"Wang Biao, the two of them are on it, you go down, if there is an entrance, it should be on the west side of the well wall, you look carefully, look slowly."

Zhou Jialiang said to a sturdy man with a dark complexion, and at the same time put a brick knife into the pocket of the man's clothes.

Zhou Jialiang carefully inspected the reels erected on the well, then untied the ropes on the reels and threw them aside.

Wang Biao removed the rope from the right shoulder of another craftsman, found the end of the rope, and fixed the end of the rope in the center of the wheel.

Zhou Jialiang added another safety with another rope, and after repeated confirmation, he finally slowly lowered a rectangular wooden plank connected by four ropes into the well.

The thickness of the planks is about three centimeters, and the boards are obliquely carved with non-slip grooves.

There is a hole in each of the four corners of the plank, and four ropes are attached to the four holes.

Wang Biao sat on the edge of the well and put his feet on the plank.

A craftsman hung a horse lantern with a relatively thin rope at the junction of the four ropes above Wang Biao's head.

"Master, wait a minute, Ma Jianping, take a lamp, the lamp is much brighter than the horse lamp." Zhao Zimeng said suddenly.

Ma Jianping had to walk quickly into the meditation room.

After a moment's effort, Ma Jianping ran out of the meditation room, holding a lamp for his teammates' own use.

Zhou Jialiang took the lamp from Ma Jianping's hand and tied it to a thin string.

The position of the lighting is exactly on Wang Biao's buttocks, so it is much easier for him to use it.

When Wang Biao stood firmly on the wooden plank, got into the middle of the four ropes, turned on the lights, and grabbed the two ropes with both hands, Zhou Jialiang and another craftsman turned the wheel and slowly lowered the ropes.

"Wang Biao, whether it's down-up-or stop, we listen to you." Zhou Jialiang said.

Wang Biao nodded at Zhou Jialiang: "Master rest assured." ”

Zhao Zimeng lay on the edge of the well and looked under the well.

The diameter of this wellhead is about one meter, and the further down it goes, the larger it becomes.

The wellhead is at least eight or nine meters above the water, and the walls of the well are covered with moss.

The water at the bottom of the well reflects an eerie light under the illumination of the lamps and horse lights.

Zhao Zimeng felt a burst of eerie damp air rushing towards his face.

"Stop!" When Wang Biao's head was about 1.5 meters away from the wellhead, Wang Biao shouted loudly towards the wellhead.

Zhou Jialiang and another craftsman hurriedly stopped the rotation of the wheel.

I saw Wang Biao take out a brick knife from his pocket, scrape off the moss on the well wall, and then use the back of the brick knife to knock here and there on the well wall.

The walls of the well are made of green bricks.

If the back of the knife is knocked on the brick, the back of the brick should be empty. Otherwise, it must be real.

If the back of the knife is knocked on the brick and the brick is loose, the back of the brick should also be empty.

Wang Biao knocked on the wall of the well while aiming the pillar of light of the lamp, if the entrance of the dark passage was on the wall of the well, it would be a little strange.

"Down!" Wang Biao's voice came from the well again, and in addition to the sound floating out of the wellhead, the aftermath still echoed on the wall of the well.

Zhou Jialiang and the craftsman slowly put down the rope.

"Stop!"

The two men stopped spinning their wheels.

Wang Biao scraped the moss off the wall of the well with a brick knife, and then repeated the same action.

Wang Biao went down to about four meters and stopped again.

He struck the wall of the well with the back of his knife, and the sound was not unusual.

Even Zhao Zimeng, who was lying on the edge of the well, could hear it.

Wang Biao raised the brick knife above his head again and knocked it on the wall of the well.

Zhao Zimeng felt that the voice was a bit empty and a little muffled, which was obviously different from the previous voice.

Wang Biao knocked the green bricks on the left and right sides and below a few more times, and the sound was very solid and loud - Wang Biao was making sound comparisons.

"One more point!" Wang Biao said loudly.

The two men began to spin in opposite directions again, but at a slower pace.

"Stop!"

Zhou Jialiang handed the crank to another craftsman, and then lay down opposite Zhao Zimeng.

He seemed to have a premonition from Wang Biao's sudden changes, and he also wanted to listen to the voice coming from under the well.

More than a dozen monks went to the temple to see the excitement, but they were driven away by the abbot of Xiuneng and the supervisor of Jueshui.

Supervisor Jueshui reprimanded the monks a few times, each monk has his own affairs and positions, and the four are empty, how can he mess up his mood because of such a thing.

Wang Biao knocked the wall of the well with the back of his knife more than a dozen times, and then knocked on the wall of the well on the left and right sides and above.

Finally, he said loudly: "Master, you can fix the rope." ”

"Wang Biao, I feel that the sound is wrong when I listen to it above." Zhou Jialiang lay on the wellhead and said loudly.

"Master, the back of these dozen bricks must be empty, and the brick joints are obviously different from other places, as if they have been moved."

"Wang Biao, pry open a brick and take a look."

Wang Biao began to pry a relatively abrupt green brick with a brick knife.

Suddenly, there was a sound from the well.

Zhao Zimeng and Zhou Jialiang watched a green brick fall to the bottom of the well.

The sound is made when the bricks fall into the water.

Wang Biao's hand didn't catch it, and the first green brick that was pried out fell like this.

Immediately afterwards, Wang Biao's voice came from the well: "Master, there is a hole in the back of the green brick, and there is a cool air coming out." "Everyone guesses that this cool air should come from the underground palace.

The air inside the tunnel has been suffocating for more than a thousand years, and today, it has finally caught an exit, so it naturally wants to go outside.

Put the entrance of the underground palace on the wall of the well, and the designer of the underground palace can think of it.

If it weren't for the abbot of Xiuneng fifteen years ago who asked Jiang Zihai to dig a well, I'm afraid that no one would ever know about this secret that has been hidden for thousands of years.

Zhao Zimeng was even more sure in his heart: the rumors of Cold Moon Temple should be true!

"Wang Biao, you push all the green bricks into it, don't let another green brick fall into the well." Zhou Jialiang said loudly.

"Master, I understand."

Wang Biao used a brick knife to pry open a green brick, and then pushed the green brick inward with his hands, and he felt that the back of the green brick was empty.

After pushing through a few bricks, Wang Biao picked up the lamp and aimed the pillar of light at the entrance of the cave.

Good guy, it's black and rumbling inside, it's deep and big, it's not scary!

As the green bricks were pried open piece by piece, the cool air and moisture wafting out of the dark hole became more and more intense.

When Wang Biao pried open more than two dozen green bricks, the light caught something extraordinary at the bottom of the dark hole in the pillar of light—about a meter from the entrance of the hole.

Wang Biao quickly turned off the lights, grabbed the two ropes tightly with both hands, and calmed down.

Zhou Jialiang noticed something unusual: "Wang Biao, what's wrong with you?" ”

"Master—master, there's something in the cave—" Wang Biao spoke incoherently, as if he was frightened.

"What's there?"

"There's a dead body—a dead body."

"Dead bodies?"

"Yes, there's a dead body, I've seen the skull."

Zhao Zimeng listened very sincerely, and he expected that this corpse should be Liu Abao's.

The secret passage should be the first scene of Liu Abao's murder.

Zhao Zimeng's mind quickly constructed the process of the crime: at the time of the crime, Ge Zhenggen was on it, Liu Abao was in the secret passage, and after the murderer killed Liu Abao, he left his body in the secret passage.

Later, he killed Ge Zhenggen and hid his body in the belly of Shakyamuni Buddha.

"Master Zhou, you let Wang Biao come up, and we should do the following things." Zhao Zimeng said.

Zhou Jialiang nodded, then leaned on the wellhead and said loudly: "Wang Biao, you pry open all the green bricks at the entrance of the cave, and put the pry open green bricks on both sides of the dark passage, and the yards are all together, try to free up as much space as possible, can people get in?" ”

"Yes, I'll pry a few more bricks, and the place will be bigger."

Wang Biao pried up the left and right sides of the cave entrance and the green bricks below one by one, and put them on the left and right sides of the dark passage one by one.

After a while, a secret door fifty centimeters wide and seventy centimeters high appeared.

"Wang Biao, how are you cleaning up?"

"Master, it's almost there, there are still a dozen green bricks."

Wang Biao used a lamp to shine into the dark passage, and there was a lot of space one meter away from the wall of the well, and people seemed to be able to walk upright.

He used a brick knife to pry open the green bricks at the entrance of the cave completely, and threw the green bricks one by one into the dark passage one meter away.

The entrance of the cave is too small, and if the green bricks are placed on both sides of the entrance, people will not be able to enter the secret passage.

When Wang Biao was throwing the green bricks, he consciously avoided the corpse lying on the ground.

After the blue bricks on the entrance of the cave were completely pried open, a secret door about 70 centimeters wide and 90 centimeters high was completely presented in front of you.

Wang Biao put the brick knife into his pocket and shook the rope with his hand: "Master, can I go up?" ”

The two craftsmen slowly turned their wheels.

When Wang Biao's head popped out of the wellhead, Zhao Zimeng and Zhou Jialiang pulled Wang Biao out of the well.

Wang Biao's face was pale, his lips were purple, and there were some fine beads of sweat on his forehead, this sturdy guy was indeed frightened.

Abbot Xiuneng and Supervisor Jueshui have already heard the conversation between Zhao Zimeng, Zhou Jialiang and Wang Biao.

The two men stood to the side in a daze.

Zhao Zimeng walked up to the abbot of Xiuneng: "Abbot Xiuneng, there is indeed a secret passage on the wall of the well, and there is a corpse lying in the secret passage. ”

"I have been thinking about it for most of my life, but I didn't even think that the mystery of the untitled poem was in this well."

When Wang Biao was prying the green bricks, Ling Hu Yunfei made a phone call to Xiao Changsong.

Zhao Zimeng looked at his watch, the time was 4:05, Xiao Changsong should be on the way here.

"Master Wang, how big is the space in the dark passage?"

"The entrance to the cave is so small that you can only enter it if you are half-squatting, and one meter away, you should be able to walk upright."

"How wide is the tunnel?"

"It's wide, more than a meter wide!"

"What position is the corpse?"

"The corpse is in the right corner."

"Yunfei, let's get the corpses out of the secret passage first, it is estimated that Xiao Lao and they are also about to arrive."

"We didn't have body bags." Lu Qiandao.

"Baskets will do, too. Master Zhou, do you have a basket? ”

"There is a basket, Wang Biao, you go to the Daxiong Treasure Hall and get a basket."

Wang Biao turned around and walked out of the East Zen Temple.

After a while, Wang Biao walked into the Eastern Zen Monastery with a rattan basket on his right shoulder.

The rattan basket is about 60 centimeters in diameter and about 50 centimeters high.

Zhao Zimeng buttoned up his clothes and rolled up his sleeves.