As soon as Zhang Qiming appeared, the tiger forced a fierce man, but he was so frightened that he trembled, he directly prostrated on the ground, crying and explaining: "Master, Master, you listen to my explanation, I, I ......"

He stammered and slurred his speech, but Zhang Qiming didn't listen to him, but suddenly waved his sleeves.

Yes......

The tiger screamed, and then convulsed.

Immediately afterwards, the clothes on his body swelled, and turned into a large cloth bag, which wrapped his whole body, and the tiger inside let out a terrible and terrifying cry, as if something extremely terrible had happened inside, or some inhuman torture.

The tiger shouted loudly: "Master, spare me, there will be no next time; Please, spare me a dog's life...... Ah......h

The little carpenter was nearby, and he smelled a foul smell coming from the cloth pocket, but it was the tiger who was incontinent.

He felt as if there were two people entangled and rolling inside, and he felt very terrified in his heart, but he didn't dare to look at it, so he had to retreat to the side.

Faced with the tiger's begging for mercy and screaming, Zhang Qiming's face was serious and deaf.

He walked slowly to the desk, regardless of the cloth bag under his feet and the little carpenter trembling next to him, he looked up at the huge stone statue of the ancestor for a while, and then he didn't know where to find three sticks of incense.

He lit it with a fire breaker, bowed it, and inserted it into the incense urn, then turned back and said to the little carpenter, "What about the people of Longwu Village?" ”

The momentum of this hunchbacked old man made the little carpenter dare not provoke, so he could only answer truthfully: "It's still outside, I haven't come in......"

After he finished speaking, Zhang Qiming listened, frowned, and did not comment, but raised his head, looked around, and then said: "Look at everything here, do you feel that this place is simply a miracle?" ”

Such a huge stone hall, but also hidden deep in the belly of the mountain, to build, I don't know how much manpower and material resources were spent; Moreover, this is the work of a powerless and powerless side-door like Lubanjiao, not a manifest teaching.

When you think about it, it's really not easy.

The little carpenter nodded and said, "Yes, it is. ”

Zhang Qiming closed his eyes and took a deep breath, but probably smelled the stench of tiger excrement, and slowly spit it out.

He walked away a little, and then said to the little carpenter: "Your master, who has obtained the inheritance, is willing to be ordinary, living a hard life, and does not care about the inheritance of Luban at all; And I, all my life, have been working hard for the revival of Lubanism - you tell me, if Master Zu had a spirit in heaven, who would he approve more? ”

The little carpenter didn't dare to offend this old man who seemed to be a little crazy, and he didn't want to tell a lie, so he only bowed his head and said: "I'm not the ancestor master, where can I figure out his old man's thoughts?" ”

Zhang Qiming stared at him for a while, and then suddenly smiled: "People can't be good-looking, you are not honest." ”

The little carpenter smiled bitterly and said, "What do you mean by that?"

Alas......

Zhang Qiming sighed, and then said to the little carpenter: "To tell the truth, I actually envy your master, obviously I am better than him in everything, but he has won the love of my master and passed on his mantle; And the disciples he accepted are much stronger than my unsuccessful apprentices, thinking about it like this, I really feel a little uncomfortable......"

The little carpenter didn't know what this guy was messing with, but seeing that he was in a bit of a crazy state, he could only search his intestines and scrape his stomach and ponder some words to persuade: "Uncle, that's not what you said......

Before the little carpenter finished saying the comforting words, Zhang Qiming laughed and said, "You don't have to comfort me, I won't be angry with a dead man." ”

Yes?

The little carpenter was stunned for a moment, then came to his senses and said to Zhang Qiming, "What do you mean?" ”

Zhang Qiming didn't answer, but walked to a stone pillar three zhang away on the left, pointed to it, and said, "Look at it, what is that?" ”

The little carpenter raised his head, and after only one glance, he felt that the blood in his whole body rushed towards the Heavenly Spirit Gai.

It was a corpse.

It was a corpse hanging from a stone pillar, with its feet dangling, its hands on its waist, its head hanging, and its tongue falling to its chest.

And the corpse also had a dry tobacco pot stuck in its waist.

It was his master, Lu Da.

He once adopted him like a lonely soul on the side of the road, and for more than ten years, he has been taking him with him to teach the master of the craft.

He is the dearest relative in this world.

Even his God.

And at this moment, the sky ......

collapsed.

The little carpenter's eyes darkened, and then he rushed out of his chest with unprovoked anger, he changed his previous cowardice, and suddenly jumped out, and scolded Zhang Qiming: "Kill my master, I will be your ancestor's ......"

He scolded bitterly as he rushed forward, but he never thought that there was a fierce beast hidden in the thin body of the hunchbacked old man.

As soon as the little carpenter arrived, he was kicked in the chest by the guy, and the little carpenter was furious, even if he had some rules, he couldn't avoid it, and kicked him on the ground.

However, he didn't give up, jumped up directly, and rushed towards Zhang Qiming again, only to kick him to the ground again.

This went back and forth several times, until the little carpenter was exhausted and his whole body was sore.

At this time, Zhang Qiming said slowly: "Although I have been thinking about killing your master this old man all these years, but if you look at him yourself, you will know that he has been dead for a long time, and I just kicked him earlier than you, how do you think I can kill him?" ”

Hearing this, the little carpenter, who had been a little broken, regained his consciousness little by little.

He climbed up with difficulty and walked to the stone pillar where the master was hanging, and Zhang Qiming did not make any movement in the process, nor did he stop it.

The little carpenter stood under the stone pillar, looked up, and saw that the Master's whole body was hanging down, and there was no breath, his hands and feet were blackened, and he was bruised, and his neck was hanging, stretched, strange and slender, his face was black, his mouth and tongue were black, and there was a stench of excrement in the crotch of his trousers, but it seemed to be dried up, and it was not very obvious.

Obviously, it has been some time since his master died, and it was indeed not Zhang Qiming's doing.

So, if it's not Zhang Qiming, then who is it?

The little carpenter felt like the sky was about to fall, his mind was a little empty, and he looked dazed, while Zhang Qiming smiled and said: "Before you and I came in, your master died, and in this huge Luban Temple, there is no one else except our ancestor - that is to say, it is our ancestor who killed him, hahaha......"

He laughed hysterically, then his eyes widened, and he said word by word: "Our ancestor is still not satisfied with him after all." ”

At this moment, the tiger in the cloth bag had no movement, Zhang Qiming also fell into madness, and the little carpenter subconsciously stepped back.

Master Zu is not satisfied with his master?

The little carpenter is not stupid, he naturally knows that Zhang Qiming is secretly changing the concept - Lu Da's death, most likely, is that he wanted to find Lu Banjing, but he was hit by the mechanism, so he ended up like this.

The mechanism in the tomb is already dangerous, and if you enter it, life and death depend on your fate, which is no wonder to others.

But if it is traced back to the source, it still has to be counted on Zhang Qiming's head.

If it weren't for this guy who had a ghost mind and united with the people of Longwu Village to hunt down and kill his master, how could Lu Da enter it?

My own master must have known about the tomb of King Miao for a long time, and the reason why he didn't come for so many years was because it was unnecessary.

He was forced to be helpless and desperate.

"Lu Ban Jing" is extremely important to Zhang Qiming, but for Lu Da, the ordinary life is what he really wants to pursue.

It's a pity that Lu Da, who only wants to be plain, finally died here.

Is this fate?

The little carpenter was full of anger, but he didn't dare to express it, because he could see that this Zhang Qiming was definitely a powerful person, even if he had practiced basic sword skills for more than ten years and had obtained Qu Menghu's true inheritance, he might not be able to deal with this guy.

After Zhang Qiming laughed wildly, he walked to the desk, took a deep breath, and slapped it towards the desk.

Drink......

Suddenly, the desk cracked, and a three-foot-wide gossip plate emerged.

Zhang Qiming stood on the gossip plate, and shouted loudly in his mouth, every word of the words he read was recognized by the little carpenter, but when they were combined, he didn't understand what it meant at all, and he was confused.

However, with the sound of Zhang Qiming's incantation, the little carpenter saw the stone statue of Luban in the middle of the hall, and his left hand was slowly raised, turning into a support, and in the palm of his hand, there was a stone box, which was densely embossed, and it was all some carpenter's tools and objects, which were vivid and lifelike.

Zhang Qiming's breathing became more and more rapid, and his tone was several minutes faster.

Finally, when he read the last word, the palm of his hand fell to him.

Ha, ha, ha......

He grinned, stepped off the gossip platform, reached out, and wanted to take off the stone box, but found that the stone box was stuck with the stone hand and could not move.

In desperation, he had no choice but to open the stone box, but fortunately there was no lock in the box, and it was opened as soon as it was hit, but it was just ......

Zhang Qiming, who was full of ambition, had wide eyes and a look of disbelief.

for the stone box was empty.

Nothing.

What's going on?

He had a kind of anger that was played, and suddenly turned his head, but he felt a demon wind blowing, and his body was cold, and then, Lu Da, who was originally hanging on the stone pillar, fell to the ground with a "bang".

Before the little carpenter and Zhang Qiming could react, Na Lu Da actually stood up straight.

"Master?"

The little carpenter was overjoyed and stepped forward, but before he had taken two steps, Na Luda raised his head, but his face was without facial features, and he looked extremely terrifying.

And he could not hear the little carpenter's cry at all, so he reached over, grabbed the little carpenter, and threw him away.

Bang!

The little carpenter's back slammed into the stone pillar, his eyes blackened, and he almost fainted.