I am the leader of the capital

Shaking his head, Yang Xiahou saw that the person approaching was wearing the clothes of the Blue Mountain God General's Mansion, and his face was a little ugly. Just as he was about to speak, the head housekeeper said first: "Master Hou, our master asked us to take the old The rewards or presents from Nianyang Xiahou will be sent back to your Houfu, and from then on, there will be no ties to each other, and there will be no more ties."

"It's the same for us in the general's mansion. You gave the things to Lord Hou and you returned them. From now on, there will be no ties to each other."

"Our Du Mansion..."

Yang Xiahou and his son basically didn't listen to what these people said. They were filled with joy when they saw more and more gifts. They looked at each other, excited beyond words, and said to the servants who heard the sound: "Hurry up, hurry up, take these things in and watch them, you will get rich and rich."

Looking at the flying property, the entire Yangxiahou Mansion was so excited that they couldn't sleep at night. From time to time, people ran to the ancestral hall at the back and knelt down to thank the ancestors for their blessings.

After learning that various shops can normally trade with Yangxiahou's mansion, Yangxiahou immediately sold a few items for a little money, and counting the money given by Yun Musheng, Yangxiahou felt that he could do it again.

Tonight is another sleepless night in Yangxiahou Mansion, everyone is carnival, only the ancestral hall in the backyard and the large tomb in the north of the city please stand coldly in the moonlight.

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Thirty miles east of Lianhua Village in the south of the city, Hui Neng found a cave with a crescent shovel in his hand. Holding a machete in one hand, he walked in without hesitation, with a posture of resisting and killing God, like a murderer who broke into the underworld.

Today he searched around and found no relevant clues, but when it was getting late, he saw a bat flying over his head. Bats are very common, but bats with a bloody smell on their bodies are rare. After the villagers said a word, Huineng rushed in the direction of the bat, and chased all the way to the vicinity, when the bat suddenly disappeared.

After searching around, he found the entrance of the cave, and smelled the smell of blood, so he drew out his knife and walked in slowly. The cave didn't look like a natural cave, it seemed to be dug out by people.

Hui Neng walked about a hundred steps, and everything changed in front of him. What appeared in front of him was a large space, very dim. After a quick glance, Hui Neng thought it was a tomb, but it was empty, and there was a small The aisle leads in another direction. There are some murals around the tomb, but they are old and some are mottled.

The great monk walked for a while along the small road that didn't know which direction it was leading to. When he came across a door, he stretched out his hand and pushed it, but the stone door didn't move at all. Even the light could not be seen clearly, so Huineng reached out and groped around, but couldn't find any mechanism.

Trying to push it again, Hui Neng knew that he was incapable of opening the door, so he could only search outside, but he couldn't find where the bat went, so he had to go back to the ground and planned to do it tomorrow. Get ready to come back.

Walking around in the woods, Huineng suddenly heard footsteps, and he became more vigilant. There should be no one in such a mountain. The footsteps suddenly paused, obviously he had a sense, and Huineng knew that this person was not ordinary. people.

The two walked in their original direction tacitly. When Hui Neng turned his head, he saw a man dressed as a scribe, who was as gentle as a master of an academy. He couldn't figure out why such a person appeared in this mountain. After thinking about it for a while, I didn't ask. If I asked about something legitimate, I would ask in vain. If I had a question, the person wouldn't say it.

The two diverged and went their separate ways. On the way back, Huineng frowned. He was not afraid that the villain would look like a villain, but he was afraid that the villain would be full of benevolence and morality. , but Huineng's intuition told him that there was something wrong with the scribe.

The scribe watched the great monk go away, his face gradually became ugly. He didn't know how this great monk was found, but this monk was definitely not here to visit the mountains and rivers. Reflecting the moonlight, sharp and sharp.

As if expecting that Huineng would come to check again, the scribe walked down the mountain calmly, entered the small town and had a drink before leaving. As expected, Huineng went back. He hid the crescent shovel in the grass, and held the crescent moon in his hand. The machete carefully detoured back.

When he entered the cave, Hui Neng's hand holding the knife turned white. This scribe is not weak, but he doesn't know the means, so he probably won't be a good person. The most difficult thing to deal with in this world is someone who has successfully cultivated the Tao. Readers, you never know what weird things they will come up with.

Slowing down his footsteps and holding his breath, Huineng, who likes to be called Lord Kui, moved slowly in this tomb, as light as a hunting cat, with agility and gentleness that did not belong to his body.

After walking around, Huineng confirmed that there was no one in the dark tomb, so he walked quietly to that aisle, and quietly reached the stone gate. Huineng reached out and groped on the stone gate, and found a small After the small stones exited the channel.

Although he has a rough face, but his thoughts are very careful. When he just left, he caught a small stone in the crack of the Shimen door. If he opened the door, the small stone should have fallen to the ground.

Hui Neng had an instinctive premonition that this was the home of the scholar who appeared in the middle of the night, so he restrained his breath, found a corner and waited quietly. When the people quieted down, the surrounding voices gradually became clear. When I went outside, I heard the chirping insects, and I also heard the sound of the wind blowing through the entrance of the cave.

It's just that he couldn't wait for anyone. Staying in this small space, he couldn't feel the speed of time passing, and he didn't know how long he had been waiting. The surroundings were pitch black. When he put his ear against the wall, he seemed to hear I heard the cry of a baby, but it was like a hallucination, and it disappeared when I listened carefully.

After an unknown amount of time, Huineng was startled suddenly. He heard footsteps, and hastily sealed off all the meridians in his body, even the flow of blood was immobilized, for fear of making any sound.

When the scribe entered the entrance of the cave, he took a rough look under the moonlight. Several weeds broke off. He figured out that the monk would come back after a feint, so he went straight down the mountain. When the owner of the tavern really didn't have the energy to stay up all night Come out after closing time.

He calculated that the person would come back, but he did not calculate that the monk who came back was patient. Some people looked very irritable, but they were patient and frightening. Huineng is such a person. He looked at Ma Daha, looked irritable, but But you can also be as thin as a hair, and you can also calm down and meditate.

Feeling the sound of approaching footsteps, Huineng lowered his head and didn't look at him, for fear that his sight would be caught, and he didn't dare to use his consciousness to find out where the person was. A master of this level sensed that others were looking at him. an easy thing to do.

The scribe just walked through the tomb and walked into the small passage. Huineng was thinking whether he should follow immediately. Before closing the door, a figure in white came out of the passage quickly, as if he wanted to escape. Huineng Regardless of other things, he immediately drew his sword and stepped forward to stop it.

Huineng went down the mountain with a fierce tiger, and the unprepared scribes retreated steadily. When the scribes opened the door, they suddenly remembered that the shopkeeper of the tavern seemed to be waiting for someone, and the wine was still warming on the small stove. Who would go drinking in the middle of the night? Then I thought, isn't there a big monk on this mountain?Unless he didn't go down the mountain.

The scribe picked up a stone to block the monk's slashing. The two of them came and went in this dark tomb. The scribe was worried that the monk had backup, so he hurried to get away, but was slashed on the shoulder by Huineng. Taking advantage of this opportunity, the scribe escaped from the tomb, and Hui Neng chased after him with a knife.

But when Hui Neng ran out from the passage and saw the moonlight again, the scholar in white had long since disappeared. The great monk looked around, not knowing which way to go after him. After a little thought, he guarded in front of the cave, thinking Seeing that I have told the villagers, if I see that I have not returned, I will report the news to Qi'an Temple. It is estimated that someone will come from Qi'an Temple in a short time. At that time, I must take a look at what is behind the stone gate. Why is this scholar in such a hurry? run.

Huineng, who was meditating, suddenly heard a movement. The sound of breaking through the sky was too fast. In an emergency, he jumped up to avoid the wooden barrel that was thrown at him. Just when Huineng was wondering why he threw the wooden barrel over, the scribe appeared again, holding the barrel in his hand. Holding a long gun to attack and kill.

Huineng didn't care about other things, he raised his knife to fight, and the two of you came and went for a few rounds. Suddenly, the scribe broke the wooden barrel with a gun, and threw a fire bag over it. The fire suddenly ignited. No, just when Huineng was thinking about why, several wooden barrels were thrown around, and after the explosion, they were full of oil.

Watching the fire gradually seal the entrance of the cave, the great monk held the knife and could only retreat far away. At this moment, a figure jumped from the tree to the entrance of the cave without any mistakes. Hui Neng saw at a glance that this person was just A scribe, but wearing a dress that looks ridiculous.

The clothes were big, dripping water, and the scribe held a bucket of oil in his hand. Hui Neng couldn't figure out where the scribes got the oil and the strange clothes, but he didn't have time to think about it. He roughly guessed the clothes. It can protect him from being burned by the fire to a certain extent, and he must have destroyed the things behind the stone gate when he went in.

Hui Neng looked around, but there was no water source around, and he saw only a half-sized tree. The big monk rushed over and raised the knife three times to cut off the tree, dragging the lush green tree and swung it violently. Get up, extinguish the fire a little bit, the monk stepped on the small tree with the knife upside down and plunged into the hole.

The temperature in the cave is not bad, but the breathing is very difficult. The scribe who was opening the door did not expect this monk to be so fearless, and the key fell to the ground in a hurry. It took a while to open the door after picking it up. The monk came with a knife, but the scribes opened the door and were not in a hurry to close it.

He punched open the oil barrel in his hand, and the scribe in a strange overcoat poured the oil onto a bookshelf and a long table, took out another torch and lit it, then picked up a knife used by a butcher to greet Huineng who looked like a vajra. .

As soon as Huineng entered the room, Huineng's eyes widened and he roared. There were some books on a big bookshelf, and there were all kinds of weird bottles and jars on the table next to them. The two were on fire, but It was indeed the corpses of children on the other side that made Huineng furious.

Looking at the large kitchen knife that the butcher used to sell meat in the hands of the scribes in strange white clothes, Hui Neng roared, "You bastard, I'll send you to hell."

"what……"

Huineng, holding a knife in both hands, slashed like an angry lion. The scribe was wearing a fire-proof clothes and his hands and feet were inconvenient. Under Huineng's hands, he hardly had much resistance. Seeing the air getting hot and hard to breathe, the scribe found an opportunity Just like before, he exchanged a small injury for a chance to escape.