My Queen, you are naughty again

In a moment, Murong Yu took a deep breath, raised his feet to follow their footsteps and walked towards the back mountain together.

For a time, before dawn, the whole people of Xiangfo Temple got up and divided into two groups. One part was sent to look for people in the mountain, and the other part went to the back mountain with master Chunyi and master Jingxin.

Originally quiet and peaceful xiangfoshan has become panic and bewildered because of a fire.

As soon as you enter the back mountain, you can still see the black and burned mountain. The residue on the ground has not been cleaned up in time. From here, a layer of black soil residue is stained on your shoes, and the air is filled with a choking smell.

Wang Ching walked at the front, and next to Wang Hao was the next one, followed by the master of pure nature, and the others followed closely with the shovel.

"It's just ahead. Things are buried here. If we hadn't seen them last night, I don't know when it could be hidden." Wang Qing turned her head to master Chunyi as she walked forward.

When Yu Guang swept away to his master's meditation, he looked at the look of his face in the face, and then looked at the Siming monk with the shovel and the dead behind. His heart was full of anger. He swore in the heart and said that things must be found out. How can the fragrant Buddha Temple allow such a person to exist? Clenched his sleeves.

After a while, the eastern sky had been slightly flushed, and the sky was gradually brightened. The light fell through the gaps of the leaves above the head, forming a beam of light shining on the whole back mountain.

"That's it." Wang Hao took people to the front and looked at the deep pit not far away. Two wooden boxes with locks were sitting in the pit, and there was some falling soil on the top of the box.

There was no smell of blood in the air late at night, but some dark red blood could be found on the surrounding tree trunks, the soil under the feet and the grass.

Everyone looked at the two boxes in the pit. For a moment, they really didn't know what to say. Maybe they didn't dare to say anything before master Chunyi spoke.

Wang Qing saw the shovel of the little monk in the Ming Dynasty and no matter who he was or Miss Wang. He jumped into a pit and lifted the shovel in his hand, and smashed it against the lock.

Then, with a click, the lock fell to the ground.

Murong Yu took a look at Wang Hao, and they jumped in together, raised their hands and opened the box.

In an instant, everyone's eyes were the glittering gold ingots, neatly placed in the box. The light can even cover the sun from the sky.

"Master Chunyi, Xiangfo temple is the temple appointed by his father. Now there are such things, but it's hard to explain. Moreover, I'm afraid there are still some things in the temple that others don't know." Murong Yu's mouth lightly hooked, a pair of sword eyebrows slightly frowned, looked at master Chunyi and waited for him to speak.

Now Mo Rongrui and Chu Li have not been found in the mountain. In addition, the discovery of this kind of thing in the back mountain has really sounded an alarm to all people.

For a long time, master Chunyi's face was dignified, and his previous peaceful state no longer existed. His white eyebrows frowned into a Sichuan character. The Buddha beads that had been rotating in his hands also stopped, were grouped into a ball and held in the palm of his hand. The light emitted from the black pupils made people dare not look directly at him. The little monk standing behind him lowered his head and carefully dared not breathe loudly.

"Dig, since it was buried yesterday, there must be more than these two boxes. Even if the mountain is hollowed out, all of them should be dug out." master Chunyi's heavy voice is sonorous and powerful, which can't tolerate any doubt.

When the sound fell, the small monks who had shovel behind them ran to the direction of the mountain. When they passed by the box of gold, they looked back at two or three times, then hurried away to what they were whispering with the people around them.

The sun has all risen. The golden light emitted is like a girl's golden skirt, reflecting the blue sky and White Embroidery over the whole mountain. But even if the warm sun shines, the surrounding air is cold.

Then, master Chunyi swept all the people of the incense Buddha temple one by one, finally fell his eyes on the side of the meditation master, took a breath, turned the string of Buddha beads in his hand again, and said in a deep voice: "who does this matter have to do with? It's best to come to me tonight. If it's after tonight, even the incense Buddha Temple will have no place for you."

At the entrance of the back mountain, Chu Li stretched out, got up, moved his arms and legs, turned his head and looked at Mo Rongrui. He smiled awkwardly. Seeing the saliva marks left on his clothes, he hurried to him, wiped them with his sleeves, and said sheepishly, "nothing, nothing, just wash."

Murong Rui, who was standing in front of her, looked down at her, snorted coldly, and then said to her, "this material can't be washed off if it's stained with this print. If you wipe it again, it'll be another piece!"

Another one? Chu Li was stunned for a moment and quickly stopped his action. Looking at the trace just now, he was silly. He took back his hand with some embarrassment. As if nothing had happened, he walked towards the hole and said: "What's the big deal? It's just a dress. I'll get you another one tomorrow. There was blood on your dress last night. All right, all right, let's go quickly. It's not easy to go up."

After that, he went to the mouth of the cave, narrowed his eyes, looked up at the high invisible cliff, and then looked around. There was no way to go.

Chu Li's hands were stuck at his waist. His clothes and skirts had been torn one by one because of the fight last night and because he bandaged Mo Rongrui's wound. The sleeves of his left arm were out of shape. His slender arm was white and red. It was not like an ordinary daughter's house. On the contrary, the lines were smooth, slender and powerful.

Mo Rongrui, who had just come here, looked up at the cliff, snorted, looked at Chu Li slowly and said, "it's not easy for you to say at this height. If your two masters heard it, your heart would have been cold. Thanks to you being the disciple of Jianghu rogue saints and the leader of Lingyan gate."

Chu Li glanced at him, and Dai Mei frowned. There was a slight anger in his black eyes like the Pearl of the night. His hands were stuck in his waist, so he blurted out: "OK, I don't care. Come on. You go first?"

Seeing that Mo Rongrui choked himself twice when he got up early in the morning, he was a little unconvinced.