As night fell, the lights around the archaeological site were fully opened, and the entire remains were illuminated as if it were daytime.

"Professor Xue, a stele was found here." A young girl shouted loudly below.

Almost everyone in the camp surrounded him, and even Yuan Xing couldn't help but jump forward and got closer. Because the age was too old, the handwriting on the stone tablet was extremely difficult to identify. With his eyesight, he could only vaguely recognize a few words.

"This is a merit of tying stones. It turns out that this stone statue is the legendary saint monk Huai Zhen who suppresses the demon world with his body..." In the crowd, an old man squatted in front of the stone tablet and stroked it with his hands. After a long time, he stood up and frowned and said.

The middle-aged man behind him took a few photos of the stone tablet with his mobile phone before asking: "Professor Xue, isn't the story of Huaizhen's demon suppression a legend? How could someone really erect a monument to him to record his merits?"

"The time is too long. Maybe the legendary thing has really happened? Isn't it strange enough to have such a huge altar overnight?" Someone retorted.

"This may be an institution designed by an old friend. You, a scientific worker, are you so superstitious, and you still believe in ghosts and gods?"

"What mechanism can exist for more than two thousand years? Do you not even understand this sentence if you boldly assume and verify it carefully?"

Yes, because of different opinions, the crowd started to quarrel.

Yuan Xing squatted down on the bamboo branch. He was actually not interested in the content of the quarrels below. He just wanted to wait for these people to rest and go over and take a look.

In the dark night, the spiritual energy that soared into the sky became more obvious in Yuan Xing's eyes. Although it was getting weaker, such a sudden explosion of spiritual energy always felt that it was not a good sign.

"According to the content on the stone tablet, this place is probably the place where Huaizhen banned the passage of the demon world back then." Golden words appeared in front of his eyes.

Yuan Xing did not answer. If it was really a place where the bones were buried, although the one in front of him could only be considered a "tomb of clothes", it felt really strange to watch a group of people dig "myself" graves.

For a moment, he couldn't describe what he felt...

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Because after exploration, the scope of this ruin is very large, the archaeological team had to send additional personnel and recruit some migrant workers in the surrounding villages and towns to participate in the excavation work.

This place has now become a large camp with tents, all kinds of equipment have been installed, security forces have been strengthened, and police officers are patrolling everywhere.

A group of workers, under the guidance of the archaeological team members, began to enter the excavation site, squatted down and cleaned the ground little by little with a small brush.

Among them, a bald head wearing a monk's robe was particularly conspicuous.

In fact, it has been three days since the spiritual energy burst, and Yuan Xing has also observed the bamboo branch for three days. Unfortunately, there are people working on duty on the excavation site for 24 hours, so he cannot get close without any disturbance. He can only find another way.

It happened that the archaeological team said it was recruiting workers. After the news came out, many villagers nearby came. Yuanxing also showed up openly and told the person in charge that he was a monk in Yunyou. Because his luggage was lost, he could only earn some food expenses by working. He didn't know anything else, but he just had the strength to do it.

Perhaps because of his good face and looking at him kind-hearted, the person in charge directly hired him.

Archaeological work is monotonous and heavy, and the daily workload is not small. Other migrant workers come to report in the morning and take their work together before dark. Formal members of the archaeological team often have to work until very late. Yuan Xing finished his evening class alone and would go to work when he has nothing to do. At night, he squeezed into a tent that temporarily acted as a warehouse and had a place to settle down.

After a while, as time went by, from Professor Xue, the leader of the team, to the police officers in charge of security, he became familiar with him and became an archaeological intern on the outside of the staff.

In fact, for this monk who upholds the precepts, only eats one vegetarian meal a day, and never delays morning and evening classes, many people secretly scold Xiao Xu, who is attracted to the point of not being able to adjust.

Because with the development of excavation, there is already evidence that this place belongs to the legendary tomb of the saint monk who is truly enshrined. Is it reasonable to ask a Buddhist son who is a Buddhist sect to dig out the tomb of a Buddhist sect?

Later, after a long time of contact, they did not see any dissatisfaction on Yuanxing's face, so they gradually felt relieved. Someone also asked about his true thoughts, Yuanxing just smiled and didn't say anything.

Huai Zhen sat in the two realms, and his golden body was shattered. Apart from digging out some documents, there was nothing else. What could he mind?

Time flies very quickly, and more than a month has passed in a blink of an eye. Everyone in the Security Bureau, who was struggling to find fate, did not find any trace of him again during this period. They all thought that he was "scared" by Li Heng's phone call and specially found a place to hide it.

This is actually not wrong, because Yuan Xing really stayed in the archaeological team honestly and didn't go anywhere during this period. No matter how hard the Security Bureau is, it is impossible for him to find this place, so he was able to be purified.

On this day, the sky was covered with clouds and it started to rain since the early morning. The surrounding bamboo was hit by the rain, and the rustling sound became a piece of rustling. Everything in this world was shrouded in a big curtain. The distant mountains, bamboo seas, and tents became hazy, like ink paintings, with a kind of ethereal and illusory beauty.

The open-air work cannot continue. All members of the archaeological team stayed in the tent, sorted and registered the cultural relics and books from the excavation, or sat at the table to write papers. Some of the peripheral members chatted and played cards together, while others gathered together to spend their leisurely day with wine, food and food.

Yuanxing couldn't be trusted anywhere, so he could only go back to his tent alone. He wanted to meditate and recite scriptures, but the sound of rain around him was too loud, so he simply called Jin Cicada in his heart to discuss the current situation.

"I will be able to open the door one day. Have you really decided not to go back for the time being?" Jin Chan asked.

Yuan Xing shook his head and said firmly: "You need to understand the situation before you can talk about it."

The spiritual energy is getting weaker and weaker now, and the momentum that soars into the sky has long disappeared. Yuanxing was really relieved about this situation. He was really afraid that he would create a Xia Guo version of spiritual energy to recover after a long time.

But the only thing that makes people feel assured is that although the spiritual energy no longer spreads outward, it always hovers in front of the statue of Huaizhen. As time goes by, not only does not diminish, but it becomes more and more condensed. This is probably not a good sign.

Therefore, Yuan Xing did not dare to leave here for a moment, and he even made up his mind to stay until the excavation work is over and the archaeological team evacuated. After all, it was related to his previous life, so he wanted to see what would happen next.

"It's rare to come to this world once. Don't you want to meet old friends?" Jin Chan asked again.

Yuan Xing was silent for a long time and was about to say something, his face suddenly changed and he stood up and rushed out of the tent.

He walked to the front of the altar in two steps. The rain was heavier than before, and with the sound of thunder, it poured down like a pour.

In just a moment, Yuan Xing's robe was soaked, but now he didn't care about this at all, because in the center of the altar, the spiritual energy that was originally wandering here quickly contracted and condensed, forming an oval shape. Lightning flashed down from the dark clouds like eyes. By chance, it hit the spiritual energy. Gradually, the oval spiritual energy emitted a faint light.

This is really a door. Yuan Xing looked at the extremely familiar scene in front of him and sighed in his heart. But then he browed deeply, because the breath emitted from the aperture was really familiar.

"There is a demonic spirit in the door, which is very weak. I really didn't expect that there will be monsters who can survive in the channel for so many years..." A row of golden words appeared in front of my eyes.

"Do you just close the door or go in and take a look?" Yuan Xing asked.

"If there is no error in the mission description, most of the monsters inside are the mission goals this time."

Yuan Xing lowered his head and thought about it, and confirmed again: "We can open the door tomorrow, right?"

"Not bad. But according to speculation, the space inside should have been divided into independent spaces by Huaizhen. Now that the spiritual energy can be leaked, it means that its state is no longer stable. Do you really want to go in?" Jin Chan obviously already knew Yuanxing very well. Seeing him asking this, he answered quickly.

Yuan Xing glanced around and saw that everyone was hiding from the rain in the tent, and no one noticed it. He made a decision. He tapped the ground lightly with his toes, and his body rushed through the aperture like an arrow from a string. At the same time, he shouted in his heart: "Close the door..."

One day later, Hengcheng Security Bureau.

Li Heng looked at the small mirror, trying to continue looking for the white hair hidden on his head.

For such a long time, the work of finding Yuanxing has made no progress. Whether it is the dissatisfaction from the above or the pressure from the elders, he has made him much older and even white hair has developed.

Where did this Mr. Shi go?

He was sighing and sighing, when the office door was knocked open.

The assistant came in panting, raised a piece of paper in his hand, and said anxiously: "Captain, there is news about the monk."

Li Heng stood up with a whisper, but looked at the paper, then looked at the assistant with a strange expression: "The above said that Monk Yuanxing didn't go anywhere during this period, just cats were in the bamboo sea at the foot of Hengshan Mountain, and even participated in the archaeological excavation work?"

"Yes, the local area received a report that a monk employee of the archaeological team disappeared mysteriously. According to the names they described and registered, it should be the target we have been looking for. Thanks to the mobilization of so many manpower to check all the surveillance in the surrounding provinces, he didn't expect that he was under our noses. It was really dark under the light." The assistant panted, so he calmed down his emotions and said, "It is said that the monk disappeared very strangely. It rained heavily yesterday. People clearly saw him enter the tent, but when they had lunch, they disappeared. They searched for a few miles in the rain, and there was not even a footprint to leave..."

Before he finished speaking, Li Heng on the opposite side suddenly smashed the small mirror in his hand to the ground, his face turned blue with anger...
Chapter completed!