Chapter 103 Grave Secret Road

"This time?" Jian Xiao glanced at the Yiren opposite. A piece of black, without half a white shadow, batches of Yi swords and shields are lined up at the end of the square of Zen Buddhism. The huge black iron shield is lined up like a wall. After the black iron shield, people's heads are shrugged. Countless black iron helmets are sharp behind the shield wall, and countless blades are neatly obliquely pierced to the sky.

"Only people in the Dark Temple." Meng Han took out a set of gold gloves from his arms and put them on himself.

"It seems that the Temple of Light is also there this time." Menghua Xianping looked nervously at the back mountain of Zen Gate. Hearing this, the swordsman also looked back to the mountain. Sure enough, the mountainside behind the Zen Pavilion was covered with dense white clothes and silver armor. Under the light of the demon yang, it looks very dazzling.

Deep Lan Shangshu shook his official uniform, straightened his body, and bowed to Menghua Xianping: "Your Highness?"

A trace of doubt flashed in Menghua Xianping's eyes: "What's wrong?"

"I don't know where the two legions of Xinghai are at this time. If it's nearby, we might as well." He said that the Deep Blue Shangshu did not continue to talk about it.

Menghua Xianping's eyes went straight to the distant sky: "The Phantom Legion is already on the way to Yong'an, the provincial capital of Pingkang Province. At this time, the Xinghai Legion is already in the grass shop, and the two legions can't save the fire in the distant water." Everyone's heart thumped after listening to Meng Hua Xianping's words and said nothing more.

"What about the three armies of butterfly dance, wolf riding and Jinyan?" Deep Blue heard something urgent.

"The butterfly dance is arranged for defense in Jiangbei, and the wolf rides far away in the north of Yi. Jinyan is still practicing in the armies of the Southern Tang Dynasty and the Sixth Empire of the Southern Tang Dynasty. Menghua Xianping sighed helplessly after saying that. Deep Blue is the secretary of the Ministry of Criminal Justice, so he doesn't know these things about the Ministry of War. The five major legions of the empire have their own tasks at this time. Menghua Xianping looked around the main courtyard of Zen Gate, and the black and white team kept surrounding it.

(Jiangbei: the abbreviation of northern Jiangzhou, Jiangzhou: a large place name, 2,000 miles wide from east to west and 3,000 miles long from north to south. Hengduan Water spans the middle of Jiangzhou and divides the huge Jiangzhou into two parts, one is Jiangbei and the other is Jiangnan. Yibei: regional name, northern Yizhou, Yizhou bull head. The north of Hutou Liangling Pass all belong to the north of Yibei)

At this time, another bald donkey ran over: "Ever,,,,,, elder."

Many warriors looked at the people gasping for breath and frowned more tightly. I only heard the bald donkey say, "There are countless Yi people in the secret road of the vegetable garden, many, many, many." After saying that, he fell to the ground with a plop. The bald donkey died tragically, with many arrowheads behind it and blood all over the ground.

The words of this bald donkey shocked everyone. Looking at the encirclement of the Yi people, countless black and white shadows were endless.

"It seems that the Yi people have come to make a fierce move this time." Jian Xiao tightened his teeth, held a saber towards the sword and squeezed away: "Uncle, what should I do?"

"Go to the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion." The sword is romantic, and the folding fan is put away with a snap.

"Tibetan Book." The swordsman muttered. Is there anything in the Sutra Pavilion? Li Mei bald donkey did say, "The organ of the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion has failed. It hasn't been repaired for many years. Can we go down the mountain from there?"

"According to my memory, there are eight secret passages in the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion, seven have been abandoned, and one more." After saying that, Jian Fengliu led the people and horses of Jimo Villa and walked quickly to the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion of Zen Gate.

Lu Wuchen took a look at Meng Han, and the meaning of the inquiry was quite obvious. Meng Han nodded: "Let's go, too."

The charming man looked at the direction of the sword, and he really didn't know how to lift it under his feet. A dry bald donkey stood still and didn't know how to act. The cheap 13 behind him said, "Grandma, the secret road of our Zen sect, the people of Jimo Villa actually know, what's going on?"

"How many secret passages are there in the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion?" Li Mei looked at the cheap 13 behind him.

"According to the record in the book, there are seven articles." Bian 13 is very sure.

"Let's go, let's also go to the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion. Zen can't let the Yi people make dumplings."

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"Is there a secret passage in the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion? I came here a few days ago and didn't see one. The swordsman said with a suspicious face.

"The most secret one should not be broken." When Jianfengliu finished speaking, Jimo's people had first come to the outside of the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion and flew out. Jianfengliu directly kicked the gate of the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion, and the two door panels rotated several times in the air before landing. A burst of flying dust rose from the ground, choking so much that everyone couldn't help coughing.

"I don't know how long it has been since it was swept here." After saying that, Jian Xiao danced casually with his sleeves and looked into the pavilion. Countless bookshelves were placed uprightly, and the dust above was also very thick, but obviously there was not as much as on the floor.

"I don't know where the secret channel is." Meng Hua Xianping took a look.

"Sword clan." The sword breeze called out.

"The grandson is here." Hearing the sword flow calling himself, he quickly bowed his hand.

"Fly to the beam of the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion."

The swordsman looked depressedly at the sword style. How much dust there should be in the beam, but in return, an upward airflow stretched out from the swordsman's feet, and the swordsman's body flew up lightly. Both feet landed firmly on the beam.

"Is the beam seven horizontal and eight vertical?" Jian Fengliu shouted at the bottom of the room.

Seven horizontal and eight vertical. Hearing these four words, the swords looked at the beam. Sure enough, as the swordsman said, the beams on the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion were indeed horizontal and staggered with each other. After a glance, the swordsman nodded and shouted, "That's right, seven horizontal and eight vertical."

"The intersection of three horizontal and four vertical immediately. There is a secret door there, but you need to look for it carefully." Below came the sound of sword style. Hearing the sound of sword style, the sword clan immediately used the footsteps to step on the snow and flew to the three horizontal and four vertical places. After several ups and downs, the swordsman came to a cross beam staggering point. Touched all the wood at the intersection of the beams.

The swordsman did not find any secret door, which was full of hard wood. After touching it, the swordsman said to the bottom: I didn't see the secret door above.

"This,,,,,,," Jian Fengliu hesitated when he heard this, and there was a lot of uncertainty in his heart.

Jian Xiao stared at the square inch of land and muttered suspiciously for a long time, "Uncle, is it the tile above?"

"Shouldn't this be possible?" Jian Fengliu also became a little confused for a while. After all, when people get old, their memory will still decline a lot, no one is an exception.

Thinking of this, Jian Xiao said to the place where the swordsman stood, "Nephew, poke the tile on it with the ice blade." As soon as Jian Xiao finished speaking, he heard a sound of drawing a sword on Liang, and another cold attack in the cabinet.

The tiles were gently removed by the swordsman, revealing a glimmer of light, and the sound of the pavilion sounded on the floor of the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion, and countless green bricks on the floor in front of them were moved aside. A dark tunnel was exposed.

"Is this?" Looking at the dark tunnel, Jianxiao's heart couldn't help beating a small drum.

The secret burial of the Zen sect. The old man who lost the public may know that it is not necessary to practice, not to mention other disciples of Zen.

"Our successive masters?" A little bald donkey spat and shivered.

"Yes, it must be buried in it."

The charming bald donkey took a cold breath, and the cheap 13 next to him was even more surprised: "Can this place go down the mountain?"

"Swordsman, let's go." After saying to the swordsman who were still standing on the beam, Jian Fengliu took the people of Jimo to the tunnel. A white shadow fell in the pavilion, and it was not the sword clan.

"Will we go in too?" Lu Wuchen was a little puzzled. This is why he will look at Meng Han, the deputy owner of Biluo Villa.

"Why don't you go down? Do the people of Fengming Villa really want to be made dumplings?" After saying that, Meng Han waved his hand and said, "The people of Biluo Villa will follow us. We have brought our own weapons, fire folds and so on."

"Let's go, since the beginning of Jimo Villa, there is no reason not to keep up with the dog door."

"That's right."

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"How did my grandfather know about this secret road?" Jian Fengliu squeezed to the sword clan and whispered.

"When this secret road was built, almost all the bald donkeys were sealed. But one person was missing. Jian Fengliu didn't look behind him at all and said in a low voice.

"This man was saved by our Jimo Villa, so this secret road,,,,,,,,." The swordsman didn't go on.

Jian Fengliu stepped on the bluestone board on the ground: "Let's be careful. All the tombs and treasures of Zen Buddhism are in it. There is no guarantee that there are any organs, hidden weapons and so on.

The swordsman took out a fire fold from his arms and lit it with a flint, shining around him, and a corridor appeared in front of everyone. At this time, the charming man squeezed directly from behind: "Master Jianzhuang, those Yi people have completely surrounded the whole Zen courtyard, and there are more than 1,000 people standing outside the tunnel."

Jian Xiao listened and scolded; "Grandma's all followed Jimo, taking Jimo's people as a shield, didn't they?"

The sword will move: "I can't say that. Jimo Gui is a martial arts fighter, which is the responsibility that the people of Jimo Villa must undertake.

"Bah, there are all a group of shooting ghosts behind."

"Enough sword flute, let's go first. After all, most of the martial arts masters are here. Let everyone enter the tomb first. Jian Fengliu is actually really angry, but after all, he can't say it so much.

The swordsman turned the fire to the oil lamp on the wall, but found that it was not the same. Jian Fengliu took a look and said, "The oil in it is all dry. Let's go first." After saying that, Jian Fengliu took the lead and walked down the tunnel.

"Prince Yi, where will you go along this way?" Menghua Xianping looked around and said to Jian Fengliu, "Why do I feel that it is cool here?"

"According to the book, this tunnel leads to the burial area, and the other leads directly to the foot of the mountain." After saying that, Jian Fengliu strode to the tunnel.

Jian Xiao looked at it and muttered, "It's so dark, uncle, be careful of dark."