Anti-grave robbery: scare away Jin Xiaowei at the beginning

Chapter 477 Father is kind and son is filial piety, a model of the times

"Uncle Three!"

In the hotel, Wu Xie sat up abruptly.

On Wu Xie's forehead, drops of sweat dripped down.

Wu Xie looked at the snow falling outside the window, a little hesitant, why did this ominous omen appear?
I just saw that Wu Sansheng opened his hand and frantically asked him for help.

He was surrounded by a group of blood-colored figures, and he was carried into the unknown depths.

This bad premonition made Wu Xie feel uncontrollable.

No, I must report this matter to the Lord!
Just when Wu Xie was about to contact Xu Ming, Baidi's spiritual thoughts first appeared in Wu Xie's mind.

"Wu Xie, is Wu Sansheng with you?"

Xu Ming's opening sentence made Wu Xie puzzled, but Wu Xie quickly responded, "No, no, third uncle found a tomb, and took people into the water to see the tomb."

Baidi didn't speak.

Wu Xie said again, "Bai, Baidi, I had a bad dream just now, I saw my third uncle being carried away by a group of red evil spirits, also, I couldn't see clearly, my third uncle was reaching out to me Please help, Baidi, do you see?"

Baidi replied, "Not only you feel it, but I also feel it."

Wu Xie was taken aback, "Baidi, do you mean that the third uncle really encountered an accident?"

Xu Ming didn't speak, but said, "This matter may be more troublesome than we thought. I need to make a long-term plan. I will inform you when there is news."

Consciousness broke, and Baidi's divine sense disappeared.

Wu Xie sat there, motionless, and his mentality became more and more unstable. According to Wu Xie's understanding of Wu Sanxing, if the third uncle entered the tomb, it was equivalent to entering the home court. How could something happen to the third uncle?
Even if something really happened, it would be possible to get out of the body!
But this time, why did something happen?He also asked for a warning in a dream.

This gave Wu Xie a vague premonition.

Could it be that this time it was a conspiracy?
Is a certain force going to get rid of the third uncle?

Imagine that the two most powerful assistants of the third uncle, Poker Fing, went home to visit his relatives, and now their whereabouts are unknown.

Black Glasses and Emperor Jiajing's subordinate Yang Jinshui are still eating and drinking in the Western Sea.

Hu Bayi, the only assistant, happened to be a traitor.

At this moment, there are almost no masters under the third uncle who can be alone.

But at this time, a tomb appeared.

The third uncle's resistance to the tomb can be said to be negative. Under such circumstances, the third uncle's situation is unimaginably weak.

Just when Wu Xie was thinking about whether to go down the glacier down the river to find his third uncle.

The phone rang.

Wu Xie hurriedly picked up the phone, and an unfamiliar number was displayed on it.

Wu Xie turned on the phone, and there was a burst of noisy and chaotic sounds from the opposite side.

There was the metallic sound of weapons clashing.

The howl of someone being knocked to the ground.

You can faintly hear the Buddhist scriptures chanting.

A sharp gasp.

Wu Xie held the phone and said coldly, "Who! Talk!"

The person on the opposite side said bluntly, "I'm your father!"

Wu Xie was in a mess at the moment, and said angrily, "I'm still your father! Get the fuck out of me!"

After a sentence was sprayed out, the opposite side seemed to be sprayed.

Five seconds later, there was a pleasant laughing sound from the opposite side.

"Haha! Old dog Wu, your son said he was your father! What's going on?"

"The way I see it, I guess it's you who call me daddy, and I call you brother, and count each one!"

"Brother, it's disgraceful, it's embarrassing!"

Wu Xie's hand holding the phone trembled a little.

The cold wind from outside the window howled and blew across his cheeks, and Wu Xie's manic mood calmed down under the blowing of the cold wind.

On the other side, well, it seems that he is really his father.

Wu Xie thought about the scene when he met his father countless times, and he also simulated it countless times in his heart.

Hugging and crying, father and son love each other deeply.

Or sprinkle salt on the wound and be indifferent to each other.

He even considered confrontation by force, filial piety under the stick.

But this scene, the scene of directly beating his father, Wu Xie hasn't thought about it yet.

Just when Wu Xie was at a loss with his mobile phone, Wu Yiqiong suppressed his anger and roared from the opposite side, "Cub! I'll give you 10 minutes to come to the abandoned meteorological station in Daxianbei Mountain ten miles away! If it takes more than 1 minute , I will definitely break your leg!"

As soon as the voice fell, the phone hung up.

The abandoned weather station in Daxianbei Mountain ten miles away.

This weather station, Wu Xie knows, before, the Federal Meteorological Administration has been here for a period of time to detect the glacier meteorological environment data, and established a temporary one at the entrance of the Daxianbei Mountain closest to the northwest foothills, which is also the northwest wind outlet of the Daxianbei Mountain. Stationed at the camp, and later the people from the Meteorological Department left.

That place was then abandoned.

Why are daddy and the others in that place!

Wu Xie didn't think much, went downstairs to find a snowmobile, and roared towards the northwest wind.

At this moment, at the foot of the northwest foot of the Great Xianbei Mountain.

In the twelfth lunar month of winter, the snow wind roared, and the wind strength was close to level ten.

And under such a powerful wind howling, at a glance, dozens of poor lamas with half of their body naked fell in disorder on the snow.

The three uninvited guests walked towards the temporary camp on snowflakes.

Among the three, the one on the left is holding a long-faced arhat cat with a warm smile.

The one in the middle had a cold face, and his pupils were full of anger.

The man on the right is dressed in a Taoist robe, with a beard fluttering leisurely, with an indescribably immortal demeanor.

These three people are none other than Yang Yiqiong, the mountain-moving Taoist who broke through the barriers with Baidi Xu Ming in Jincoffin Village and Lingzhou City, Wu Yiqiong, the old nine sect, and Zhang Xiaozhuan, the master of Mojin Patriarch.

And it is definitely not an ordinary person who can make the three of them stand up like this.

From the lingering lama monks on the ground, it can be seen that these people inside are the monks of the Snow Mountain Lama Temple who followed Wu Sansheng all the way to the Snow Mountain Da Xianbei.

The three of them were getting closer and closer to the weather station, and a Buddha's cry came from the weather station, "Amitabha, what enmity between the three benefactors and the poor monk, why are they facing each other so much?"

Wu Yiqiong in the middle said, "You shouldn't have come to this weather station!"

The door of the abandoned weather station opened, and a dark-skinned middle-aged monk came out from behind the broken iron door. The middle-aged monk was more than two meters tall and had a burly figure. Like other lamas, he was wearing a golden Buddhist cassock that half covered his upper body. His biceps were as strong as a horned dragon, his facial features were plain, and his eyes were firm. "Is this weather station owned by the benefactor?"

Wu Yiqiong said, "Whether the weather station is mine or not, the thunder tapes in the weather station can prove it!"

The middle-aged monk said, "The benefactor is full of murderous looks, it seems that it is not because of a few tapes! Besides, those tapes, hehe, are just the sound of the great road. I have heard a lot of them on the snow-capped mountains. I just want to see it." What about the Central Plains?"

Yang Yipong beside him said, "Stop talking nonsense, monk, let me ask you, why are you here? Why did my junior brother's third younger brother entrust him with a dream just now, and he encountered an accident, did you do it?" !"

The middle-aged Lama monk Jianshuo laughed, "What did we do? If we want to do it, can Wu Sansheng make it to Da Xianbei Mountain alive? As for what happened to Wu Sansheng, the poor monk doesn't know. I would like to send a message to the three, My Buddha's compassion does not mean that my Buddha is cowardly, if you are aggressive again, don't blame the poor monk for being ruthless!"

"After all, we still have to fight!" Mr. Zhang lazily patted the Arhat cat on top of his head, "Work!"

(End of this chapter)