Ye Qing, who was not pretentious at all, hid behind Yan San.
Bang!
There was another muffled sound.
The cracks on the white marble slate are even larger, and the slate has some dents.
Yan San, who was in a bad temper, raised his thick eyebrows in surprise.
"Hey, this slate is really thick."
Finished.
Yanshan raised his fists with both hands high above his head and slammed them down.
Click!
A crisp sound appeared in the silent night.
The white marble slab, which was unknown how thick it was, could no longer bear it and fell into pieces, with several large pieces of gravel sunken together.
At the same time, several sharp pieces of gravel shot out.
There was even a piece of debris that cut Yan San's face.
Dark red blood flowed down Yan San's dark cheeks.
Yan San, whose arms were numb from the force of the counter-shock and who was grinning, fortunately turned his head to look at Ye Qing and said:
"Brother, it's done."
Seeing that Yan San was injured, Ye Qing was worried and said:
"Brother Yan, please quickly take care of the wound on your face."
Yan San wiped the blood with the back of his hand and said indifferently:
"It's not a big deal, it's just a little skin injury."
Ye Qing, who was extremely serious, continued to persuade:
"The fire that burned down the Sanqing Palace was poisonous. The stones were contaminated with ashes, and there may be residual poison. It's better to deal with it quickly."
Seeing that Yan San still didn't care, Ye Qing used his trump card:
"It may hurt your kidneys. If something goes wrong with your body, let alone marrying a wife, you may not be able to survive."
Upon hearing this, Yan San instantly felt a sting from the wound on his face, and immediately sprang up like a rabbit, quickly running towards He Wen who was concentrating on searching for the mechanism. His thick voice resounded through the night sky, and even shocked some of the guards around him.
The Taoist priest of the temple.
"He Wen, hurry up, give me some healing medicine and detoxification pills, I still want to get a wife!"
He Wen, who looked confused, turned around and saw an extremely anxious Yan San rushing to his side. Before he could react, Pu Fan's big hands started groping his body.
"Don't touch, don't...it's grandma's, you monkey is stealing peaches!" He Wen quickly grabbed a big hand that was touching the lifeline, his face turned pale, and he quickly stopped him: "Stop, stop, don't move, I
Get you some medicine."
Yan San, who focuses on being obedient and cooperative, immediately stood still.
He Wen, who had avoided the yolk from breaking, took out the antidote pills and trauma medicine from his arms with trembling hands, handed them to Yan San, and said resentfully:
"Brother Yan, I don't know if you can take a wife. I almost couldn't stay as a queen just now."
Yan San, who hurriedly took the detoxification pills and applied medicine on his face, grinned sheepishly and said, "I'm sorry, I was too impatient just now. I won't do it again."
He Wen let out a deep breath and calmed down his mood. When he turned around, he also saw Ye Qing struggling to carry gravel under the candlelight not far away.
His eyes lit up, he didn't even care about the mechanism, and ran over quickly.
Seeing He Wen coming to help, Ye Qing sighed:
"This white marble brick is actually a foot thick. No wonder there is no echo at all when you knock it."
"If it weren't for Brother Yan's innate supernatural power, and unless we get the consent of the Lord Commander, we would be helpless to destroy the ruins of the Sanqing Palace."
"Yes!" He Wen put a piece of gravel aside and nodded in approval.
Yan San, who had taken medicine, also came to help.
Yan San, who had natural supernatural power, took action, and after a few breaths, all the broken stone slabs were removed.
A dark passage with a radius of two feet appeared in the eyes of the three people.
The three people, who had been looking solemn all night, smiled in relief at this moment.
Ye Qing, who had a gentle smile, quickly picked up the lantern placed beside him and slowly put it down.
The candle flame, which was originally burning steadily, suddenly began to sway.
He Wen looked through the firelight and said in a deep voice:
"If there is wind, it proves that there is another exit and the lantern's flame does not reach the bottom."
"This secret passage must be quite deep."
"Should we go down now?" Ye Qing couldn't help but suggest.
He Wen hesitated for a moment and took the lantern held by Ye Qing.
He thought for a moment, removed the lantern from the wooden pole, hung it at the entrance of the secret passage, and let go of his hand.
After one breath.
When~
The light lantern fell to the bottom and made a slight sound.
He Wen's expression was solemn and he said cautiously: "It's a bit deep. I don't know if there are any mechanisms down there."
"For the sake of safety, I think we should leave it at that and report it to the prefect."
The words fell.
Ye Qing nodded, looked at the sky, and analyzed:
"It takes about two-quarters of an hour to run back to the government office from Chaotian Palace. The magistrate ordered someone to come over. It takes almost half an hour in total."
Then, Ye Qing solemnly said:
"However, the current situation is not safe for Brother Liu Yan to guard here while you and I report it, and vice versa."
"I think it would be most appropriate to summon all the Taoist priests from Chaotian Palace to guard together, and then send people back to report. What do you think?"
"Sure!" Yan San was the first to agree.
He Wen also smiled and nodded.
Then, He Wen narrowed his eyes, which were very bright even in the dark night, and said to Yan San:
"Brother Yan, I have to trouble you to roar."
Bang bang~
Yan San slapped his chest loudly, with an expression like "Wrap it all over me."
He took a deep breath and raised his neck. Ye Qing and the others immediately covered their ears and backed away.
"Someone is coming~"
…
A continuous roar like thunder on the ground rippled through the silent Chaotian Palace.
In the palaces everywhere, noises quickly appeared, and the orange and yellow candlelights lit up one after another.
A famous Taoist priest quickly gathered.
They were holding mahogany swords and solid wooden sticks. They looked at the three people standing in the ruins of Sanqing Hall with solemn expressions and quickly surrounded them.
Ye Qing hurriedly took out his waist card from the execution room of the government office.
"Taoist priests, don't take action. We are following the orders of Master Chen Yuming, the prefect of Huaiyang, to secretly investigate the previous Zijin Cauldron case."
"Now that we have found clues, we hope that all the Taoist priests will help guard this place and send someone to inform Master Zitian."
The Taoist priests looked at each other and slowed down.
One of the older Taoist priests, with half a century of sideburns, walked towards Ye Qing eagerly and said:
"Have you found the cause of Zhenren Ziyuan's death?"
Ye Qing was just about to speak.
He Wen's expression changed, and he pressed Ye Qing's neck with one hand, making him bend over. His right hand trembled, and the foot-long stylus fell into his hand, and he swung forward suddenly.
