Tomb raiding: Intercepting Yin Xinyue and building a family of immortals

After A-Yun's explanation, Su Chen roughly understood the situation.

It is said that a certain Mongol king once cooperated with the Zhang family, and was tasked with keeping a secret for the Zhang family by building a temple under the guise of the rise of Buddhism in the east.

The exact truth and source of this matter are impossible to verify now, but if it is true, the Wang family absolutely cannot miss this opportunity.

It is imperative to completely resolve and resolve this issue.

That's why the Wang family came over.

On the boundless grassland, a temple built of loess was noticed by everyone from afar.

After traveling for quite some time, Su Chen sighed upon seeing this scene.

"Shall we go back after we find what we need?"

"Don't ask questions you shouldn't ask, just do your job honestly."

Wang Gua habitually said a couple of things, intending to make a few more sarcastic remarks about Su Chen, but after glancing at Su Chen, he fell silent for a moment.

He realized that with Su Chen's abilities, dealing with him wouldn't be too complicated, so he turned to look at the other members of the Wang family and said.

"You better behave yourself in a bit. If anyone dares to say anything more, don't blame me for being ruthless."

"Yes."

The Wang family members were in a terrible predicament. Who would have thought that Chen Xuan would be courting death here, only to suffer the consequences in the end?

After swallowing their somewhat resentful words, the remaining people looked at Su Chen with helpless expressions.

When we arrived at the Laba Temple, the gate was tightly closed.

Wang Gua stepped forward and knocked hard on the door.

"You're here, what are you planning to do so early in the morning?"

A moment later, an old lama hurriedly opened the door, only to be met with a group of menacing people. He froze on the spot.

Wang Gua glanced at him and said indifferently.

"Is there something hidden here? If you tell us, we might give you a chance to live."

"What are you trying to do? This is a place protected by Buddha!"

The old lama immediately sensed that the group had ill intentions and spoke with some anger, seemingly wanting to express his own opinion.

He was unaware that the person who had come here had no ulterior motives. Seeing that he was unwilling to say anything more, the person raised his hand and placed the knife against his neck.

"I'm giving you one more chance. If you can't speak properly, don't blame me for being ruthless."

"you……"

The old lama never expected that the person in front of him would be so bold as to plan a fight with him. Now he couldn't hold back any longer.

But he's too old; no matter how much he resists, he can't be a match for these elite members of the Wang family.

It was taken away immediately, and before anyone else could say anything, Wang Gua spoke up.

"Find it for me, there's definitely something there!"

"Nothing! There's absolutely nothing in this dilapidated temple!"

The old lama spoke angrily.

He wasn't lying. People in Mongolia don't believe in Buddhism. Even if he preached here, he wouldn't make any progress. He even had to find ways to secretly raise sheep to make a living.

If there were really good things in this temple, would he still be wearing tattered monk's robes?

However, no one present paid any attention to his heartfelt words. Since Wang Gua said there were clues here, then there must be clues here.

Everyone began searching the surroundings for useful clues.

Su Chen walked into the main hall, where a Buddha statue with peeling paint stood in the middle. In the middle of the hall, there were still some places where the paint had not been cleaned properly, and a little bit of gold paint could still be seen, silently telling the story of its former status.

On the candlesticks on both sides, the melted candles fell down the iron frame, looking like hills that had not yet been painted.

It silently tells the history of this trumpet temple.

The main hall was empty except for these things; it was clear that the old lama had sold everything he could to make a living.

After scanning the area, Su Chen was certain of his judgment: there was indeed nothing there.

He glanced at the others and spoke slowly.

There's nothing here?

"The entire Laba Temple is empty."

After searching around, Ayun shared her conclusion.

The other members of the Wang family also found nothing.

Su Chen didn't know where this news came from, but he felt that something was not quite right.

Upon hearing this, Wang Gua carried the old lama in, tightening his grip on the tactical knife in his hand.

"Old man, I'll give you one more chance. If you still don't tell the truth, I'll kill you."

"I really don't know what you're looking for..."

The old lama kept glancing upwards, and at the same time, he spoke up nervously.

He knew he wasn't lying, but his reaction caught Su Chen's attention, and he subconsciously looked up.

On the roof, which is three or four meters high, there are several faded murals that seem to record the life of the Mongol king.

The first picture is filled with well-equipped soldiers, with magnificent horses several heads taller than a person lined up in neat rows, and a figure standing on a high platform with two eagles circling above his head.

The second picture is different. The original king kneels down, and a figure walks out from the cracked ground. A corner of a bronze door can be vaguely seen in the crack.

Having witnessed this scene, Su Chen naturally understood what it meant: the Zhang family had indeed made a deal with the King of Meng.

The murals that follow are much simpler. The Mongol king, who obtained something, became the king of the steppe. When he died, he had several strong men carry his coffin northward until the ropes broke, at which point he built his tomb.

Then they killed a mare so that the foal would remember the location, and every year they would send people to offer sacrifices there.

After seeing this, Su Chen was certain that the news about the Wang family was mostly true, but something was amiss elsewhere.

"If the things on this mural are correct, we just need to head north from here to find it."

"But you've seen that burial method; it's probably long gone now."

Ah Yun looked somewhat troubled and said helplessly.

Upon hearing this, Wang Gua tightened his grip on the knife slightly.

"Old man, it seems you're not being honest enough."

"I...I didn't. Those murals weren't gilded, why would I scratch them for no reason? If I really knew where that tomb was, why didn't I just go there and look for the treasure?"

The old lama was quite a figure; his legs hadn't gone weak yet, perhaps because he'd forgotten about it. He simply looked at the person in front of him and repeatedly explained.

Wang Gua didn't believe it at all and exerted a little force on his arm.

"If you don't give me something today, I'll kill you."