm Secretary really didn''t refuse.


    People were originally helped to catch Mo Hua. Now, when I interrogate, Mo Hua wants to listen to it, it seems that there is no problem.


    Moreover, ink painting has a wide popularity and many sources of information. Some things may be clearer than what he, the Diansi, knows.


    If you ask him to help with the review, maybe you can really ask something.


    Lao Zhangsi was already appreciating ink paintings, not to mention that ink paintings are still a first-class formation master. He would give him this face no matter how he gave him.


    Zhang Lan''s expression was a little complicated and sighed, "When interrogation, there will be some blood..."


    Zhang Lan was halfway through speaking, and suddenly realized that Mo Hua was still a demon hunter. He was used to seeing monks fighting with monsters. He probably saw a lot of **** scenes.


    As soon as he thought of this, Zhang Lan gave up and said, "Come with me."


    Mo Hua smiled, "Thank you, Uncle Zhang."


    The punishment room of Daozhu is located in a dark corner to the west.


    Ink Hua followed Zhang Lan into the torture room and smelled blood and rotten smell. The room was dark, with torture instruments hanging by the walls, dark blood on the ground, and a stove burning with iron.


    Bloody, gloomy and depressing.


    No wonder Zhang Lan didn''t want him in.


    Zhang Lan ordered: "Just listen aside. If you feel uncomfortable, go out for some breath. This is not a good place. If you can, don''t come."


    "Thank you, Uncle Zhang!"


    Mo Hua thanked again.


    Zhang Lan smiled slightly, patted Mo Hua''s shoulder, and then ordered someone to bring the bald Tuo in.


    Mo Hua found a cleaner stool and sat there. After a while, he heard the sound of shackles being blocked. He looked up and several stewards walked in with the bald headed dog who was penetrated by iron chains.


    Bald Tuo was covered in scars and had a embarrassed body. It seemed that he had suffered a lot in Taoist prison.


    Several stewards tied the bald head on the punishment rack.


    Zhang Lan changed into a cold face and said:


    "Baldou, I''ll ask you a few questions. If you tell me truthfully, you can suffer less."


    The bald man closed his eyes and did not comment.


    Zhang Lan asked a few questions, but the bald man did not answer them. Even if he was tortured, he did not say a word.


    A look like a dead pig is not afraid of boiling water.


    The bald Tuo knew that he would definitely die this time, and even regarded the monks of Dao Tingsi as lackeys. This time he fell into the hands of Dao Tingsi, so he was too lazy to say anything.


    He is a person who is about to die, and at this moment, he can only wait to die.


    Zhang Lan asked several times, used several punishments, and finally shook her head helplessly.


    Then he found that Mo Hua was winking at him.


    Zhang Lan thought for a while and nodded.


    Mo Hua walked forward slowly and asked with a smile: "Big bald man, do you know the water prison technique?"


    A crisp sound could be heard in the bald man''s ears, and he looked up and saw a young monk with red lips and white teeth looking at him with a smile.


    How could there be children in Daotingsi’s punishment room?


    And this figure and breath look familiar, as if it was the little hunter who saved Ji Qingbai that day.


    The bald man was puzzled and asked, "What water prison technique?"


    Mo Hua smiled slightly, raised his little hand, and the spiritual chain condensed, locking on the bald Tuo''s body.


    This spell...


    The bald man''s heart trembled violently, and his eyes suddenly widened.


    “It’s you!”


    (This chapter ends)