An Qing was startled and took a step back, not knowing why: "Don't say something strange in broad daylight!"

Zhao Wu'an turned his head and looked at the countless villagers behind him who were watching the excitement, and he also felt that it was not a good time to speak, so he just responded lightly: "Actually, please ask me to go down the mountain, you still earned it." I won't go overboard, but at least I'll solve the case. ”

Including An Guangmao, the officials who heard this sentence all showed confused expressions.

Zhao Wuan was originally reluctant to go down the mountain.

If it was seven or eight years ago, maybe he would have seized every opportunity, just to come to the town under the mountain to walk around, buy a string of sugar gourds, or buy nothing, in short, the mountain is leisurely, and he can suffocate a big living person to death.

However, ten years have passed, and the lively young man has become a deep layman, and Zhao Wu'an has gradually lost much interest in this world, lazy, lazy, ignorant, a page of Buddhist scriptures and a pillar of sandalwood can pass away half a day, and he has nothing to ask for in the life of Hongchen.

I had no choice but to go down the mountain.

He asked himself on the way here. The famous Shu Ten Wishes Monk opened the altar to debate the scriptures, several predecessors in the temple who are well versed in Buddhism have set off to Shu in April last year, plus a temple must have an abbot to sit in town, and only he is left as an outsider of Buddhism is insignificant, and can be sent by pilgrims. The young layman was forced to carry his backpack down the mountain and come here to perform rituals that he had never done before.

But that's just a façade. The young man knew in his heart that if he didn't want to go down the mountain, the abbot wouldn't be able to drive away even if he forced him, and most of the reason why he was tempted was because of the name of this town.

Qingdi Township, forty years ago, there were people who lived in seclusion here in frustration. Zhao Wu'an knew that he would contribute to Qingdi Township, and it could be regarded as an explanation to that person. It's just that I don't know if I can still find that person's descendants and give a long-standing gift.

There was a sudden commotion in the group of villagers behind, Zhao Wu'an and An Qing turned around together, wearing green clothes and riding a high-headed horse, and the dust flew over.

There are a few horsemen leading the way in front, and the black-clothed officials who run at the front are the people of the county government of Qingdi Township at first glance. At this moment, the man was dancing with a purple bunch of documents in his hand, and said loudly: "Get out of the way, get out of the way, the general manager of the Huaixi Dao and the two states of Jingluo is here, and you should give way as soon as possible!"

The crowd parted, riding on a tall horse, and the young man known as the chief servant was dressed in green clothes, looking coldly at the peachwood square table in front of the crowd, and pursed his lips.

An Qing was suddenly stunned the moment she saw that person.

Tsing Yi tied his hair, his sideburns were like a knife, his eyebrows were heroic and upright, resolute and frank, and his black eyes were ancient and waveless, and he was bottomless. A short knife hangs on his waist, and an ancient sword is handed down behind his back, cold and slender.

An Qing recognized who it was. Although the young man Kong Xiuji, who is now dying in a mass grave, is praised by the villagers as the most talented young man, it is still not enough compared to Su Qinghe ten years ago. As the son of the Su family, before moving to Bianliang with his family at the age of sixteen, Su Qinghe has always been recognized as the first in the township in terms of martial arts, talent and appearance. When he left with his family, he held an ancient sword at the entrance of the township, and when Tsing Yi looked back, he didn't know how many girls were heartbroken.

The young man dismounted and waved at An Guangmao: "I've seen Antihath." ”

Facing this young man who was still humble and polite, An Guangmao also had some praise in his heart, and nodded in greeting: "I haven't seen you for many years." ”

The young man obviously also knew An Guangmao's habit of speaking rather than indiscriminately, so he didn't say anything more after the greetings, and said straight to the point: "Qinghe, as the general manager of the pacification department of the two states of Huaixi Province, was sent to Qingdi Township by the above to thoroughly investigate the haunting case. ”

The so-called military writ on the 15th was not without consideration of the local county government's lack of strength, and the dispatch of such a general secretary was both to assist and supervise, and if the case was not solved after the 15 th, the case would not be implicated, and it would be difficult for the subordinates of the county government to escape punishment.

Zhao Wu'an narrowed his eyes.

An Qing on the side had slightly red cheeks, smiled warmly, and mustered up the courage to talk: "I haven't been back for almost ten years, Su Qinghe?"

Hearing this, the young man known as Su Qinghe looked at An Qing slightly sideways, and Shi Shiran nodded: "That's true." Thanks to your care back then, there is Qinghe today. ”

After many years of reunion, he is still a hasty greeting, refusing people for thousands of miles without losing courtesy and warmth, which is Su Qinghe's consistent limelight. Zhao Wu'an quietly stabbed An Qing: "First love, good looks, finger belly for marriage?"

Angered by this gossip layman, An Qing glared at Zhao Wu'an fiercely: "This is the most talented student in Qingdi Township back then!" Ten years ago, I went to Bianliang with the elders of the family, but I didn't expect to come back now, and I was already an official from the seventh grade." ”

Zhao Wu'an disagreed: "It's just a matter, it doesn't matter." ”

Su Qinghe looked sideways, and his sword eyebrows were awe-inspiring. He is not a person who is hungry for fame and profit, but he was suddenly pointed out as an inconsequential person by outsiders, which still has a big impact on the court officials.

Facing the sharp gaze, Zhao Wu'an grinned: "Zhao Wu'an, a layman." ”

Su Qinghe frowned: "Qinghe is the most disgusted to talk about ghosts and gods. The so-called rituals only give these villagers a comfort in their hearts, and it does not help them solve the case in the slightest, and they also ask the laymen to put away this set and leave this place with the villagers. Now this case is taken over by me, Su Qinghe. ”

Long before Su Qinghe spoke, the few horsemen who came with him had already raised their sabers to open the crowd, and they stood a foot apart from each other, as if they were clearing the field.

Zhao Wuan was unmoved. An Guangmao didn't say a word, An Qing's gaze swirled back and forth between the three men, and he faintly felt a trace of anxious atmosphere. She tilted her head, her eyes confused.

Su Qinghe's brows furrowed even deeper. He has only been in the office for two years, although An Guangmao is only under the jurisdiction of a county, and his kung fu of immersing himself in officialdom and bending to meet his intentions is far above him, and not interfering at this moment is undoubtedly a kind of acquiescence. Although Su Qinghe had doubts, he did not dare to rashly ask for help. And Zhao Wu'an also crossed his arms to his chest, standing obliquely in front of the Land Temple, with no intention of leaving.

After a long time, Su Qinghe broke the silence and saluted An Guangmao: "Please take Antioch to the scene of this case." ”

Before he came to the mass grave, he had already heard that because the case involved ghosts and gods, the bodies of the teenagers were still left in the mass grave and had not been buried in the ground. The parents of the deceased, however, were heartbroken and spent their days in tears.

This situation is exactly what Su Qinghe hates. He doesn't believe that ghosts and gods are doing things, and no matter how good the real culprit is, he also wants to use his skills to seek justice for the deceased.

An Guangmao led the way in front, and the twenty officials were behind. The yin wind blew up the white sand in the mass grave, and the yellow paper on the peach wood square table suddenly rose, sprinkling and dancing all over the sky.

The door of the Land Temple was suddenly blown open and closed by the wind. Zhao Wu'an stretched out his hand to push the door, only to feel heavy, but he could still push it open. He let go and let the wooden door close, and the crack between his fingers was so tight that he couldn't even insert a needle. There are no handles inside or outside.

Su Qinghe turned his head and saw that the white-clothed layman not only did not leave, but followed with a dead face, Rao is calm temperament couldn't help but be a little uncontrollable, and reached out to habitually hold the saber on his waist.

"I said before that there are more people buried in this place, and no one seems to pay attention to me?" Zhao Wu'an spread his hands.

Su Qinghe frowned: "What do you mean?"

"It means that under this mass grave, there is an underground palace, a large tomb many years ago. Zhao Wu'an said lightly, "To be precise, it is the passage of the underground palace, and the real tomb is at the bottom of that mountain." It's better to say it's in the mountains. ”

The group was stunned. Su Qinghe keenly asked, "How do you know?"

"Lookout. Zhao Wu'an pointed to the door of the Land Temple, "Obviously, the paint on the four walls has already fallen, but the main door is still neat and new, and the sound of knocking is quite dull, so it can be seen that it is not ordinary wood." ”

"There are no handles inside or outside, and the door is designed so tightly that once closed, it is difficult to open from the inside. The doors in this world that can be opened from the outside but not from the inside are often used to trap people. The most plausible explanation is to trap the dead. ”

"Why trap the dead?"

"It's Feng Shui. Zhao Wu'an pursed his lips, "The tomb is buried in the belly of the mountain, and it pays attention to the air that runs through the sky, from beginning to end, there must be qi continuous, there are in and out, but it can't really let the evil spirits come out, so it is designed in this style that can only be opened from the outside." The front hall is in the belly of the mountain, and the land temple is only the back door. The deceased disappeared from the land temple, probably trapped by the closing of the wooden door, and in desperation, fell into the hidden tomb. ”

Before the words fell, some officials retorted loudly: "How can there be a dungeon built on the ground? I think this bald donkey with hair has read too many scriptures, and he is stupid to read them." ”

Su Qinghe frowned and pondered, and without saying a word, An Qing took the words of the official vigorously: "Don't say it, I don't think he has read at all." ”

Thinking of the scene she first saw in the temple, An Qing still feels a little headache until now.

He claims to be a layman who has lived for ten years, but he can instigate the seven or eight-year-old novice to hide behind a tree and roast sparrows. moved stones and smashed his feet, and burned the hundred-year-old banyan tree to a half-crippled, and then was driven down the mountain to make up for it. If it weren't for this incident, the An family would not have been able to invite Zhao Wu'an.

But now that I think about it, it's better to invite him back.

An Qing finished talking about this disgraceful thing in one breath, and all the officials in the circle showed different colors, absurd people doing absurd things, but that's it.

Zhao Wu'an clasped his hands together, and his expression remained unchanged: "Amitabha, Anqing's words are wrong. ”

An Qing was not stunned at all, and asked rhetorically: "What's wrong? Didn't I tell the truth? I don't believe you asked my father." Everyone around them nodded their heads. An Guangmao himself is under the jurisdiction of the county government, An Qing is also familiar with this group of people, young and straightforward, the officials like An Qing very much, and they naturally believe in what she says.

Zhao Wu'an's eyes were serious, and he kept his palms together: "I asked him to roast, it's a gray sparrow." ”

The officials burst into laughter. Su Qinghe frowned and quickened his pace.

Zhao Wu'an was unmoved, and clasped his palms together. It wasn't until Su Qinghe walked away that he opened his eyes and his lips moved.

Magpie stepping on branches.