Rakshasa stopped and looked at the master ball in Ye Qingmei's hand in a daze: "Your father has quite a lot of treasures..."

This temple on the snowy mountain seems to have a long history, and many of the stone bricks on the outer walls have fallen off.

The temple is brightly lit, and noises can be heard from time to time. It seems that there are many people inside.

Ye Qingmei didn't know why Rakshasa brought her here, but now she could only see if there were communication tools in the temple and try to find a way to report the news to the outside world.

The temple door opens, and after entering, there is an open-air courtyard with several pagodas and pine trees.

There are also several horses tied in the stables in the yard, eating soybeans and cereals.

It seemed that the scent of the Wolf King and the White Tiger still lingered on the two men, and the horses began to feel uneasy.

The sound alarmed the people in the house, and a young monk came out. After calming the horses, he came to Rakshasa and Ye Qingmei and clasped his hands together: "Are the two donors here to stay?"

Rakshasa rarely spoke, so Ye Qingmei stepped forward and asked: "Is this a hotel?"

"It turns out to be a female benefactor." The little novice monk lowered his head slightly, looking very polite.

"The female donor did not know that there is only one temple in the snow-capped mountains within a radius of hundreds of miles. Because the climate of the snow-capped mountains is changeable, lay people who go hunting in the mountains are often trapped in the snow-capped mountains, so they come here to stay. Later, my master made a decision

According to the rules, collect some incense money from the lay people staying overnight to subsidize the temple."

Ye Qingmei nodded: "That's reasonable. Do you have any extra rooms?"

"The female donor came just in time, and there was just one room left."

"Then we need this room. Right, do you have the means to contact the outside world?"

The young novice apologized and said: "There used to be carrier pigeons, but the heavy snow has blocked the mountains and the carrier pigeons can't fly. If the female donor wants to contact people outside the snow-capped mountains, she probably can only wait until the weather improves."

Ye Qingmei nodded: "I wonder what I call the young master?"

"Female layperson, just call me Qingsong."

"Master Qingsong? Your name doesn't sound like Buddhism, it sounds like Taoism."

"My master said the same thing. It's still snowing heavily and it's freezing outside. The two donors might as well come inside with me to have a sip of tea. I'll take you two over after the room is tidied up."

"Thank you, little master Qingsong."

Under the leadership of the little novice monk, Ye Qingmei and Rakshasa entered the house.

The room was warm, the fire was rising, and several small wooden tables were placed around the fire.

There were many people in the house. They were eating cooked peanuts, drinking strong wine, and making noisy noises.

Just outside the hospital, Ye Qingmei used her spiritual consciousness to explore the situation inside.

There was a group of people who were not the people from the nearby mountains that Qingsong mentioned, but who came to visit the tomb. Two of them had compasses and explosives hidden in their backpacks.

To open a tomb on a snowy mountain, Luoyang shovels cannot break it, so explosives are usually used to open the way.

These people brought explosives, which means they already know where the tomb is.

Ye Qingmei couldn't help but become interested. Under Ye Bai's training since childhood, she naturally had a special preference for ancient tombs.

I wonder where this group of tomb robbers come from, and do they have anything to do with Jiumen?

Seeing two new strangers entering the house, the group of tomb robbers stopped talking and just ate peanuts, then went upstairs carrying the food and hot water bottle.

There were eight people in the tomb robbing gang. Once they left, the house became empty, and there were not many people left.

In order to save fuel, Qingsong stopped adding firewood and charcoal to the fireplace. After clearing away the dishes and rubbish, he went upstairs to clean up the room. He just muttered: "The heavy snow will continue for a few days, so we need to save some things."

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Ye Qingmei frowned, the things in the little novice's mouth didn't seem to be firewood or black charcoal.

Ye Qingmei also noticed that besides them, there was a pair of young men and women in the house. They wore heavy deerskin coats, had dark faces, and carried longbows and shotguns on their backs. They seemed to be honest mountain people.

It seemed that the brother and sister couldn't bear the sudden drop in temperature in the house, so they hurried upstairs.

Rakshasa whispered: "These two are the Zhang family. I can smell the Zhang family through the air."

Ye Qingmei was startled: "The Zhang family? Aunt Rakshasa, their fingers seem to be fine, and there are calluses on their palms, as if they were worn out by hunting."

"Not all Zhang family members have practiced Fa Qiu Finger. Since the destruction of the Zhang family in Changbai Mountain, those Zhang family members who escaped this disaster have become smarter and better at hiding their identities."

Ye Qingmei frowned and said: "Aunt Rakshasa, there are tomb robbers here and the Zhang family. Do you have any purpose in bringing me here?"

"Don't ask too many questions. Your father is kind to me. No matter what, I will not harm you."

After saying that, Rakshasa went upstairs alone.

Qingsong's panicked voice came from upstairs: "Female donor, the room hasn't been tidied up yet."

"You don't need to clean up, go down."

Ye Qingmei also walked up the stairs and met Qingsong with his head lowered.

Just when the two of them missed each other, Qingsong suddenly raised his head, and his strange mouth turned into an innocent smile: "Female donor, no matter what happens at night, just stay in the house and don't come out."

"Okay."

After leaving, Qingsong returned to his weird smile.

The temple's room is small, with stone bricks on the outside and wooden beams on the inside.

The room only has a one-meter-wide earthen bed and two quilts.

Some charcoal has been added to the earthen kang by green pine trees, making it perfect for sleeping.

Ye Qingmei sighed that Qingsong was thoughtful, but Qingsong's bowed smile just now could not be hidden from her.

There is a big problem with this temple.

It is said to be a temple, but there is not even a Buddha statue, and there is only a young novice monk entertaining everyone. Where have the other monks in the temple gone?

At this time, Rakshasa sat on the earthen bed and said: "Be careful of that novice monk. He wanted to put something in the charcoal, but I stopped him."

Ye Qingmei nodded without saying a word, sitting cross-legged on the other side of the earthen kang.

As night fell, the temperature in the snow-capped mountains dropped even lower, the wind howled, and the glass on the second floor creaked loudly.

Ye Qingmei suddenly opened her eyes, and there was movement outside.

She released her consciousness and saw the group of eight tomb robbers, all fully armed, carefully sneaking to the stairs.

Unfortunately, my consciousness is limited and I can only see here.

"Aunt Rakshasa, those tomb robbers are gone."

"I know, sleep peacefully." Rakshasa wore a mask with eyes that couldn't be seen clearly, and his voice was cold.

Ye Qingmei frowned, and just as she was about to get up, she found that the Zhang family brothers and sisters in the opposite room also came out and went down the stairs.

"You can go if you want." Rakshasa's voice came.

Ye Qingmei thought for a moment, then decisively chased after her.

The hall on the first floor is empty, there is no candlelight, the wooden door is open, snowflakes are wrapped in the room, it is dark and cold.

Ye Qingmei stretched out her head and looked around. It was windy and snowy, and the horses outside the yard were missing.
Chapter completed!