Aggrieved Fish Sprite: 116|Why don’t you suffer from the helpless

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Moli opened his eyes and found that the internal force was still not running smoothly.

But I can move a little bit.

"Brother Meng, calm down."

Moli eagerly stretched out his hand to press on Meng Qi's shoulder, and at the same time accidentally touched the back of his neck.

Meng Qi's body trembled slightly, and said helplessly: "Doctor, I have recovered my memory, and I won't go crazy."

Mo Lei didn't believe what he said.

"Your illness is good or not, it doesn't count if you say it."

Moli looked at the weird red mist not far away, his pupils shrank, and asked in a low voice, "What is this?"

"It's the poison gas in the tomb."

Meng Qi's anger is not only because of the ground collapse and the crowds of people from the rivers and lakes, but also because of the red mist emerging from the mausoleum. The wind was heavy and rainy, and the poisonous fog was quickly spread and seeped into the soil.

The fog spread further, and it has crossed the collapsed area of ​​the underground cave and has been stained with nearby vegetation.

The tree will not die immediately, and you can't even see the problem right away. This is not a script, there is not such a powerful poison in the world.

The dead are the bugs and ants in the soil and vegetation.

"Wait!" Moli yelled at the people from the rivers and lakes who rushed over.

Those people ignored them, just pulled a piece of drenched clothing corners, covered their noses and mouths, and approached the hole in the ground.

The red mist drifts higher and higher, and the color gradually fades until it disappears.

"How about...?"

"After ten days, there should be no effect." Meng Qi said calmly.

Shangyun Mountain is full of aura, which can resolve the toxicity of rainwater seeping into the soil, but no matter how many dragon veins there are, it won’t be happy. The situation was clearly under control, and suddenly there was trouble again.

Mo Li moved and motioned to Meng Qi to put him down.

Meng Qi refused: "No, there will be danger. The person who fired the medicine has not been found yet."

"Didn't he be killed?" Moli looked at the huge pothole.

Zhushan County is located in a remote area. Moli has not seen gunpowder very much, only knows that the court has artillery, and there is a thunderbolt hall on the rivers and lakes. When celebrating New Year's holidays or holding weddings, the poor people beat gongs and drums, burned bamboo, and there is no fire or medicine.

I didn't expect these things to be so powerful when combined.

"The problem lies here..."

Meng Qi talked to himself.

The ancestor of Qingwu and his eldest disciple were trapped, and the group of people in black in Xianyueguan didn't run away much. No one gave orders. Why was the gunpowder hidden outside Liuhe Temple ignited?

"Master——"

Moli turned his head when he heard the sound, and saw the little novice crowing beside the ruins and howling.

The abbot of Liuhe Temple is dying, unable to speak.

Jin Yiwei retreated far behind Gong Jun, and the surviving monk also ran away, leaving only a few corpses lying on the side.

Meng Qi guarded the ink carp to the ruins of the main hall, and quickly recognized that this was the place where he had previously felt that there were survivors with aura. When the beams of the house collapsed, it was blocked by the tall Buddha statue. An unburied gap appeared in front of the Buddha statue. Those who survived by chance happened to be there.

It's just that the old monk's bad luck, his abdomen was injured, and he was going to die.

Mo Lei still can't use internal strength, so he can only hold the acupoints to make the old monk wake up briefly.

"Master!" The little novice monk was full of tears, mixing with the rain.

"...you have the roots of wisdom, don't waste yourself." The abbot wanted to tell this little apprentice many things, such as stay away from trouble, stop getting involved with the treasure and Liuhe Temple, find a new temple to settle down, and learn to look at people His expression pleased the new senior, and he would be more diligent in reciting the scriptures and work, and stop playing slippery and lazy.

However, the words were vague and couldn't speak at all.

"You are a doctor, please save my master." The little novice monk grabbed Moli's arm and pleaded.

The wound in the abdomen was penetrated by broken wood, and the internal organs were necrotic, and there was no way to save it.

Moli retracted the pulse signal, and did not even pull out the wood, because the old monk would die faster if he moved, and even his intestines might flow out.

The little novice monk saw the answer from the movements of the ink carp, and suddenly cried more fiercely.

"Idiot." The abbot struck the little novice monk's head laboriously, and said intermittently, "Birth and old age... sickness and death are all rewards, as well as being a teacher."

The little novice clasped the abbot's robes tightly.

Behind them were the surprise shouts of the people from the rivers and lakes when they discovered that the mound of Li Di Mausoleum was broken open.

How many treasures should there be in the tomb of Emperor Chen Li?

The abbot of Liuhe Temple is a descendant of the Chen dynasty. He did not die when the Chu dynasty entered the Taijing. He survived the fall of the Chu dynasty and the Qi dynasty Xinli. When he was old, he did not escape the unwarranted disaster of the ancestral tomb.

"Perhaps this is the retribution of Chen Chao's grievances."

The abbot told the little novice one by one. He didn't really want his apprentice to know everything, but sentimental to himself. His voice became lower and lower, and finally he let out a long sigh and shut. Closed eyes.

Mo Lei saw the little novice monk in a daze, and said nothing, thinking he was frightened.

As soon as I tried to call out, I saw the little novice raising his head: "Does the doctor have a fire book?"

Buddhists say that when passing away, the Buddha's bones turn into relics.

Naturally, the abbot's body can't be left just like that. The coffin is not needed, just burn it.

"It's still raining." Moli whispered.

The little novice monk seemed to realize that he stubbornly pulled a piece of the yellow curtain that had been hung in front of the Buddha statue to cover the body of the abbot.

At this time, the people from the rivers and lakes who first arrived near the cave have already fought.

They made weird noises and hacked like crazy, even if there was no one in front of them, they seemed to have seen something.

Those who have already climbed down the pit are in a worse situation, staggering around, hitting the pit wall time and time again, even loosening the rope and falling into the hole.

Weird laughter, screams, and murderous shouts filled the eardrums with wind and rain.

"Tongzhi, here...is it really Li Di Ling?"

Jin Yiwei shivered, almost thinking it was a ghost.

Gong Jun nodded slowly, and there was no point in hiding from his subordinates, and simply said: "Master Meng said this is. The group of people in black who attacked us just now came for the treasure of the imperial mausoleum."

A group of Jinyi guards listened with different expressions.

How could I be uninterested in the face of the treasures of the imperial mausoleum? I have already blew this mysterious imperial mausoleum into the sky, as if there was an entire Chen Dynasty treasury hidden inside. What rare treasures, panacea, unique calligraphy and painting...Anyway, there is nothing but a living beauty.

Thinking of those descriptions, everyone breathed heavily.

Then I was sober after being poured by the cold rain.

"Why is the imperial mausoleum here?"

"Tongzhi, let's withdraw, this...looks like a ghost!"

Those people from the rivers and lakes hacked and killed each other as if they were enchanted, and their flesh and blood flew everywhere.

Gong Jun thought of the red mist emerging from the tomb, suspected that they were all poisoned, and saw an illusion.

"Can't go, there is too much movement here." Gong Jun motioned to his subordinates to look near the mountain road.

The rain is a bit lighter, and people can be seen vaguely.

"Smart people are hiding behind...waiting for someone to find them the way. Now we will be stopped as soon as we go. Maybe there are people who think we have gotten some benefits." Gong Jun whispered.

Originally, he relied on his profound martial arts skills and didn't pay much attention to Jianghu people, but today he has suffered three big losses in a row, and he no longer dared to be sure that he could beat these Jianghu people who heard the wind.

What if there is a master in it?

The identity of the bamboo swordsman was revealed, but it was a big deal, serious injury and loss of life.

Furthermore, he still took these subordinates, more or less injured, the heaviest half of his arm was gone. How can a group of disabled soldiers fight with others?

"If I'm right, there may be something mysterious about Li Diling's treasure." Gong Jun gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice, "Dare to attack the court commander and use so much gunpowder. This is not a river or lake." What people can do!"

"Oh, talk about it."

A sound suddenly appeared behind him, and Gong Jun jumped away in shock.

I saw that Meng Qi didn't know when he had already reached them, and he also brought the ink carp and the little novice monk with a dull look.

"Meng Guoshi, the officer is timid." Gong Jun said through gritted teeth.

"Practice more if you are timid."

Meng Qi said leisurely, smiling when he saw Jin Yiwei's back movements.

Moli: "..."

He thinks Meng Qi is taking it for granted now that he oppresses the deputy commander of the palace, changes Ming Gong Jun to take a walk with the raccoon slave, and asks Meng Qi to practice more to solve his fear of cats.

Gong Jun didn't know this secret, so naturally he lost this courage and could only stare at Meng Qi.

"Although the ancestor of Qingwu is the world's number one master, martial arts superb, and deliberate, but his old man is in Yongzhou, is he not afraid that the court has copied his Tibetan style?"

As long as a few rounds of artillery bombardment, no school can hold up.

People can run, but can the house fly?

"He spread the rumors of Li Di Ling on the rivers and lakes. He didn't have the slightest taboo. He directly used his own name. So bold, who gave him the confidence?"

Gong Jun deliberately raised his voice, he wanted the hidden people from the rivers and lakes to hear these words.

As for people whose martial arts are not high enough to hear, then forget it. Anyway, the little guy has no effect.

Meng Qi saw through Gong Jun's intentions.

"No, who else is from the Tianshan Sect of Hengchang Temple. The elders in charge of those martial sects all saw that they were wrong. They went back halfway and won't be here." After Meng Qi finished speaking, Hearing a murmur and discussion from far and near, the smile on his lips widened, and then he glanced at Gong Jun.

Have you seen it? This is what shakes people's hearts.

The deputy commander of the palace is hesitant to speak.

At this moment, Moli added: "We came from Yongzhou. I heard that the ancestor of Qingwu came this time, and we brought all our cronies."

Of course, digging treasures brought cronies, nothing surprising. But if you think about it in another way, the ancestor of Qingwu may not want to hide the style. Jianghu people don't believe that Qingwu ancestors would do this. The people of Jianghu who worry about a penny know how important the sect's foundation is.

The Taoist temple is also a monk, and there is no need to pay land tax on the fields.

Even in the Chu dynasty, which had strict statutes, taxation on fields under the monastery and Taoism temples was less.

Many people would rather devote their fields to temples instead of becoming tenant tenants, paying less grain than the imperial court expropriated. With a deep-rooted Taoist temple like the Tibetan style temple, and having good relations with the powerful, the land under the name is definitely not a small number.

What Qingwu ancestors left behind was not a Taoist temple, but money.

No matter how high martial arts is, how can you let your disciples and subordinates follow yourself willingly if you don't have money?

The imperial mausoleum treasure can make up for this loss.

If the ancestor Qingwu didn't come at the treasure, what would he do?

"Rebellion." Gong Jun said every word.

His face was pale, and he realized that the person who lit the gun might not belong to the ancestor of Qingwu.

It may be Jin Yiwei, an eunuch, or even someone sent by a colleague. Because he wanted to rebel, he colluded with the ancestor of Qingwu.

The Jin Yiwei he brought out suffered heavy casualties, and some of them were buried under the rubble. It was not known if anyone had disappeared halfway.

Is the person who set the fire dead or is hiding by his side?

The more Gong Jun thinks about it, the more angry he gets.

"Then Deputy Commander Gong thinks, who in the capital is most likely to rebel?"

"..."

Gong Jun looked at Meng Qi silently. In his heart, the person who wanted to assassinate the emperor was Meng Guoshi.

As for rebellion, it's really bad. Lu Zhang made the court understand one thing inside and outside. He didn't need to fight the world at all, and he could be the emperor himself by killing the emperor. What kind of orthodox in the world, kill if you refuse, and worry that no one wants to be an official? Talented people can't be recruited, and talented and virtuous people are out of play, but Lu Zhang doesn't care. He didn't grab the throne for the sake of being a king, and he didn't have the ambition to rule the world.

"The deputy commander of the palace made such hesitation, is it possible that there are too many people who want to rebel?" Moli asked with a weird expression.

Gong Jun is helpless, how can he answer these words? Unless he doesn't want to be an official anymore.

Forcibly, he used the sound transmission to enter the secret message: "It is true, but there is really the power of conspiracy, and there is no one."

The emperor is not stupid, he will not give any courtier this opportunity.

"Where is the prince?" Meng Qi asked bluntly.

Gong Jun's expression is hard to express.

"It's very complicated." Deputy Commander Gong said, "The prince is the most powerful, but anyone else is possible."