And Lady Na, does she know this place, if she knows, she shouldn't use a homophonic place name to inform them, that is to say, Lady Na They should also not know the specific things about this An Tan Xue clan, and they can be the first to exclude the people of Lady Na's line.

Therefore, there is another mysterious person here, this qiē seems to be directed by him, he asked Zhang Meng and them to go to find the monk, and he wanted Zhang Meng and them to get this clue.

That's why the old lamas used such a way, hoping that they didn't grasp the Zen machine in it, so they didn't go.

The expression on Zhang Meng's face remained unchanged, but a rising thought suddenly exploded in his heart.

He remembered the roll of parchment in the Ye family's underground palace, the last picture.

Is this mysterious person the one behind the parchment, he wants Zhang Meng and them to get the information, so that they can continue to track down.

Zhang Meng suddenly had an impulse to turn around and go home immediately to smash the conspiracy of the person behind him.

But he had no way to do it, this matter was already related to not only Ah Chen, but even the third uncle, and more likely the safety of all the people he came into contact with.

This is a naked conspiracy, even if Zhang Meng deduces something based on these clues, there is still no way to stop the track of this matter.

It's like the fate that those soothsayers say, everyone's fate is predestined, even if you know something in advance, but its trajectory is still the same, it has not changed.

And it is this behind-the-scenes promoter that scares Zhang Meng the most.

This person seems to have appeared in his father's generation, going back to earlier times, it can even be said that it is the ancestor of the Ye family, and each generation of them has to struggle to destroy the clues of this line, but they can often get something new, so there is that roll of parchment.

And these clues, Zhang Meng suddenly has a strong suspicion now, is this qiē related to that person again......

"Ah Meng? Ah Meng? ”

Zhao San screamed twice in a row, and when he saw that Zhang Meng was still staring out of the window, he grabbed Zhang Meng's ear.

"It hurts, it hurts, what are you doing, third uncle?"

Zhang Meng bared his teeth for a while.

"You cute boy, I asked you what you were doing, you were stunned for a few hours." Zhao San said angrily.

"I'm thinking about something."

Zhang Meng smiled, but he didn't say what he was thinking just now.

At this time, it would only add to the troubles, Zhang Shaotu glanced at him thoughtfully, and did not speak.

This time their journey was much faster, they had already been here once, and the old man was very familiar with the roads in this area.

They circled around the Devil's City for a few directions, and then walked for about ten minutes, and then they saw Shashifu.

Desolation is the only feeling that this village gives Zhang Meng.

Inside, at four or five o'clock in the afternoon, there was not a single child playing in the village, and from the eyes of the women passing by, it seemed that they saw a kind of indifference that was completely opposite to their age, as if they had become numb to this life and had become a walking corpse.

"Follow me, and don't go into the village without my orders."

The old man instructed the three of them carefully.

"Otherwise, let's wait here for a while, and wait until you finish talking about our past, or what if your fellow villagers don't agree with what you said, they will arrest us directly?"

Zhang Meng thought for a while and said.

"Don't worry, I still have some face, but it's not unreasonable for you to worry about this, I'll go over first." The old man thought for a moment and said.

At this time, it seemed that someone in the village had discovered Zhang Meng and them, and there was some commotion in the village, and soon, more than a dozen young men ran to the door.

They also had some axes and other farming tools in their hands, and they were so imposing.

The old man hurried over, and they quarreled violently in a dialect that they had never heard before.

But it is true that as the old man said, his status here does not seem to be low, and the voice of the young man led by him slowly lowered.

"Tuye, you can come here."

The old man beckoned and shouted loudly in the distance.

Zhang Meng and the others hurried over, but they saw a faint murderous intent on the faces of the more than ten men.

He was taken aback, although some of them were about the same size as them, and they were not fat.

But the muscles on the body are like steel piece by piece, and if they fight against each other at such a close distance, I'm afraid they won't have much chance of winning.

"Don't be nervous, let's go into the village, but don't do it yourself, or you deserve to kill the villagers."

The old man pushed away the villagers who were eyeing them, and then walked in with Zhang Meng and them.

Although it was five or six o'clock at this time, under this cool winter weather, it was already completely dark, and there was a dead silence around.

In the whole village, there are no small sounds made by some small animals.

It was completely like a dead scene, and Zhang Meng faintly felt that there seemed to be a calm atmosphere in this village, anyway, he felt that the magnetic field here was a little weird, which was completely different from what they felt outside just now.

"Why the do you think it's weird here?"

Zhao San shuddered, and he whispered.

"Little old man, are you going to take us into the mountains?"

Zhang Meng saw the old man leading them into the woods in front, and suddenly couldn't help but say.

"The Panchen Lama lives on the top of the mountain."

The old man didn't say much, he found a junction in front of him and got in.

I don't know if this is done on purpose, or for other reasons, there is no light in it at all, even when the old man led the way in front, he didn't take a lantern or anything, just went up the mountain in the dark, and he was not afraid of the poisonous insects and wild things in the mountain attacking them.

Zhang Meng couldn't hold back the curiosity in his heart, he hesitated for a moment and asked, "Little old man asks you, why don't you light a torch or something?" The surrounding area is dim and a little crazy, in case you encounter some attacking beasts, isn't it dangerous? ”

"Don't worry, there's no hurting beast here, and it's dangerous at night if you fire a torch."

The old man said softly in front of him, he seemed reluctant to say more on the subject, and quickly put away the topic.

Zhang Meng thought about it and still didn't understand what the old man meant, why was it more dangerous to open fire?

In fact, in this dim environment, if you light a torch, you can dispel the surrounding beasts and poisonous insects or something, could it be that there are some tools here that will attack the fire, similar to moths and other insects?

Zhang Meng shook his head, and he hurriedly followed Zhao San in front of him.

It is not wise to walk the mountain road at night, the distance they walk is not long, but the time it takes is extremely long.

It usually takes less than an hour to reach the top of the mountain, and they have to walk for nearly two hours before they reach the mountainside.

And in some places, where the shade of the trees was thicker, all the moonlight was not blocked at all, and several of them were all moving forward on the ground, listening to the old man giving orders in front.

Zhang Meng almost stepped on the air, so frightened that his speed was extremely slow in an instant, and he didn't dare to speed up a bit.

"Third uncle, slow down, where are you, I can't see it?"

Zhang Meng fell into total darkness, and the thick shade of the surrounding trees made it impossible for him to see at all, and the feeling of being completely in darkness was indeed terrifying enough.

"Here, why are you so slow, little rabbit, come here."

Fortunately, Zhao San's voice came from the front at the right time, which made Zhang Meng feel a little relieved.

Finally they reached the top of the mountain, and they could finally see something.

Wait a minute!

Zhang Shaotu, who was walking in the second, suddenly shouted.

Zhang Meng and Zhao San instantly became nervous, and Zhao San pulled out a knife and looked around vigilantly.

"Looks like someone is crying?"

At this time, the three of them quieted down, and Zhang Meng heard a hoarse cry, but judging from the recognition of the voice, it seemed to be a woman's voice, but it was a hoarse cry.

Sand, sand, sand!

Zhang Meng suddenly stood up with the hairs on his back, and he heard a slight sound of footsteps behind him.

The cry was much clearer now, not far in front of them.

"Second uncle, should we go and see?"

Zhang Meng was a little hairy, and he hurriedly asked Zhang Shaotu.

"Don't go, come up!"

At this time, the old man saw that Zhang Meng and they did not follow, and he shouted loudly not far away.

And the cry seemed to hear the movement, and disappeared all at once.

"Listen to the old man, this village is estimated to be very familiar to him, since he told us not to see it, we must respect his opinion."

Zhang Shaotu shook his head, although he was also curious, but this was obviously not the time to be curious.

And at the top of the mountain, there was no such thing as Zhang Meng expected, there was a large temple, or a stone house.

The old monk's place was only a dilapidated wooden hut built in a leeward place, with some rain-proof canvas pasted on it, and in front of the house, a serene-looking man sat on a futon with his eyes closed.

Not far away, the lama they had seen in the morning was boiling water, and they didn't seem to be at all surprised by their arrival.

He just arched his body slightly towards Zhang Meng and the others, and then continued to fiddle with the pile of firewood-