Mo Li opened her eyes and found that the internal force was still not smooth.

But I can move a little.

"Brother Meng, calm down."

Mo Li hurriedly reached out and pressed her hand on Meng Qi's shoulder, and at the same time accidentally touched the back of her neck.

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

Mo Li didn't believe what he said.

"Does your illness be cured? What you said doesn't count."

Mo Li looked at the strange red water mist not far away, her pupils shrank, and she asked in a low voice: "What is this?"

"It's considered poisonous gas in the tomb."

Meng Qi's anger was not only because of the landslide and people from the rivers and lakes flocked to him, but also because of the red mist that emerged from the tomb. The wind and rain were strong, and the poisonous mist spread rapidly and seeped into the soil.

The fog spread further and had crossed the collapse range of the cave, and was stained with nearby plants.

Trees will not die immediately, and they cannot even see the problem immediately. This is not a storytelling book, and there is no such powerful poison in the world.

The dead are the insects and ants in the soil and plants.

"Wait!" Mo Li shouted to the people who rushed over.

Those people ignored it and pulled a wet corner of their clothes, covered their mouths and noses and approached the hole.

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

"……How about it?"

"In ten days, it shouldn't have any impact." Meng Qi said with a calm face.

Shangyun Mountain is full of spiritual energy, which can resolve the toxicity of rainwater seeping into the soil. But no matter how much spiritual energy there is, the dragon veins will not be happy. The situation has been controlled, and suddenly troubles arise again.

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

Meng Qi refused and said, "No, there will be danger. The person who ignited the fire and medicine has not been found yet."

"Has he not been killed by the bomb?" Mo Li looked at the huge pit.

Zhushan County is located in a remote area, and Moli has never seen fire. Medicine only knows that there are artillery in the court and the Pili Hall in the world. During festivals or weddings, poor families beat gongs and drums and burn bamboo, but there is no fire. Medicine is the case.

I didn't expect that these things would have such great power when they were concentrated.

"The problem lies here..."

Meng Qi muttered to himself.

The ancestor Qingwu and his eldest disciples were trapped, and the group of men in black in Xianyue Temple did not run away much, and no one issued an order. Why did the □□ hidden outside Liuhe Temple be ignited?

"Master——"

Mo Li turned around when she heard the sound and saw the little shaman lying beside the ruins and crying.

The abbot of Liuhe Temple was already dying and could not speak.

The Jinyiwei followed Gong Jun to retreat far away, and the still alive monk also ran away, leaving only a few corpses standing there.

Meng Qi protected Mo Li to the ruins of the main hall, and soon recognized that this was the place where he felt survivors with spiritual energy. When the beam collapsed, it was blocked by a tall Buddha statue. A gap that was not buried appeared in front of the Buddha statue, and those who survived by chance happened to be there.

But the old monk was not lucky and had a abdominal injury, and he was almost out of reach.

Mo Li couldn't use internal force, so she could only hold the acupoints and let the old monk wake up briefly.

"Master!" Xiao Shami's face was covered in tears, and she was mixed with the rain.

"...You have wisdom, don't waste yourself." The abbot wanted to instruct his little apprentice to have many things, such as staying away from trouble, not getting involved with treasure and Liuhe Temple, find a new temple to settle down, learn to please the new senior brother and master according to people's faces, be diligent in reciting scriptures, and do not be lazy anymore.

However, the words were vague and could not speak at all.

"You are a doctor, please save my master." The little shaman grabbed Mo Li's arm and begged.

The wound on the abdomen is penetrated by broken wood, and the internal organs are necrotic and cannot be saved.

Mo Li took back his hand to take the vein and did not even pull out the wood, because the old monk would die faster and even his intestines might flow out.

The little novice monk saw the answer from Mo Li's movements and cried even harder.

"Idiot." The abbot tried hard to touch the little shaman's head and said intermittently, "Birth and old age... sickness and death are all retribution, and so are teachers."

The little shaman grabbed the abbot's cassock tightly.

Behind were the people in the martial arts world who found the mound of the Emperor Li’s tomb was broken.

How much treasure should be in the tomb of Emperor Chen Li?

The abbot of Liuhe Temple is a descendant of the royal family of the Chen Dynasty. He did not die when the Chu Dynasty entered Taijing. He survived the destruction of the Qi Dynasty and established the new establishment of the Chu Dynasty. When he was old, he did not escape the undesperate disaster of the ancestors' tombs.

"Maybe this is the retribution for the injustice of Chen Dynasty."

The abbot told the little novice monk one by one. He did not really want his disciple to know everything, but was saddened by himself. His voice became lower and lower. Finally, he let out a long sigh and closed his eyes.

When Mo Li saw the little shady monk, he didn't say anything and thought he was scared.

As soon as he tried to call, he saw the little novice monk raise his head: "Do you have any fire notes?"

Buddhism says that after passing away, the Buddha's bones are transformed into relics.

Of course, the abbot's body cannot be kept like this, but the coffin is not needed, just burn it.

"It's still raining." Mo Li whispered.

The little novice monk seemed to realize that he pulled a yellow curtain originally hung in front of the Buddha statue, covering the abbot's body.

At this time, the Jianghu people who first arrived near the cave had already started fighting.

They made strange noises and chopped wildly. Even if there was no one in front of them, they seemed to have seen something.

Those who had already climbed down the pit were even worse, stumbled and stumbled, hitting the pit wall again and again, and even accidentally letting go of the rope and falling into the hole.

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

"Tongzhi, is this... really the tomb of Emperor Li?"

The Jinyiwei shivered and almost thought it was a ghost.

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

After hearing this, the Jinyiwei looked different.

How could I not be moved when facing the treasure of the imperial tomb? The Chinese dialect has long blown this mysterious imperial tomb into the sky, as if there is a whole treasury hidden in it. Such rare treasures, magical medicines, and calligraphy and paintings... Anyway, there are everything except for the lack of living beauties.

Thinking of those descriptions, everyone's breathing became a little heavier.

Then he was sobered up after being poured by the cold rain.

"How come the imperial tomb is here?"

"Tongzhi, let's retreat, this... looks like there is a ghost!"

Those people in the martial arts world chopped and killed each other like a demon, and their flesh and blood flew everywhere.

Gong Jun thought of the red fog that emerged from the tomb, suspected that they were all poisoned and saw hallucinations.

"I can't leave, the noise here is too loud." Gong Jun signaled his subordinates to look around the mountain road.

The rain was a little lighter, and people could be seen vaguely.

"Smart people are hiding behind... waiting for someone to explore their way. Now we will be stopped once we leave. Maybe some people think we have gained some benefits." Gong Jun whispered.

Originally, he was proud of his martial arts skills and did not take the people in the martial arts world seriously, but today he has suffered three major losses in a row and he never dared to be sure to surpass these people in the martial arts world who have come to the forefront.

What if there are masters in it?

The identity of the bamboo swordsman is revealed to be a minor matter, and serious injury is a major matter.

Besides, he was also carrying these subordinates, and he was more or less injured, and the worst half of his arm was gone. How could a group of injured soldiers fight against others?

"If I guess correctly, there may be another mystery in the treasure of Emperor Li's tomb." Gong Jun gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice, "I dared to attack the imperial officials and used so many fires. Medicine. This is not something that the people in the martial arts world can do!"

"Oh, tell me."

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

I saw that Meng Qi had arrived at them at some point, and she also brought Mo Li and the little novice monk with a blank expression.

"Master Meng, I am timid." Gong Jun said gritting his teeth.

"Practice more if you are timid."

Meng Qi said leisurely, and saw the Jinyiwei retreating one after another, and even smiled.

Mo Li: "…"

He thought Meng Qi was right now, oppressing Gong's deputy commander, changed to Ming Ming Gong's walk with a racux slave, and asked Meng Qi to practice more to solve the problem of being afraid of cats.

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

"Although the ancestor Qingwu is the best master in the world, with great martial arts skills and deliberateness, his background is in Yongzhou. Isn't he afraid that the court will reveal his views on his hiding style?"

As long as you set up a few rounds of artillery, no sect can hold on.
To be continued...