Later on, the Former Qin was destroyed in one night. In one night, all the treasures in the Former Qin Imperial Palace disappeared. At the time, people said that the treasures were taken away by the fox demon. After that, Buddhist Temple was baptized by the flames of war.
Everyone searched the entire temple but did not find the treasures, much less the so-called fox demon. Later on, this matter was left unsettled. The whereabouts of those treasures were unknown, and the Buddha Temple also declined.
"Shua — — Shua — —" The sound of sweeping snow came. An old monk with a bent back was sweeping the snow on the ground with a shabby broom. Although Buddhist Temple had fallen from its peak to decline, there were still some monks left in the temple. Not many, only a dozen or so. Most of them were old.
This monk had grizzled eyebrows that hung to the corners of his eyes and a grizzled beard that reached his chest. His figure was thin and his face was ugly. His clothes were a little shabby and patched. The stitches of the patched clothes were a little rough. His hands were like withered twigs, tightly gripping the broom. "Swoosh — — Swoosh — —" broke the silence in the snow.
When the monk swept the snow to Feng Cang's side, he slightly raised his head and glanced at Feng Cang without saying anything.
"My apologies!" Feng Cang stepped back and stood on the other side. The monk did not say a word, but continued to sweep carefully with his head lowered.
"Ji Xiang, when you return, have someone send some grain, vegetables, and eggs to Buddhist Temple. Also have someone send some clothes, even cotton-padded jackets. It's almost the new year! Let the monks in the temple have a good new year! "
"Yes! This subordinate will remember. "
The old monk heard Feng Cang's voice clearly. He did not thank him, nor did he stop. He continued sweeping the snow and slowly left.
"Your Highness is really kind!" Jia Lan smiled as he stepped on the clean stone tiles to Feng Cang. "It seems that the rumors outside are false. Ghost King Feng Cang may look cold, but his heart is warm."
"How dare you!" Seeing Jia Lan call Feng Cang "Ghost King", Ji Xiang angrily shouted. He was about to draw his sword when Feng Cang raised his hand to stop him.
"You have business?" Feng Cang's gaze did not move. He was still looking at the Yao-Sealing Pagoda. He wished his eyes could see through the thick black stone and clearly see Murong Qiqi. He didn't know which floor she was on now, and whether she was safe or not. Are you hurt?
"I only came to ask Your Highness, why did you send the Eagle Riders to surround the Buddha Temple?" No matter what the other party did, Jia Lan always had an unchanging smile on his face. Sometimes, it made people gnash their teeth in anger and wish for nothing more than to punch his handsome face.
Feng Cang reached out and pinched a snowflake on his fingertip. He turned his face to Jia Lan and revealed a charming smile. "If anything happens to my beloved concubine, I will make everyone die with her, including you …"
Feng Cang's smile was abnormally devilish, causing Jia Lan to be dazed. When he came back to his senses, Feng Cang had already turned back to continue looking at the Yao-Sealing Pagoda.
A monster! This was Jia Lan's evaluation of Feng Cang in her heart.
He had been in Yong Prefecture for quite some time and had seen Feng Cang a few times. Previously, Jia Lan had thought that the rumors were fake, and the Feng Cang he saw did not have any killing intent. Jia Lan even doubted Feng Cang's title of "Ghost King" and felt that it was exaggerated.
Just now, with that smile and that glance, Jia Lan finally understood that Feng Cang's reputation was well-deserved.
It turned out that the highest realm was not to constantly emit a powerful aura to make people fear, revere, and fear. A true expert had already broken through themselves and reached the "peaceful" realm. They could control their aura freely. The calmer the wind and the more calm the waves, the more an omen of an approaching storm. Just like the man in front of him, he might not be really scary when he was angry, but his calmness made people's hearts cold …
Following Feng Cang's gaze, Jia Lan also looked at the Yao-Sealing Pagoda.
He didn't know if the person that Duke Nan Lin was worried about could take on the title of Princess Nan Lin, and if she had the qualifications to stand beside Feng Cang.
The Seven Layer Pagoda set by Misha was not as easy to break as imagined. Penglai Island was full of experts, but there were only a few who could pass the test of the Seven Layer Pagoda. There were too many considerations of human nature. If someone could really break the Seven Layer Pagoda, then this person's mind must be abnormally strong.
Inside the pagoda, the fourth floor was different from the second floor's silence and the third floor's light. It was as dark as night.
Without light, the entire floor was like a bottomless black hole, opening its big mouth to swallow these people. However, this endless darkness made people feel fear from the bottom of their hearts, inexplicably raising a sense of fear.
"You go!" Londo pushed Fatty from East Lu, who refused to tell everyone the truth, in.
"Squeak squeak squeak squeak squeak —" After a series of rustling sounds, a series of screams came. "Help! No! Help! I don't want to die! Help — "
Fatty's voice made people feel a chill in their bones. What was it? What had happened to him?
"Fatty! Fatty, what happened to you? "Londo stretched his head, trying to see inside, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't see through the darkness. "Fatty, if you want to live, answer me! Fatty! "
For a long time, there was no sound. Londo swallowed his saliva, "He should be dead."
"I brought a fire starter!" Murong Qinglian volunteered, took out a fire starter, lit it, and threw it in. "Boom —" A group of black things rushed over and extinguished the fire starter, and the entire pagoda became dark again.
"Look!" Bai Yiyue pointed in a certain direction. Everyone looked in the direction she was pointing, and they saw many sparkling red gems that looked like stars in the sky.
"Red gems!" One of the contestants from South Phoenix Nation reached out to touch them, but he had only taken one step forward when he fell into the darkness. He didn't even make a sound.
"So scary —" Another contestant died, and Jialan Lianyi's nose felt cold. "What is it?"
"Rats." Murong Qiqi's answer dispelled everyone's doubts. Seeing that everyone was looking at her, Murong Qiqi sighed. "If I'm not wrong, this floor is filled with rats. As long as we enter, we'll become their food."
"What? Rats? "Hearing this, Murong Qinglian sprawled to the side and started vomiting. She had always hated disgusting animals, especially rats.
"No way! This East Lu Nation is too sick. How could they produce so many rats? How sick! "
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