Under the moonlit night, two figures hurriedly followed an uncertain shadow, and soon crossed out of the Netherworld Alley, and disappeared from sight of the ancient city.

The two of them walked through a desolate and helpless group of tombs, their footsteps quick and regular, and they were startled by the wild crow and old fox hiding in the cave under the monument.

Jiang Wen was very sure this time that the thing not far ahead did not rely on the sky silk to pull it, so he made all kinds of strange actions.

The opponent is truly moving like a ghost, his posture is beyond all martial arts conventions, his stiff joints are motionless, and his whole body is as if it is running on a film, being pulled forward frame by frame.

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Chasing ghosts under the moon.

These four words suddenly appeared in Jiang Wen's mind.

He only felt that his current behavior was ridiculous, actually racing with a corpse with an almost severed head. But the figure not far away in front of him was somewhat familiar, and Feng Daoshang, who was traveling with him, gritted his teeth and refused to stop for a moment.

, Jiang Wen had no choice but to continue chasing.

The two of them chased it for two miles. The thing in front of them suddenly disappeared and evaporated out of thin air. With their eyes fixed on it, it suddenly disappeared into the air.

Feng Daode stopped suddenly. His face was full of veins that were boiling with internal energy but had been forcibly suppressed. He looked at Jiang Wen in disbelief.

But at this time, except for a strange smell wafting in the biting cold wind, there was no evidence to prove that what the two of them were chasing really existed.

In response to this, Jiang Wen could only stop and shrug, saying that he knew nothing about everything in front of him-the two of them, one is the current head of the martial arts giant Wudang Clan, and the other is recognized by even the head of the Wudang Clan.

A top expert not only chased a ghost in vain for a long time, but actually lost it in the end?

"Master Feng, were we not dazzled just now?" Jiang Wen stepped forward and carefully inspected the surrounding land, confirming that there were no hidden tunnels and that the other party had indeed disappeared.

Feng Daode seemed a little sullen about chasing the lost man, and seemed to be worried about other things. He frowned and said with a sideways glance.

"My strange power is causing chaos, and I am silent. Director Jiang, you won't tell anyone what happened tonight, right?"

To this day, Feng Daode still arrogantly only calls Jiang Wen Taoist Master, refusing to acknowledge his identity as the leader of the humble Wuyi Sect - maybe in his eyes, he can't be called the leader no matter what.

It is one of the most famous sects in the world.

This is not only his own matter, but also a face issue for the Wu-Tang Clan.

But this title seemed very strange at this time. The two of them were either Taoist priests or dressed as Taoist priests. There really was no qualification for them to be silent about ghosts and gods.

Jiang Wen glared at him, thinking that this man's idol had too much burden, and turned to look at the surrounding environment, trying to confirm where he was.

Judging from the direction, they should have run a few miles to the southwest. At this time, they stopped and looked, and there was a dark mountain lurking to the north. In the dark, it looked like there were many strange trees and jagged rocks, just like an invisible mountain.

The majestic giant beast with a clear view lay dormant in the darkness, observing them silently.

Fortunately, there is a winding stretch of city wall at the foot of the mountain that can be identified, and you can vaguely see the thatched grass on the top of the city, replacing the long-defunct city wall sentries, guarding the ancient battlements for a long time.

"The southern city wall is deserted. It seems that it has strayed into the scope of Jiuxian Mountain."

Feng Daode pondered for a moment and said slowly, "The three mountains and two towers are where the Geng family and the imperial court's Chen Bing compete. They are the most heavily guarded, so it's best not to get close."

But Jiang Wen didn't think so.

He touched his chin and pointed to a brightly lit place not far away: "Master Feng's words are wrong. The situation in the city is strange now, so isn't the most heavily guarded place where treasures are most likely to appear?"

Jiang Wen knew very well that all the Qing soldiers in the Fuzhou government office were mobilized. Even the monk Yankong no longer stayed in charge, and went to Fuzhou city to raid the big houses, and to block the mountains and seas, it was obvious that he had some ulterior motives.

At this time, there was a temple not far away that was brightly lit and heavily guarded. There was also the vague outline of a tall tower, which was as obvious as a louse on a bald head. Why didn't he go and join in the fun?

Feng Daode looked at him with a worried expression: "I said I won't go. Besides, Jiuxian Mountain is right in front of you. You don't plan to go up the mountain?"

"Don't worry. If the other party really wants to kill her, the body of Our Lady of the Red Lotus is now completely cold. What should I do while it's still hot? I might as well watch the excitement first."

Jiang Wen waved his hand and said indifferently, "It's you, Master Feng...how do you know that the "Nine Nether Scriptures" you are looking for will not be in that temple?"

After saying that he started to use Qinggong, he stood up and left, regardless of the expression of Feng Daode behind him.

Then just as Jiang Wen expected, Feng Daode hesitated again and again, but still followed.

This Buddhist temple is located at the west foot of Jiuxian Mountain. You can see the three characters "Dingguang Temple" from a distance. The temple walls on both sides are embedded with the temple edicts of "Broadness of Love" and "Dharma for the World". However, the buildings and gates are in dilapidated condition.

There are still a few main halls that are supported and have not collapsed. The green flagstones in the temple are covered with grass and desolate. They are all old and yellow after the autumn.

"This is the Zen courtyard where Wang Shenzhi, the king of Fujian, built the White Pagoda of Dingguang Duobao to repay his kindness during the reign of Emperor Tianyou of the Tang Dynasty. Unfortunately, during the Jiajing period, most of the temples were destroyed by Japanese invaders, and they are still unable to repair them. I don't know what the Qing government is looking for here.

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Perhaps to ease the embarrassment, Feng Daode whispered to himself, just loud enough for Jiang Wen to hear clearly.

And Jiang Wen had no time to laugh at his harsh words at this time. He was staring closely at the Qing court officials who were busy coming in and out. At this time, the civilian workers were carrying out baskets of gravel and rubble. The outlying sentries were also tired and tired, so they happened to give

They both have an opportunity.

The two of them walked around the temple and found that it seemed to be a strict place, but it was actually solid on the outside but empty on the inside. To the north, there was a section of the courtyard wall that leaned against the mountain. It was the lowest built and had the fewest people. There were also miscellaneous trees for hiding, so people were mingling.

On this occasion, he climbed over the outer wall of the monastery and sneaked into the courtyard.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! The lights in Dingguang Temple were brightly lit. As soon as Jiang Wen stepped into the temple, he looked up and saw a majestic white pagoda standing with seven floors and octagonal momentum. Dougong and lintels on each floor,

The pillars, beams and railings are all carefully carved, which is very inconsistent with this long-dilapidated Zen temple.

There are holes excavated all around the base of the tower, and even the white stone brick foundation is pried up, and the blue bricks are broken. It seems that they are eager to find something, without caring about the precarious foundation. So that the heavy and solemn body of the gratitude tower is now.

All have tilts visible to the naked eye.

The place sent by the Qing court to guard was further ahead. Only occasional people passed by the White Pagoda. It looked like it was definitely not the work of the Qing court...

"This was done by the Geng family? What disease did they commit?" Jiang Wen was extremely shocked.

Feng Daode was also silent for a moment: "People say that the Geng family is conducting a large-scale search among the three mountains and two towers. I thought it was an exaggeration. Now it seems that it is still very embellished..."

Jiang Wen poked Feng Daode with his elbow: "Master Feng, what do you think the Geng family is looking for?"

Feng Daode calmly moved half a step to the side and wiped the dust off his night clothes.

"The two families are competing for positions very closely, so what the Geng family is looking for is not far from what the Qing court wanted. They should both be looking for the body of the emperor of the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms."

"Emperor?"

"It's just a sacrifice worshiped by the people of Fujian. At the beginning, Huizong of Fujian worshiped Ruo as the true god and claimed that all his prayers and requests would be answered. As a result, the whole country was in chaos and died in Wuyue in a hurry."

Feng Daode briefly explained some of the key points, and was unwilling to mention the old strange things in Jiuxian Mountain again. He recited "Yuanshi Tianzun said the Northern Zhenwu Miaojing" alone and walked forward without looking back.

The two of them jumped to the top of the temple one after the other, and quietly moved southward from the north courtyard of Dingguang Temple, gradually approaching the Buddhist temple in the south where the lights were more brilliant.

Jiang Wen and Feng Daode lurked on a roof with raised eaves and watched for a quarter of an hour. They found that the main hall had been demolished to pieces, and only half of the Buddhist hall was still standing there. The degree of destruction was worse than that done by the Geng family.

It was even more serious. Even the bottom of the blue brick sill outside the palace was turned over several times and three feet of ground was dug.

The lights here are bright, leaving no shadow to hide. However, many people come in and out, carrying earth and stones, but no one dares to approach the half-broken Buddhist hall, as if there is some savage beast locked inside.

"The Qing court is clearly trying to bring things to an end. If there is anything, it must be hidden in that palace."

Feng Daode's eyes shone brightly and he said without refutation. He immediately waited for an opportunity to leap over the eaves, lifted up a few roof tiles and hung down from the beams, and quietly entered this ruined palace that everyone kept at a distance from.

The ruins of the main hall were cleaned and filled with ancient relics that the Qing government had dismantled and looted from the various halls of Dingguang Temple. Stones and wood were piled up separately. From the recently excavated ancient monuments, stone troughs and stone foundations abound, and even the Buddha

The wooden works of the palace are all hidden in it. The shapes are slanted, the eyes are raised, the mouth is curved, the bottom of the beam is raised?, the top of the beam is rolled up, and the shape is unusually quiet and ancient.

When Jiang Wen subsequently sneaked in, Feng Daode was already searching carefully among the piles of antiquities and had no time to care about anything else.

So Jiang Wen looked around by himself, and the first thing that caught his eye were some unique statues, such as the Maitreya Bodhisattva, a female statue with distinctive Tantric style that is rare in the Han Dynasty, and a one-armed monk statue covered with traces of earth.

The statue has its eyes closed, holding its palms, and its lips slightly parted, which is also lifelike.

Jiang Wen has seen many broken-armed Buddha statues, but not many one-armed statues. He couldn't help but look at it a few more times. Then he walked into another pile of stones and saw a ruined monument from a monastery, telling the story of this statue.

The whole story.

The stele says that it is the story of a former eminent monk in Dingguang Temple.

In the previous dynasty, there was a long drought in Fuzhou City, and the seedlings were not growing. A famous wandering monk, named Yishu, said he was willing to enter the temple to pray for rain. However, his appearance was sloppy and his words were crazy, so the monks refused to allow him.

Monk Yishou made a great wish and cut off his arm with a knife on the spot, shocking everyone. Then he sat in a pile of wood in front of the temple, chanted sutras and prayed for rain day and night, and ordered that if there was no rain in three days, he would be burned to death.

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Seeing this, Jiang Wen took a breath, what a cruel person.

Three days later, when the appointed time came, the flames of the pyre had just risen. Suddenly, heavy rain fell and the pyre was extinguished. Monk Yishou walked out of the pyre calmly, and even the injury to his broken arm had healed.

Since then, he locked himself in a woodshed in Dingguang Temple, chanting sutras day and night, and never talked to anyone. He burned lamps and candles day and night and was filled with smoke, but the temple clearly never provided him with more lamp oil.

Monk Yishou lived in seclusion in the city like this until one night during a thunderstorm, he shouted three times and passed away quietly on the rocks. In order to commemorate his magical power, pilgrims from Dingguang Temple funded the construction of this statue, and in Yishou

The "Fayu Hall" was built above the woodshed where the monk passed away.

Just after reading the stone tablet, Jiang Wen was still full of doubts. He saw Feng Daode holding his beard with a devilish look on his face and staring at a corner of a certain stone ancient object. Then he reached out his hand tremblingly and slowly lifted the stone.

He opened the coarse cloth covering it.

The coarse cloth has fallen off. The ancient stele has an imperial calligraphy by Zhao Gou, Emperor Gaozong of the Song Dynasty. The whole body is embossed with cloud patterns. There are two lines of seal script in the middle of the forehead of the stele, "The Imperial Letter of Emperor Guangyao and Shou Sheng Taishang". It is decorated with thunder patterns on the circumference, engraved with fire beads, and clouds and dragons on both sides.

, it is a pity that the inscription is completely lost and unclear, and only the small inscription "Deoksugden Book" and a square seal remain.

With Feng Daode's exertion, a majestic ancient stele suddenly showed its true appearance in the dim hall. The most eye-catching thing is the powerful characters in front of the stele - "Mr. Yanshan's Shinto Stele"!

"The tombstone of Governor Skull is actually hidden under Dingguang Temple!"

The Shinto stele refers to the stone tablet standing in front of the tomb that records the life of the deceased. It mostly records the life of the deceased, his contributions, etc. And the skull prefect Shinto stele found by Feng Daode is not the tombstone of Huang Shang, the prefect of the former Song Dynasty?!

Jiang Wen was also greatly surprised. He patted the thick body of the monument and felt the coldness on his fingertips.
To be continued...