Yang Xiahou, who shook his head, saw that the person who approached was wearing the clothes of the Blue Mountain Divine General's Mansion, and his face was a little ugly, and he was about to speak, but the housekeeper headed by him preemptively spoke: "Master Hou, our lord asked us to send back the things that Yangxiahou rewarded or gifted to your Hou Mansion in the past, and from then on, there will be no more relations." ”

"Our general's mansion is too, you returned the things to the Hou Ye, and from then on, you will break off the righteousness, and there will be no more to do with it."

"We are ...... Dufu"

Yang Xiahou and his son basically didn't listen to what these people said, looking at more and more gifts full of joy, a group of people put down their things and left, and waited until the new Yangxiahou Mansion fell into silence again, the father and son looked at each other, excited beyond words, and said to the family members who heard the sound: "Hurry up, hurry up, quickly carry these things in and take a good look, get rich." ”

Looking at this flying property, the entire Yangxiahou Mansion couldn't sleep at night, and from time to time someone ran to the ancestral hall behind to kneel and thank the ancestors for their blessings, and Yangxiahou was even more excited to invite someone to come over overnight to appraise the value.

After learning that various shops could trade with Yangxiahou Mansion normally, Yangxiahou immediately sold a few items for a little money, counting the money given by Yun Tombsheng, Yangxiahou felt that he could do it again.

Tonight's Yangxiahou Mansion is another sleepless night, everyone is carnival, only the ancestral hall in the backyard and the tomb in the north of the city please stand coldly in the moonlight.

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Thirty miles east of Lotus Village in the south of the city, Huineng found a cave with a crescent shovel in his hand, the dark and secluded entrance of the cave was a little indescribably gloomy under the moonlight, but the monk with a face like Zhong Kui still dragged the crescent shovel in one hand, and walked in without hesitation with a machete in the other.

Today he searched around and did not find any relevant clues, but when it was getting late, he saw a bat flying overhead, bats are very common, but bats with a smell of blood on their bodies are rare, and after saying a word to the villagers on the side, Huineng rushed over in the direction of the bat, and chased all the way to this vicinity, and the bat suddenly disappeared.

After searching around, he found the entrance to the cave, and faintly smelled the smell of blood, so he pulled out his knife and walked into it slowly, the cave did not look like a natural cave, it seemed to have been dug by people.

Huineng walked about a hundred steps, everything changed in front of him, what appeared in front of him was a large space, very dim, a rough look, Huineng thought that this was a tomb, but it was empty, there was a small walkway leading to the other direction, there were some murals around the tomb, but it was a long time, and it was a little mottled.

The big monk walked along the small road that he didn't know where it went for a while, and came across a door, stretched out his hand and pushed it, the stone door did not move, it was night, and there was almost no light here, and everything could not be seen clearly, Huineng reached out and groped around, but could not find any mechanism.

Trying to reach out and push again, Huineng knew that he was not capable of opening this door, so he could only search outside, and he couldn't find where the bat went, so he could only return to the ground, planning to make some preparations tomorrow and come back.

Walking around in the forest, Huineng suddenly heard footsteps, and he was suddenly a lot more vigilant, there should be no one in such a mountain, the footsteps suddenly paused, obviously they sensed, Huineng knew that this person was not an ordinary person.

The two tacitly walked in their original direction, and when Huineng turned around, he saw a man dressed as a scribe, as gentle as a master of a academy, he couldn't figure out why such a person appeared in this mountain, and after thinking about it for a while, he didn't ask, if it was a legitimate matter, it would be in vain, and if there was a question, the person would not say.

The two of them diverged, each going their own way, on the way back, Huineng frowned, not afraid that the wicked look like a wicked person, but afraid that the wicked man was full of benevolence, righteousness and morality, although this literati-like man in white did not show anything unreasonable, but Huineng's intuition told him that there was something wrong with the scribe.

The scribe watched the great monk walk away, his face gradually became ugly, he didn't know how this great monk found it, but this monk was definitely not here to play in the mountains and rivers, the crescent shovel in the hand of the great monk who was getting farther and farther away under the moonlight reflected the moonlight, sharp and sharp.

As if expecting Huineng to come to check again, the scribe calmly walked down the mountain, and after a meal of wine in the town, Huineng really went back, he shoveled the crescent moon in the grass and hid it, and then carefully detoured back with a machete.

When he entered the cave, Hui Neng's hand holding the knife turned white, the strength of this scribe is not weak, but he doesn't know the means, and it must not be a good stubble, the most difficult thing in this world to deal with is the scholar who has achieved cultivation, you never know what strange things they will have.

Slowing down his footsteps and holding his breath, Hui Neng, who likes to be called Kui Ye, moves slowly in this tomb, as light as a hunting cat, with a dexterity and gentleness that does not belong to his size.

After walking around, Huineng confirmed that there was no one in the dark tomb, so he quietly walked to the walkway, and quietly arrived in front of the stone door, Huineng reached out and groped a little on the stone door, touched a small stone and exited the passage.

Although his face was rough, but his mind was very delicate, and when he had just left, he had caught a small pebble between the cracks in the stone door, and if he had opened the door, this small pebble would have fallen to the ground.

Huineng had an instinctive premonition that this was the place where the scribe who appeared in the mountains in the middle of the night returned, so he restrained his breath, found a corner and waited quietly, and when the people were quiet, the surrounding sounds gradually became clear, he heard the chirping of insects outside, and also heard the sound of the wind blowing through the hole.

It's just that he can't wait for people, staying in this small space, he can't feel the speed of time passing, and he doesn't know how long he has been waiting, it is dark all around, and when he puts his ear against the wall, he seems to hear the baby's cry, but it seems to be a hallucination, and he can't see it when he listens to it again.

After I don't know how long it was, Huineng was suddenly startled, he heard footsteps, and hurriedly closed all the meridians in his body, even the flow of blood was fixed, for fear of making a sound.

When the scribe entered the cave, he took a general look by the moonlight, and a few weeds were broken, and he calculated that the monk would come back after a false shot, so he went straight down the mountain, and waited until the tavern owner really didn't have the energy to stay up late and had to close.

He calculated that people would come back, but he didn't count that the monk who came back was patient, some people looked very irritable, but they were patient and scary, Huineng is this kind of person, looking at Ma Daha, looking irritable, but he can also be as thin as a hair, and he can also calm down and meditate.

Feeling the footsteps getting closer and closer, Huineng lowered his head and didn't look, for fear that his sight would be captured, and he didn't dare to use his consciousness to find out where people were, and it was very easy for a master of this level to notice that others were looking at him.

The scribe walked through the tomb and walked into the small corridor, and Huineng was thinking about whether he should follow immediately After rushing into the door before closing the door, a white-clothed figure quickly came out of the corridor, as if he wanted to escape, Huineng didn't care about anything else, and immediately drew his sword and stepped forward to stop it.

Huineng went down the mountain with a sword, the momentum was surging, and the unprepared scribes who were killed were defeated and retreated, and when the scribe opened the door, he suddenly remembered that the shopkeeper of the tavern seemed to be waiting for someone, and the wine was still warm on the small stove, and he was still thinking about who would go to drink in the middle of the night, and then he thought about it, is there a big monk on this mountain? Unless he didn't come down.

The scribe picked up a stone to block the big monk's chopping, the two of them went back and forth in this lightless tomb, the scribe was worried that the big monk still had backup, and was in a hurry to get out, and was cut on the back shoulder by Huineng with a knife, taking advantage of this opportunity, the scribe escaped from the tomb, and Huineng chased and cut with a knife.

It's just that when Huineng ran out of the passage and saw the moonlight again, the white-clothed scribe had already disappeared, and the great monk looked around, not knowing where to chase, and after a little thought, he guarded in front of this cave, thinking that he had told the villagers, and when he saw that he did not go back, he would report the news to Qi'an Temple, and it was estimated that it would not be long before someone came to Qi'an Temple, and when the time came, he must see what was behind the stone gate, why this scribe was in such a hurry to run.

Huineng, who was meditating, suddenly heard a movement, the sound of breaking the sky was too fast, and in an emergency, he jumped up sharply to avoid the wooden barrel that had been smashed over, and just when Huineng wondered why he had thrown the barrel over, the scribe appeared again, holding a spear in his hand and attacking.

Huineng didn't care about anything else, raised his knife to fight, the two of you came and went back and forth for a few rounds, the scribe suddenly broke the barrel with a shot, threw a fire fold past, the fire suddenly burned, Huineng could only hold the knife and retreat, the scribe turned around and disappeared, just when Huineng was thinking about what, a few wooden barrels were thrown around, and they were all oil after exploding.

Watching the fire gradually seal the entrance of the cave, the great monk could only retreat far away with the knife, and at this moment, a figure jumped from the tree to the entrance of the cave with unmistakable accuracy, and Hui Neng could see at a glance that this person was the scribe just now, but he was wearing a dress that looked funny.

The clothes were big, still dripping with water, and the scribe was carrying a bucket of oil in his hand, Hui Neng couldn't think of where the scribe got the oil and this strange clothes, but he didn't have time to think about it, he probably guessed that this clothes could protect him from being burned by the fire to a certain extent, and he must have destroyed the things behind the stone gate when he went in.

Huineng looked around, there was no water source around, only saw a small tree and a half size, the big monk rushed over and raised his knife three times and two times to cut off the small tree, dragging the green and lush small tree and waved it violently, extinguishing the fire a little, the big monk stepped on the small tree with the knife and plunged into the hole.

The temperature in the cave is good, but the breathing is very uncomfortable, the scribe who is opening the door did not expect this monk to be so afraid of death, the key fell to the ground in a hurry, and it took a while to open the door after picking it up, watching the great monk come with a knife, the scribe pushed open the door and was not in a hurry to close the door.

With a fist, the scribe in his strange clothes poured the oil on a bookshelf and a long table, took out another fire fold and lit it, and then picked up a butcher's knife to greet Hui Neng, who looked at him like King Kong.

As soon as he entered the room, Huineng's eyes widened and he roared, I don't know what books were placed on a large bookshelf, and there were all kinds of strange bottles and cans on the table next to him, both of which were on fire, but what made Huineng angry was indeed a child's corpse on the ground on the other side.

Looking at the big kitchen knife used by the butcher when selling meat in the hands of the scribe in strange white clothes, Hui Neng roared angrily, "Bastard, I'll send you to hell." ”

"Ah......h

Holding a knife in both hands, Huineng slashed like an angry lion, the scribe was wearing a fireproof suit at this time, his hands and feet were inconvenient, and there was hardly much resistance under Huineng's hands, looking at the air that was gradually hot and difficult to breathe, the scribe looked for a chance to escape with a small injury just like before.