Detective Di Renjie's legend of Wu Dynasty

Chapter 454
Uncle Li asked puzzledly, "But why did you build such a thick wall? Could it be for safety?"

Wang Mang smiled noncommittally, turned around and said, "Also, look at the square in front of the temple. It's bare and without any decorations. It seems that the builders arranged it this way on purpose."

Uncle Li looked at it and nodded slowly: "That's right, but why?"

Wang Mang said: "There must be intentions, Uncle Li, please follow me."

Saying that, the two walked towards the temple.

Wang Mang nodded slowly, and pointed to the middle of Xumizuo: "Look here again."

Uncle Li looked down and saw dozens of rows of hundreds of small holes among the sculptures in front of Xumizuo.

Because the hole is mixed in the carving, it is difficult to find.

Uncle Li was surprised: "Master, I didn't find this. How did you find it? What is it?"

Wang Mang shook his head: "I don't know either. Uncle Li, take a closer look at the patterns carved on the Sumeru Seat."

Uncle Li went to the Xumizuo, and saw that the people with bare upper body were killed by some monsters with strange armor, high nose and curly hair, and wings.

The other is a man in a black robe with a strange head, holding a sword and fighting a monster.

Uncle Li raised his head: "Young master, this carving seems to be telling an ancient story. However, these characters on the carving seem to...seem to be monsters, very strange."

Wang Mang shook his head and said, "Whether these characters are monsters or not is debatable, but they are definitely not from the Middle Earth, on the contrary they look a bit like Westerners."

Uncle Li said, "Yes, but what are these winged monsters?"

As he said that, he raised his eyes, and the statue of the great god in black came into view, which was exactly the same as the man in black who was fighting monsters on the Xumizuo, and he frowned.

Suddenly, Wang Mang looked at the pattern with his sharp eagle eyes: "These winged monsters seem a bit like bats."

"bat?"

Uncle Li looked at the pattern seriously again. After a long time, he frowned: "Their wings are indeed a bit similar."

Wang Mang nodded slightly, his eyes looked at the statue behind him.

Suddenly, Wang Mang's ears moved slightly. Uncle Li looked at Wang Mang's face. He was about to ask, but immediately shut his mouth.

Wang Mang made a gesture, Uncle Li nodded slightly, and the two came to the gate of the temple in a few steps, and looked into the distance quietly.

At this time, dark clouds covered the sky, and the dark night enveloped the small village of Wangjiabao tightly, without a single star or light.

It was terribly dark and terribly quiet.

Suddenly, there was a heavy panting sound from the path in the village.

Someone was running staggeringly, with blood dripping down the sleeves, and the blood stains continued intermittently in a line from far to near.

This is exactly the girl who looked like a maid in the Dark Mountain Castle just now.

Her face was covered in blood, and she staggered from the village road to the small temple built by Di Renjie and the others.

In the darkness, only this small temple was still shining with yellow lights, and the woman ran towards the little lights with all her strength.

Xiaomiao Wang Mang and Uncle Li looked at each other, Wang Mang shook his head slightly, but did not speak.

At this time, the sound of hurried footsteps coming from outside the temple could be clearly heard, and the sound was getting closer.

Soon, the footsteps had stopped in front of the temple gate.

The girl who looked like a maid was running desperately.

There was a small temple in front of her, as if her life would be safe as long as she ran to the temple gate.

Suddenly, a cold light rose behind him, and a flywheel-like hidden weapon flew towards her with a powerful sound of piercing through the air. Just as the little maid was about to pounce on the temple gate, the flywheel nailed to her with a "bang" sound. On the back of the girl, the little maid groaned, spat out a mouthful of blood, staggered and fell into the temple.

Wang Mang didn't care too much, and shouted: "Save people!"

As he said that, he pulled out the Chun Jun from his waist, tapped his toes lightly, and the man jumped out.

But after Wang Mang went out, he only saw a black shadow, which disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Thinking that Uncle Li was still in the temple, he hurried back.

On the other side, while Wang Mang was rushing out, Uncle Li stepped forward a few steps and helped the little maid up.

The little maid kept panting heavily, and blood was dripping from the wounds on her front and back.

Uncle Li was so anxious that he could only spin around. At this moment, Wang Mang walked in: "Uncle Li, how is she?"

Uncle Li raised his head: "Master, come and take a look!"

Wang Mang squatted down, looked at the little girl's injury, without saying a word, took out a needle bag from his bosom, and quickly injected a few needles into the little girl's wound, and the bleeding immediately slowed down.

Wang Mang breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Help her inside."

"Who dares to trespass into the Temple of the Great Sage in Black?!"

A faint voice sounded from the temple. The voice seemed to come out of the cracks in the ground and echoed among the four walls.

The movements of Wang Mang and Uncle Li stopped.

Wang Mang and Uncle Li looked at each other and stood up slowly.

A cloud of thick fog rose from outside the temple gate and gradually diffused into the small temple.

Wang Mang was startled and asked, "Who?"

The fog in the hall became thicker and thicker, and gradually condensed into a ball.

Suddenly, a bright light shone in the thick fog, and a face wearing a bronze mask slowly transformed out of the thick fog, suspended in midair.

Wang Mang and Uncle Li's heart shuddered, and they were secretly surprised.

At this time, Wang Mang's hand had already reached his waist, and with a soft "chuo", Chun Jun was already holding it in his hand.

Seeing such a scene, Uncle Li's face turned ashen, and his body trembled uncontrollably.

Uncle Li stammered: "Yes, it's a ghost..."

Wang Mang held his mind and asked calmly, "Who is your Excellency?"

The voice sounded faintly: "This seat is the Dharma Guardian Heavenly King driven by the Great God in black."

Hearing that it was a member of the Black Clothes Society, Wang Mang showed a smile on his face: "Oh, I'm sorry."

Uncle Li's face also looked a little better.

The voice was gloomy and authentic: "Break into the palace on the day of sacrifice, and you have violated the death commandment. Rescuing evildoers privately is a crime that cannot be punished!"

As soon as the words fell, a loud and dull voice came from the ground: "The crime cannot be punished! The crime cannot be punished!"

The sound was extremely loud, as if it came from the mouths of millions of people, and it sounded even more terrifying, as if it came from hell.

Uncle Li's hand holding the knife trembled a little, and thin beads of sweat oozed from his forehead.

Wang Mang was still calm as usual, he said unhurriedly: "I wonder who the evildoer you are referring to?"

The voice said viciously, "A woman from the ground! A woman from the ground!"

Wang Mang rolled his eyes, and said with a slight smile: "Your Excellency is wrong, this woman is an out-and-out human being, how can she be a monster?

Although Wang doesn't know where the great god is, he knows that a god should always have a heart of compassion and benevolence to help the world. How can he accuse people of being monsters?

In this way, mortals don't do it, let alone gods!

From this point of view, you are not even qualified to be a human being, let alone a god! "

The voice paused, and he didn't know how to answer Wang Mang's words.

It took a long time before he let out a strange laugh, and then the voice became farther and farther away: "Dead! Die! Die..."

Wang Mang snorted coldly: "Pretending to be a ghost!"

　Thanks to Zhang for the reward, and thanks to the brothers for their support!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)