From the Chaos to the Tomb Robbery

Zhang Rishan and his group came to a dilapidated gate. It was so quiet around that there was not a single sound of birds or insects.

(Little Qilin: With me here, how could these things dare to get close to here?)

"Is there anyone else here?" Yin Xingyue looked around. It seemed like no one lived here.

They were making so much noise in the woods outside, but no one came out to see.

"Wait, no matter what happens, don't talk nonsense." Zhang Rishan reminded. Once entering the Zhang family's territory, life and death inside are unpredictable.

In fact, outsiders have the qualifications to return to their own family, but they cannot enter at will. But now it is very bad because they have brought two outsiders with them.

"Does the Zhang family have a rule that they can't talk casually?" Mr. Ba was shocked. Are there such strict rules? Wouldn't that make him dumb?

"Not to the Zhang family, but you are not a member of the Zhang family." Zhang Rishan shook his head. Although the Zhang family is like this now, who knows what kind of old guys are still in there. Once something happens, he may not even be able to protect himself.

"Go up and knock on the door!"

The Eighth Master reached out to grab the copper ring on the door, but was shaken open by a force.

He was so frightened that his face turned pale. No wonder the prince said before he came that the Zhang family had existed for a long time, was low-key and mysterious, and almost no outsiders knew of their existence.

Isn’t this layer of power the barrier mentioned in Taoist records?

"What's wrong?" Zhang Rishan walked forward nervously and reached out to knock on the door.

Before they could touch it, the heavy and dilapidated door opened by itself. The two looked at each other in horror. There was no one behind the door. How did the door open? Did they really recognize the Zhang family?

"Still...still going in?" Mr. Ba asked tremblingly. He shouldn't have come here. Could he enter the Zhang family?

"Go in!" Zhang Rishan gritted his teeth. He had already arrived here, and the chance to save Master Buddha was right in front of him. Even if there were mountains of swords and seas of fire ahead, he had to give it a try.

Zhang Rishan turned around and helped Zhang Qishan, and the four of them walked into the Zhang family's gate together.

As soon as they stepped into Zhang's house, they clearly felt the difference between here and the outside world. They felt as if they had entered a hot spring and their whole body was warm and comfortable.

Zhang Rishan looked at the destroyed yard all around. It was obvious that no one had lived here for a long time. He wondered what had happened here. Did he have this feeling when he was a child?

Mr. Ba was extremely shocked. He was a cultivator and could clearly feel the difference between here and the outside world. This was simply another world.

"It's different there than here." Yin Xingyue pointed to the center, where there was a tall building that looked a bit old, but not dilapidated, and there was even some greenery.

"Let's go there."

After passing through one dilapidated courtyard after another, they came to a magnificent building with a heavy history. The whole building was full of lush flowers and plants, and the comfortable feeling was even stronger. Zhang Rishan could feel that the hidden injuries on his body were actually healing a little bit.

Entering the courtyard, the furnishings inside opened the eyes of Mr. Ba and Yin Xingyue, who came from Xingyue Hotel. There was a world of difference between this place and the surrounding courtyards.

Every display along the way is a rare authentic piece, from all dynasties. What kind of family is this?

Any one of these things would be enough for an ordinary person to spend in a lifetime. With such a family around, why would Master Buddha and his adjutant go out on their own?

The group entered the main hall and saw a golden nanmu chair in the middle, with eight rosewood seats on both sides.

But at this time, there was only a young man in a dark black robe sitting on the chair in the hall. He had an outstanding appearance and a cold temperament, but his aura was amazing. People did not dare to underestimate him because of his young age.

On a chair to the lower left of the young man sat a delicate little boy about ten years old. The dark black robe he wore looked more gorgeous and complex than the one of the young man sitting above him, and the little Qilin patterned on it looked alive.

When the Eighth Master looked into Mo Jiu's big, dark, deep eyes that were filled with a hint of curiosity, he felt a dazzling golden light and was so frightened that he knelt on the ground.

"I have no eyes, senior, I am not a weirdo, I am not a weirdo."

"Eighth Master." Zhang Rishan was stunned. What was going on?

"Let the unconscious person sit down first." Zhang Qiling said indifferently as he looked at Zhang Qishan who had entered here and passed out again.

Zhang Rishan nodded and settled Zhang Qishan on the last chair, but he himself didn't want to sit down either, so he remained standing.

"Senior, my master Buddha has an inner demon in his body and would like to seek help from the Zhang family. I wonder if you can..." Zhang Rishan saluted and spoke.

Zhang Qiling glanced at the drowsy Zhang Qishan. The Qiongqi bloodline should be the one that was expelled from the Zhang family by the previous clan leader.

"Inner demon?" Mo Jiu was a little curious. Although there were demons in the ancient times, there had never been any such thing as inner demons. Could humans have inner demons?

(At this time, the prehistoric world had just passed Long Hanliangque, and the battle between Hong Yun and Luo Hou had not yet begun, so there was no such thing as inner demons.)

Mo Jiu jumped off his seat and passed by Master Ba, "Get up! Don't count us out, be careful of backlash."

The Eighth Master nodded and stood up from the ground. He didn't dare! Sure enough, the ancestors who had lingwen Qilin were not right.

Mo Jiu stood in front of Zhang Qishan, looked at his appearance, reached out and grabbed Zhang Qishan's wrist and probed.

"Young senior, how is my husband?" Yin Xingyue asked nervously.

Zhang Qiling looked at Mo Jiu's actions. He originally wanted to let them go into the Zhang family ancient building by themselves to find a way, but now he remained silent. It was rare that the little Qilin was curious about something, so he let him play with it first.