The fat man said astonished: "Grandpa Zhang Dafo's grandfather? Damn! No wonder he can live in the presidential suite. It turns out that he is Grandpa Zhang Dafo's grandfather."

At this time, Wu Xie finally finished reading the entire genealogy and found that the facts were as Chen Hao said, that this person was indeed the grandfather of Lord Zhang Dafo.

Zhang Ruitong also has five or six children, one of whom is called Zhang Qishan, which is the real name of Zhang Dafo.

"It's true. Now I finally found some clues related to the Nine Gates!" Wu Xie said frowningly.

Lord Zhang Dafo is the leader of the entire Jiumen. When he was alive, the entire Jiumen prospered among his leaders, but since his death, Jiumen began to decline.

This shows how much influence Zhang Dafo has on the entire Lao Jiumen.

The origin of the name Zhang Dafo is rumored to be because there is a big Buddha in his home, and I don’t know where he stole it from, so others call him Zhang Dafo.

His real name is Zhang Qishan. His early days were tomb robbers, tomb robbers, to join the army in the middle, and to politics in the later days. He was the only person in the entire nine sects who could do great things. He cared about the world and benefited many people.

Until now, when the people from the entire Lao Jiumen mentioned him, they all admired and sighed.

Wu Xie: "I have always suspected that Lord Zhang Dafo has a connection with the Zhang family's ancient building before, but I have not found any evidence of this. Now it seems that just like the rumors, Lord Zhang's tribe members are indeed a relative of a group separated from the old Zhang family.

According to the information I have, people from the lineage of Lord Zhang and his family moved from the northeast to Changsha. Then I can be sure that the funeral team that year should be organized by people from the lineage of Lord Zhang and his family."

"Damn! This Big Buddha is too useless. He actually organized a team to steal the tomb of his ancestors." said the fat man.

"We have no way to know whether the matter was as we inferred. But I think the funeral team entered the ancient building and directly found his grandfather's tomb and brought a few things out from here. This was definitely not an accident, but it should have been planned in advance!" Wu Xie said.

"It seems that people from the lineage of Lord Zhang and his team are likely to have some secrets of the ancient building, otherwise it would be impossible to find his grandfather's tomb so accurately. But... why did the black gold ancient sword they brought out with great effort finally fall into the hands of the third uncle and finally return to the hands of the young man?" Wu Xie said.

The fat man didn't like to study these mysteries. Instead, he was very interested in the title of the young man [Zhang Qiling], so he asked: "Since Zhang Qiling is just a title, what is the real name of the young man? Could it be Zhang Ergou, Zhang Mazi or the like?"

Wu Xie frowned and said, "I don't know. Judging from these epitaphs, as long as the person who was chosen as Zhang Qiling, his name will be replaced by Qiling! This black gold ancient sword of Zhang Qiling fell into the hands of the last Zhang Qiling. I always feel that it is strange, but it cannot solve these mysteries."

When the fat man heard this, he went to look at the epitaph again and suddenly said, "Wait, I suddenly have an idea, you can see how Zhang Qiling died!"

When Wu Xie heard this, he quickly went to see the fly-headed small calligraphy again, and soon found the reason for Zhang Qiling's death from this person's life.

Unlike the previous Zhang family members, Zhang Qiling died of illness. It is said in his life that when he entered the ancient tomb, he suddenly suffered from a poisonous arrow from the ancient tomb.

"What is abstinence?" asked the fat man.

"It's amnesia. If the amnesia attack occurs in the moment triggered by the mechanism, it is indeed very fatal." Wu Xie explained.

At this moment, Wu Xie suddenly had a strange illusion, and he said, "Is this Zhang Qiling our little brother? They also have the black gold ancient sword and have amnesia. Are they the same person?"

The fat man shook his head, pointed to the skeleton in the coffin and said, "Impossible! According to the record of this person's death, he has lived at least 200 years old. If you want to say this, wouldn't our young man be an old fairy? I see that the young man's skin and tender flesh are not like a person who has lived for more than 200 years."

Wu Xie thought about it and felt that his idea was too outrageous and nonsense, but what they were going through now seemed to be verifying his previous inference that this ancient building did hide the huge secret of the Zhang family.

Everyone searched in the room for a while. When the fat man took away the third underworld weapon and wanted to get the fourth underworld weapon, Chen Hao held him down and said, "Stay at a glance when doing things, so we can meet again in the future."

Wu Xie quickly said, "What Ahao said makes sense. The guy is our friend. This is the tomb of his ancestors. Just forget it if you take a few pieces. If you take too many, you will not only be sorry to the guy, but also break the rules of your Northern School."

Seeing that both of them did not agree with him touching the underworld, the fat man had to say helplessly: "Okay, just listen to you. With these underworld objects, our trip will not be in vain."

Then, the fat man bowed to the huge coffin and said, "That... Master Buddha's grandfather, don't be accustomed to us. These things are the reward for us to save your poor children from the Zhang family. You shouldn't have any objections, right?"

"Fatty, are you guilty? Where did you come from so much nonsense?"

Seeing that the fat man was blocking him, Chen Hao kicked him in the butt and staggered him, but the force was just right and he did not kick him directly.

The fat man wanted to get angry, but at this moment, he suddenly sniffed his nose and said, "Damn, it's so choking, where does the smell of smoke come from?"

When Chen Hao and Wu Xie heard this, they sniffed the air suddenly. Sure enough, they smelled a scent of smoke from it, as if the ancient building was burned.

The two of them quickly walked out of the room to check around. While checking around Wu Xie, they cursed: "Fatty, did you throw your damn cigarette butt out without stepping on it? You must have lit somewhere."

The fat man looked dark and said, "Naughty, don't talk nonsense. I won't take the blame. My cigarette butts were all put on the ground and stomped off! Maybe they were the cigarette butts of you and Ahao?"

Chen Hao had found the source of the fire and found that the corridor more than ten meters ahead had been burned into a piece. More than a dozen rooms there were covered by fire, and rolling smoke came out.

"Stop talking nonsense, the fire is over there! Let's go and put out the fire!" Chen Hao pushed Wu Xie violently, pointed at the front and shouted.

After saying that, he rushed over there like lightning, took the kettle from his waist, and poured water on the doors.
Chapter completed!