Farmer’s Wife Has Magic Skills

After some questioning, the two learned that the man in black was sent by Mrs. Xin.

It seems that this woman still doesn't give up! Chu Qingzhi was a little annoyed, the words were so clear, that stupid woman still insisted on dying.

Qing Zhi, calm down, King Rui is no longer here, and the sudden death of a concubine in the mansion will not attract anyone's attention. Tang Jinghong shook Chu Qingzhi's hand.

Go back and finish her! Chu Qingzhi was really angry.

Okay. Tang Jinghong agreed, and then with a wave of the sword in his hand, the man in black was dealt with.

The two continued to search for the map, but after searching for an hour, they couldn't even touch the edge of the map, and they couldn't help feeling a little discouraged.

Tang Jinghong grabbed Chu Qingzhi who was about to go to the next palace to find a map, Qingzhi, shall we ask the host?

Host? Chu Qingzhi thought for a while, and it was also a solution. They are like headless chickens now. If they continue to search like this, they may not be able to find them at dawn, Let's go.

The host's meditation room is still lit, and there are waves of peaceful chanting sounds. This is the host's evening class, and he can go to sleep after finishing.

Tang Jinghong stepped forward and knocked lightly on the door, Master Host, I'm Tang Jinghong, I have something to ask.

The master host still gave Tang Jinghong face, and he would not respond to ordinary people, Wait a moment.

He got up and opened the door, saw that there was still a girl, walked out, and called the two of them, What do you want to ask?

Tang Jinghong asked in a low voice, Can the host know a map?

The presiding master is a well-known eminent monk with high prestige. He grew up in Tiannan Temple since he was a child. He will never do anything that is not conducive to the court, so he can be trusted.

Map? The host master pondered, and suddenly frowned, I have heard of the map once, from my master, but only once, and it was decades ago.

These words made the hope that was kindled in the hearts of the two people clearly extinguished.

Tang Jinghong asked eagerly, Does the host know where this map is now?

The presiding master shook his head, When Master passed away, he didn't say anything to me. You asked me for a map, but I didn't know anything.

Chu Qingzhi asked in a different way, Master Host, are your master's relics still there?

The master host looked at Chu Qingzhi, paused for a moment, and felt surprised. This girl...is extraordinary. He turned his head to look at Tang Jinghong, and suddenly smiled. It was a perfect match, Come with me.

After saying that, he turned and walked to the right.

Chu Qingzhi and Tang Jinghong looked at each other and followed.

Pass through a corridor, turn a corner, and come to the door of another meditation room.

The host master pushed open the door, turned around and said to the two, This is where my master lives, and all his belongings are here, come in and look for them.

Tang Jinghong thanked, Thank you, Master Host.

The host master was very transparent, General Tang's late-night visit is absolutely impossible for a trivial matter. Although I am not an official in the court, I still care about the common people. I hope I can help you a little.

Master Gao Yi. It would be great if there were more people like Master.

The host master humbly replied, I dare not be.

He went to light the lamp in the room, and a candle light dispelled the darkness in the room, Let's find it together.

The room is unpretentious, simple, and not very spacious. There is a small bed covered with a layer of gray cloth. There is a set of tables and chairs next to the wall next to the window. There are some scriptures on the table. A portrait of Guanyin, a futon on the ground, and an empty old wardrobe in the corner.

Chu Qingzhi let out her spiritual sense to scan, and had a panoramic view of every corner of the room, but she didn't find any trace of the map.

Chu Qingzhi frowned, did she miss something? Or is the map in the other party's mouth different from ordinary maps?

Chu Qingzhi pushed open the window, hugged her arms, and quietly looked out the window thinking.

Tang Jinghong picked up a scripture book and was about to read it. Seeing Chu Qingzhi push the window, he looked at her, Qingzhi, what's wrong?

Chu Qingzhi waved his hand at him, It's okay, let me think about it, you keep looking.

Okay. Tang Jinghong looked away and opened the scriptures...

...

Brother, I have searched many places, but I can't find it.

Yeah, is the map really in Tiannan Temple?

Could it be that they lied to us?

The man called Big Brother didn't speak. He frowned and thought, and asked after a while, Tang Jinghong is also looking for a map?

Everyone nods together.

Some people will keep an eye on Tang Jinghong. If they find the map and wait for an opportunity to seize it, others will continue to search.

yes.

...

Not long after, Chu Qingzhi saw many people flying over, she was very upset, she couldn't even find the map, and there were so many people coming to covet, damn it!

She flew out of the window and killed all who came to spy on her.

The presiding master slapped the head, Buddhism is a pure land, the girl will leave us a piece of pure land.

Chu Qingzhi flew back from the window, smiled and clapped her hands, pretending to misinterpret the meaning of the master, Don't worry, master, there is no blood, it is very clean.

Host master, ...

Tang Jinghong looked at Chu Qingzhi with a smile, Qingzhi is really cute sometimes.

an hour later...

Tang Jinghong and the presiding master had already turned the meditation room upside down, and they were only three feet away from digging the ground.

Digging three feet?

A thought flashed across Chu Qingzhi, and then she squatted down on the ground to search. She found a branch and tapped the ground little by little. Suddenly, a strange sound came from a floor tile.

Both Tang Jinghong and the host master heard it...

Chu Qingzhi pried up the floor tiles, oiled paper appeared underneath, and looked again, the oiled paper wrapped a boxy thing.

Chu Qingzhi picked up the things and quickly peeled off the oil paper, a sandalwood box appeared in his eyes, this box was so well hidden, could the map be in this box?

She inspected the box, then opened it.

There was a piece of folded paper in the box. The paper was yellowed, and there were sporadic mildew spots. It was very old at first glance.

Chu Qingzhi took out the paper and unfolded it, her eyes lit up, Jing Hong, look.

Tang Jinghong had already seen it, and he said with some surprise, It's really a map.

Chu Qingzhi stood up, put the map on the table, moved the candle over for a closer look...

The person who drew the map has good drawing skills. The lines on the paper are dense, but not messy. The buildings, aisles, and pavilions are all clearly presented.

Chu Qingzhi said, Jing Hong, this should not be a map of a corner of the palace, but the entire palace.

Tang Jinghong's eyebrows darkened slightly, It is indeed the entire palace.

I'm so courageous, I dared to draw a map of the entire palace. Chu Qingzhi said while searching for the secret path that Mrs. Xin said, and in a line of lines, Chu Qingzhi locked the emperor's bedroom... Hall of Mental Cultivation.