"Do you really think there is an entrance here?"

Wang Yan got off the horse and glanced around.

Zhang Ping asked him for instructions to come and try it out first, and Wang Yan was very impatient with this boy's slap in his heart.

"The department will take people to go with you. Handling a case is not a thief, you have to check in the spot first. You must report, manpower, and you have to turn back and forth, and how much time it takes. Don't worry, it's okay to make mistakes, and you won't be punished."

Immediately ordered the manpower, prepared the carriage and horse, and asked Zhang Ping again: "How far?"

Zhang Ping said: "It's not far."

What he said was indeed not bad, it was really not far from the ancient well tunnel. Zhang Ping rode a horse in front to lead the way, Wang Yan, Lan Jue, Wumei and the yamen guards who drove the chariots and dug the dirt were following behind. After less than two quarters of an hour, Zhang Ping stopped.

Wang Yan and everyone followed suit and Wumei climbed down from the cart full of iron chisel shovels, and Lan Jue also got off the horse.

There was still no news from Feng Tai. Wang Yanben advised him to go back to the county government or stay in the tent to rest. Lan Jue knew that he would be more aware of the oil and fire when he calmed down. He said, "This mystery really makes me curious. If I don't follow and see what happened, I'm afraid I can't sit still. In fact, compared to you, I'm still sleeping much."

Wang Yan also needs to prepare a car, and Lan Jue also said that it is enough to ride a horse.

"Just come out of the ground, the sun is so good, and I'm just going to have some sunshine."

As soon as the meal prepared by Xie Fu from the county government office was delivered, Lan Jue, Wang Yan, Zhang Ping, Wumei used the meal together, rode a horse and basked in the sun. At this point, he felt quite energetic.

He really wanted to know what else he would find.

Lan Jue looked up at the sun and calculated the location. This place should be the northwest of Cishou Village and belonged to the edge of the village. The place where they were located was a large empty field, with a large mill, a large stone mortar and a stone mill, which should be a common place for drying grain and pounding rice in the village. Zhang Ping stared at the warehouse on the edge of the empty field with his eyes fixed on the warehouse.

Wang Yan's entourage brought up a watching villager and asked what happened here. The villagers said: "When you say to everyone, this is a food drying place. The grain collected by each household will be collected first, and you can check it out."

Wang Yan said: "Then is a grain warehouse?"

The villagers replied again: "Report to the master, there are some hoes and ropes piled up with errands. The grain collected by the grass people was handed over to the county on the same day and transported it to the village, and it was not kept in the village."

Zhang Ping said: "How many years have this warehouse been here? Is it a land temple before?"

The villager said, "I don't know about this grass-roots man. When I was a child, I was a warehouse. But when I was a child, I heard that the old man called it a temple, maybe it was a land temple."

Wang Yan said: "This house doesn't look very old."

The villagers immediately kowtowed: "The master is very careful and this warehouse has been covered up again two years ago."

Wang Yan said: "How did it be rebuilt? Has the foundation been moved?"

The villagers said: "At first, the roof was replaced and the doors and windows were repaired. Later, it was so broken that it was removed and rebuilt."

At this time, the village chief had also arrived. Wang Yan's entourage led the villagers to retreat and rewarded him with a small piece of silver. The villagers repeatedly praised the kindness of the Minister of Justice and left excitedly.

The village chief crawled in front of Wang Yan, and Wang Yan said, "The case investigated by our department is nothing to do with you. Please open this warehouse." The village chief stood up and led everyone to the door of the warehouse.

Wang Yan asked the yamen runners to shovel the soil in the corner of the house, and the wall tiles under the soil are the same as those in the wall tiles.

The village chief said: "This warehouse was built decades ago, and it was not a good brick. Fortunately, the terrain here is high, and it cannot accumulate water when it rains. The roots of the house have not been fermented much, but it is almost impossible. The old man is not talented, and after being ordered to take care of this area, he made the decision to dig and renovate the foundation."

When the warehouse door was opened, there were indeed straw bags, wood, hoes, ropes, etc. Wang Yan stomped the ground, and the village chief said hurriedly: "The terrain here is high, and it cannot be water or tide-repelling, so there is no brick laying. However, the ground was newly tamped during renovation. The straw bags and thorn ropes were all covered with boards, and they will not rot."

Wang Yan glanced at Zhang Ping.

After being repaired so much, there should be no mechanism in this room.

Zhang Ping silently walked out of the warehouse and took out the compass.

The people watching from afar were immediately excited. The new magistrate who was familiar with yin and yang and learned magic. As soon as he took office, he personally held a ritual meeting in the yamen. It turned out to be true!

However, rumors also say that the methods practiced by the old gods of the magistrate Zhang and Cishou were different, and their magic powers were incompatible. The so-called one county cannot accommodate two gods. When the magistrate came, the grandma's temple caught fire. The imperial court was furious and regarded his grandma as an evil god and wanted to help Lord Zhang fight with his grandma.

I heard that the top of Cishou Mountain had been surrounded by officers and soldiers, my grandmother's divine coffin was dug up, and the Taoist men who served my grandmother's seat were also taken down.

The Minister of Justice led people to dig up the place where grandma's miracle appeared overnight.

Now, several adults and mages arrived here together. Could it be that they wanted to cut off grandma's foundation and spiritual veins in one fell swoop and swear to kill him and disappear?

The villagers saw that Magistrate Zhang held a compass in his hand and observed the celestial phenomena. A mage next to him opened a piece of paper for him. Magistrate Zhang pondered for a moment, as if he was calculating something. Later, his face was firm and his steps were calm, and he walked towards the woods behind the warehouse.

All the villagers stretched their necks, but were stopped by the people from the yamen and could not take a step forward. They could only look at Lord Zhang's figure sinking into the woods, with Lord Zhang's assistant minister and others following closely behind.

This is a big deal!

Cishou Village and this county have been blessed by my grandma over the years, and everything is safe. Will it be...

Everyone was either nervous or worried, feeling that the shadow in the forest was full of ominous aura.

Zhang Ping held the compass and walked and stopped in the woods. Wumei helped him hold the map and whispered: "A Ping, are you sure. If you follow the silk map that Mr. Liu borrowed you to compare with the direction of the innate hexagram, the ancient well is the Zhen position, and the opposite of Zhen is Xun. Li hexagram can also be interpreted as Li literally, and the Tianmen is open, which is equal to Qian..."

And here, based on the direction, it is Gen position. No explanation can be used, so why are you here?

Zhang Ping didn't say anything, Lan Jue next to him said, "Are you because of the hexagram?"

Zhang Ping turned his head and looked at Lan Jue, then lowered his eyes: "My sir is right."

Wang Yan frowned: "What kind of hexagram?"

Lan Jue raised his hand and drew several schedulings in his palm: "The hexagram of Zhen Gua can be regarded as a channel downward and leads to a wall. The hexagram of Gen Gua is exactly the opposite, and it can be regarded as a wall above and a corridor below."

Wang Yan said: "That's it?" Something is far-fetched.

Zhang Ping said: "Sir, I have seen other locations in comparison with the drawings of previous years. It is either the gathering places of private houses or the land of the official roads. This place was only here. It was once a land temple, but later it was a warehouse. There were also this wasteland forest, with many rocks underneath, so it was not suitable to cultivate and build a house."

Lan Jue nodded: "If there is another underground palace, it will inevitably be hidden and must be marked. Houses and houses are easy to be renovated, and roads are often built. However, ancestral temples and temples are generally not dared to easily occupy their land in the countryside. Even if they are renovated, they will be converted into warehouses at most. And they are generally next to the village, close to wasteland, and there are few families around them."

Wang Yan nodded and nodded: "I have always been annoyed by those divine things, but from this point of view, I have to go and see the Book of Changes."

Lan Jue smiled and continued to scan the surroundings.

Even the temples and temples are inevitable, people come and go or repair them. Zhang Ping should judge this by this that the land temple in the past and the warehouse in the present are just a landmark, and the real entrance is in this woodland.

In the innate hexagram, Gen is a mountain, which may be a relatively high place...

At this time, Zhang Ping suddenly stopped and then quickly walked towards someone.

Wang Yan frowned again, and then his eyes lit up. He also led the guards to walk towards the side, and Lan Jue smiled again.

The terrain was slightly taller, like a natural small slope with many large and small rocks, short shrubs or grasses, and no tall trees.

Wang Yan ordered the guards to dig the soil, open the screen and check it around, and stop somewhere.

There are not even low trees here, only withered vines and buds, and the ground is rugged and raised.

Wang Yan walked a long way and looked at it: "Well, it's not bad, it's very suspicious. Come and dig!" Several yamen runners immediately carried the guys around, digging up the soil layer, revealing several stacks of large stones, and some gravel filled them.

Wang Yan laughed: "It was obviously a pile of manpower and dug."

The yamen runners paved and pried away the small stones, dug out the large stones, moved the stones at the bottom away, and a guard used an iron drill to probe the soil layer below: "Sir, there is something underneath!" The yamen runners cheered up and waved shovels to reveal a stone slab with a yin and yang bipolar pattern engraved on it.

Wumei grabbed Zhang Ping's sleeve excitedly: "It really exists, it really exists!"

The yamen runners pried the stone slab, and Wang Yan waved his hand: "Dig it next to see if there are other mechanisms." Everyone continued to dig the soil, and the side of the stone slab was exposed, engraved with the same hexagram pattern as in the previous round hall of the underground palace.

Wang Yan said: "This is another set." Looking back at Zhang Ping and Lan Jue, "I really don't know how to press this, how do you press it?"

Zhang Ping said: "Dry."

Wang Yan leaned over and pressed the Qian hexagram, and the stone slab did not move. Wang Yan looked back and raised his eyebrows. Lan Jue stepped forward, pressed the yin and yang poles of the stone slab, and gently pushed the pattern moved.

Zhang Ping raised his hand: "Sir, this is Zhengnan."

Lan Jue looked at the direction he pointed, pushed the Yin-Yang fish's Yin-Yang Oscillations to the south, and with a click, a vibration came from his fingers.

Zhang Ping bowed to Wang Yan: "Sir, you can pry it out."

Wang Yan raised his eyebrows and waved his hand. Two yamen runners inserted crowbars into both sides of the stone slab and dug. This time, the stone slab was lifted up.

Under the stone slab, a square hole was exposed and a staircase was slid.
Chapter completed!