"I'll ask the bald man when I go back." Zhang Lan said.
"Um."
Mo Hua nodded. This matter was strange and we had to ask clearly.
In the remaining time, Zhang Lan asked his subordinates to count the stolen goods and register them one by one. After tomorrow, the Daoting Office will send someone to transport these things back to Tongxian City.
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, Mohua suddenly said "Huh".
Zhang Lan turned around and asked hurriedly: "What's wrong?"
The ink painting 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 latitude."
It was blocked by debris before, so no one noticed 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 lit up on it, and then he punched the stone wall in the corner with a "boom".
The stone walls creaked and cracks appeared.
Mo Shan made five or six circles like this and broke all the stones.
After the stone wall was broken, there was a small dark grid of square inch, and a wooden box was hidden inside.
Zhang Lan took out the wooden box, glanced at it with his spiritual sense, and found that there was no danger, so he opened it.
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, while the Qifeng Technique is a wind-based exercise, which are all the methods of practicing Taoism learned by Bald Taku.
It seems that this secret structure is used by Bald Taku to hide things.
As for that picture, it looks like a picture.
The lines above briefly draw the mountains, cliffs, sloppy handwriting, and no written notes. For a moment, I couldn't tell what kind of map it was.
Zhang Lan said: "This exercise and body technique are good things, but the wind spirit roots are scarce, so few people can learn it. You will copy one later, you can sell it or exchange it for other Taoist practice methods. 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 didn't use much map either.
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 Tuo caught it, the old nest of Jiu Xiu was taken down, and Lu Hui died, so there was nothing else to do for the time being, so the three of them looked at the map carefully.
After half an hour, 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, feeling that it was very likely.
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.
"You can ask Bald Tuo when you go back, 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.
The ink painting also copied the map.
After that, the three of them stayed overnight in Daheishan. They got up early the next day and returned to Tongxian City with the mountain dew and Chaoyang.
Mo Hua took a brief rest and then arrived at Daotingsi again, found Zhang Lan, and asked:
"Do you want to examine the bald head? Take me one."
Zhang Lan was a little embarrassed, "Daoting Department interrogated, cannot be allowed to outsiders to listen to..."
"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 refused.
"Then forget it, I'll go and ask the Chief Secretary."
Mo Hua said, then walked out, and Zhang Lan quickly grabbed him, "What are you looking for the Zhangsi?"
"You can't make the decision, so you will naturally have to take charge of the commander."
"Zhensi won't 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 seem to refuse.
People were originally helped to catch Mo Hua, but now I have interrogated and I want to listen to Mo Hua, but it seems that there is no problem.
Moreover, Mohua has a wide range of popularity and many sources of information. Some things may be more clear than what he, Diansi, knows.
If he asks him to help with the review, maybe he can really ask what he wants.
Lao Zhangsi was already appreciating ink paintings, not to mention that ink paintings were also a first-class formation master. He would give him any face.
Zhang Lan's expression was a little complicated and sighed, "When interrogation, there will be some blood..."
Halfway through speaking, Zhang Lan suddenly realized that Mo Hua was still a demon hunter and was used to seeing monks fighting monsters. He probably saw a lot of bloody 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 the Daozhu is located in a dark corner to the west.
Mo 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 a soldering iron.
Bloody, gloomy and depressing.
No wonder Zhang Lan doesn't want him to come 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 to sit on the side. After a while, he heard the sound of shackles and looked up and several stewards walked in with the bald headed by the iron chains.
Bald Tuo was covered in scars and had a embarrassed body. It seemed that he had suffered a lot in the 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.
It looks like a dead pig is not afraid of boiling water.
The bald Tuo knew that he would 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 was a person who was about to die, and at this moment, he could only wait to die.
Zhang Lan asked several times, used several punishments, and finally shook his 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?"
The bald man heard a crisp sound in his 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?
Moreover, this figure and breath look familiar, as if it was the little hunting demon master who saved Ji Qingbai that day.
The bald man asked in confusion and said, "What water prison technique?"
Mo Hua smiled slightly, raised his little hand, and the spiritual chain condensed and locked on the bald man.
This spell...
The bald man's heart trembled violently, and his eyes suddenly widened.
"It's you!"
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Chapter completed!