I sat down in an inconspicuous place, and looked into the middle of the room, and saw that the chamber was very large, more than twice as large as all the tombs I had seen before. Although this place is vast, only a few people gather together, but it seems a little cramped. The big rooster stood in the middle of the field in a red robe and said a few words, but no one seemed to respond.

I didn't pay attention to him. Looking carefully, I saw that the group of people in the Daomen was located on the easternmost side of this tomb, and Zhang Shanzheng's old cow sat on the ground with his nose like gold paper, his eyes were closed, and his lips were faintly covered with a layer of black gas, obviously suffering a heavy injury. A few Heavenly Master Dao disciples gathered around him, their expressions frightened.

Liu Zining and the other Qingwei sect disciples were on their right side, and the senior Qiu Yin was lying on the ground, not knowing whether she was alive or dead, and Chen Lin and Lu Xia were taking care of her. I saw that in the array of the Qingwei faction, there were only three young female disciples left, Liu Zining, Chen Lin and Lu Xia, Liu Zining and Chen Lin were covered in blood, which shows the tragedy of this fight.

But seeing that these three people are okay makes me breathe a sigh of relief. Looking at the past again, I was slightly surprised that I actually saw someone from the Maoshan faction.

The person surnamed Liang of the Maoshan faction also arrived here at some point, and at this time he sat on the ground, his face was black, and his left arm was stained with blood, hanging to the side. There was a person lying next to him, he didn't know whether he was alive or dead, and it looked like it was his paralyzed apprentice Chen Qing. Beside the two of them was the big-nosed Wu Kai, this kid's face was pale, crying and mourning, and he was bandaging his master's wounds.

In addition to this group of people, there were several panicked young people hugging a middle-aged man with blood on his forehead. Judging from the clothes of these young people, it should be from the Yellow Gate, and this middle-aged man is probably the second uncle of Miss Huang, the second master of the Yellow Gate. In front of them, most of the people who were lying on the ground were extremely yellow and Wen two families, and they didn't know whether they were alive or dead.

The group of people on the opposite side of the gate was a large number of people, with distinct clothes and armor. Judging from the costumes and standing formations alone, three forces can be distinguished.

The largest number of people in the middle is the one who descended to the sect, and the two groups of people on their left and right are thought to be the incense burning society and the Wuji Gate.

On the other side of these two sides, there was a group of people standing quietly, dressed in white and black, with distinct distinctions, all with solemn expressions, without making a sound. In the midst of the group sat an old man in black with gray hair, half-drooping eyelids, who seemed to be asleep. After just one glance at this person, my heart jumped, and it turned out that this was also an old acquaintance. It was the old man he met on Cinnabar Island that day.

The thin monkey whispered to the side, "Those people are the ones who buried them." ”

I said "um", and when I looked closely, I saw that in a corner between the door and the burial gate, there was a platform several feet square, locked by a kind of black stone, and the base was carved with a wild monster, and the ancient pattern was winding and coiling. On top of the platform, two men lay and another sat beside them. All three were ragged, and the man sitting among them, with long hair draped in a haphazard manner, hung his head and clutching a wooden box tightly in his arms.

My heart was pounding, and after a few more careful looks, my heart suddenly rose to my throat and recognized that it was the three of Ma. Ma Boss and Hei Mao were lying on the ground, and their sizes were easy to recognize. As for the woman sitting next to them holding the box, it was a swallow without asking.

I grabbed the skinny monkey and said, "What's going on?" He pointed to the swallows.

The thin monkey was startled and said, "Master, what ...... Those people are just a few tomb robbers, caught by us, originally wanted to let them break the tomb, who knows......"

"How are they?" Since this thin monkey said that it was a tomb robber, it was a swallow and they were undoubtedly there.

The thin monkey shuddered for a moment and said, "That's ...... The two men passed out from their injuries and did not ...... Not dead. The woman should be fine. ”

I breathed a sigh of relief and let him go. Luo Yun suddenly interjected: "What? They're your friends too? ”

I took a deep look at the swallows and said to the skinny monkey, "What's the matter with them?" ”

The thin monkey swallowed his saliva and said, "The one surnamed Hong caught these ...... No, no, no, it's these friends of the master, I originally wanted them to break the tomb, but I didn't expect this to be an empty tomb. Later, the surnamed Hong was unwilling and forced his friends to go treasure hunting. It was also the shit luck of the surnamed Hong, who actually let him find a treasure, which was on this town. As he spoke, he pointed to where the swallows were.

Luo Yun sighed "Huh" and interjected, "What baby?" He frowned, probably quite unconvinced.

The thin monkey said, "That's it...... It's the wooden box that my friend's hand holds. The box is written with the words 'Heavenly Book Blessing', and according to them, what should be hidden in it is the authentic copy of "Lao Tzu Hua Hu Jing". I can't figure it out, it's just a broken book, and what kind of treasure it is. ”

Luo Yun knocked heavily on his head and scolded, "If you don't learn anything!" Is it really "Lao Tzu Hua Hu Jing"? ”

The thin monkey endured the pain: "I heard them say yes, but no one has ever seen it." ”

I was amazed to hear it. The "Lao Tzu Hua Hu Jing" that is circulating in the world today is said to be a forgery of later generations. If this is really the true copy of "Lao Tzu Hua Hu Jing", it can be described as a treasure of Taoism.

Luo Yun said: "It's just a wooden box, they think it's the "Huahu Sutra" in it?" Maybe it's just an empty box, and a group of people is too child's play! ”

The thin monkey scratched his head and said, "I don't know. However, the box was indeed found in a very secret place, and it may really be the treasure of the town tomb located in this town. ”

Luo Yun sneered: "I don't think this thing is real. The group surnamed Hong saw that after so many years of hard work and only dug an empty tomb, their eyes were already red. Now not to mention an empty box, even if it is just a piece of broken wood, this person may be able to treat it as a treasure. ”

I didn't want to care if this thing was real or not, the only thing I cared about was the situation of the swallows, and interrupted: "What happened? ”

The thin monkey said: "The wooden box was found by my friends first. One of them, the short, black-faced man, suddenly took out something the size of a fist and told us not to go over, or we would die with the wooden box. After speaking, he added, "Later, we learned that the black master took advantage of our unpreparedness and stole some gunpowder to make that thing, which would explode as soon as we threw it out." ”

I frowned and urged him to continue.

The thin monkey said: "The black master used that wooden box to threaten, and for a while we didn't dare to act rashly. When the stalemate was in place, the people from the gate just happened to come in, and in the chaos, the two masters passed out from their injuries in order to protect the woman, and then ...... And then it became what it is now. ”

I looked at the situation in the tomb, it was really a mess, and I wondered what to do. The swallows were almost at the innermost, extremely far away from the door, and they were located between the Daomen and the Burial Gate, and they really couldn't get close for a while.

I glanced at the tomb again, thinking about how to break the situation, and then I heard Luo Yun leaning into my ear and whispering: "That one is surnamed Hong, and the one on his right is the old thing of Wujimen." ”

I looked in the direction of her finger, and saw that there were three chairs in the group of descendants, and in the middle was a dry old man with gray hair, with a wrinkled face, at least seventy or eighty years old, leaning back in a chair and not speaking. To his right was a tall old man, burly, red-faced, about sixty years old, with a pair of triangular eyes, one hand leaning on the back, constantly tapping.

"That old man is the one surnamed Hong?"

Luo Yun nodded, gritted her teeth and said, "It's that old thing!" ”

I was surprised that this man was such a bad old man. Back to twenty years ago, the second mother-in-law was still a little girl in her twenties, but this old thing was at least fifty or sixty years old at that time. This fuck, old horny scoundrel!

Luo Yun said: "This old thing has descended to the sect with the palm of his hand, and he is powerful in the sect. Back then, my aunt could only marry him for the sake of my Luo family. This old thing, one day I will definitely cramp his tendons and skin him! He took my hand and said, "You must help me." ”