Jiang Huo lifted the curtain and walked into the tent, and Xuan Han, who was sitting on a folding chair reading a book, asked her with a smile, "Are you back?" I heard that you have made a lot of discoveries in the well. ”

Xuanhan followed Jiang Huo's words and returned to the camp to inform the old professors of the discovery of the well, and then did not go down the well again. Therefore, Xuan Han only knew that five stone tablets had been discovered one after another, and he didn't know anything about the rest.

"It's just five stone tablets, and it's not a major discovery." Jiang Huo smiled at Xuan Han, picked up the kettle on the table, unscrewed the lid, and took a sip, with a tired look on his face.

Xuan Han closed the book in his hand, threw it on the table, and said, "Is that so?" How long will it take to find the entrance to the tomb? ”

Hearing Xuanhan's inquiry, Jiang Huo glanced at the other party deeply and said: "On the stone tablet that we found, there is a clear record, continue to move forward about thirty meters, you can find the main entrance of the mausoleum, if there is no accident, you will be able to find it tomorrow." ”

"Thirty meters or so? At that time, the unit of measurement of length should not be meters, right? Xuanhan picked up the pen on the table and wrote on an A4 piece of paper: "My history teacher didn't teach physical education, I clearly remember that the length measurement units at that time should be li, zhang, ruler, inch, minute, centimeter, milli, right?" Thirty meters or so, is it your translation conclusion, or is it the text carved on the stone tablet? ”

Jiang Huo was directly confused by Xuan Han's words, she recalled the picture of the discussion just now, and Professor Liang seemed to clearly state that this was the conclusion after the translation. So, Jiang Huo said: "It should be the result of Professor Liang's translation." ”

"That's good, if the stone tablet is clearly carved with thirty meters, I don't think you need to stay here and study it at all." Xuanhan threw the pen in his hand on the table very casually, then stood up, unzipped the buttons on his coat, and prepared to sleep in the sleeping bag.

Jiang Huo had an embarrassed smile on her face, and after the other party got into the sleeping bag, she began to undress and turn off the lights to sleep.

Lying on the simple bed, Jiang Huo was uneasy in his heart.

Inside the camp, most of the people, except for those who patrol the camp, have begun to sleep. There was only one tent that was very strange, dimly lit, still shining, and in the darkness of the night, it was unusually clear.

Suddenly, the door of the tent was lit up, and a woman dressed in white entered.

This is the tent where the old monk Qingshui rests, and the old monk who was sitting there cross-legged saw the figure that came in, and immediately exclaimed: "Amitabha, the female benefactor visited late at night, what are you doing?" ”

The woman who came in was the same person who invited the old monk Qingshui to come with him last time when he went to Wanshou Cihua Temple.

"Master, come late at night, please bear with me." The woman folded her hands and said to the old monk Qingshui.

The old monk did not speak, but opened his eyes and looked at each other.

The cloudy eyes seem to contain supreme divine power and can see through people's hearts.

"I came to visit late at night, I wanted to ask the master to help......" The woman looked around vigilantly, and her words were not fully revealed.

The old monk Qingshui didn't know what the other party was thinking, so he immediately shook his head and said, "There is no one around, it's okay." ”

After hearing the affirmative words of the old monk Qing Shui, the woman continued: "As far as I know, the archaeological team found five stone tablets in the tunnel today, which recorded the life deeds of the emperor, and one of the stone tablets recorded the entrance to the tomb not far ahead. ”

Even though the old monk Qingshui is a monk, at this moment, his heart is also full of turbulence.

This woman can't be crazy, right? They tricked me from afar from the magic capital just to let me enter the mausoleum?

The face of the old monk Qing Shui showed a look of surprise for the first time. I only heard him say: "Female donor, this matter is very dangerous, if there is no special reason, I can't agree to it." ”

The reason why the old monk Qingshui agreed to the woman to come here was because of the golden Buddha statue that was given to Xiao Li back then, and because of the ghost aura that remained on the woman's body.

However, in the past few days, the old monk Qingshui has not found anything abnormal, and originally thought that the woman was eroded by powerful ghosts, but so far, the imaginary powerful ghosts have not appeared. Not only that, but the ghost aura on the woman's body has not decreased by half a point.

If it weren't for the fact that the ghost aura on the woman's body was not strong, the old monk Qingshui would have suspected that the other party was an evil cultivator!

The woman in white saw that the old monk Qing Shui had a firm expression, and her face showed a hesitant expression, and her brows were tightly locked, as if she was thinking about something.

After a while, she clenched her silver teeth, as if she had made a decision, pressing the collar with her left hand and the zipper with her right hand.

With a "bang", the jacket of the white tracksuit was pulled apart by it.

The old monk Qing Shui's eyes were slightly lowered, his face was expressionless, and he recited in a low voice: "There is no self, no one, no sentient beings, no longevity, red and pink skeletons, white bones, flesh and bones, all laws and emptiness, all vain." ”

However, just as the old monk Qingshui wanted to invite the other party out, the woman in white turned around, pointed her back at him, and sobbed quietly: "Master, after looking at this tattoo behind me, you should understand." ”

Hearing the other party's words, the old monk Qing Shui raised his eyes slightly, and the next moment, his brows suddenly tightened.

"The girl's surname is Liu?" The pupils of the old monk Qing Shui flashed with an inexplicable essence.

"Yes." The woman in white replied in a low voice.

The old monk Qing Shui nodded, and when he saw the tattoos on the woman in white, he sighed and said, "Since Master Liu knows the objects hidden inside, why did he come to embarrass me as a monk?" ”

"This mausoleum was designed and arranged by the ancestors of my Liu family, which can be hidden for thousands of years, and the objects inside belong to my Liu family, but it is a pity that my ancestor Wencheng left a will before his death, and I am not allowed to learn this Qimen Dunjia and divination. Now that the mausoleum has been discovered, I have no choice but to turn to external forces. The woman in white looked sad and said: "In the mausoleum, there is the divination technique of the ancestor of my Liu family Wencheng, if the master is willing to make a move, I can tell him where it is." ”

When the old monk Qing Shui heard this, he played with the palm of the Buddha beads and suddenly clenched it.

Seeing the gaffe of the old monk Qingshui, the woman in white took advantage of the victory to pursue and said, "If the master is willing to help the Liu family get back the heirloom, the art of Qimen Dunjia will also be offered with both hands." ”

The old monk Qing Shui swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and his eyes gradually cleared.

Golden light, flashing.

"The old man can help you get the treasure of the family heirloom, and the old man doesn't need the divination technique, Qimen Dunjia, ......"