As far as the eye can see, two plum blossoms in full bloom stand proudly, and there are several plum blossoms on the branches, which are fragrant and fragrant, refreshing people's hearts.

Xu Zidao's mood got better inexplicably.

There were a lot of petals sprinkled on the snow, Xu Zidao picked up one or two and put them under his nose to smell lightly, like the taste of childhood.

That year, his plum blossoms were also difficult to harvest.

It's a pity......

Shaking his head and sighing, Xu Zidao slowly walked forward, walked through the courtyard planted with plum blossoms, and came to the room with the word "Jing" written on it.

Push open the carved door of red sandalwood, the room is full of rope sieves, and the eyes are silvery.

Eight bronze coffins are placed in the midst of plain hooves, which is eye-catching.

Xu Zidao was stunned for a while, a lightning bolt crossed his mind, the mystery in his heart was cleared up, as if he was grasping something, he immediately jumped over, grabbed the lid of one of the copper coffins with one hand, and lifted it violently.

A heavy muffled sound sounded, and the coffin lid was lifted by Xu Zidao and hit the wall, but he turned a deaf ear, and a pair of dark eyes stared at the inside of the coffin.

What catches your eye is a black shroud with some skull-shaped patterns carved on it, which is particularly eerie with the environment.

The shape of a person protruded from under the cloth, Xu Zidao's heart jumped slightly, he reached out and grabbed the corner of the shroud, and lifted it in the air.

A skinny, bone-covered corpse suddenly appeared in front of him, with black lines on the dry and wrinkled skin, and at a glance, he thought it was a corpse pattern drawn by a wizard from Miao Jiang.

The dry corpse was wearing a robe, with nine ring scars on the top of his bare head, and a jade wrench on his left thumb.

His eyebrows were long, almost down to the corners of his eyes, his sunken eye sockets were like a black hole, and his ears were large, with thick lobes and a very fleshy feeling.

The most conspicuous thing on the face of this dry corpse is the nose facing the sky, the nostrils are turned upward, and Xu Zidao can still vaguely see one or two nose hairs sticking out of it.

"Master of Awakening"

Xu Zidao exclaimed in surprise, his pupils shrank, and he seemed to be a little incredulous.

In the early years, he followed the sword slave predecessors to practice in the Central Plains, and luckily heard the name of Master Jueling, and knew that he was one of the thirteen great protectors of the Shaolin School.

Later, I heard that he was demoted from Shaolin because he angered the host, and since then he has disappeared from the rivers and lakes, but I didn't expect to see it here today, but it is already like this.

"Who did this?"

Xu Zidao muttered slightly, his eyes glanced at the copper coffin next to him, and he already had a plan in his heart.

The tiger's body shook, and a pure internal force fluctuation erupted from his body, sweeping away like a wave, and the room suddenly blew violently, and a buzzing sound sounded, and the rest of the coffin trembled, and the coffin lid suddenly fell off the coffin.

Seven identical shrouds came into view, and Xu Zidao showed a sneer on his face, and with one move, "Get up."

In an instant, seven shrouds appeared to be torn off, revealing seven shriveled corpses.

"Jueyuan, Juezhao, Juehui, Jueguang, Juehei, Juekuang, Jueguang"

The eight Shaolin Dharma Protectors King Kong turned into dried corpses!

Xu Zidao's heart was like a monstrous wave, and he couldn't calm down for a long time.

He staggered back two steps, then turned and ran towards the door.

Standing in the empty courtyard, Xu Zidao covered his head with his hands and turned anxiously.

It was just a little bit of a stretch that he could sort out the whole thing, including the origin of the temple and the dried corpses in the ashram at the back.

Suddenly, his head flashed, and his body turned sharply, looking into the vast distance, remembering the Tongtian River and the rising smoke in the desert.

As if a glimmer of morning light pierced the darkness, a maniacal smile appeared on his face, his eyes firing around, and with the faint light of the flames on the fire fold, his gaze finally locked on one place.

Chimney.

The chimney is connected to the kitchen, and next to the kitchen is the firewood room.

Since the smoke rises from the chimney, there must be someone in the kitchen when the smoke rises, and someone proves that this Lone Lamp Temple is not a person who went to the temple, and maybe finds a clue that the Lone Lamp Temple has become what it is now.

Having made up his mind, Xu Zidao tapped his toes on the ground, his body flew up in the air, and he ran the catkins with the wind footwork, and flew away, and in one or two breaths, he had reached the kitchen door.

The door was not locked, but closed slightly, and with a push of Xu Zidao's one hand, the door creaked open.

Xu Zidao deliberately lightened his footsteps, held the fire fold, and walked in with the faint light of the flames on it.

The stove is very clean, obviously someone often wipes it, Xu Zidao reached out and touched it, it was still a little warm, obviously someone was cooking here just now.

There was a black pot on the stove, about the size of a black pot in ordinary people's homes, with a wooden lid on the pot, and when the lid was lifted, it was empty, and only some residual vegetable residues were found on the edges.

There is a steamer next to the black pot, and the steamer is still steaming, and the inside is also empty, but according to the residue on the steamer rack, it can be judged that it was steamed buns just now.

There is a water tank not far from the stove, the water in the water tank is not very much, only a small half, next to the water tank Xu Zidao also found a small bucket, which can hold up to ten catties of water, it is not difficult to guess that the person who carries the water is an ordinary person, and it is also an ordinary person who is not very old and does not have much strength.

There was a small table near the water tank, on which were placed some bottles and jars, and when I looked closer, I found that it was a little empty, but Xu Zidao still found that it was originally filled with some condiments from the things left on the edge.

Beneath the table is a dark black earthenware vessel about the size of the top and bottom, with the shape of a ball protruding from the center.

The top is about the size of a bowl, protruding from the mouth of an eagle's beak, and there is a pungent smell of medicine inside, and there are residues of medicine residue at the bottom.

Xu Zidao flipped over these dregs and found that most of them were medicines for the treatment of internal injuries, and it was impossible to see what injuries were being treated.

It seems that the person should have suffered a very serious internal injury, and he couldn't walk far, and it was very likely that he was near the kitchen, and there could be no hiding place in the kitchen, so there was only one possibility.

Firewood room.

Not only is it close to the kitchen, but it's also hidden enough to keep warm.

A smile appeared on the corner of Xu Zidao's mouth, and he was getting closer and closer to the truth.

Just as Xu Zidao was about to leave the kitchen, a long hair left on the door caught his attention.

It was not his hair, because it was a little dry and sallow, as if it were a little malnourished.

The temple actually has hair, which is fun and interesting!

A strange smile appeared on the corner of Xu Zidao's mouth, and he threw away his hair and strode towards the firewood room next to him.

The two rooms are separated by only one wall.

Xu Zidao did not suppress his footsteps this time, he believed that this person would not be able to walk.

No, it's that neither of them can leave.

The door of the firewood room was closed, and it was not difficult to see that the inside was bolted, Xu Zidao did not intend to break the door by brute force, he knocked on the door very politely.

There was a rustling sound in the firewood room, and his ears were very keen, and it was impossible to hide the sound from him at such a close distance.

But no one opened the door.

Xu Zidao was not in a hurry, and knocked again.

This time, no one opened the door, but there was no sound of rustling inside, only faint breathing.

Xu Zidao was still not in a hurry, and knocked on the door again.

It was his third and last knock.

Still no one opened, and this time there was no sound of breathing inside.

Xu Zidao shrugged his shoulders, with a helpless expression on his face.

I wanted to be civilized, but I still had to rely on violence.

"Bang"

There was a muffled sound, the door opened, Xu Zidao retracted his foot, and walked in.

In the corner, a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl was trembling with a monk in her arms.