Shuntian Prefecture, also known as Yanjing, is under the feet of the emperor and has strict laws.

Although the Ming Dynasty is now the Xujun Cabinet, it is still the capital, and the laws that are deeply rooted in the hearts of the people make ordinary people dare not cause trouble here.

But everything is always exceptional, and Qingshou Temple ushered in a new disaster at night.

Listening to the "clang clang" excavation under the Shuangta Temple, looking at the car being pushed out of the soil, the old abbot's white eyebrows were almost twisted into twists.

Why did this police officer named Lin look at the floor tiles of the double towers of Qingshou Temple?

Amitabha, I am almost ninety years old.

But... I still want to scold people.

The old abbot's face was almost pleated into buns.

On the other side, Lin Qingsheng continued to dig the pits among the two towers.

The soil is very loose, after all, this place has just been dug for a while.

It was Lin Qingsheng who ordered the backfilling back, but now looking at the pits underground, Lin Qingsheng's heart was cramped. If he ordered to dig more and dig deeper last time, everything might be completely different.

This time I used the ten unlucky foreign spies to exchange it.

For some reason, Lin Qingsheng felt so heartbroken.

The excavation sound of "clang! clang!" accompanied by the old abbot chanting with the monk, a strange music intertwined under the night.

The song lasted until around five in the morning.

But in fact, Lin Qingsheng had already dug up what he wanted at around 3 a.m.

But in order not to make a second mistake, Lin Qingsheng kept digging for two more hours with his men, but unfortunately he got nothing.

Perhaps, the mutton man already knew he would do it, so he gained nothing.

It is too difficult to take advantage of a strange and suspected omniscient existence.

Lin Qingsheng couldn't help but sigh when he thought of this.

"Amitabha, donor, you said last time that was the last time."

The old abbot looked at Lin Qingsheng with a serious look in his eyes, facing the dark circles of trouble.

"Old abbot, this is definitely the last time." Lin Qingsheng swears.

"What if there is another next time?" said the old abbot.

Ahem... Can you still have some trust?

Lin Qingsheng was a little afraid to answer the old abbot unless he had dug up all the Qingshou Temple.

"That... I still have something to do, so I'll leave first!"

Lin Qingsheng ran away in shame, but before leaving, he still instructed the police to fill in the big hole in Qingshou Temple.

The old abbot looked bitter and looked at Lin Qingsheng who was slipping away.

He had a feeling that this person would come back.

Turning back to look at the backfilled soil of the car, the old abbot said in pain: "Amitabha, you're a sin!"

…………

After returning to the lobby of the Ministry of Justice in Beijing, Lin Qingsheng opened the dug out volume of the book.

Lin Qingsheng didn’t know if he should call it a book.

The book is golden in color as a whole and is made of a material that Lin Qingsheng had never seen before.

The cover is a handwriting with the same notes as Yao Guangxiao wrote last time, with four big words "Daoyan Records".

From a distance, it looks like a huge gold brick, but there is no vulgar temperament on it.

In the office, Lin Qingsheng slowly turned the book with his pages.

He himself is from the head of the Ministry of Justice, and his daily office is his office in Shuntian Prefecture.

I went to Yucheng to investigate because of the work needs.

The light shining in from the window shines on the golden books on the office mahogany table, reflecting dazzling brilliance.

But Lin Qingsheng didn't find it dazzling at all.

Instead, it has a gentle and beautiful feeling.

He seemed to be looking at a monk in black monk's clothes, and looked at him with cold eyes.

Is this the black-clad prime minister Yao Guangxiao?

There was a light in the eyes of the monk in black that could not be described in words, as if it was directly penetrated by his body.

The moment the cover was turned over, countless golden words on the pages revealed their brilliance.

But in the blink of an eye, Lin Qingsheng felt countless knowledge drilling into his brain from his eyes. He could not describe this feeling. He felt that the words on the pages came alive and consciously imparting his knowledge.

This feeling is not uncomfortable, but it has an indescribable coolness.

It's like the spring breeze in March.

The cool breeze pours into the whole body with the unique vitality of spring, which makes people addicted and difficult to extricate themselves.

Lin Qingsheng didn't know how long it took to come back to his senses.

Then he felt something more in his mind.

"This is?"

Lin Qingsheng touched his head, and he could clearly feel that something had just been put in.

"Black Clothing Dao Xiulu?"

Lin Qingsheng was chanting the names of the things in his mind, and he could feel that this was a method of using and practicing power that was originally hidden in his body.

After this thing entered his mind, Lin Qingsheng immediately felt the power that was silent in his body.

That power was silent, as if he had been with him since he was born, but he had never used it before.

Lin Qingsheng was a little surprised and confused. He carefully stretched out his hand and gently pressed it on the table.

A deep handprint appeared on the table.

Everyone who becomes a player has five blue points, but they cannot use energy without internal skills practice methods and corresponding skills.

Wen Zhengming did not open the player page for these people, so they didn't know that they became players themselves.

It was not until they learned the skills and practice skills that they truly possessed this power.

This is the case for Lin Qingsheng now. He looked at the handprints he pressed on the table and looked at his hands, looking disbelief.

"Is this...I did it?"

He reached out to touch the outline of the tabletop and digested the amazing news.

"Is this the inheritance of Yao Guangxiao, the prime minister in black?"

Lin Qingsheng turned his gaze back to the books. He tried hard to turn the books into pages again, but he could not do it.

He clearly felt that there were still pages behind him, but he still couldn't open them, as if the conditions were not met.

Even after he withdrew his hands, the books quickly closed.

"There is definitely a secret in this book."

Lin Qingsheng judged.

However, even if there is a secret that cannot be opened, it is enough. He finally saw those extraordinary means of life and felt the extraordinary power.

The small finally has the opportunity to reach a great situation.

"Next, we need to convince the cabinet to establish the Ming Dynasty's own extraordinary power."

Lin Qingsheng looked at the books on the desktop. This was the real power of the Ming Dynasty to fight against these extraordinary forces in the future.

It's actually quite cheap to just hang ten spies upstairs.
Chapter completed!