Recalling the legend about Wangfuyun that Meng Zhao told before, and looking at the location of the two corpses in the sarcophagus, I couldn't help but guess, could the man in blue jacket, white clothes and black pants in front of me be the woodcutter who fell in love with Princess Awa and made a lifelong life?

However, according to the version passed down by everyone, the hunter who chopped wood should have been slapped by Master Luo Quan with a palm, turned into a stone mule, and sank to the bottom of Erhai Lake?

So, can the person who quietly parks in the stomach of this Xuefeng and keeps the world changing outside but still maintains the immortal body? Is it?

Master Luo Quan?!

It's incredible! If my speculation is correct, then this is too unreasonable, right? Could it be that the master who is a national teacher who covers the sky with his own hands and cruelly breaks up a pair of lovers, will give up his glory, wealth and status for a dead princess, come to this Xuefeng, which is not shitty to be buried with?

With this question in mind, I suddenly had an idea and thought of a good idea: so I suppressed my beating heart, jumped onto the altar, climbed into the sarcophagus vigorously, turned over the mysterious man's body, lifted his clothes, and checked his back.

Logically speaking, if "he" is really a woodcutter, his back should be like the legendary one, with traces of wings growing on his back. In my opinion, even with the help of Taoism, the body will inevitably preserve signs of muscles and bones dislocation and bone hyperplasia.

It is naturally not difficult for me who integrates Chinese and Western medicine skills to determine these signs through observation and palpation.

"It's strange! This guy has obvious traces of bone growth below the shoulder blades on his back, and the skin surface also has scars visible to the naked eye." After a careful and comprehensive examination, I still couldn't believe what I saw.

After all, this is equivalent to saying that the man in front of him is probably the legendary woodcutter who was knocked down and fell into Erhai Lake!

"Wait, there is another possibility."

Seeing my face turned frustrated, Sharon, who was beside him, still did not stop thinking. She turned her blue and deep eyes and even made a guess that I had never thought of:

According to Sharon's idea, in the legend of Wangfu Yun told by Meng Zhao, everyone's appearance has a sufficient background and most of the motivations are in line with common sense. Everyone's actions on the stage are smoothly in line with logical cause and effect. Except for a character who comes and goes quickly and describes ambiguously, that is, the so-called "Cangshan Mountain God".

When he thought about it carefully, his appearance and motivation were both amazing. First of all, when he appeared, he had no background and no one had seen him. As soon as he appeared in the story, he taught the woodcutter all kinds of magical magic. Later, he was very confidently encouraging the woodcutter to take risks while Master Luo Quan went out and went to Luo Quan Temple to steal treasure clothes alone.

Can he really predict the future? But why can't he predict that the woodcutter's death was at Luo Quan and give a warning early, but instead encourage or induce this honest and honest hunter brother to slowly trigger the bottom line of the Nanzhao King with a serious class concept, until he plundered the princess and decided to live for life.

Is he really helping the woodcutter doing this? Perhaps, his real purpose is to attract him to put out the fire and take the opportunity to eradicate him!

Faced with the series of questions raised by Sharon, the difficulty of being stuck in my heart suddenly emerged - yes, what if the so-called mountain god and the so-called Master Luo Quan who persecuted the woodcutter were actually the same person?

So, many things, including the fact that the man in the coffin and the woodcutter can usually carry wings on his back, make it completely understandable!

But all this only needs to be added, that is: Master Luo Quan's cunning guy was originally the rival of the woodcutter!

Then his motive is easy to understand: when he sees his beloved falling in love with others, he designs a frame-up to induce the two to elope and touch the bottom line of the Nanzhao King. At the same time, he sits quietly on the surface and waits for the Nanzhao King to call for summons, and then casts a spell in front of the king to kill the woodcutter!

The only thing he miscalculated should be: that is, he never expected that Princess Awa was so infatuated with the woodcutter, so affectionate that she would rather sacrifice for him than accept Luo Quan's wishes.

After talking to Sharon, she thought about it and felt it was reasonable. We were about to search for the sarcophagus and find some evidence to support it, but my elbow accidentally hit the man's head. The turban, which was originally wrapped in neatly, fell down the heavy object and scattered all the way-

From inside, a side of the ancient mirror with pure copper color and yellowing in the blue came. At first glance, the style, texture and shape were somewhat similar to the reincarnation mirror I wore on my neck. You know, the guy I was hanging was made up of Linda with fragments of the Taoyuan copper fan!

Could it be that Linda’s inspiration for making the reincarnation mirror came from here? It’s hard to say that after all, Linda, who has been here, has a very high possibility of watching the secret treasures in the underground tombs with her ability.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but recall the situation where Professor Linda used the reincarnation mirror. After carefully reviewing the contents of the recording left by Linda, I became more and more convinced that Linda's inspiration to use the broken peach blossom fan to create the reincarnation mirror was derived from this object.

In this way, the usage of this bronze mirror may be similar to the method of driving the reincarnation mirror!

After boldly proposing my idea, I took a deep breath, condensed my mind, and couldn't help but grab the bronze mirror and poured a stream of fresh air into my own. When that breath was used as a medium, I took it around for a week and then left it back to my body. After going back and forth, I saw that under my heart, there were indeed a circle of shallow aura around the bronze mirror.

It really started! Seeing this, I couldn't help but suppress my excitement. After looking at Sharon excitedly, I couldn't help but speed up the injection of true energy. The dim bronze mirror also gradually showed a series of fragments as the accumulation of spiritual energy was accumulated.

The first thing that caught my eye was a snow-capped Wanren sacred mountain. In the high wall of the temple on the side, a little novice monk dressed in a cloth clothes, exposed half of his body, tied a bronze mirror to his chest to protect his heart veins, was sitting in meditation in the snowy backyard.

A masked king led by a monk lama happened to pass by with his daughter. The little girl saw a trembling little monk sitting in the snow and meditating and practicing tremblingly. She couldn't help but feel compassion. She snatched a paper umbrella from her entourage and jumped and ran to him on the snow.

"Princess, that little monk made a mistake and was punished by the elder! Don't break the rules!" The shocked old servant was so shocked that he was shocked when he saw the lady's willfulness. He fell to the ground and looked at the king. He seemed to have no intention of stopping and interfering, so he stopped talking.

"What's your name?" The little princess stretched out her tender little hand, opened her umbrella and stood next to the thin-dressed little monk. She let out a sigh, blinked her big eyes, and asked curiously.

"My name is Luo Quan." The little shaman's body was covered with heavy snow, but he did not dare to shake off himself. Seeing the little princess asking him, he had to answer carefully.

"Ha, is Luo Quan? My name is Awa. My father will come to you every year to select mages. It is said that the most powerful mage can become our national teacher! Come on, don't make mistakes in the future! I'm still waiting for you to learn your skills and protect me!"

After saying that, the princess gently took off her fox fur coat, put it on the shoulders of the little novice monk in love, showed a cute smile at him, turned around and ran away, and hid in her father's arms.

The monks in the temple, together with the master who punished the little novice monk, had to sell their face to the king, and they all respectfully followed the elders.

In the heavy snow, there was only the lonely little novice monk, and the fox fur coat that slowly heated his cold heart.

...

As the picture turned, a magnificent palace had appeared in the bronze mirror. In the middle of the high hall, the wise and powerful Nanzhao King, surrounded by civil and military officials, handed a white jade stick that symbolized the royal authority to a masked monk wearing a black monk's robe and feather scarf, and formally gave the important task of the Nanzhao national master to this young monk.

Luo Quan, who was highly anticipated, was not excited at all because of the king's respect. After being held hands by the King of Nanzhao for a while, his eyes finally fell on Princess Awa, who was dressed in a beautiful dress and standing quietly and ladylikely beside her.

From his eyes full of thousands of words but unable to express, I could even feel his painful inner monologue when I watched outside the bronze mirror. I guess Luo Quan, who has been in Nanzhao for many years, had already felt the insurmountable gap brought about by the difference in status and status. At this time, although he was close to Princess Awa, he could only look up at the princess's back and felt deeply the powerlessness of fate...

...

This time, the bronze mirror showed a magnificent Bai people's courtyard. By the wall under the tower, a middle-aged woman with a worried face was whispering to the princess Awa who was about to climb over the high wall and said to her with heartache:

"Miss, where are you going? Are you going to find the poor hunting boy again?"

"Mum, I'll go! Don't tell my father!" Seeing that he was discovered, the princess had to turn around playfully, make a cute face at the old servant who was worried about her. She jumped over the high wall and went to the clan mountain to have a private meeting with the woodcutter.

"Be careful..." The old servant saw the princess sneak out of the mansion, so he could only sigh softly, turn around and walk into the room, and was still worried along the way: "If the king comes to ask me now, what reason should I find? Alas..."

It was not until she sighed and walked away depressedly, and on the top of the tower next to her, Luo Quan stood up with thoughtful Luo Quan. He pursed his lips, seemed to have made up some determination, and then suddenly shook his hand, spread the pair of flesh wings that suddenly emerged from behind, flapped his sleeves and jumped, and flew silently to Luo Quan Temple opposite Erhai Lake.

Over Erhai Lake, above the white clouds, Luo Quan flew, and a sneer that was not easy to detect appeared on his gloomy face.

Seeing this, Sharon and I were almost 100% sure that Luo Quan, the masked monk in the bronze mirror, should be the man in the civilian uniform in the white jade stone coffin in front of us.
Chapter completed!