There is an Ancestral Temple in the Imperial Capital of Daqian. It was built after the death of Taizu Taizu of Daqian. It took thirty years to complete and covers an area of ​​10,000 acres. It is said that the golden body of Taizu enshrined in it cost one hundred thousand miles of gold!

The National Temple mentioned by Qian Feng is similar to the Imperial Ancestral Temple to a certain extent. It is also an ancestral temple dedicated to Taizu of Daqian. However, the scale does not need to be too large. However, one thing is that the golden body of Taizu needs to be located in the Sifangcheng of Tai'a County. The clay under the door was shaped, and on the day the temple was completed, it was inspired with the official seal!

In this way, the national temple can unite the people's strength and national destiny, and suppress evil spirits!

It sounds really simple.

But Li Mu felt that there was something fishy in it. This was not because he was sensitive, but because he had a problem with the county magistrate, and he couldn't help but speculate on people's hearts with the worst possible malice.

Lin Zhihe waited for Qian Feng to finish explaining, then smiled and said, "With the help of Inspector Qian, the national temple has been successfully completed in the past few days, and the golden body of Taizu has been put in place, just waiting for your official seals to be activated! "

Official seal?!

Could it be that the trouble lies in the official seal?

Li Mu asked Chen Pingan next to him in a low voice, but he didn't know the secret.

"Everyone, we will gather at the South City Gate tomorrow at six o'clock to set off, climb the mountain at noon, open the national temple, and suppress the death pit!" Lin Zhihe raised his glass, "Tonight, we will not return until we are drunk!"

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At the beginning of Haishi.

The banquet is over.

Three fat men, Li Mu and Chen Pingan, were bathing in the moonlight and helped each other back to the post house.

"Brother Li, today, today, you and I feel like old friends at the first sight. Why don't we hold candles and talk at night, how about a heart-to-heart talk?" Chen Ping'an opened his mouth with a big tongue, smelling of alcohol.

Yang Xiuqing and Wu An cheered loudly, and even clamored to marry Jinlan. From now on, they should be sisters!

What a ghost... Li Mu calmly opened the fat man's hands and said: "These brothers are drunk, please go back to your room and rest."

He waved his hand to summon the fat men's followers and asked them to take them back to their rooms.

Soon, the courtyard of the post house became quiet.

"Sir." From the shadow, the groom walked out quickly.

"Let's talk about it when we go back to the room." Li Mu strode back to the room.

After entering the house, the groom said: "Sir, my subordinates are fortunate to have fulfilled their orders and found the place where the bandits died."

He told Li Mu that he found a veteran in the afternoon, drank some wine, and he tried everything.

"Back then, after the officers and soldiers wiped out the bandits, they buried the enemy's body in the forest a hundred meters away in the southwest," the groom said.

Li Mu smiled and said: "In other words, the place where the bandit died is a hundred meters northeast of the cemetery!"

"Your Excellency is wise!" The groom handed over his hand.

Li Mu glanced at him and found that this guy had been flattering him all the way. Well, he has a future!

You have to find something for him to do.

He thought for a while and said: "Yang Ma, tomorrow the Japanese official will go to Nanshan with the county governor to open the national temple with the official seal. Go and find out if there is anything fishy in this."

"Yes, sir!" The groom took the order and left.

It was late at night, and Li Mu had no intention of sleeping. After practicing for a while, he kept reciting "Song of Righteousness" silently to cultivate the awe-inspiring energy in his chest. Tomorrow he was going to Nanshan, where there was a lot of ghosts. It would be nice to have a little more awe-inspiring energy.

The next morning.

Li Mu met up with three fat men, mounted the official horse of the post house, and rushed to the south gate.

Not long after, the county guard Lin Zhihe, the county lieutenant Zhao Binhong, the inspection envoy Qian Feng, the chief historian Qiu Zhao, and seven judges arrived on horseback.

"Everyone, let's go." Lin Zhihe has a tall and handsome black horse with four snow-white hooves, like stepping on white clouds. In the previous dynasty, this kind of white-hoofed black horse was very popular among dignitaries. Together with the other five kinds of horses, it was called the Six Jun!

Zhao Binhong has a white horse under his crotch. His body is full of strong tendons and is full of prowess. He is clearly a war horse.

The rest of the horses are also the best of the best.

Li Mu looked at the official horse under his crotch and saw that it was malnourished.

He looked at the three fat horses again, and saw that their hooves were already weak.

The group of people drove their horses forward. After twenty miles, Nanshan Mountain was already in sight.

Li Mu looked into the distance and found that the sky above Nanshan was covered with dark clouds, weighing heavily on the top of Nanshan!

Ten miles further, the wind howled like an ice knife scraping bones!

Li Mu felt the familiar chill again, and it was even worse than the chill given to him by the will-o'-the-wisp!

After ten miles further, ghosts were crying and wolves were howling, the horses under everyone's legs began to stir uneasily, neighing continuously, and people stood up.

Li Mu immediately circulated Haoran Qi and gently caressed the official horse under his crotch.

"Sneeze~~" Guan Ma snorted twice and gradually became quiet.

He looked to both sides and saw that the three fat men had fallen off their horses. The county guard and others were also calming down the horses, but unfortunately the effect was limited. Only Qian Feng, after Li Mu, also successfully calmed down his horses.

The rest of them were all killed in the end.

Lin Zhihe glanced at Li Mu with a vague look. He knew that Qian Feng's natal mentality was to 'subdue demons', which evolved from the Taoist scriptures. It was easy to get rid of ghosts and appease the horses, but what about Li Mu?

According to the information currently available, this guy's natal mind should be related to swords, and it is most likely a sword scripture. Otherwise, how could he be able to fight one against a hundred with his sword energy on the battlefield?

But if it is a sword scripture, how can one use a sword to control a horse?

Moreover, it can be faster than Qian Feng!

He couldn't figure it out.

"Everyone, let's go there on foot." Chief Shi Qiu Zhao suggested.

Qian Feng nodded, glanced at Li Mu, then turned over and dismounted.

This trip requires the official seals of the county governor and four county magistrates, so it would be useless for Li Mu and him to arrive early.

Li Mu naturally followed the good and followed the flow.

"Brother Li, how did you do that?" Chen Pingan and several fat men came over, curious about how Li Mu kept the horse from being frightened. After all, this was a 'ghost cry', let alone a horse. People like them heard it

, they are all frightened and chilled!

"Maybe it's because my horse is very spiritual," Li Mu said.

When Lin Zhihe heard this, his heart suddenly moved, and he quickly gave Chief Shi Qiu Zhao a look: The Maben County Sheriff wants it!

Qiu Zhao nodded calmly: Okay!

After walking ten miles, we arrived at Nanshan.

At the foot of the mountain, hundreds of county soldiers were guarding the area, each wearing iron clothes and holding spears. They gathered together in neat formations, with firm and cold faces.

Li Mu looked over and could faintly see a stream of blood gathering above their heads.

The county lieutenant Zhao Binhong next to him smiled and said: "These are the elite soldiers under my command. They have unparalleled blood and bravery, so they can gain a foothold in Nanshan!"

Here, the sound of ghost cries is close to your ears, disturbing people's minds all the time. Ordinary people will go crazy if they stand for a long time, go crazy and kill people. Only bloody warriors can garrison here!

"Changes will happen later. Let's go up the mountain as soon as possible." Qian Feng said.

Everyone did not dare to be careless and immediately climbed the mountain.

The cries of ghosts on the mountain became more and more manic, and even practitioners felt uneasy. Qian Feng was busy reciting Taoist scriptures to bless everyone.

They were all practitioners, and their bodies were strong under the nourishment of spiritual energy. Any steep terrain was as smooth as walking on the ground. In less than half an hour, they reached the mountainside.

At this time, the National Temple was in sight, which was about the size of a local temple. Lin Zhihe introduced that the National Temple was built with three 500-year-old elm trees as the main beams.

You can see that behind the national temple is the death pit, which is half a mile long and five meters wide. The crack is uneven, like a devil's mouth. It is pitch black inside, and there is a trace of ghostly air permeating out, connecting with the black clouds above, like a line.
Chapter completed!