Chapter 136: Demon Clan’s Treasure (Part 1) Please give me a monthly ticket!

Wu Luo suddenly realized last night that the stars will not change for hundreds of thousands of years, but the earth is different. It would be fine if it were ordinary famous mountains and rivers. This Baihua Mountain is a mountain of earth, and it is not impossible to dig a mountain bag.

So I wanted to ask a local person to see if there have been any changes in the landform.

Hu Fuhua was delighted: "You always give me instructions."

He is polite. In terms of Wu Luo's real age, he has plenty to do as his grandfather, so he doesn't think there is anything wrong.

However, most of the time is spent in seclusion, and these times slip away from life. Therefore, a monk who has practiced for hundreds of years is actually in his sixties or seventies, but because of his wisdom and experience, he is much better than ordinary secular people.

"This Baihua Mountain is under your rule. Do you know what happened in this Baihua Mountain?"

"Change?" Hu Fuhua knew that this was his only chance. As long as he could curry favor with this person, his future glory and wealth would not be a problem. He racked his brains, but still couldn't remember any major changes: "This Baihua Mountain is not very famous, and I have never heard of any changes."

"It's okay if there is any legend, it doesn't matter if it was a long time ago." Wu Luo was still a little unwilling to give up.

Hu Fuhua thought about it again, but he really wanted to have something to do. Unfortunately, Baihua Mountain is dull and even the legendary stories are not good: "It's really not."

Wu Luo was disappointed and stood up and said, "That's all, let's say goodbye."

Hu Fuhua quickly tried to keep him: "Sir, the student is slightly drunk..."

Wu Luo waved his hand and interrupted him: "No need, I still have something important."

Hu Fuhua saw a wealthy man who was wrong with him, and his heart was bleeding. He followed suit and sent it out: "The student gave you a visit."

After leaving the yamen, Wu Luo saw that Hu Fuhua had the intention of sending him to the city gate, so he quickly stopped him: "Okay, you go back. I'll leave now."

Hu Fuhua was extremely unwilling to accept it, but he could only bow to the end and watch Wu Luo leave.

Wu Luo walked out dozens of steps, and Hu Fuhua suddenly slapped his forehead and remembered something: "Sir, sir! The student remembered..."

Fortunately, he was so old that he was walking as fast as he was, as if he was reborn, and rushed out in a flash and caught up with Wu Luo in a moment.

"Sir, the student remembers something, but I don't know if it will be helpful to him." He panted and said it for a long time.

Wu Luo was anxious: "What's the matter? Tell me!"

It’s not that he is not considerate of others, Hu Fuhua’s face is indeed annoying.

"Sir, listen to me and say it slowly."

Wu Luo's face changed, and Hu Fuhua quickly said, "I'll say it as soon as possible. The county town of this county was not originally here, but on the banks of the Liuhua River at Baihua Mountain. However, the Liuhua River was flooded every year and there was no way, so it moved the county town here. That was already sixty years ago. The adults asked just now, but the students didn't remember it for a while."

Wu Luo frowned: "What is the connection between this Baihua Mountain?"

Hu Fuhua quickly replied: "Originally, the residents in the county had their ancestral tombs in Baihua Mountain. Later, because they were far away and the sacrifices were inconvenient, they invited Taoist priests to do a great ritual and moved the ancestral tombs over. This should be the most obvious change in Baihua Mountain."

A glimmer of hope arose in Wu Luo's heart: "Do you know where the cemetery was before? Take me to see it."

Hu Fuhua felt a little embarrassed: "The students were transferred from outside, not locals. You are waiting in the county government first, so the students will send someone to find local elders. Some people will definitely remember the local ones."

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Hu Fuhua was very concerned about Wu Luo's affairs and recruited all the elderly people over 70 in the county town in one breath. Finally, he selected ten people and sent them to lead the way to Baihua Mountain.

Wu Luo felt a little reluctant, but what Hu Fuhua said made sense: it was too long, and these old people were old, so I probably couldn't remember them clearly. Go to a few more people to verify each other to avoid making mistakes.

Wu Luo ordered him to prepare a slide rod to go up the mountain and carry the ten old men into the mountain.

Because of these ten old men, it was already half an afternoon when I entered the mountain. It was dark and I had not yet reached the old grave.

Fortunately, Hu Fuhua was prepared and brought everything very well. He ordered the yamen runners to set up tents, raise a bonfire, eat and drink, and there were yamen runners on night at night. The magistrate, Wu Luo, and the ten old men could all sleep comfortably.

I was speechless all night and continued to set off the morning of the next morning.

I did take the wrong path twice in the middle, and it was not until noon that I found the right place.

When the grave was moved, the original grave was refilled. After more than 60 years, the weeds were overgrown, and there was no sign of any bumps or bumps.

Wu Luo looked at the cemetery and knew that he had come to the right place. The familiar feeling was getting stronger and stronger.

Hu Fuhua knew that the matter had been done when he saw Wu Luo's expression. He was overjoyed and carefully stepped forward: "Sir, is this place you are looking for?"

Wu Luo didn't say much and waved his hand gently: "You take them back first, I have something to do."

He didn't say anything else, and Hu Fuhua could not have been so stupid as to ask for an official on the spot. He immediately bowed and left with a very obedient manner.

It was already noon and I should have lunch. But Wu Luo didn't have the intention. Hu Fuhua saw that Wu Luo was eager to send everyone away, so he winked with the yamen runners, and everyone left immediately.

Wu Luo released the Yuanhun and swept around him. Hu Fuhua and the others had indeed left, so they would not dare to peek in secret.

As for Guo Zuhong, Wu Luo knew that he could not stop him, and even if he saw this, he could not do anything to him.

In fact, Guo Zuhong did not follow Wu Luo. He was busy studying the teleportation formation. And if Wu Luo left, he would disappear and fall into Nan Yun's eyes. How could he not guess that he had followed Wu Luo?

Guo Zuhong guarded the teleportation formation and was sure that no matter what Wu Luo had to do, he would definitely come back in the end. Since that is the case, what is Guo Zuhong going to worry about?

This cemetery is more than ten miles away from the teleportation formation. The familiar feeling that Wu Luo is emitting from here, and it can spread to more than ten miles away is really surprising.

Wu Luo walked around the cemetery. Although he was sure that there must be some kind of "source" here, just like the entire Baihua Mountain, there was no way to see anything wrong here.
Chapter completed!