"Li Jiang Shaoxia! Li Jiang Shaoxia!"

Li Jiang was in a daze and heard someone call himself, it was Baosheng monk, when he supported the ground with his hands, he found that his head was dizzy, and it was a black piece, and then luck, let the internal force flow to the whole body, and the meridians of the whole body were not damaged.

He took a breath and looked at the darkness.

"Li Jiang Shaoxia, are you and the Oriental girl all right?" said Monk Baosheng, "I just walked to the dark passage, and suddenly heard the sound of the iron door closing, what is going on?

"Get out of the way!

The tin rod is worthless, the surface is just a layer of gilt, and those people value not the price, but the meaning.

Qinglong Temple is the largest sect of Buddhism in the three major countries, the loss of the tin rod in the Thousand Buddha Temple will be passed on by the troubled people as the Thousand Buddha Temple is disrespectful to the Qinglong Temple, and the most important thing is that the tin rod is placed in the Thousand Buddha Temple by Master Wu Kang, the abbot of the Qinglong Temple.

Li Jiang remembered that in his previous life, a temple called Baiyun Temple in Lingguo lost three hundred volumes of scriptures donated by Qinglong Temple, which caused the incense of Baiyun Temple to become increasingly cold, and finally the disciples fled and became an abandoned temple.

"Good!"

Li Jiang smelled the smell of the wick, he followed the smell of the wick, and at the same time touched the only pillar in the stone chamber with his hand, according to the memory just now, he touched the approximate location of the oil lamp, and accidentally saw that there were two fluorescent things in the stone chamber.

It looks like a stone!

Li Jiang didn't think much about it, felt out the fire fold, and lit the oil lamp.

Only then did he see that the secret room was surrounded by a stone wall made of boxy stones, with a vaulted roof on top of the stone chamber and an iron door that had been sealed.

Li Jiang walked to the door, knocked on the iron door with his hand, and patted the stone walls around him, listening to the sound was not abnormal, he turned back to the iron door, his hands were secretly lucky, and slammed into the iron door, suddenly he only felt that the blood was surging, and he hurriedly palmed his hand, and spit out a mouthful of blood from the corner of his mouth.

"Brother Li Jiang, your left shoulder and right arm are bleeding!"

"It's fine!"

The thickness of the iron door completely exceeded the thickness that his internal force could penetrate, and the excessive consumption of internal force during the fight with Wen Chao caused the previous wound to crack again, and it was hopeless to penetrate the iron door.

Dongfang Junlan stared at the blood marks on Li Jiang's arms, the blood soaked through the sleeves, and it was spreading rapidly, Dongfang Junlan said distressedly, "I'll bandage it for you!" said and took out the handkerchief.

"Not necessarily!"

Li Jiang's eyes were calm, not anxious, and he looked around carefully, the stone walls were all made of granite blocks one by one, and the gaps were all made of mortise and tenon structures, and the whole body was moved when touched. The iron door was something he had just tried, and it was so thick that it couldn't be opened by manpower.

Then his gaze stopped at the weighing pillar in the middle of the secret room, the moire base of the red pillar was bluestone, there was a small cross groove in the center of the column, and there were fine lines in the groove, and at the intersection of the cross was a round hole of more than half an inch, from which the rope should have been removed.

Li Jiang patted the stone pillar with his hand, there was nothing abnormal, it was almost solid.

Immediately got up and walked to the stele, Li Jiang stroked the words on the stele, and took a closer look, "This stele is full of heart words!"

"Leaning on the monument alone, the remnants of the fire and the wives of the dead. One flower is one world, one leaf is one Bodhi. ”

Li Jiang turned around and looked, Dongfang Junlan read word by word, "Where did you see this poem?"

Dongfang Junlan, "I have a painting at home, and the stone tablet in that painting is the same as this stone tablet, and it also has many hearts, so as soon as I see this tablet, I think of the poem on the painting!"

"What else is on the painting?"

"Well, in the upper left corner of the painting is a dark green grave, and there is a black thing on the grave, and my father said that it is a ghost fire, and then there is the tombstone, and there are many hearts written on the tombstone! But the heart is really disgusting, and it is not as good as what I wrote......

"What else?"

Dongfang Junlan was bored, tilted her head and said, "The upper and lower parts of the painting are four people gathered together, drinking something!"

"Who?"

Dongfang Junlan couldn't see a trace of expression change in Li Jiang's eyes, but it was like interrogating a criminal, but she knew that Li Jiang already had a clue, "It seems to be a scribe, a monk, a swordsman, and an old man!"

Li Jiang's eyes blinked slightly, then opened them, rubbed his nose with the thumb of his left hand, a smile appeared at the corner of his right mouth, but his left face seemed to have no feelings, "Is there a corner tower in the upper right corner, a general on the corner tower waved his sword and looked forward, and behind him was an open triangular red flag?

Dongfang Junlan didn't react yet, she just looked at Li Jiang blankly, and said hesitantly, "Have you seen that painting?"

Li Jiang didn't answer Dongfang Junlan's words, his eyes stayed on the two and a half pieces of the stele, walked to the stele, touched the stele with his hand, and gently hit it with his palm at the same time, "What's the matter? Is it not the painting? Or is this stone not that stone?"

"Brother Li Jiang, what the hell is going on? What kind of painting is not a painting? What is not a stone?"

Li Jiang didn't seem to hear Dongfang Junlan's words, stretched out his left hand to take down the oil lamp, held the oil lamp in the palm of his hand, he turned to Dongfang Junlan and said, "Follow me!"

Dongfang Junlan saw that Li Jiang's expression was serious, and she didn't dare to be careless, so she hurriedly followed behind Li Jiang.

Li Jiang walked to the stele and blew out the oil lamp, only to see that the stele glowed with a faint green light. Li Jiang touched the stele with his hand, and at the same time his face was almost attached to the stele, carefully looking for something.

A black line.

A boxy gap to be exact.

Li Jiang pressed his hand on the gap and patted it gently, "That's right!" He put the back of his left hand against the gap, took out the fire fold with his right hand, and lit the oil lamp.

"Take it!" Li Jiang handed the fire fold and the oil lamp to Dongfang Junlan, and grabbed the stone tablet with both hands.

"Brother Li Jiang, what is this for?"

"Shut up!"

"Cut! If you tell me to shut up, I'll shut up, then I'm so faceless!" Dongfang Junlan was startled when she saw Li Jiang's cold eyes, "You want me to go again, right?" After speaking, he stuck out his tongue.

Li Jiang secretly used internal force, and at the same time pushed the stele outward, and it turned out that under his hand was a very small lid, and under the lid was a crucifix made of jade with a dragon on it.

Li Jiang flipped over the lid, and there was also a big heart on the lid.

"Brother Li Jiang, what is this?"

Li Jiang didn't speak, reached out and took out the cross, put the lid in his arms, and walked to the stone pillar.

Dongfang Junlan hurriedly followed, shining the oil lamp on the cross slot, "Brother Li Jiang, is this cross the key?"

Li Jiang did not nod or shake his head.

This kind of thing, saying it, will only make Dongfang Junlan worried.

The hearts of both of them trembled as the cross in Li Jiang's hand approached, and the cross approached the groove every minute.