The mountains are in the clouds, and the forests at the foot of the mountains are stacked with greenery, and there is really no appearance of an ancient tomb outside. Su Qinghe raised his head and saw the stone dragon dancing claws at the peak from afar.

The peak is called the Yuelong, and it is named after this peak stone. Closely, it is just an abrupt curved corner of the mountain stone, and the town only feels like the top of Longpan Mountain when it looks from afar. The mountain burial emphasizes the turtle after the dragon, so it seems that there is an ancient tomb hidden in the belly of the mountain, and it seems that it is indeed not groundless.

It's a pity that there is no such expert around me who can touch gold and open holes, and I have more than enough strength to do so. Su Qinghe could only order to open the soil on the spot, choose a few places to dig down a foot into the ground, and if there is no abnormality, go into the mountain to look for it.

The officials were diligent and dug out two or three pits, and Zhao Wu'an was late to lead the donkey. Su Qinghe saw that Zhao Wu'an's expression was still so indifferent, and his hanging heart was slightly lowered. It was indeed his fault to act rashly, but Zhao Wu'an's killing intent was too condensed, making him mistaken. Now that I think about it, maybe it's just jealousy. Su Qinghe is mixed in the officialdom, accustomed to those left and right, and is a little unfamiliar with this normal jealousy between people of the same sex.

An Qing caught a glimpse of Zhao Wu'an's white clothes stained with a lot of dust, and said strangely: "What's the matter with you?

Su Qinghe's brows twisted again.

Zhao Wu'an is as good as flowing: "Yes." ”

An Qing sneered when she heard this: "Tell you to pretend to be vulgar again? You are a layman who hasn't read a few books, right?" ”

An Guangmao made an unprecedented persuasion: "An Qing, don't be disrespectful to others. ”

An Qing, who was educated in public, was sullenly remarked. Zhao Wu'an was neither angry nor annoyed, let go of the donkey's reins, and walked away from the crowd digging the pit in full swing. Su Qinghe, who was holding the sword, noticed him slowly walking towards the depths of the dense forest, and asked loudly, "What are you going to do?"

Zhao Wuan didn't look back: "Release." ”

Su Qinghe's brows furrowed again.

Zhao Wu'an slowly walked more than twenty steps into the dense forest, paused, and seemed to feel that it was still unsightly to relieve himself here, and went inside another twenty steps. Turning down the mountain, I gradually lost sight of everyone in the rear.

Zhao Wu'an inhaled, hung the big box on his back with one hand, and took a step.

The steps are thunderous, and the leaves are windless.

In an instant, Zhao Wu'an flew snow in white clothes, and the snow turned into flying cranes, walking like flying in the dense forest, sticking to the mountain roots, startling a tree of birds. Under his feet were a mess of wood and rocks, and he was not afraid.

The people who followed him were tough.

An Qing, who has always only regarded martial arts as a physical fitness, obviously couldn't keep up with Zhao Wu'an's sudden vigorous rhythm, and shouted: "Hey, hey, stop, stop!"

Zhao Wu'an, who was galloping, was stunned when he heard this, stopped suddenly, and looked back sharply.

An Qing, who was flying in red, came to him around the stumbling root of the tree after a small half pillar of incense, panting, and cursed: "Suddenly running so fast, running for funeral!"

Zhao Wu'an ignored her open-mouthedness, but he was a little annoyed that he had been in the temple for ten years, and he was so careless that he couldn't notice An Qing behind him: "I'll relieve you, what are you doing here." ”

An Qing straightened up, her eyes flashed suddenly, obviously she didn't think of the wording, you you, you, me, and I didn't say anything for a long time, and it took a while to understand how rich and wise her father's philosophy of life was.

Zhao Wu'an had already guessed seven or eight points, and asked sharply: "Su Qinghe respects me on the surface, but he is actually suspicious. But the most unrelieved person is probably An Guangmao, right?"

Su Qinghe is very talented, at the age of twenty-one, he has been an official for more than two years, he is decisive and cautious, and he is indeed a rare material that can be made. However, An Guangmao has moved from the frontier to the officialdom, and he has lived for a long time, and his experience is higher than that of Su Qinghe and others, and I don't know how high it is.

Why did Zhao Wu'an live in Jiuda Temple for ten years as a layman, why did he go down the mountain so easily, why was he a layman, but he only worshipped the Buddha and did not respect the Buddha, and was not enthusiastic about the Dharma, but was quite interested in the truth of the case.

An Guangmao has never relaxed his guard against Zhao Wu'an, and seeing that Zhao Wu'an is out of the group, it is inconvenient for him to leave, so it is also a wise response to let An Qing follow behind. It's just that I guess I didn't hear Zhao Wu'an's words of relief, otherwise I wouldn't have let my daughter come anyway.

Fortunately, Zhao Wuan didn't plan to really get rid of it.

Facing An Qing's question, "What are you going to do", Zhao Wu'an shrugged his shoulders, since it was exposed, he didn't plan to disguise it anymore, it just added to his troubles.

"With this method of digging, you can only enter it in the Year of the Monkey. Zhao Wu'an's words were unwavering, "The Land Temple is the end of the underground palace. Since the land temple is high above the ground, that is to say, the entrance to the main entrance of the underground palace must also be found on the ground. ”

Generally explained, Zhao Wu'an did not intend to stop, and after confirming that An Qing's pace was not slow, he walked out hundreds of feet at once, and his body swept like lightning.

Although he was full of confidence, Zhao Wu'an was also a little uneasy about this strange underground palace. An Qing struggled to follow, not understanding what he had to do to find the entrance quickly. The two of them rushed with all their might, and before they knew it, they had already thrown Su Qinghe and the others far away.

Zhao Wu'an looked at the six roads, and when he walked out for two or three miles, he could already distinguish the traces of swords in a belt from the lush woods. It's a stop.

The area around the foot of Yuelongfeng Mountain is mostly full of trees, if a large group of people and horses want to get close to the foot of the mountain to build a large number of buildings, with rations and baggage, it is necessary to clean up a piece of grass and trees. Although it has been an unknown number of years, the ancient trees are evergreen, except for the influence of yin and yang, rain and dew, and the height of the grass and trees that grows is completely different from other places, and it must be near the entrance of the underground palace.

He slowed down and looked in through the recesses of the bushes, and in a short time he saw a hole. The rubble texture, the flowing clouds are disconnected, and the beasts are gathered, and it is not surprising that the original builders chose this place as the entrance.

What made him curious was another thing.

The so-called entrance to the underground palace is just a passage needed to move in with stones, coffins, etc., and after the construction is completed, all of them are covered up. This is not the case with the one in front of you. The pitch-black entrance of the cave shrunk into the rocks, just one person wide, leading straight to the ground, and it looked like an urn.

Looking back at the woods around him that were obviously shortened, Zhao Wuxin had even deeper doubts.

An Qing also panted at this time and followed. Zhao Wu'an's speed was not so fast that she couldn't catch up, but the gravel and tree roots were intertwined along the way, and it was too easy to trip. She ran terrified.

Seeing Zhao Wu'an staring at the narrow hole, An Qing asked suspiciously, "Is this here?"

Zhao Wuan shook his head and nodded.

An Qing was inexplicable.

"Don't come along. Zhao Wu'an commanded.

An Qing was unhappy: "Why? I've been running with you for so long, and now I want to go on an adventure by myself?"

Zhao Wu'an looked at her: "I'm quite bold now." ”

An Qing bit her lip, dodged her gaze, looked at Zhao Wu'an very contrivedly, closed her eyes and stomped her feet, and said after a while: "The one surnamed Kong gave me a three-year ink inkstone, and he was infatuated." I don't like him, but I don't like to watch him die in vain. ”

Zhao Wu'an was slightly stunned and reacted. Kong Xiuji, one of the three teenagers who died in this murder, was also the initiator of the Land Temple exploration proposal.

"I think I've got to be worthy of someone. I hope to find the killer myself, or at least, to do my part. After An Qing finished speaking, she looked at the box on Zhao Wu'an's back, "Although you are a layman, you seem to be quite good at solving cases, right?" It's really not good, so it's okay to help you carry the box. ”

It's just a simple wish, just a shallow friendship with fellow villagers.

Zhao Wu'an had nothing to say, just gently corrected: "This is a box." ”

There are always some desires hidden in the heart, but they are more fiery than imagined. There are always feelings that are not obvious, but they can make you move forward.

Zhao Wu'an unloaded the box and handed it to An Qing, and walked alone to the dark hole.

What if you are invited into the urn, if you are not invited, I will also enter the urn.