The moment the three black figures flashed past, the beggar suddenly trembled slightly and murmured: "Will...will..."
"What?" Hu Jianjun stopped thinking about checking the information. Hearing the beggar speak, he asked curiously.
Others also looked over.
The beggar kept repeating "general, general", but could not say any other words.
Everyone shook their heads, thinking that the beggar was out of his mind.
After searching for more than two hours, Wu Xie finally relaxed his frown and announced: "Okay, all the pattern codes have been cracked."
As he said that, he marked the relief points one by one on the photo of the tomb door.
All the young people immediately cheered and jumped, as if they had accomplished a very remarkable achievement.
"Director Wu, is it solved?" Ma Hui also picked up his energy and walked over to ask.
Wu Xie nodded and said, "It's accurate."
"Then we can visit the general's tomb again." Ma Hui said a little excitedly.
In order to obtain a real magical artifact, Ma Hui, who is worth several billion, worked tirelessly to come to this deserted village in the mountains. Therefore, when he heard that the tomb door could be opened, he couldn't wait.
Wu Xie shook his head this time: "It's too late now, let's go there tomorrow morning."
Although he also wanted to enter the general's tomb as soon as possible, he was still responsible for the safety of seven young staff after all.
"Okay, then tomorrow morning." Ma Hui agreed without arguing.
He was still a little scared at the thought of exploring the ancient tomb late at night.
At this moment, in the quiet Niujiazhuang, bursts of rumbling sounds suddenly sounded, getting closer and closer.
Everyone was immediately shocked.
But soon, everyone calmed down because they all recognized that the sound was the sound of a car engine.
Everyone looked towards the entrance of the village.
I saw a yellow bus, with its high beams on, driving slowly along the central road of Niujiazhuang.
Seeing this car, everyone was puzzled as to how the bus could drive in on such a rugged mountain road, and at night.
The bus stopped in front of everyone. The first thing everyone saw was a middle-aged driver sitting in the driver's seat, complaining: "Finally we're here, what a lousy place!"
Then, a group of people walked off the bus one after another, and everyone was stunned.
It turned out to be a group of monks!
The leader was a kind-faced old monk, about seventy years old, wearing a yellow cassock and holding a string of Buddhist beads in his hand.
Then twelve or thirteen monks of different ages got off the car, most of them were young, in their twenties or thirties.
Among them was an unusually tall monk, almost 1.9 meters tall. He had a strong build, thick eyebrows, and a pair of shining eyes. He was holding a Zen staff in his hand.
The other young monks also each held Buddhist bells, golden drums, wooden fish, yellow paper and other things to perform rituals.
When these monks saw Chen Xuan, Wu Xie and others, they were stunned for a moment. They didn't expect that someone else would come to Niujiazhuang.
The old monk led them over, and Wu Xie greeted him.
"Old monk, whose name is Du'e, comes from Luyun Temple, the capital of Yundong Province. I would like to ask the names of the donors and why they came here?" the old monk spoke in a gentle tone.
Wu Xie politely replied: "My name is Wu Xie, and I am the director of the Tianhai City Archeology Institute. These are my staff and they are here to inspect the general's ancient tomb."
Du'e nodded and said: "So it turns out that I was entrusted by the Yundong Provincial Police Headquarters to come here to perform rituals for hundreds of villagers in Niujiazhuang."
When Wu Xie, Ma Hui and others heard what the old monk said, they were all in an uproar.
In this way, the official acquiescence is that all the villagers in Niujiazhuang are dead!
If it was still classified as a missing case, it would be impossible to ask a master from Luyun Temple in the provincial capital to perform rituals.
Seeing these monks traveling thousands of miles to Niujiazhuang, Chen Xuan's half-closed eyes opened.
He scanned it with his clairvoyant eyes and found that the skinny old monk Du'e actually had a weak magic power in his body.
A person who has entered the Tao?
Chen Xuan secretly found it interesting and looked at the other monks, but none of them had any magic power, including the unusually tall monk.
The tall monk also came forward, his eyes indifferent, he glanced at everyone and remained silent.
His tall and muscular body gave people a vague sense of oppression.
Master Du'e looked at this tall disciple and said kindly: "Huineng, it's getting late today. Please take your fellow disciples to clear out a few clean rooms to rest, and we will do the ritual tomorrow."
"Yes, Master." The great monk named Huineng responded and assigned tasks to the junior brothers.
Hu Jianjun and others also followed suit and went to tidy up a few mud houses.
Master Du'e chatted with Wu Xie for a while, and Ma Hui also came over to talk and said that he had been to Luyun Temple in the provincial capital to worship the Bodhisattva several times.
It is normal for a rich man like him who is keen on cultivating magic tools and other things to pray to gods and worship Buddha.
Moreover, people who have gone to Luyun Temple to worship Buddha say that it is very effective. Luyun Temple is the most famous temple in Yundong Province.
After Du'e and Ma Hui got to know each other, Ma Hui introduced Chen Xuan to the master.
Hearing that Chen Xuan also studied spiritual practice, Master Du'e said with a smile on his face: "Donor Chen, are you also a spiritual practitioner?"
"I know a little bit about it." Chen Xuan glanced at Ma Hui first and then came over, "I see that the master's treasures are solemn. I guess he has achieved great Buddhist magical powers."
"Master Chen is praising you incorrectly. I have only a limited knowledge of the cultivation process. I haven't asked Chen Shi whether he is practicing Buddhism or Tao?" Master Du'e said kindly.
Chen Xuan smiled slightly and said: "It's neither Buddha nor Tao, just do whatever you want."
"What a man who can do as he pleases. Donor Chen is a man of great liberation, I admire him." Master Du'e nodded to Chen Xuan with his hands folded.
Wu Xie on the side couldn't help but feel amused when he heard this: "Master Du'e, this Mr. Chen is so young. He doesn't look like a practicing person, let alone compared to an accomplished monk like you."
"Donor Wu, no matter your age in practice, once you achieve enlightenment, you can transcend and ascend. I believe that Donor Chen has an extraordinary temperament and must have achieved success in his practice." Master Du'e said with a smile.
Chen Xuan was slightly surprised in his heart. He didn't expect that this old monk had such extraordinary vision that he could actually tell that he was a cultivator.
You must know that Chen Xuan has deliberately restrained his aura, and usually looks like an ordinary person.
Wu Xie was disapproving, thinking that the 70-year-old Master Du'e must have been dazzled, that such a young boy could achieve great success in Taoism? Who can I tell you to believe it?
"Master Du'e, since you have traveled thousands of miles to come here, can you visit the general's tomb with us tomorrow?" Wu Xie opened his mouth and extended an invitation.
