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Wen Leyang's face was gloomy, and he immediately ran over and stretched out his hand to start digging. Just like Ah Dan, seventeen clansman corpses were found at the foot of Mount Emei. Now he is repeating the same trick, still at the foot of Jiuding Mountain. It's strange that Wen Leyang is not in a hurry.
As soon as his fingers touched the seemingly hard rocks, Wen Leyang's heart sank. Just like the unknown slopes of Mount Emei, the soil and rocks were soft and suitable for sowing.
Mr. Wen Si waved his hand, and people from the dead font came over to help. After a while, a corpse that had not started to rot and had just died was exhumed.
Wen Leyang breathed a heavy sigh of relief. He didn't know the deceased. He was not a member of the Wen family.
A face that should have been delicate and handsome was deformed by extreme convulsions. His orifices and between the fingernails were covered with thick mud, and his limbs were twisted uncoordinatedly. As soon as the body was brought out, there was a soft clang, and a shining flying sword fell from the deceased's arms.
The dead man continued his work and soon dug out several other corpses. A total of eight dead people, like the disciples of the Wen family who died in Mount Emei, were buried alive vertically. Among the eight people, there were five Taoist priests and three Ordinary people, except for an old Taoist priest, are all handsome young people.
Eight of them showed no sign of decay.
The dead man had no respect for the corpses of outsiders, so he took off his clothes and searched for his belongings on the spot. Mr. Wen smiled slightly and cupped his hands to the Luo family: "Let the children investigate these things, let's go up the mountain!"
The six old men from the two families had been imprisoned together for several months. Although they kept quarreling, they were already familiar with each other and there was no need to be polite when speaking. Uncle Luo shook his head and made no secret of his intention: "There is no rush to go up the mountain. , Go up the mountain after you figure it out, otherwise you will feel uncomfortable thinking about it."
The deceased's belongings were placed next to the body. Except for mobile phones and wallets, the personal belongings were flying swords, charms, elixir bottles, jade pendants, etc. None of them were modern people's personal equipment. Wen Tunhai was supported by the junior. He picked up a jade pendant, with a gloomy expression on his face: "It's... Dingyang Palace, the group of Taoist priests who went up the mountain before were all carrying this thing."
The battery of the mobile phone is still full.
There is a conflict between Dingyang Palace and the Wen family. Wen Leyang was the instigator. He is now sniping the baby face in the red leaf forest. This subsequently led to massive revenge from this cultivation sect. Now he was confused. Dazedly, he took a carrot from Xiao Yi's hand. The problem is there are too many.
Wen Leyang replaced one of his cousins. Supporting the uncle: "Uncle, after going up the mountain, I have to ask the Taoist priests for half of the time. In the end..."
Wen Tunhai shrugged his shoulders. As a result, the wound was affected. He grimaced in pain and said, "The trial can't be continued. They are all dead. These bastards tried to escape the day before yesterday. In the end, they violated the prohibition on the mountain. The corpses are now rotten into mud."
Wen Leyang was shocked: "They're all... dead?!"
The second master smiled sinisterly from behind him: "These people went to the village to kill and injure Wen disciples. They will die sooner or later. They will not survive."
Suddenly, a woman's voice, slightly stiff and dull, sounded from the pile of dead people.
“youhaveaninnetinnet… (Compared with English, the spelling method can only be regarded as childish.)
Wen Leyang was startled, and after a moment of reaction, he realized, damn, it was a cell phone ringtone.
Someone immediately picked up the mobile phone. Six old men and an uncle plus Wen Leyang and two girls gathered around. A text message was opened on the dead Taoist priest's mobile phone: "I accidentally injured a fellow Taoist on Mount Emei. Please apologize. I will give eight coins to my enemies, praying for their acceptance."
Wen Tunhai snorted, dialed a number on his mobile phone, and told the other party the number of the caller: "Check for me immediately, the account name of this number, hurry up!"
Wen Leyang thought about it for a while, and also called the Good Demon-Destroying Monk of the Great Compassion Temple. Xiao Keba answered the call. Wen Leyang told the story exactly. It was not a small matter. A total of more than 20 people died on the mountain and down the mountain. Needless to say, Dingyang Palace will also settle this bad debt on Jiuding Mountain. If not, it may lead to a reputation of colluding with demons.
Wen Leyang's biggest mistake was that after he finished telling the story, he was afraid that the little monk Xisheng wouldn't remember it, so he asked him to repeat it. He almost followed his grandfather home, and the little monk hadn't finished repeating it yet... After hanging up the phone, Wen Leyang also stuttered a little.
Not long after arriving on the mountain, Wen Tunhai received a reply. The phone had been stolen not long ago and he had not had time to report the loss.
Wen Leyang's mind was full of confusion now. The more he thought about it, the less he understood it. But Mr. Wen slapped him hard on the shoulder and said with a smile: "Don't think about it if you don't understand it. Sooner or later, the truth will come out! Wen Bucao In more than two thousand years, there has never been a drop of blood shed in vain! Tun Hai, go down and bring out the scrambled eggs, stewed mutton, and the wild ginseng and tiger bone Seven Sages wine we brewed! Today our Wen family will entertain distinguished guests... "
That night, the Luo family all got angry.
After dinner, other unrelated people went to rest. In the village chief's house, only the four old men Wen, the two old men Luo, Wen Tunhai and Wen Leyang were left.
There was also a plate of carrots on the table. Wen Leyang was flattered. He defended the red leaf forest, captured Dingyang Palace, and rescued people in Mount Emei. These events have made him one of the core figures of the Wen family.
Mr. Wen didn't mention the matter of Dingyang Palace at all, and asked the two leaders of the Luo family: "Have you not paid attention to Qiniang Mountain in these years?"
Mr. Luo shook his head: "Those seedlings are almost the same as raw ones, who has the time to care about them!"
Second Master Luo also spoke sarcastically: "Good work comes from hard work. The boys on Crow Ridge are busy practicing every day. The secret skills left by Master Tuo Xie cannot be wasted."
Mr. Wen laughed out loud and said: "Pull it down, you are still picking up steamed buns in the yard to eat, and you don't even know how to peel off the steamed buns."
Uncle Luo slapped the table, his face full of displeasure: "Old drug lord, stop talking nonsense, just say what you want to say!"
Mr. Wen restrained his smile: "Our three families have not had much friendship in the past two thousand years. We live our own lives. Originally, we didn't pay attention to Qiniang Mountain, but four years ago, something strange happened." As the old man said, Standing up, the bamboo pole began to dig out things under his bed.
This was how the black jade incense cauldron was taken out, and Wen Leyang finally understood that his uncle had hidden all the important things about Wen Bucao under the bed.
This time it was a small box, with a piece of bamboo the size of a cigarette box lying quietly inside. It was yellow in color and had some cracks on it. It looked like it had been there for a while.
Uncle Luo was stunned when he saw the bamboo slices and glared at Old Mrs. Wen: "What are you doing with this thing?"
Mr. Wen smiled slightly: "This is not mine."
"Whose...Miao...is that?!" Uncle Luo had a look of disbelief in his eyes.
Wen Leyang scratched the back of his head painfully from the side. What did they say? (Quanben Novel Network www.qUAnbEn-xIaosHuo.com)