The drizzle was so sluggish that the temperature on Sanshan Island dropped sharply after nightfall.

Located between Lao Longtou and Banbi Peak, there is a mountain. It is better to say that it is a stone than a mountain. It is about 14 or 5 meters high, with a steep slope, and it looks extremely dangerous. If you look at it from the direction of Xifeng Zen Temple, the shape of this huge stone is like a proud rooster standing on one side of Sanshan Island.

Under the neck of a rooster is a dense forest.

In the dense forest, there is a very difficult valley to see, with an area of ​​about 3,000 square meters. The valley is full of strange rocks and lush ancient trees.

There are more than a dozen marching tents at the entrance of the valley, but no one is seen.

But in the valley, it was a bit lively.

Hundreds of strong men holding swords are directing a group of people to work.

Located below this rock, there is a huge cave. Torchs are lit on the top of the cave, and you can clearly see, in and out, exhausted workers.

On a high ground in the valley, a group of people were talking in a low voice.

The person who made it was a woman.

She is not very tall, has a little dark skin, and has small and delicate facial features.

A pair of phoenix eyes, bright and energetic.

The two eyebrows are thick and black, giving people a sharp feeling.

She was frowning and looking at the people entering and leaving the cave, her eyes were filled with eagerness, and her mind seemed to be not very stable.

"Xiao Du, it's almost done."

She asked in a deep voice, turning to look at the man behind her.

That man was Du Ziteng, the person Mingxiu pretended to be.

Next to Du Ziteng, there was a middle-aged man standing. He was burly, but he exuded a sinister atmosphere. If Yang Shouwen was here, he would definitely be able to recognize that this man was Yang Sixu.

Mingxiu said: "The underground palace passage has been almost completely cleaned up, but the underground palace gate still cannot be opened."

As he said that, he sighed and said, "In order to clear the passage, we have paid nearly two hundred lives, the workers are also a little anxious. They even have conflicted with supervisors several times. If they delay, there may be changes."

The woman nodded and her eyes fell on the short and fat man on the other side.

"Mr. Real People, I'm looking at you."

The short and fat man was dressed in black. Hearing the woman's words, he said in a deep voice: "It's a pity that Baozhu finally failed to complete his mission and did not find the key to open the gate of the underground palace. This underground palace was built since Sun En, and it has been perfected for 200 years for the Five Doks of Rice Road. It was completely built to Zuoyouxian. The mechanisms here emerged one after another, but just opening up the passage to the underground palace would cause us heavy losses. If we could have the key to the underground palace, we might be able to open the underground palace without any effort."

Speaking of this, the man couldn't help but sigh: "The country is worthy of being powerful. This strange and lewd trick is amazing."

The woman frowned, showing an unhappy look.

However, she still suppressed the dissatisfaction in her heart and said with a smile on her face: "That is the case, the real man needs to take action."

"You are welcome to be polite, Mrs. Gan"

The short and fat man smiled slightly, but his face showed a look of complacent.

At this moment, a loud eagle cries came from the night sky.

A harrier eagle hovered over the valley, and saw Madam Gan take out a silver whistle, put it in her mouth and bulge her cheeks. There was no sound on the whistle, but the harrier eagle in the night sky seemed to have received a signal and flew down immediately.

Mrs. Gan stretched out her arm and the hawk fell on her arm.

A series of strange sounds came out of her mouth, like a hawk's cry.

The harrier eagle also made a series of light sounds, and then Madam Gan nodded and showed a look of relief.

"What's going on?"

The short and fat man asked in a deep voice.

Madam Gan smiled slightly and said softly: "It's nothing, Xiao Hei found the two herb collectors."

The short and fat man said, "No problem."

"Shi Gouzi once said that the Taoist nun is from Jueshan Temple. She will go to the island to collect herbs every month.

Her entourage had a face, but it didn't look suspicious. If it were really a meticulous work by the government, how could it be that fire could be delayed by the heavy rain? Otherwise, they should have returned to Jueshan now."

The short and fat man breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this.

"It's okay, it's good that this time, the reckless behavior forced us to change our plans.

He has lived in the Tang Dynasty for too long and his mind is full of the kindness of the Tang Dynasty. Fortunately, our plan has come to an end. Otherwise, it would be a pity that many years of hard work would be wasted without further delay. Let's take action."

"Then please Mr. Live."

As Mrs. Gan spoke, her hands folded and bowed to the fat man.

The man walked down the gentle slope. With a wave of his hand, he saw dozens of people in black walking out and following him to the cave.

"Madam, can this Japanese do it?"

Du Ziteng, pretending to be a posing as a guitar, approached behind Mrs. Gan and asked.

The short and fat man, named Yi Zhenren, was a Japanese man. He was from Japan and was proficient in the information of the organs and the art of Qimen Dunjia. By the way, in Japan, Qimen Dunjia is also called Yin-Yang Technique. It seems to be from a branch of Qimen Dunjia in Huaxia, but it is unknown how it was introduced to Japan. In addition, Mingxiu also knew that this real person was a person pretending to be Su Wei. Gan Niang collaborated with Yi Zhenren, and Mingxiu was not very clear about the specific content. It seemed that the Japanese and the people behind Gan Niangzi had contacted him and wanted to get an item in the treasure of Huangtai.

Unfortunately, so far, Mingxiu still hasn't figured out who the person behind this Gan Madam is.

According to the plan of Gan Niangzi and others, they planned to open the underground palace and send gold to Quanzhou by water, and then transport it from Quanzhou by sea to Annan. However, because Shenhui was arrested, Gan Niangzi and others felt nervous.

They were afraid of divine wisdom and spitting out, and the fearless Zen Master wanted to save divine wisdom with one force, which forced Madam Gan to change her mind.

Behind Zen Master Wuwei is Ruonabadra from Guanghua Temple.

The reason why he was willing to help was because of the kindness of Master Shenhui and the appearance of a real person.

He is fearless and arrogant, and does not believe in Niang Niangzi and others. Even a real person is helpless with him.

In desperation, Niang Niangzi and others had to evacuate Changzhou.

Mingxiu knew that Madam Gan was preparing to make her last attempt. If she still couldn't open the gate of the underground palace, she would be ready to completely destroy the underground palace, which had a history of three hundred years. The Annan people could not get the treasure inside. The Tang people could not even imagine it.

"Xiao Du, you went over and stared at a real person for me. I was a little tired."

Madam Gan showed signs of fatigue and ordered Mingxiu: "Start at him. Don't let him play tricks.

Let's stay here for two days. If we can't open the underground palace tomorrow, we will burn it for me, leaving no grass."

"yes"

Mingxiu hurriedly bowed and agreed.

Mrs. Gan coughed twice and left with a harrier eagle.

Mingxiu glanced at Yang Sixu behind him. Then he saw Yang Sixu nodding, indicating that he understood what he meant.

I don't know how Yang Shouwen prepared

Calculate the time, there is only one day left. If reinforcements cannot arrive in time, he, Yang Sixu, Pei Min, and Ming Shisan and Yang Shouwen will definitely not be able to stop each other. You must know that outside this valley, there are still soldiers from the 800 Annan. Madam Gan has been planning for this treasure for a long time and must not be careless.

The hawk flew away

As the hour of Hai passed, the drizzle stopped.

The dark clouds in the sky gradually dissipated, and a bright moon revealed its appearance, spreading the soft moonlight across the Sanshan Island.

In Xifeng Zen Temple, there is a bonfire.

Yang Shouwen stood on a broken gable, looking out with his hand on a pergola.

In the moonlight, the old dragon head seemed to be covered with a layer of milky white gauze. There was a layer of water vapor on the island. From a distance, it looked like smoke, making the entire Sanshan Island seem to be in a fairyland, and it seemed so illusory and ethereal.

"How is it, is it there?"

Ming Shisan came over and asked curiously.

"There is nothing, there is smoke, and the vision is a little blurry. I can't see clearly."

"You stay here, I'll go there and see that Ming Laosi is very delicate. Apart from the clue of Golden Rooster, there will definitely be other arrangements."

After saying that, Ming Shisan threw a package for Yang Shouwen.

"Change your clothes later."

Yang Shouwen was dressed up before, but he was in line with the characteristics of a fisherman.

But if you take action later, if you still wear this outfit, you will inevitably feel a lot of discomfort. Not to mention anything else, the straw sandals on his feet with their toes exposed will cause a lot of trouble. From this point of view, Ming Shisan is indeed very careful.

She turned and headed straight to the other side of the temple, her petite figure jumped into the air and disappeared behind the half-broken gable.

Yang Shouwen didn't dare to neglect and quickly changed into black clothes.

The straw sandals on his feet were also discarded and replaced with a pair of black cloth boots.

After changing his clothes, he jumped to the gable again. At this moment, a little fire suddenly appeared in his sight.

Yang Shouwen quickly raised his eyes and saw a little fire appearing in the dark forest.

The fire lasted for not long, just over ten seconds. After that, the fire disappeared and there was no trace.

“Thirteen, thirteen.”

Yang Shouwen shouted loudly.

Ming Shisan's figure jumped out from behind the gable.
To be continued...