Volume 2: Heavenly Sword Mausoleum Chapter 85: Not Even a Door

  This area was originally a barren land, with little vegetation to be seen. The earth had been severely eroded by the wind, and the bare mountains looked as if they had been hacked at by giant axes tens of thousands of times. Now, with many monks digging everywhere, this area has become even more desolate.

  Jiang Feng leaned against the withered tree, listening to the sounds around him and watching the monks nearby. Gradually, Jiang Feng discovered that the sound of digging in the distance was getting smaller and smaller, but the number of monks surrounding him was increasing. The joking voices telling Jiang Feng to dig for treasure were also growing louder.

  After a while, Jiang Feng flew to a height of over ten meters and looked around. He found that he could hardly see any monks still digging for treasure now. And the area he could see had basically been dug through. Judging from the reactions of the surrounding monks, they didn't seem to have gained anything.

  "Fellow Taoist, are you ready to make your move? Do you need any help?"

  "If you want to help, speak up! I'll cooperate with you fully." A cultivator shouted at Jiang Feng who was suspended in mid-air.

  Jiang Feng was well aware that leaving at this time would be absolutely unwise. However, he didn't want to go treasure hunting and didn't want to bring more trouble upon himself.

  "Everyone is staring at you, they must think that you have a treasure-hunting artifact on you or that you know where the treasure is. If this drags on any longer, it won't be good for you." Lan Wu said to Jiang Feng.

  What's going on now, Jiang Feng is very clear. After thinking about it, he said to himself: "I must find an opportunity to leave here, otherwise these people will definitely treat me as a white mouse for live dissection."

  "They're all staring at you, what can be done?" Lan Wu said.

  "I've already thought of a way. That is to find the tomb of the bandit king and divert everyone's attention there. Otherwise, they'll all be staring at me, and I absolutely won't have any chance." Jiang Feng said.

  At this time, there were not a few monks around who joked and asked Jiang Feng to find the treasure. Jiang Feng heard their shouts and scolded the people around him in his heart.

  After carefully looking around, Jiang Feng urged the flight instrument under his feet to fly northwest. The monks in the northwest immediately gave way when they saw Jiang Feng flying over. Everyone's eyes were also focused on Jiang Feng.

  After flying out for five or six hundred meters, Jiang Feng looked at the messy excavated ground and thought that the land here had been turned over, so there shouldn't be anything left. If the tomb of the Bandit King was really here, it could only be in a more distant place.

  Thinking so, Jiang Feng stopped and wanted to take a look at the area that had been sealed off by the Gate previously. He rose higher to take a look, and all he saw was land that had been dug up in a disorderly manner, and there wasn't even a single spot that hadn't been dug up.

  "They've all been dug up, what's there to look for?" Jiang Feng muttered, his body slowly falling to the ground.

  " Fellow Taoist, that place has already been dug up and nothing is left. Let's change to another location." Just as Jiang Feng landed on the ground, a cultivator called out.

  He glanced in the direction of the sound and said, "You can't dig again after you've dug once. Do you think anyone can find treasure? The key is not whether you've dug or not, but who's digging. Maybe with just one stamp of my foot, it'll come out..."

  A loud crash, and then the flying dust buried Jiang Feng. Afterwards, a series of knocking sounds came over. The sound seemed to be the crashing of wood. Everyone who heard this sound felt a sense of peace and tranquility.

  Just now, Jiang Feng was speaking when he suddenly stomped his foot, and with that one step, the ground sank into a pit. The flying dust also buried Jiang Feng. After the sound of the wooden knock appeared, some of the cultivators around immediately made a move, creating a gust of wind to blow towards Jiang Feng.

  The dust quickly dispersed, and in the eyes of many cultivators, Jiang Feng was standing in a large pit with a diameter of about 10 meters and a depth of about 5-6 meters. His body was covered in dust, but at his feet were a pile of weapons, as well as tattered banners and formation flags. Looking at these things, they were clearly lost spiritual treasures.

  Jiang Feng's face had almost turned green. He lowered his head to take a glance at the thing on the ground, then let out a loud shout and began rummaging through the discarded magical artifacts at his feet.

  After many broken magical artifacts were thrown around by Jiang Feng, he found a wooden fish among the pile. He pulled out the mallet of the wooden fish and randomly hit it several times. The sound produced by the wooden fish was exactly the same as the one heard after falling into the pit earlier.

  "I said it was an accident, would anyone believe me?" Jiang Feng said in a low voice.

  "Don't worry, I believe you, it must be an accident." Lan Wu said to Jiang Feng.

  Lan Wu believed that Jiang Feng was useless, but the cultivators around him did not believe it. They were not only disbelieving, but also extremely shocked. The place had obviously been dug up before, so how could Jiang Feng have gone there and found something? Was it because the previous people didn't dig deep enough? That's impossible too.

  Jiang Feng looked around at the crowd and then rushed towards the people in the north, saying: "Are you a high-ranking monk from the Temple of Ten Thousand Buddhas?"

  "The old monk is indeed from the Temple of Ten Thousand Buddhas. I don't know what teachings the donor has to offer." The monk who had previously warned Jiang Feng not to get too close to Huang Quan's sharp blade responded.

  He knocked on the wooden fish twice, then waved it at the monks of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple. Jiang Feng said: "There are two characters 'Ning Chan' written on this wooden fish. I don't know if Master knows its origin."

  As soon as Jiang Feng's words fell, he found that some monks in the Temple of Ten Thousand Buddhas had changed their faces, and many high-ranking cultivators around him also showed a look of surprise. Jiang Feng saw a speculative expression on some people's faces.

  "Benefactor, at Wanfo Temple there is a talented senior monk who once had..."

  The old monk hadn't finished speaking when Jiang Feng interrupted him, saying: "Alright, I don't want to hear stories. As long as you know the origin of the wooden fish, that's enough. This thing is useless to me anyway. I'll give it to whichever one of you is named Shi Kong."

  As he spoke, Jiang Feng directly threw the wooden fish over. The eyes of many high-ranking cultivators were burning with desire. Anyone who recognized the wooden fish knew it was a good thing. However, no one made a move to intercept it. After all, this was the Temple of Ten Thousand Buddhas. To make a move at this time would be to become an enemy of the temple, and no one was that foolish.

  Kicking the worthless things at his feet, Jiang Feng walked out of the pit with his head down. He didn't stop and continued walking with his head down, muttering to himself in a low voice, "Four places have appeared with things, if we count the broken golden sword from before, each place only kept one thing, the rest all turned into scrap iron. Why is that?"

  He thought as he walked, not paying attention to the road. Whenever he encountered a bumpy path, he would detour around it. He walked in this winding way for about 300-400 meters before stopping, still unable to figure out why he was doing so.

  He stopped, but Jiang Feng did not lift his head. His eyes stared fixedly at the ground in front of his left foot. His teeth were clenched on his lips. In his heart, he muttered: "The monks who dig for treasure here are blind? Such a big thing, can't they see it?"

  Bending down, under the gaze of many monks, Jiang Feng gently swept away the soil in front of his left foot with his hand. After a layer of thin soil was swept away, something underneath was revealed. Jiang Feng picked it up with one hand and threw it aside without even looking at it. He continued to pick up thing after thing and throw them aside.

  In less than half a minute, Jiang Feng had discarded over a hundred useless magic artifacts. Then, he saw Jiang Feng stand up straight, with his hand holding a fist-sized fire-red bead that was surrounded by a layer of flames. Inside the bead, a small dragon could be seen, full of life. At this moment, centered on Jiang Feng, the temperature within a 500-meter radius around him suddenly rose by more than ten degrees.

  "Fellow Taoist, that is the Flame Dragon Pearl of my Five Elements Sword Sect. Can you return it to me or sell it back to the Five Elements Sword Sect?" A voice came over.

  Jiang Feng glanced in the direction of the sound and muttered to himself: "Give you, no door at all."