"Is there any more treasure?"

Liang Yan's eyes lit up and a look of surprise appeared on his face.

But soon, he became cautious again.

This star is dim and dull, obviously different from other stars, and it is hidden on the beams. What is the mystery behind it?

Just in case, Liang Yan did not act rashly, but used his body-protecting spiritual light, intending to use his spiritual consciousness to spy on things in the stars.

But the moment his consciousness touched the star, the star's light suddenly dissipated, and a ball of black light fell from it, hitting the floor tiles of the Fenbao Hall with a "pop!"

Liang Yan looked closely and found a dim oil lamp.

The oil lamp was dilapidated and rusty. Except for the base, which was made of an unknown blood-red jade, it was no different from ordinary oil lamps in the world. Moreover, the wick and candle flame were extremely dim, swinging in the absence of wind, and looked like they might go out at any time.

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"Huh?"

Liang Yan's eyes showed surprise.

He still kept his body-protecting aura alive, walked forward slowly, and carefully examined the oil lamp with his spiritual consciousness.

After a moment, the surprise in his eyes became even stronger!

"What kind of magic weapon is this? It actually contains the power of reincarnation!"

This discovery greatly exceeded Liang Yan's expectations.

Although the two saints of Tianji established their sect with the Tianji Pearl, they themselves are still Confucian monks, and most of the treasure halls are filled with Confucian magic weapons. Oil lamps like this, which contain the power of reincarnation, seem to be a bit incompatible with the surroundings.

But it did appear in the Fenbao Hall, and it was also hung on the beam.

"What's the purpose of this move?"

Liang Yan was puzzled, so he took a few steps forward and came to the vicinity of the oil lamp.

It was during these few steps that the oil lamp seemed to sense something, and the candle flame swayed towards Liang Yan.

Liang Yan felt wary and immediately stopped, standing there and watching intently.

At this moment, an old voice suddenly sounded in the main hall: "Those who have obsessions in their hearts will be led by the lights."

"who?"

Liang Yan was surprised!

All this time, he thought he was the only one in this closed space, but now a second person's voice appeared. How could he not be surprised?

However, the main hall was empty, and there was clearly not a single person in sight.

Liang Yan has the Heavenly Secret Pearl in his body and has already sensed the ruins. He is confident that even if he is as strong as Luo Qing, there is no way to hide his aura in this place and hide it from his own perception.

So, where did the sound just come from?

Liang Yan frowned slightly and pondered on the spot.

Not long after, a flash of light suddenly flashed in his eyes. He didn't see how he moved, but with a thought in his mind, a white light came out of the Taixu gourd and fell to the ground. It was the unconscious Lian Xin!

Liang Yan hesitated for a moment, and finally stepped forward slowly, stretched out a finger, and gently touched Lian Xin's forehead.

brush!

Just listening to the sound of Buddhist chanting, a lotus appeared on Lian Xin's forehead. The lotus slowly rotated, and after a while, a ray of glow appeared from the center of her eyebrows.

This ray of light fell near the lotus heart and turned into an ape.

Liang Yan took a closer look and saw that this ape was half as tall as a man, with white hair all over its body, a long and narrow face, and thick eyebrows like white clouds.

For some reason, Liang Yan looked at this ape, not like an ape, but like an enlightened monk.

"Who are you?" Liang Yan looked wary.

"Who are you?" The ape asked back without answering, seeming to be imitating him.

One person and one monkey were silent for a moment. The monkey's pupils suddenly dilated, and its eyes fell on Liang Yan, seeming to be looking at him or someone else.

"It's strange, why is that man's breath on you? Is he not dead yet?" The ape murmured to himself while shaking his head.

"That person?"

Liang Yan's heart moved and he asked, "Who is that person?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the ape's face suddenly started to tremble, his left eye looked up, his right eye looked down, and then his two eyes moved wildly, as if he was going crazy!

This situation is extremely strange!

Liang Yan wanted to use his spiritual consciousness to find out its details, but found that as soon as his spiritual consciousness touched its body, it would be automatically bounced away. This made Liang Yan more cautious. He pinched a sword spell in his hand and secretly concentrated on it.

At this moment, the ape suddenly opened his mouth and laughed.

In the silent Fenbao Hall, the harsh laughter of the apes echoed, which was indescribably weird!

Liang Yan noticed that along with the ape's laughter, the light of the oil lamp next to him began to sway regularly, and even the color of the wick seemed to change.

"What is it doing?"

Before Liang Yan could take a closer look, the ape suddenly stopped laughing and sang: "For whom are the wind, flowers, snow and moon chanting? The yellow beams are carved into a boat in a dream, and the body is like a wanderer on duckweed. The world is long and half full of wine."

The singing seemed far away but still close, making Liang Yan unconsciously immersed in it.

At the same time, the dim candlelight suddenly burst into bright light.

The entire Fenbao Hall and the surrounding space were plunged into boundless darkness. Only the light of candlelight enveloped Liang Yan, Lian Xin and the ape.

Liang Yan was startled, and his instinctive reaction was to activate the sword technique, but he found that his consciousness was a little blurry, and he seemed to be attracted by the candlelight and fell into the quagmire.

The darkness is getting deeper and deeper, and the candlelight is getting brighter and brighter.

Stars passed, time and space changed, and I don’t know how long it took, but my consciousness gradually entered a bright world.

"Selling steamed buns, selling steamed buns! Two cents each, no money if it's not sweet!" A middle-aged man with a simple and honest appearance was selling on the street.

"Dachun, are you still selling steamed buns?" A young scholar said with a smile: "In half an hour, there will be a banquet in the Di Mansion. All the folks from far and wide have gone, why don't we go and join in the fun?"

"Banquet? What banquet?" The middle-aged man seemed a little dazed.

"Of course it's a celebration banquet for Young Master Di!" The scholar said with a smile: "It is said that Young Master Di won the first prize at the Zhongyuan Poetry Competition and has been spotted by some officials who want to recommend him to study at Yingtian Academy.

, you also know that after entering Yingtian Academy, at worst you can become a county magistrate and become a parent official in the future."

Although the middle-aged man was dull, he also knew the name of "Yingtian Academy". Hearing this, he was surprised and said: "You are not talking nonsense, are you? I remember that Master Di seems to be only eight years old. An eight-year-old child can participate in the Zhongyuan Poetry Club

Be the best in the world?"

"hey-hey."

After hearing this, the scholar smiled and shook his head: "Silly Dachun, you really don't understand. The Di family master is extremely talented. He can compose poems at the age of five, and can stump the college teachers with his articles at the age of seven. Now

Even those in the literary world are full of praise for him."

"According to what you say, isn't this person a child prodigy?" Dachun said in a loud voice.

"That's needless to say." The scholar shook his folding fan and said leisurely: "The Di Mansion is also a scholarly family. It's a pity that Di Wenhuai didn't meet his talent and failed after repeated attempts. He can only place his hope on his son Di Wu. Maybe.

As time goes by, Di Wu is naturally intelligent and has a photographic memory. He is very likely to win the first prize in the exam in the future, and when the time comes, our fellow villagers from all over the country will also benefit from it."

"need."

Spring is a simple and honest person. After hearing what the scholar said, he immediately closed up his stall and rushed to Di Mansion with him.

When the two arrived at Di Mansion, there was already a sea of ​​people inside. The nearby folks, scholars in the town, and county officials all blocked the door to congratulate a middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man was thin and his face was slightly pale. At first glance, he looked frail and sickly.

But he was in high spirits. He greeted all the guests into the courtyard, looking cheerful and happy.

"That man is Di Wen, Di Wu's father. His son has a bright future. As a father, he should be very pleased." The scholar said with some envy.

Dachun stood on tiptoes, looking past the crowds and into the courtyard.

There was a boy with red lips and white teeth, about eight or nine years old, wearing a set of loose Confucian robes that didn't fit him, and looked a bit funny.

But no one at the banquet thought there was anything wrong, and they all toasted to him in celebration.

"That's Di Wu. Even the private school teacher came to their house to celebrate. It's so beautiful. What am I doing at this age? Well, it seems to be digging bird's nests in the trees behind the yard."

Dachun is also very envious.

In his opinion, Di Wu has reached the peak of his life, and his future life will definitely be full of glory.

But at this moment, a loud shout suddenly came from behind:

"When the government is doing business, everyone needs to get out of the way!"

The voice was so loud that everyone was startled, and Dachun also looked back.

I saw a group of officers and soldiers, holding swords and guns in their hands, with serious expressions. The leader was sitting on a horse, with triangular eyes, a beard, and a trace of contempt in his eyes.

Di Wen felt bad when he saw the man on horseback, but he remained calm and said in a deep voice: "Yu Guanhai, what are you doing here?"

"do what?"

The man on the horse sneered: "Your Di family is colluding with the traitors and intending to rebel. I, Yu Guanhai, have followed the order of the magistrate and come to your house to trace the evidence. Anyone who knows the truth should quickly hand over the evidence of the conspiracy to save a lot of trouble."
To be continued...