Chapter 147
The dark underground palace is empty and unsupported, no matter how lightly the footsteps are stepped on, there will be waves of sound, and the sound will be heard in the corridor layer by layer, which lasts for a long time.
Jiang Wen Bingzhu walked, his mind was never calm, and he didn't care how dense and rain-like footsteps came from above his head.
Those footsteps are full of eagerness, greed, arrogance, and brutality. Only in this tunnel can there be a moment of eternal tranquility-after all, this is the ultimate destination of the dead.
In the haze of the underground, he saw an octagonal overturned building made of big green bricks. A few imitation wooden semicircular columns support the square and narrow space. The floor tiles are engraved with clear lotus patterns, just like There is rain and dew falling slowly,
On the heavy stone gate is carved a lifelike maid half sideways, standing behind the gate with a huanhua bun, looking forward to Jiang Wen, leaning against the gate and covering her mouth with a smile, almost speaking in the blink of an eye.
Jiang Wen always had a vague feeling that when she opened her mouth, she would use the dark and indistinct Yinsi language, whispering those Huangliang dreams in the quiet spring that no one had to return and no one knew about, with the breath of the dirty waves of the Nai River. come out.
The fake bluestone door at the end has been pushed open again.But when he left last time, he obviously closed it carefully.
Jiang Wen sighed.
If he hadn't seen a dead man commanding an army in Gengwangzhuang, he would never have believed in the illusory tales of fog and ghosts, let alone believe that the distance between life and death in Fuzhou City tonight is so thin that there is only one floor Paper.
Jiang Wen stepped forward slowly, and sure enough, he found a gap in the vermilion lacquer coffin. Looking in through the gap, he saw the coffin liquid and the well-preserved forehead of the ancient corpse.Whether it's the tall and stiff decayed figure, or the crumbling broken cervical spine, they are all exactly the same as what they saw in Yizhuang.
This is the truth about him and Feng Daode chasing ghosts in the middle of the night.
It's ridiculous that he, a materialist, found this place first, and Feng Daode, a former monk and now a Taoist priest, is still searching for the suspect in Fuzhou city like a headless chicken.
The older the rivers and lakes are, the less courageous they are, and the narrower their minds.
The noise above the head became more and more obvious, and the rumble was endless, faintly shaking off the dust all over the ground.
Jiang Wen put the lamp on the vermilion lacquer coffin, counting silently in his mind that it had already entered the fifth watch, but he knew that the sky outside might not show signs of light yet, the sky was covered with thick clouds, and the wild night was circling all over the place. The city of Fuzhou has turned into a ghostly place where humans and ghosts live together.
Many residents will be surprised to find that there is a black shadow that is about to move around their stove, foggy things hang upside down from the beams of the house, and unreal ghostly shadows float in the sky outside the door, and the transition between halls and houses is as fast as the wind.
Just like what Jiang Wen saw and heard on the way.
"I just said that the city is so big, it's not suitable to plant banyan trees everywhere..."
Jiang Wen sighed, and slowly blew out the lonely candle in front of him.
This action seemed to extinguish the last torch of the gloomy world here, and all the scenery in front of me was slowly stained with coldness, gradually darkened, and finally faded into withering, and was about to be buried by the thick ashes of catastrophe.
But at the moment when the lamps and candles were extinguished, Jiang Wen saw a short figure in white clothes and black hat suddenly appearing in the empty Southern Song Dynasty tomb with the last glimmer of light in front of his eyes.
Then, a long sigh sounded in the empty tomb.
A hoarse and unpleasant voice sounded suddenly, but compared with Jiang Wen's previous impression, this voice was less frightening and more eerie.
"I didn't expect that among all the people, you would find me first..."
Even in the dark, Jiang Wen's ear skills were already good enough to hear the wind to distinguish his position, but at this moment he only felt that the voices came from all directions, as if the voices he really heard were just entangled winds from all directions in the empty room, Occasional specious sounds.
"Strange, if you didn't expect it to be me, why would you talk so much nonsense before you died, as if you were afraid that I would not be able to guess what was in it."
Jiang Wen sneered and said, "The plausible ghost stories in your mouth are all to remind me of the existence of this place. I should be right—Huangji?"
In the darkness, the sound of the wind rises and falls one after another, roughly like the sound of irregular breathing.
Huang Hufa, whose identity had been dismantled, spoke out of thin air without emotion.
"You're very interesting, so I could tell at a glance that you and I would be together. At that time, I was completely desperate, so I made my idea to Haoli Ghost Country."
"But you have to know that it's easy to say that seeking death, but since ancient times, those who hang themselves hang themselves, those who drown themselves get their arms out, those who commit suicide cry out in pain, and those who burn themselves stagger. No one has enough courage to seek death. If he is really dead after all, then his soul is really gone."
Jiang Wen has seen a fake death escape, but he has never seen a real death escape.
It turns out that the death of Guardian Huang Ji in the Nether Bookstore was his long-planned retreat, and he would launch it immediately once there was no way to retreat.But judging from his struggles before he died, the Haoli Ghost Country he talked about was by no means a good place, and he knew this very well.
"We still have a lot of time now, you can talk slowly."
Jiang Wen sat down on the spot, waiting for the other party to explain the situation in front of him clearly, and also wanted to test Huang Ji, who was full of nonsense when he was born, and how many human words can come out of his mouth after being a ghost.
"I am very clear about what you want to ask, and I have lived too clearly in my life. But please let me ask again, are you looking for the guardian of Hongyang Huangji now? Or Huangji, the master of Eryouzhai?"
The voice sounded slowly, but deliberately created a mystery.
Jiang Wen said loudly: "What about Hongyang Guardian? What about Eryou Zhaizhu?"
Huang Ji laughed emotionlessly.
"Of course there are differences. Since you didn't choose, then I'll start with Huang Ji, the protector of Hongyang."
"Nowadays there are many visions in the city, you should see it too? The former Emperor Lizong of the Song Dynasty ordered Confucianism, Taoism, Buddhism and Ming to jointly build the White Lotus Dharma Teaching, in order to prevent the four disasters of blue, purple, white and red in this world. For four kalpas, keep an inch of the pure white lotus world."
"However, there are countless four calamities that need all sentient beings to go through together, and there is no way to predict whether they will form, live or fail. The Holy Child has lived in Rongcheng for ten years, but he has not waited for the red sun calamity before him..."
Protector Huang's voice was choked, and the sighing was interrupted for a while before he spoke to Jiang Wen slowly.
"I have learned Fengshui Qingwu art since I was a child. I can find dragons, observe sand, observe water, touch acupuncture points, and stand. The movement of the earth's veins stops and rises, and the dragon is called a dragon. Over the years, it has been against the dragon, sick dragon, dead dragon, fake dragon, and so on. I have seen countless retreating and killing dragons, but I have never seen such a terrifying robbery."
"The blood-yellow long river with turbid waves rolling under the city of Fuzhou is a robbery dragon covered with scars, and among the scales are full of lonely ghosts who cannot be reincarnated. The body is covered with insects and snakes, the wind is blowing on the face, the waves are tumbling, and the spirit The souls of undissipated wisdom float in it, and they cannot be freed from torture, but anyone who can come out of it is a fierce and sinister person that ordinary people can hardly imagine."
Jiang Wen nodded secretly, a greedy and cruel person like Ling Zhifu has indeed stepped up to a higher level at this time, and has become a more difficult and vicious opponent.
"The horror of the ghost country in Haoli is completely beyond common sense. If I had known that I would go to such a place after death, I would rather live in the world and be tortured. It is only now that I know why Hulu in Tang Dynasty The mage has spent his whole life cultivating, and he has not spared the mani orbs to suppress this yellow spring under the city of Fuzhou..."
Huang Ji's voice became weaker, and he seemed to have fallen into the nightmare that was deeply haunted by fear before, so that the fear of death itself gradually occupied most of his reason.
But Jiang Wen remained silent.
"You haven't seen the horror of the ghost country in Haoli, so naturally you don't understand what I'm talking about. This city of Fuzhou, Song Huizong sent Lai Buyi, and Zhu Hongwu sent Liu Bowen to this Fuzhou city. After years of painstaking research, I finally saw it. Get out of the way. Do you know... Huangquan Shuisha?"
Huang Ji asked suddenly.
Jiang Wen in the dark shook his head, regardless of whether the other party could see it or not, and the other party did not wait for Jiang Wen's response, and continued talking on his own.
"I am very familiar with the Tianxing Law and the Three Elements Law, but it was not until I learned the Three Laws that I realized that there is a big problem with the three mountains in Fuzhou City."
"Yuewang Mountain is in the north, Jiuxian Mountain is in the south, Wushi Mountain is in the east, and the ancient lake of Xijin is on the west side. If the prosperous place gets wet, it will become a shape evil. And this is not an ordinary evil situation. It is already the Huangquan evil in the three laws. .”
"Huangquan evil cannot be generalized. It is a dangerous situation where misfortune and good fortune depend on each other. Xunfang's going to the water is a combination, and it is considered auspicious. If it is incoming water, then it is considered evil. The turmoil that has come is nothing more than the three water bureaus of urging officials, helping the poor, and killing people. They just shift with the changes in the dragon veins. Therefore, whenever there is official salary and wealth in the local area, there must also be Sun Ce Tudong. For such a fatal disaster."
"However, Master Hulu fixed the acupoints with Mani orbs, and King Shenzhi of Fujian divided the dragons with two pagodas, which just cut off the water veins of the underground Yellow Springs, resulting in an empty place where the lake does not overflow. In addition, the city is surrounded by nine rivers, and the water goes continuously. , This has turned death into life for thousands of years. From then on, whenever a catastrophe comes to Fuzhou City, it can open the city and turn the danger into safety, avoiding the disasters of Yangzhou and Jiading..."
Jiang Wen listened for a while, and said in a low voice: "I don't know much about Feng Shui, but at first glance, it should be a good thing, right? Wouldn't it be beautiful to have wealth and position, and avoid the disaster of death? "
Huang Ji smiled wryly, and the lingering voice was full of bitterness and helplessness.
"What I mentioned just now are only innate numbers, and now there are acquired changes. Do you still remember the key to Huang Quansha?"
Jiang Wen understood what he meant, and couldn't help lowering his voice and said, "Are you...doubting this West Lake?"
"Exactly. The three mountains have been difficult to move since ancient times. Only this West Lake was created by the prefect of the Jin Dynasty who dug up the secluded springs and sea eyes under the city of Fuzhou. I suspect that this extremely dangerous situation in the underworld was deliberately created by the ancients of the Wei and Jin Dynasties. And for it!"
Jiang Wen knew in his heart that this small possibility had been magnified countless times in his eyes. As long as it was a strange thing that had even the slightest relationship with the Wei Jin wielding rhinoceros, it could not be treated with common sense.
This kind of practice of using huge cities as paper and digging mountains and seas as pens is too sensational. However, the deliberate deliberation of Wei and Jin wielding rhinoceros was prompted by Min Huizong's wishful thinking. Immortal Luo clearly wanted to send Fuzhou City into the Yellow Spring Artemisia, and live forever as the emperor of his ghost country!
Thinking of this, he suddenly recalled another sentence, which was the prophecy poem that did not exist in the secret statement of Immortal Wang Ba's seal altar and the prophecy that Min Huizong believed deeply, but was somehow compared.
The Son of Heaven is born in Fujian, and the battlefield of Sanshan.
Jiang Wen and Huang Ji's knowledge is completely different, and the methods they adopted have nothing to do with each other, but their conclusions are strangely the same. They also believe that if there is no accident in Fuzhou City tonight, blood will flow into rivers. Corpses are everywhere!
"I believe what you say."
Jiang Wen's answer seemed to surprise Huang Ji, and even the speed of his speech increased a little.
"Okay, good, you just believe it! It is said in the Kanyu book that the four yang directions of Lijiageng, Bingren and Siyang are the prosperous directions of the four bureaus, and the water flows from the right to the left. Death, tomb, and Jueshui go to the hall, and break through to the official position."
"The original Xunwei Qushui is already a murderous Huangquan evil, with blood flowing and drifting, and bones lying on the pillow. But when the Youquan Sea Eye, which has been suppressed for thousands of years, is opened, it must be a Xunwei flood, extremely dangerous and poisonous, and the murderous intention of overturning has appeared. , killing Huangquan is not enough to call it."
"Once the secluded spring and sea eyes that have been cut off for thousands of years reappear, there is nothing worse than this water, which is the big yellow spring evil for killing people!"
Huang Ji said impatiently, "The efforts of Master Hulu and others are limited, and they will not be able to keep the safety of generations after all. Now that the West Lake is dry and the ancient temples are emerging, it is today's atonement for the Minghuizong of the Five Dynasties of the Tang Dynasty. What he said The Yinquan Heavenly Palace to be established is even more absurd under the guise of the ghost kingdom in Haoli."
"If this murderous Great Yellow Spring from the Tang Dynasty to the present was born, the whole city of Fuzhou would fall into the ghost country of Haoli, and be flooded by the blood-yellow giant river with turbid waves, and there would be no living people among the three mountains. If you want to tell Hongyang Shengtong that what he is worried about has happened, you must find a way to stop it!"
"Do you know what I saw in the ghost country in Haoli? It is a sacrificial vessel from three generations in ancient times! In ancient times, some people called Mount Tai and Haoli together. I thought it was Lu Ji's piercing association, but after I went down, I carefully studied the dragon seal inside. The ancient characters, what is under your feet are the relics of the Xilu Kingdom in the Xia Dynasty!"
Hearing this, Jiang Wen also gasped in the dark.
The Xilu Kingdom is one of the feudal states of the Xia Dynasty, which is related to the famous legend Liu Lei's dragon.
In the first year of Kongjia (1879 BC), Xiadi Kongjia accidentally got a pair of male and female Ssangyong, and asked Liu Lei, who was studying in the "Huanlong Family", to raise them.A few years later, a female dragon died, and she submerged herself to eat the king, and the king envoy asked for it.Frightened, Liu Lei led his family to Lu to avoid disaster. At the age of 26, he lived and multiplied in the local area and became the later Xilu Kingdom.
But it is this ancient city, later because of the collapse of Mount Tai, the city fell into the dark Artemisia under Mount Tai. Looking down, the tall grass is dense and the waves are rolling, and the people are lost. The theory of the netherworld.
But according to what Huang Ji said, the Xilu Kingdom has also fallen into the Haoli Ghost Kingdom? !No wonder this terrifying alien space is called Haoli Ghost Kingdom!
Jiang Wen didn't believe in this kind of bizarre Feng Shui technique, but the disaster in front of him was imminent, and many things were self-evident.He also has his own views on the catastrophe in front of him.
On February 1985, 2, the Soviet space station Salyut 11 suddenly lost control, which almost caused an international crisis, so the Soviet government sent experienced astronaut Vladimir Janibekov to the sky for maintenance, making the crisis smooth spent.
But in space, Janibekov discovered that the main shaft of the wing nut used for maintenance is unstable when it is turned over without gravity, and it will suddenly turn 180 degrees periodically, which was later called "Janibekov". "Koff effect" has also become some kind of demonstration of the reversal of the earth's magnetic poles.
What you need to know is that generally speaking, flipping needs to be flipped around an axis. The space we live in is three-dimensional, and all kinds of objects are also three-dimensional, so in fact any object has three axes.Generally speaking, the flip of the wing nut should rotate around one of its own main axes, which is a common phenomenon in our previous cognition.
Moreover, some data show that the time when the Soviet Union discovered this phenomenon was much earlier than the time when this effect was disclosed and named.
Today's Fuzhou City and the original Xilu Kingdom are very similar to such wing nuts. The so-called Fengshui dragon veins can also be understood as the transformation of magnetic field and three-dimensional coordinates. convert.
Jiang Wen always believed that Haoli Ghost Country is definitely not the underworld in the concept, otherwise Huang Ji would have met the Hongyang Shengtong who was one step ahead, and figured out all the ins and outs.
At a fixed time every Jiazi, the three-dimensional coordinates of Fuzhou City will be captured by something, resulting in an additional invisible axis that can be flipped. Once the potential energy appears, a certain three-dimensional creature will fall between the three mountains Go into a world of terror that is incomprehensible and unrecognizable.
And this "thing" that secretly approached and captured Fuzhou City is very likely to be the ghost country in Haoli, which is covered in scars and shaped like an old dragon in Huang Ji's mouth, and it is a resurgence phenomenon in a collapsed dimension...
Jiang Wen tentatively said: "If the murderous Great Yellow Spring Sha takes shape, what will happen?"
Huang Ji's voice came out faintly, and he narrated the ancient scriptures with indescribable sobs.
"The law of the universe, the void is boundless, the world is boundless and boundless, after the red sun catastrophe, at this time the city will sink into the void, just like a black hole, there is no day, night, sun and moon, only the great darkness, sinking into it, there will never be a peaceful day... "
"Haoli Ghost Country is so dangerous, how did you get out?"
Hearing Jiang Wen's sudden question, Huang Ji was silent for a while, then laughed miserably, and Jiang Wen also laughed awkwardly.
escape?Now it is clear that they are not coming out, but they are about to fall in.
"According to the method left by Master Hulu, if you want to solve this murder, someone must go to the West Lake with the Mani Orb to subdue the Nether Sea Eye at the bottom of the lake again. I can't escape the pursuit of Ling Zhifu. The Holy Child of the Red Sun that I relied on is also gone, so I need to find someone else."
"Mani Orb? Tell me in detail."
Hearing these four words, Jiang Wen cheered up 12 points, but Huang Ji changed the topic.
"There are too many things involved in the Mani Orb, but the latter part is the story of Huang Ji, the master of Eryou Zhai."
Huang Ji's voice came again faintly, as if he was telling stories about other people who had nothing to do with him.
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"In the year when Emperor Longwu succeeded to the throne, Prefect Ling ordered me to repair the chess hall out of nowhere, and brought his idea to that Nether Bookstore that had been abandoned for many years. I knew there was something wrong with it."
"There are several eunuchs' graves outside Xiangdian. The guards of all dynasties think that their incompleteness is bad luck, and they are even unwilling to move the graves. They always feel that they will summon some evil prophecies. But I am different, you should know..."
Of course Jiang Wen knew that Huang Ji in front of him was a long-standing tomb robber, and every eerie tomb was very attractive to him.
What's more, there are six or seven in front of you.
"In the shabby tomb there is only a token of the mausoleum guardian of the former Song Dynasty, which let me know that this person's real name is Luo Mian. I also reported it to the magistrate in the same way."
"But I didn't tell him. I also found that the mud on the soles of the shoes when the corpse was encoffined was very strange. That kind of gray soft soil can only be found in Jipi Lane, which is filled with marshes..."
Chalk, that is, after organisms called "polyporia" die, their extremely tiny bodies sink to the bottom of the sea, day and night.
Over time, it accumulates into a thick layer of shells, which eventually become bonded together and compressed into a soft limestone.But they are so tiny that this process would take millions of years to complete.
"...I found out here later."
From that day on, he changed from an unknown clerk in the Fuzhou government office to a cautious master of Eryouzhai.
Eryou, the name of the mountain.
Volume [-] of "Taiping Yulan" quotes "Jingzhou Ji" records that there are caves in the two mountains of Yuanling, and there are thousands of volumes of books in the cave of Xiaoyou Mountain. The cave has now become a place where Huang Ji carefully collects and preserves knowledge.
Huang Ji's explanation was too short, as if deliberately skipping many key elements, to prevent himself from recalling the years when he was chased by terrifying knowledge because of his strong curiosity.
The cold wind blew up, and Jiang Wen seemed to hear the sound of Cang Yan's soul wandering and Beimang's ghost crying in his ears.
"After this ancient tomb came into your hands, you opened another tunnel leading to the White Lotus Sect nunnery. Does this mean that you originally planned to tell them this place?"
Jiang Wen changed the topic silently. He couldn't see anything in the dark, as if he was talking to a ray of breeze, and it might even be false. Everything was just him in this miasmic tomb, It's just a strange dream that came out of nowhere.
"It's a last resort. Among all people, the Mingzun sect may be the least harmful group of people, but no one can restrain their ambitions. From your point of view, the Red Lotus Madonna Bodhisattva is the only copy of the "Nine Serene Scriptures" "Is it really satisfying?"
Huangji is negative to human nature.
This short, ugly guy was filled with the darkness brought out from the tomb. Thousands of years of mutual calculations and life-and-death struggles between the owner of the tomb and the robbers have made him unable to see the green pines, cypresses, and long reeds on the tomb. I have to lift the cover and ask what happened.
"Besides, the current White Lotus Sect is no longer the original White Lotus Sect..."
Huang Ji suddenly stopped in secrecy. This was the first time Jiang Wen felt the timidity and fear that he had only in his lifetime from his mouth today.
Jiang Wen clearly sensed that there was something in his words.
"You have said so much, but you still haven't told me the main point. You have worked so hard to crawl back from the underworld, you probably want to complain to me, an idler."
Jiang Wen took a deep breath, stood up slowly while supporting the vermilion lacquer coffin, and said to the direction where Ming Ming spoke.
"Nowadays, many forces are looking for the whereabouts of the Mani Orb, but you, the instigator, are so withdrawn from the matter, what is your plan?"
Huang Ji laughed strangely in a low voice, as if listening to the rumbling vibration above his head, Jiang Wen could already imagine that smug face.
"It's all because of their own greed. But the Mani Orb they are looking for is indeed in my hands."
Huang Ji told him that he found the Mani Orb on the body of Luo Mian, the guardian of the tomb.
He found clues from the sad and mournful Jueming Stele, and discovered the exact location of the ancient tomb of the Southern Song Dynasty.However, according to his research, the tomb was built far longer than the Southern Song Dynasty, and it should have been completed during the reign of Song Huizong.
Coincidentally, he also discovered that the former owner of this tomb was none other than Huang Chang, the prefect of skulls who had been admired for a long time by the Mingzun Sect.
Huang Shang was originally just a scholar and literati who entered his official career through the imperial examination. Because he was good at Taoist health preservation methods, he was entrusted by Emperor Huizong of Song Dynasty to compile the Wanshou Dao Cang.
But Fang La, the leader of the Ming Cult at that time, raised his troops from the south of the Yangtze River, and his troops went south without any hindrance. The army was invincible, but was blocked by the army and people led by the defender Huang Shang.
The soldiers and horses of the two sides were at a stalemate in Fuzhou City. Fang La was born with a heart of love for talents, and he believed that he was unrivaled in the world in martial arts classics, so he came to the Nine Immortals Temple on Jiuxian Mountain alone to meet Huang Shang, and proposed to decide the outcome by debating the scriptures. , the loser just give up and leave.
No one knows the content of that debate, only that there was no winner for three days and three nights, Ming Zun taught Fang La to provide all the classics and proofs in the church, but Huang Shang refuted them one by one.In the end, the menacing Fang La left in anger, and Huang Chang was also shot to death.
Fortunately, reinforcements had arrived during the stalemate, so the officials in the city were able to contain the corpse of the prefect. While mourning, they built this tomb with the intention of burying it in a place where Fuzhou City is full of smoke, so that generations of descendants can pray and burn incense.
But later on, Huang Chang, who had been dead for a long time, came back to life from the coffin, Huan Yang became the prefect of the skull, and obtained a body of exquisite and profound martial arts.
Huang Shang defeated many Dharma kings and Dharma protectors of the Ming Cult, and the tomb was naturally vacated, and it was finally left for the unknown general who fought desperately with the Mongolian army in the Southern Song Dynasty and killed Kuimen.
The irony is that the Ming religion has declined sharply since the Song, Meng and Yuan Dynasties, and all the classics of this religion have been lost. Instead, they can only be searched from the manuscripts of the life-and-death enemy Huang Shang.
There is an ambiguous saying that during the three days of tit-for-tat debate between the skull prefect and Fang La, they wrote down the classic scriptures on the spot, and said that they would publish them all over the world, annotating and criticizing them word by word, so as to preserve the truth. To get rid of the fake, this made Fang La want to kill people.
"Daoist, do you know what these eunuchs did? They are not as miserable and weak as they said."
Protector Huang Ji suddenly changed the topic and said, "Those eunuchs somehow managed to obtain the Mani Orb, and they also developed the same method of killing and wounding as our sect."
"For decades since then, they have used the corpse next to you as a guide to continuously attack and kill the Mongolian soldiers who were alone in Fuzhou City. Since then, it has been rumored in the alleys that the head ghost killed people, and finally there is the Nether Bookstore. The scene where you saw corpses standing like a forest..."
Jiang Wen shouldn't have any interest in this matter, it was nothing more than another twists and turns, strange and chaotic incident, but when he talked about it, it turned into an inexplicable emotion in his ears.
These people were the most humble people when they were born, and their job was worse than that of a pig butcher, but they persisted in doing the same thing in Shenzhou Luchen's years, so as to remember the pain and anger in their hearts.
When whole cities have surrendered and the world has fallen under the iron heel, such tenacious tenacity is but a sad struggle.At the end of this period of struggle, Luo Mian was deeply trapped in the dark world until he passed away in despair at an octogenarian age.
Throughout his life, God will always give him some hopes that are weaker than reeds. Those are guarding the mausoleum, burying the bones, meeting the cliff mountain, serving the royal family, and finally revenge.
Every time Luo Xian faced an opportunity, he put up [-]% of his efforts and achieved several times the results. Only when he reached the goal at the risk of dying, did God tell him how vast and powerful the enemy was, and he What a drop in the bucket was the resistance.
He once cried bitterly in front of Lizong's corpse and despaired in front of the descendants of the royal family. When he got the Mani Orb that Shunzhi dreamed of, and killed hundreds of brave and brutal Mongols, he could only watch them become more fierce.
Perhaps he didn't know until he was about to die that the Flying God Soldier that the survivors of the Southern Song Dynasty had longed to worship would only be a dry bone in the tomb, and would never stir up any disturbances.
"Give me the Mani Orb."
Jiang Wen sighed, something heavy weighed him down.
He found that the more ignorant and muddled people can laugh, and the sober people like Luo Xian and Huang Ji are always in pain. Life will force them to have the courage to seek death, and then they will be forced to live with great perseverance .
No wonder Huang Ji said they were from the same path.
"Let's talk about the treasure later."
Huang Ji still talked about him from left to right, and seemed to be listening to the vibrations above his head again and again.
"This sound reminds me of the second year of Longwu. It was when the Qing soldiers went south. Huang Daozhou, Minister of the Ministry of Officials, built twelve big drums and placed them around the city wall. He sent people to stick the drums every day. It is said that this can I noticed the presence of cavalry ten miles away."
"As a small official in the city, I was naturally curious, and I leaned over to listen to it once. I heard this sound, crisp and fast like firecrackers, and like hailstones falling in summer..."
When Huang Ji said this, his tone was very anxious.
Apart from these little things, he naturally still remembers that Belle Bolo led his troops south to suppress the border, and Huang Daozhou mobilized the soldiers and civilians of Fujian with his loyalty, and sent the "Biandan Army" to his death foolishly with enthusiasm.
Although the Zheng family is big, only Zheng Chenggong is a loyal minister. The rest are greedy, cruel and abuse the people like wolves and tigers.
When the news of Zheng Chenggong's defeat came a few months ago, he closed the door and got so drunk that he almost vomited out his heart and lungs, and the bitterness in his mouth became more and more intense.
Stop looking at me day and night, my lord mausoleum guardian.
What can I, a small official, do?
How can I, a mortal, make up for where the sky is falling?
After being silent for a long time, Huang Ji finally let out a long sigh.
"I'm just not reconciled. People in Fuzhou City are also simmering with anger. Many people know what I did, but the people in the neighborhood kept silent. The indisputable ground of the military is only because there is no danger to defend. Who would want to How about handing over your wealth and life to such a sinister person?"
"I have approached many people, and all of them swear by their righteousness, but I know that once the Mani Orb falls into their hands, it will only become a priceless bargaining chip, and it will be used by the people of the dog fly camp. Hands. After all, they don’t care about the sky and the ghost country at all, so I can only make a bad move and pull everyone into this precarious city.”
"Do you know that when Luo Mian died, he was still clutching his waist card tightly, and his eyes were not closed. I didn't dare to tell him that the Mongols were driven away and the Jurchens came. This thing is too hot to hold. When I close my eyes every night, I feel that someone is watching me. From then on, as long as I can't sleep at night, I will drive the flying magic soldier in the coffin to do what Luo Mian did back then..."
When Huang Ji said this, Jiang Wen didn't need to ask any more questions.
Where the Mani Treasure is located, the place is neither cold nor hot. If a person suffers from heat, wind, cold, leprosy, sores, swelling, etc., put the beads on his body, the disease will be cured, and the muddy water will be clarified and the color of the water will be changed. Virtue.
And in the vermilion lacquer coffin in front of Jiang Wen, there was a rotten and immortal corpse that came and went like flying. Although the alley was sometimes full of miasma, it could come and go freely and clearly.
Combining the two, the Mani Orb was clearly inside the corpse of the "Flying Soldier"!
"Master Dao, you already know the whereabouts of the Mani Orb, but I'm afraid the Qing soldiers gathered above your head like rain also know about it. After all, I'm not the only one who escaped from Haoli Ghost Country. Prefect Ling can sense that I'm here nearby."
Huang Ji speaks unhurriedly at this moment, hiding in the endless dark shadow, it seems that he can no longer be afraid of the secret in his heart.
"Although Prefect Ling doesn't know the exact location of the tomb, he found the original passage of the tomb in Nether Alley. As long as you dig along the traces, you can always find it here. I'll stay here to confuse the enemy, so hurry up and leave."
Jiang Wen said in amazement: "What? Does Nether Lane lead to Jibi Lane?"
"The end of Youming Lane was originally the Gongji Building built by Zheng Xingzhi, the prime minister of Song Dynasty. At first, there was a three-foot-diameter plaque of Li Zong's imperial book. Later, the building collapsed and the walls were no longer accessible. Only the ruins and towering walls blocked the road. .”
Huang Ji laughed loudly: "When they tear down the ruins while opening the tunnel, I will not be spared in this outdoor cave. Take the Mani Orb and go!"
But Jiang Wen, who heard these words, stood there without moving.
Huang Ji's voice began to be a little dissatisfied, and his attitude towards the hesitant Jiang Wen became stiff.The darkness of human nature made him uneasy, and many dark ends emerged one after another.
"Daoist, it's my omission. I'm willing to use the "Nine Serenities Scripture" as a reward. A little practice of this scripture will be of great benefit to martial arts. There are also "Precious Life Scripture", " Liangyi Ancient Classic, you can exchange with Hongyang Sect for inexhaustible wealth."
But Jiang Wen still remained motionless.
"These scriptures are all written in exorcism. The people in Haoli Ghost Country are all upside-down with the world of the sun. Except for people like me who return to the sun, they can't be proficient in both worlds. After the matter is completed, you go to the Sixth Cao Division of the Official Sage Realm, and I will Put all the books there."
But Jiang Wen stood in the dark, still lost in deep thought.
Obviously the solution to the problem is right in front of his eyes, and he doesn't want to risk his life to toss like Manting Peak Immortal Banquet. Right now, this is clearly the best solution. He rushed to the lake with the Mani Orb. If it can be done, who can stop it with the power of his long sword?
But why, does he always feel uncomfortable?
Before Jiang Wen got the Mani Orb, he felt a lonely soul watching him from the corner.
Its face is ever-changing, its eyes are sad and desolate, and its posture is humble and submissive. It looks like beggars, farmers, traders, and old soldiers on the ordinary roadside, and it also looks like all living beings that can be seen everywhere in this world.
Oh yes, it gently stroked a waist card.
Jiang Wen stroked the vermilion lacquer coffin and asked suddenly.
"How many days at the latest?"
Huang Ji was stunned for a while before trying to understand what he meant, and quickly said: "The sunrise at Maoshi must not pass at the latest, otherwise the catastrophe will be irreparable."
"enough."
Jiang Wen said something to Huang Ji thoughtlessly, then got up and left without hindrance in the darkness.
Huang Ji was stunned. He didn't expect that he would leave without the Mani orb. Could it be that the opposite was an unprecedented coward?
"Daoist, where are you going? For the safety of the people in the city, you can't just leave!"
Jiang Wen's eyes were shining brightly even in the deep underground tomb, and the breath in his body was circulating, washing away the despondency of running around all night.
Jiang Wen stopped, went back to the tomb and fumbled around for a while, then said calmly towards the empty tomb.
"Guardian Huang, you are confused. Since Prefect Ling wants to compete with us, how can we escape in such embarrassment? How do you know that the edge of the West Lake is not a long-planned trap?"
So far in this game of chess, Jiang Wen has been able to sit on an equal footing with the opponent, and now he knows better than Huang Ji how to make the next move.
Huang Ji said helplessly: "I know that the prefect of Ling colluded with the Qing government and used the Geng family. The whole city has been plotted by him. I have no other choice..."
Jiang Wen gestured in the darkness to stop Huang Ji's complaints - even if this person died, he would not be able to change his old habit of worrying about the sky.
"Huang Ji, whether you are the protector of Hongyang or the master of Eryou Zhai, I agree to this matter. The man in the coffin fought against the elite Meng Yuanxiong army back then, but even if his neck was broken and his brain was broken , the waist is straight, and the knees are straight."
Before leaving, Jiang Wen patted the thick red lacquer coffin, his movements were so frivolous, but it seemed that an invisible burden had been lifted from his body, and he said to Huang Ji in a tone that you know what to ask.
"The survivors hope to see the world, but you will only rely on the Mani orb and let him usurp ghosts and gods. I think this is unreasonable and unreasonable. I don't care who is facing me today, I only know the body of a loyal minister and righteous man." , cannot fall into the hands of thieves."
Jiang Wen thought for a moment, then added another sentence.
"Also, no one is allowed to kneel today."
(End of this chapter)
The dark underground palace is empty and unsupported, no matter how lightly the footsteps are stepped on, there will be waves of sound, and the sound will be heard in the corridor layer by layer, which lasts for a long time.
Jiang Wen Bingzhu walked, his mind was never calm, and he didn't care how dense and rain-like footsteps came from above his head.
Those footsteps are full of eagerness, greed, arrogance, and brutality. Only in this tunnel can there be a moment of eternal tranquility-after all, this is the ultimate destination of the dead.
In the haze of the underground, he saw an octagonal overturned building made of big green bricks. A few imitation wooden semicircular columns support the square and narrow space. The floor tiles are engraved with clear lotus patterns, just like There is rain and dew falling slowly,
On the heavy stone gate is carved a lifelike maid half sideways, standing behind the gate with a huanhua bun, looking forward to Jiang Wen, leaning against the gate and covering her mouth with a smile, almost speaking in the blink of an eye.
Jiang Wen always had a vague feeling that when she opened her mouth, she would use the dark and indistinct Yinsi language, whispering those Huangliang dreams in the quiet spring that no one had to return and no one knew about, with the breath of the dirty waves of the Nai River. come out.
The fake bluestone door at the end has been pushed open again.But when he left last time, he obviously closed it carefully.
Jiang Wen sighed.
If he hadn't seen a dead man commanding an army in Gengwangzhuang, he would never have believed in the illusory tales of fog and ghosts, let alone believe that the distance between life and death in Fuzhou City tonight is so thin that there is only one floor Paper.
Jiang Wen stepped forward slowly, and sure enough, he found a gap in the vermilion lacquer coffin. Looking in through the gap, he saw the coffin liquid and the well-preserved forehead of the ancient corpse.Whether it's the tall and stiff decayed figure, or the crumbling broken cervical spine, they are all exactly the same as what they saw in Yizhuang.
This is the truth about him and Feng Daode chasing ghosts in the middle of the night.
It's ridiculous that he, a materialist, found this place first, and Feng Daode, a former monk and now a Taoist priest, is still searching for the suspect in Fuzhou city like a headless chicken.
The older the rivers and lakes are, the less courageous they are, and the narrower their minds.
The noise above the head became more and more obvious, and the rumble was endless, faintly shaking off the dust all over the ground.
Jiang Wen put the lamp on the vermilion lacquer coffin, counting silently in his mind that it had already entered the fifth watch, but he knew that the sky outside might not show signs of light yet, the sky was covered with thick clouds, and the wild night was circling all over the place. The city of Fuzhou has turned into a ghostly place where humans and ghosts live together.
Many residents will be surprised to find that there is a black shadow that is about to move around their stove, foggy things hang upside down from the beams of the house, and unreal ghostly shadows float in the sky outside the door, and the transition between halls and houses is as fast as the wind.
Just like what Jiang Wen saw and heard on the way.
"I just said that the city is so big, it's not suitable to plant banyan trees everywhere..."
Jiang Wen sighed, and slowly blew out the lonely candle in front of him.
This action seemed to extinguish the last torch of the gloomy world here, and all the scenery in front of me was slowly stained with coldness, gradually darkened, and finally faded into withering, and was about to be buried by the thick ashes of catastrophe.
But at the moment when the lamps and candles were extinguished, Jiang Wen saw a short figure in white clothes and black hat suddenly appearing in the empty Southern Song Dynasty tomb with the last glimmer of light in front of his eyes.
Then, a long sigh sounded in the empty tomb.
A hoarse and unpleasant voice sounded suddenly, but compared with Jiang Wen's previous impression, this voice was less frightening and more eerie.
"I didn't expect that among all the people, you would find me first..."
Even in the dark, Jiang Wen's ear skills were already good enough to hear the wind to distinguish his position, but at this moment he only felt that the voices came from all directions, as if the voices he really heard were just entangled winds from all directions in the empty room, Occasional specious sounds.
"Strange, if you didn't expect it to be me, why would you talk so much nonsense before you died, as if you were afraid that I would not be able to guess what was in it."
Jiang Wen sneered and said, "The plausible ghost stories in your mouth are all to remind me of the existence of this place. I should be right—Huangji?"
In the darkness, the sound of the wind rises and falls one after another, roughly like the sound of irregular breathing.
Huang Hufa, whose identity had been dismantled, spoke out of thin air without emotion.
"You're very interesting, so I could tell at a glance that you and I would be together. At that time, I was completely desperate, so I made my idea to Haoli Ghost Country."
"But you have to know that it's easy to say that seeking death, but since ancient times, those who hang themselves hang themselves, those who drown themselves get their arms out, those who commit suicide cry out in pain, and those who burn themselves stagger. No one has enough courage to seek death. If he is really dead after all, then his soul is really gone."
Jiang Wen has seen a fake death escape, but he has never seen a real death escape.
It turns out that the death of Guardian Huang Ji in the Nether Bookstore was his long-planned retreat, and he would launch it immediately once there was no way to retreat.But judging from his struggles before he died, the Haoli Ghost Country he talked about was by no means a good place, and he knew this very well.
"We still have a lot of time now, you can talk slowly."
Jiang Wen sat down on the spot, waiting for the other party to explain the situation in front of him clearly, and also wanted to test Huang Ji, who was full of nonsense when he was born, and how many human words can come out of his mouth after being a ghost.
"I am very clear about what you want to ask, and I have lived too clearly in my life. But please let me ask again, are you looking for the guardian of Hongyang Huangji now? Or Huangji, the master of Eryouzhai?"
The voice sounded slowly, but deliberately created a mystery.
Jiang Wen said loudly: "What about Hongyang Guardian? What about Eryou Zhaizhu?"
Huang Ji laughed emotionlessly.
"Of course there are differences. Since you didn't choose, then I'll start with Huang Ji, the protector of Hongyang."
"Nowadays there are many visions in the city, you should see it too? The former Emperor Lizong of the Song Dynasty ordered Confucianism, Taoism, Buddhism and Ming to jointly build the White Lotus Dharma Teaching, in order to prevent the four disasters of blue, purple, white and red in this world. For four kalpas, keep an inch of the pure white lotus world."
"However, there are countless four calamities that need all sentient beings to go through together, and there is no way to predict whether they will form, live or fail. The Holy Child has lived in Rongcheng for ten years, but he has not waited for the red sun calamity before him..."
Protector Huang's voice was choked, and the sighing was interrupted for a while before he spoke to Jiang Wen slowly.
"I have learned Fengshui Qingwu art since I was a child. I can find dragons, observe sand, observe water, touch acupuncture points, and stand. The movement of the earth's veins stops and rises, and the dragon is called a dragon. Over the years, it has been against the dragon, sick dragon, dead dragon, fake dragon, and so on. I have seen countless retreating and killing dragons, but I have never seen such a terrifying robbery."
"The blood-yellow long river with turbid waves rolling under the city of Fuzhou is a robbery dragon covered with scars, and among the scales are full of lonely ghosts who cannot be reincarnated. The body is covered with insects and snakes, the wind is blowing on the face, the waves are tumbling, and the spirit The souls of undissipated wisdom float in it, and they cannot be freed from torture, but anyone who can come out of it is a fierce and sinister person that ordinary people can hardly imagine."
Jiang Wen nodded secretly, a greedy and cruel person like Ling Zhifu has indeed stepped up to a higher level at this time, and has become a more difficult and vicious opponent.
"The horror of the ghost country in Haoli is completely beyond common sense. If I had known that I would go to such a place after death, I would rather live in the world and be tortured. It is only now that I know why Hulu in Tang Dynasty The mage has spent his whole life cultivating, and he has not spared the mani orbs to suppress this yellow spring under the city of Fuzhou..."
Huang Ji's voice became weaker, and he seemed to have fallen into the nightmare that was deeply haunted by fear before, so that the fear of death itself gradually occupied most of his reason.
But Jiang Wen remained silent.
"You haven't seen the horror of the ghost country in Haoli, so naturally you don't understand what I'm talking about. This city of Fuzhou, Song Huizong sent Lai Buyi, and Zhu Hongwu sent Liu Bowen to this Fuzhou city. After years of painstaking research, I finally saw it. Get out of the way. Do you know... Huangquan Shuisha?"
Huang Ji asked suddenly.
Jiang Wen in the dark shook his head, regardless of whether the other party could see it or not, and the other party did not wait for Jiang Wen's response, and continued talking on his own.
"I am very familiar with the Tianxing Law and the Three Elements Law, but it was not until I learned the Three Laws that I realized that there is a big problem with the three mountains in Fuzhou City."
"Yuewang Mountain is in the north, Jiuxian Mountain is in the south, Wushi Mountain is in the east, and the ancient lake of Xijin is on the west side. If the prosperous place gets wet, it will become a shape evil. And this is not an ordinary evil situation. It is already the Huangquan evil in the three laws. .”
"Huangquan evil cannot be generalized. It is a dangerous situation where misfortune and good fortune depend on each other. Xunfang's going to the water is a combination, and it is considered auspicious. If it is incoming water, then it is considered evil. The turmoil that has come is nothing more than the three water bureaus of urging officials, helping the poor, and killing people. They just shift with the changes in the dragon veins. Therefore, whenever there is official salary and wealth in the local area, there must also be Sun Ce Tudong. For such a fatal disaster."
"However, Master Hulu fixed the acupoints with Mani orbs, and King Shenzhi of Fujian divided the dragons with two pagodas, which just cut off the water veins of the underground Yellow Springs, resulting in an empty place where the lake does not overflow. In addition, the city is surrounded by nine rivers, and the water goes continuously. , This has turned death into life for thousands of years. From then on, whenever a catastrophe comes to Fuzhou City, it can open the city and turn the danger into safety, avoiding the disasters of Yangzhou and Jiading..."
Jiang Wen listened for a while, and said in a low voice: "I don't know much about Feng Shui, but at first glance, it should be a good thing, right? Wouldn't it be beautiful to have wealth and position, and avoid the disaster of death? "
Huang Ji smiled wryly, and the lingering voice was full of bitterness and helplessness.
"What I mentioned just now are only innate numbers, and now there are acquired changes. Do you still remember the key to Huang Quansha?"
Jiang Wen understood what he meant, and couldn't help lowering his voice and said, "Are you...doubting this West Lake?"
"Exactly. The three mountains have been difficult to move since ancient times. Only this West Lake was created by the prefect of the Jin Dynasty who dug up the secluded springs and sea eyes under the city of Fuzhou. I suspect that this extremely dangerous situation in the underworld was deliberately created by the ancients of the Wei and Jin Dynasties. And for it!"
Jiang Wen knew in his heart that this small possibility had been magnified countless times in his eyes. As long as it was a strange thing that had even the slightest relationship with the Wei Jin wielding rhinoceros, it could not be treated with common sense.
This kind of practice of using huge cities as paper and digging mountains and seas as pens is too sensational. However, the deliberate deliberation of Wei and Jin wielding rhinoceros was prompted by Min Huizong's wishful thinking. Immortal Luo clearly wanted to send Fuzhou City into the Yellow Spring Artemisia, and live forever as the emperor of his ghost country!
Thinking of this, he suddenly recalled another sentence, which was the prophecy poem that did not exist in the secret statement of Immortal Wang Ba's seal altar and the prophecy that Min Huizong believed deeply, but was somehow compared.
The Son of Heaven is born in Fujian, and the battlefield of Sanshan.
Jiang Wen and Huang Ji's knowledge is completely different, and the methods they adopted have nothing to do with each other, but their conclusions are strangely the same. They also believe that if there is no accident in Fuzhou City tonight, blood will flow into rivers. Corpses are everywhere!
"I believe what you say."
Jiang Wen's answer seemed to surprise Huang Ji, and even the speed of his speech increased a little.
"Okay, good, you just believe it! It is said in the Kanyu book that the four yang directions of Lijiageng, Bingren and Siyang are the prosperous directions of the four bureaus, and the water flows from the right to the left. Death, tomb, and Jueshui go to the hall, and break through to the official position."
"The original Xunwei Qushui is already a murderous Huangquan evil, with blood flowing and drifting, and bones lying on the pillow. But when the Youquan Sea Eye, which has been suppressed for thousands of years, is opened, it must be a Xunwei flood, extremely dangerous and poisonous, and the murderous intention of overturning has appeared. , killing Huangquan is not enough to call it."
"Once the secluded spring and sea eyes that have been cut off for thousands of years reappear, there is nothing worse than this water, which is the big yellow spring evil for killing people!"
Huang Ji said impatiently, "The efforts of Master Hulu and others are limited, and they will not be able to keep the safety of generations after all. Now that the West Lake is dry and the ancient temples are emerging, it is today's atonement for the Minghuizong of the Five Dynasties of the Tang Dynasty. What he said The Yinquan Heavenly Palace to be established is even more absurd under the guise of the ghost kingdom in Haoli."
"If this murderous Great Yellow Spring from the Tang Dynasty to the present was born, the whole city of Fuzhou would fall into the ghost country of Haoli, and be flooded by the blood-yellow giant river with turbid waves, and there would be no living people among the three mountains. If you want to tell Hongyang Shengtong that what he is worried about has happened, you must find a way to stop it!"
"Do you know what I saw in the ghost country in Haoli? It is a sacrificial vessel from three generations in ancient times! In ancient times, some people called Mount Tai and Haoli together. I thought it was Lu Ji's piercing association, but after I went down, I carefully studied the dragon seal inside. The ancient characters, what is under your feet are the relics of the Xilu Kingdom in the Xia Dynasty!"
Hearing this, Jiang Wen also gasped in the dark.
The Xilu Kingdom is one of the feudal states of the Xia Dynasty, which is related to the famous legend Liu Lei's dragon.
In the first year of Kongjia (1879 BC), Xiadi Kongjia accidentally got a pair of male and female Ssangyong, and asked Liu Lei, who was studying in the "Huanlong Family", to raise them.A few years later, a female dragon died, and she submerged herself to eat the king, and the king envoy asked for it.Frightened, Liu Lei led his family to Lu to avoid disaster. At the age of 26, he lived and multiplied in the local area and became the later Xilu Kingdom.
But it is this ancient city, later because of the collapse of Mount Tai, the city fell into the dark Artemisia under Mount Tai. Looking down, the tall grass is dense and the waves are rolling, and the people are lost. The theory of the netherworld.
But according to what Huang Ji said, the Xilu Kingdom has also fallen into the Haoli Ghost Kingdom? !No wonder this terrifying alien space is called Haoli Ghost Kingdom!
Jiang Wen didn't believe in this kind of bizarre Feng Shui technique, but the disaster in front of him was imminent, and many things were self-evident.He also has his own views on the catastrophe in front of him.
On February 1985, 2, the Soviet space station Salyut 11 suddenly lost control, which almost caused an international crisis, so the Soviet government sent experienced astronaut Vladimir Janibekov to the sky for maintenance, making the crisis smooth spent.
But in space, Janibekov discovered that the main shaft of the wing nut used for maintenance is unstable when it is turned over without gravity, and it will suddenly turn 180 degrees periodically, which was later called "Janibekov". "Koff effect" has also become some kind of demonstration of the reversal of the earth's magnetic poles.
What you need to know is that generally speaking, flipping needs to be flipped around an axis. The space we live in is three-dimensional, and all kinds of objects are also three-dimensional, so in fact any object has three axes.Generally speaking, the flip of the wing nut should rotate around one of its own main axes, which is a common phenomenon in our previous cognition.
Moreover, some data show that the time when the Soviet Union discovered this phenomenon was much earlier than the time when this effect was disclosed and named.
Today's Fuzhou City and the original Xilu Kingdom are very similar to such wing nuts. The so-called Fengshui dragon veins can also be understood as the transformation of magnetic field and three-dimensional coordinates. convert.
Jiang Wen always believed that Haoli Ghost Country is definitely not the underworld in the concept, otherwise Huang Ji would have met the Hongyang Shengtong who was one step ahead, and figured out all the ins and outs.
At a fixed time every Jiazi, the three-dimensional coordinates of Fuzhou City will be captured by something, resulting in an additional invisible axis that can be flipped. Once the potential energy appears, a certain three-dimensional creature will fall between the three mountains Go into a world of terror that is incomprehensible and unrecognizable.
And this "thing" that secretly approached and captured Fuzhou City is very likely to be the ghost country in Haoli, which is covered in scars and shaped like an old dragon in Huang Ji's mouth, and it is a resurgence phenomenon in a collapsed dimension...
Jiang Wen tentatively said: "If the murderous Great Yellow Spring Sha takes shape, what will happen?"
Huang Ji's voice came out faintly, and he narrated the ancient scriptures with indescribable sobs.
"The law of the universe, the void is boundless, the world is boundless and boundless, after the red sun catastrophe, at this time the city will sink into the void, just like a black hole, there is no day, night, sun and moon, only the great darkness, sinking into it, there will never be a peaceful day... "
"Haoli Ghost Country is so dangerous, how did you get out?"
Hearing Jiang Wen's sudden question, Huang Ji was silent for a while, then laughed miserably, and Jiang Wen also laughed awkwardly.
escape?Now it is clear that they are not coming out, but they are about to fall in.
"According to the method left by Master Hulu, if you want to solve this murder, someone must go to the West Lake with the Mani Orb to subdue the Nether Sea Eye at the bottom of the lake again. I can't escape the pursuit of Ling Zhifu. The Holy Child of the Red Sun that I relied on is also gone, so I need to find someone else."
"Mani Orb? Tell me in detail."
Hearing these four words, Jiang Wen cheered up 12 points, but Huang Ji changed the topic.
"There are too many things involved in the Mani Orb, but the latter part is the story of Huang Ji, the master of Eryou Zhai."
Huang Ji's voice came again faintly, as if he was telling stories about other people who had nothing to do with him.
…………
"In the year when Emperor Longwu succeeded to the throne, Prefect Ling ordered me to repair the chess hall out of nowhere, and brought his idea to that Nether Bookstore that had been abandoned for many years. I knew there was something wrong with it."
"There are several eunuchs' graves outside Xiangdian. The guards of all dynasties think that their incompleteness is bad luck, and they are even unwilling to move the graves. They always feel that they will summon some evil prophecies. But I am different, you should know..."
Of course Jiang Wen knew that Huang Ji in front of him was a long-standing tomb robber, and every eerie tomb was very attractive to him.
What's more, there are six or seven in front of you.
"In the shabby tomb there is only a token of the mausoleum guardian of the former Song Dynasty, which let me know that this person's real name is Luo Mian. I also reported it to the magistrate in the same way."
"But I didn't tell him. I also found that the mud on the soles of the shoes when the corpse was encoffined was very strange. That kind of gray soft soil can only be found in Jipi Lane, which is filled with marshes..."
Chalk, that is, after organisms called "polyporia" die, their extremely tiny bodies sink to the bottom of the sea, day and night.
Over time, it accumulates into a thick layer of shells, which eventually become bonded together and compressed into a soft limestone.But they are so tiny that this process would take millions of years to complete.
"...I found out here later."
From that day on, he changed from an unknown clerk in the Fuzhou government office to a cautious master of Eryouzhai.
Eryou, the name of the mountain.
Volume [-] of "Taiping Yulan" quotes "Jingzhou Ji" records that there are caves in the two mountains of Yuanling, and there are thousands of volumes of books in the cave of Xiaoyou Mountain. The cave has now become a place where Huang Ji carefully collects and preserves knowledge.
Huang Ji's explanation was too short, as if deliberately skipping many key elements, to prevent himself from recalling the years when he was chased by terrifying knowledge because of his strong curiosity.
The cold wind blew up, and Jiang Wen seemed to hear the sound of Cang Yan's soul wandering and Beimang's ghost crying in his ears.
"After this ancient tomb came into your hands, you opened another tunnel leading to the White Lotus Sect nunnery. Does this mean that you originally planned to tell them this place?"
Jiang Wen changed the topic silently. He couldn't see anything in the dark, as if he was talking to a ray of breeze, and it might even be false. Everything was just him in this miasmic tomb, It's just a strange dream that came out of nowhere.
"It's a last resort. Among all people, the Mingzun sect may be the least harmful group of people, but no one can restrain their ambitions. From your point of view, the Red Lotus Madonna Bodhisattva is the only copy of the "Nine Serene Scriptures" "Is it really satisfying?"
Huangji is negative to human nature.
This short, ugly guy was filled with the darkness brought out from the tomb. Thousands of years of mutual calculations and life-and-death struggles between the owner of the tomb and the robbers have made him unable to see the green pines, cypresses, and long reeds on the tomb. I have to lift the cover and ask what happened.
"Besides, the current White Lotus Sect is no longer the original White Lotus Sect..."
Huang Ji suddenly stopped in secrecy. This was the first time Jiang Wen felt the timidity and fear that he had only in his lifetime from his mouth today.
Jiang Wen clearly sensed that there was something in his words.
"You have said so much, but you still haven't told me the main point. You have worked so hard to crawl back from the underworld, you probably want to complain to me, an idler."
Jiang Wen took a deep breath, stood up slowly while supporting the vermilion lacquer coffin, and said to the direction where Ming Ming spoke.
"Nowadays, many forces are looking for the whereabouts of the Mani Orb, but you, the instigator, are so withdrawn from the matter, what is your plan?"
Huang Ji laughed strangely in a low voice, as if listening to the rumbling vibration above his head, Jiang Wen could already imagine that smug face.
"It's all because of their own greed. But the Mani Orb they are looking for is indeed in my hands."
Huang Ji told him that he found the Mani Orb on the body of Luo Mian, the guardian of the tomb.
He found clues from the sad and mournful Jueming Stele, and discovered the exact location of the ancient tomb of the Southern Song Dynasty.However, according to his research, the tomb was built far longer than the Southern Song Dynasty, and it should have been completed during the reign of Song Huizong.
Coincidentally, he also discovered that the former owner of this tomb was none other than Huang Chang, the prefect of skulls who had been admired for a long time by the Mingzun Sect.
Huang Shang was originally just a scholar and literati who entered his official career through the imperial examination. Because he was good at Taoist health preservation methods, he was entrusted by Emperor Huizong of Song Dynasty to compile the Wanshou Dao Cang.
But Fang La, the leader of the Ming Cult at that time, raised his troops from the south of the Yangtze River, and his troops went south without any hindrance. The army was invincible, but was blocked by the army and people led by the defender Huang Shang.
The soldiers and horses of the two sides were at a stalemate in Fuzhou City. Fang La was born with a heart of love for talents, and he believed that he was unrivaled in the world in martial arts classics, so he came to the Nine Immortals Temple on Jiuxian Mountain alone to meet Huang Shang, and proposed to decide the outcome by debating the scriptures. , the loser just give up and leave.
No one knows the content of that debate, only that there was no winner for three days and three nights, Ming Zun taught Fang La to provide all the classics and proofs in the church, but Huang Shang refuted them one by one.In the end, the menacing Fang La left in anger, and Huang Chang was also shot to death.
Fortunately, reinforcements had arrived during the stalemate, so the officials in the city were able to contain the corpse of the prefect. While mourning, they built this tomb with the intention of burying it in a place where Fuzhou City is full of smoke, so that generations of descendants can pray and burn incense.
But later on, Huang Chang, who had been dead for a long time, came back to life from the coffin, Huan Yang became the prefect of the skull, and obtained a body of exquisite and profound martial arts.
Huang Shang defeated many Dharma kings and Dharma protectors of the Ming Cult, and the tomb was naturally vacated, and it was finally left for the unknown general who fought desperately with the Mongolian army in the Southern Song Dynasty and killed Kuimen.
The irony is that the Ming religion has declined sharply since the Song, Meng and Yuan Dynasties, and all the classics of this religion have been lost. Instead, they can only be searched from the manuscripts of the life-and-death enemy Huang Shang.
There is an ambiguous saying that during the three days of tit-for-tat debate between the skull prefect and Fang La, they wrote down the classic scriptures on the spot, and said that they would publish them all over the world, annotating and criticizing them word by word, so as to preserve the truth. To get rid of the fake, this made Fang La want to kill people.
"Daoist, do you know what these eunuchs did? They are not as miserable and weak as they said."
Protector Huang Ji suddenly changed the topic and said, "Those eunuchs somehow managed to obtain the Mani Orb, and they also developed the same method of killing and wounding as our sect."
"For decades since then, they have used the corpse next to you as a guide to continuously attack and kill the Mongolian soldiers who were alone in Fuzhou City. Since then, it has been rumored in the alleys that the head ghost killed people, and finally there is the Nether Bookstore. The scene where you saw corpses standing like a forest..."
Jiang Wen shouldn't have any interest in this matter, it was nothing more than another twists and turns, strange and chaotic incident, but when he talked about it, it turned into an inexplicable emotion in his ears.
These people were the most humble people when they were born, and their job was worse than that of a pig butcher, but they persisted in doing the same thing in Shenzhou Luchen's years, so as to remember the pain and anger in their hearts.
When whole cities have surrendered and the world has fallen under the iron heel, such tenacious tenacity is but a sad struggle.At the end of this period of struggle, Luo Mian was deeply trapped in the dark world until he passed away in despair at an octogenarian age.
Throughout his life, God will always give him some hopes that are weaker than reeds. Those are guarding the mausoleum, burying the bones, meeting the cliff mountain, serving the royal family, and finally revenge.
Every time Luo Xian faced an opportunity, he put up [-]% of his efforts and achieved several times the results. Only when he reached the goal at the risk of dying, did God tell him how vast and powerful the enemy was, and he What a drop in the bucket was the resistance.
He once cried bitterly in front of Lizong's corpse and despaired in front of the descendants of the royal family. When he got the Mani Orb that Shunzhi dreamed of, and killed hundreds of brave and brutal Mongols, he could only watch them become more fierce.
Perhaps he didn't know until he was about to die that the Flying God Soldier that the survivors of the Southern Song Dynasty had longed to worship would only be a dry bone in the tomb, and would never stir up any disturbances.
"Give me the Mani Orb."
Jiang Wen sighed, something heavy weighed him down.
He found that the more ignorant and muddled people can laugh, and the sober people like Luo Xian and Huang Ji are always in pain. Life will force them to have the courage to seek death, and then they will be forced to live with great perseverance .
No wonder Huang Ji said they were from the same path.
"Let's talk about the treasure later."
Huang Ji still talked about him from left to right, and seemed to be listening to the vibrations above his head again and again.
"This sound reminds me of the second year of Longwu. It was when the Qing soldiers went south. Huang Daozhou, Minister of the Ministry of Officials, built twelve big drums and placed them around the city wall. He sent people to stick the drums every day. It is said that this can I noticed the presence of cavalry ten miles away."
"As a small official in the city, I was naturally curious, and I leaned over to listen to it once. I heard this sound, crisp and fast like firecrackers, and like hailstones falling in summer..."
When Huang Ji said this, his tone was very anxious.
Apart from these little things, he naturally still remembers that Belle Bolo led his troops south to suppress the border, and Huang Daozhou mobilized the soldiers and civilians of Fujian with his loyalty, and sent the "Biandan Army" to his death foolishly with enthusiasm.
Although the Zheng family is big, only Zheng Chenggong is a loyal minister. The rest are greedy, cruel and abuse the people like wolves and tigers.
When the news of Zheng Chenggong's defeat came a few months ago, he closed the door and got so drunk that he almost vomited out his heart and lungs, and the bitterness in his mouth became more and more intense.
Stop looking at me day and night, my lord mausoleum guardian.
What can I, a small official, do?
How can I, a mortal, make up for where the sky is falling?
After being silent for a long time, Huang Ji finally let out a long sigh.
"I'm just not reconciled. People in Fuzhou City are also simmering with anger. Many people know what I did, but the people in the neighborhood kept silent. The indisputable ground of the military is only because there is no danger to defend. Who would want to How about handing over your wealth and life to such a sinister person?"
"I have approached many people, and all of them swear by their righteousness, but I know that once the Mani Orb falls into their hands, it will only become a priceless bargaining chip, and it will be used by the people of the dog fly camp. Hands. After all, they don’t care about the sky and the ghost country at all, so I can only make a bad move and pull everyone into this precarious city.”
"Do you know that when Luo Mian died, he was still clutching his waist card tightly, and his eyes were not closed. I didn't dare to tell him that the Mongols were driven away and the Jurchens came. This thing is too hot to hold. When I close my eyes every night, I feel that someone is watching me. From then on, as long as I can't sleep at night, I will drive the flying magic soldier in the coffin to do what Luo Mian did back then..."
When Huang Ji said this, Jiang Wen didn't need to ask any more questions.
Where the Mani Treasure is located, the place is neither cold nor hot. If a person suffers from heat, wind, cold, leprosy, sores, swelling, etc., put the beads on his body, the disease will be cured, and the muddy water will be clarified and the color of the water will be changed. Virtue.
And in the vermilion lacquer coffin in front of Jiang Wen, there was a rotten and immortal corpse that came and went like flying. Although the alley was sometimes full of miasma, it could come and go freely and clearly.
Combining the two, the Mani Orb was clearly inside the corpse of the "Flying Soldier"!
"Master Dao, you already know the whereabouts of the Mani Orb, but I'm afraid the Qing soldiers gathered above your head like rain also know about it. After all, I'm not the only one who escaped from Haoli Ghost Country. Prefect Ling can sense that I'm here nearby."
Huang Ji speaks unhurriedly at this moment, hiding in the endless dark shadow, it seems that he can no longer be afraid of the secret in his heart.
"Although Prefect Ling doesn't know the exact location of the tomb, he found the original passage of the tomb in Nether Alley. As long as you dig along the traces, you can always find it here. I'll stay here to confuse the enemy, so hurry up and leave."
Jiang Wen said in amazement: "What? Does Nether Lane lead to Jibi Lane?"
"The end of Youming Lane was originally the Gongji Building built by Zheng Xingzhi, the prime minister of Song Dynasty. At first, there was a three-foot-diameter plaque of Li Zong's imperial book. Later, the building collapsed and the walls were no longer accessible. Only the ruins and towering walls blocked the road. .”
Huang Ji laughed loudly: "When they tear down the ruins while opening the tunnel, I will not be spared in this outdoor cave. Take the Mani Orb and go!"
But Jiang Wen, who heard these words, stood there without moving.
Huang Ji's voice began to be a little dissatisfied, and his attitude towards the hesitant Jiang Wen became stiff.The darkness of human nature made him uneasy, and many dark ends emerged one after another.
"Daoist, it's my omission. I'm willing to use the "Nine Serenities Scripture" as a reward. A little practice of this scripture will be of great benefit to martial arts. There are also "Precious Life Scripture", " Liangyi Ancient Classic, you can exchange with Hongyang Sect for inexhaustible wealth."
But Jiang Wen still remained motionless.
"These scriptures are all written in exorcism. The people in Haoli Ghost Country are all upside-down with the world of the sun. Except for people like me who return to the sun, they can't be proficient in both worlds. After the matter is completed, you go to the Sixth Cao Division of the Official Sage Realm, and I will Put all the books there."
But Jiang Wen stood in the dark, still lost in deep thought.
Obviously the solution to the problem is right in front of his eyes, and he doesn't want to risk his life to toss like Manting Peak Immortal Banquet. Right now, this is clearly the best solution. He rushed to the lake with the Mani Orb. If it can be done, who can stop it with the power of his long sword?
But why, does he always feel uncomfortable?
Before Jiang Wen got the Mani Orb, he felt a lonely soul watching him from the corner.
Its face is ever-changing, its eyes are sad and desolate, and its posture is humble and submissive. It looks like beggars, farmers, traders, and old soldiers on the ordinary roadside, and it also looks like all living beings that can be seen everywhere in this world.
Oh yes, it gently stroked a waist card.
Jiang Wen stroked the vermilion lacquer coffin and asked suddenly.
"How many days at the latest?"
Huang Ji was stunned for a while before trying to understand what he meant, and quickly said: "The sunrise at Maoshi must not pass at the latest, otherwise the catastrophe will be irreparable."
"enough."
Jiang Wen said something to Huang Ji thoughtlessly, then got up and left without hindrance in the darkness.
Huang Ji was stunned. He didn't expect that he would leave without the Mani orb. Could it be that the opposite was an unprecedented coward?
"Daoist, where are you going? For the safety of the people in the city, you can't just leave!"
Jiang Wen's eyes were shining brightly even in the deep underground tomb, and the breath in his body was circulating, washing away the despondency of running around all night.
Jiang Wen stopped, went back to the tomb and fumbled around for a while, then said calmly towards the empty tomb.
"Guardian Huang, you are confused. Since Prefect Ling wants to compete with us, how can we escape in such embarrassment? How do you know that the edge of the West Lake is not a long-planned trap?"
So far in this game of chess, Jiang Wen has been able to sit on an equal footing with the opponent, and now he knows better than Huang Ji how to make the next move.
Huang Ji said helplessly: "I know that the prefect of Ling colluded with the Qing government and used the Geng family. The whole city has been plotted by him. I have no other choice..."
Jiang Wen gestured in the darkness to stop Huang Ji's complaints - even if this person died, he would not be able to change his old habit of worrying about the sky.
"Huang Ji, whether you are the protector of Hongyang or the master of Eryou Zhai, I agree to this matter. The man in the coffin fought against the elite Meng Yuanxiong army back then, but even if his neck was broken and his brain was broken , the waist is straight, and the knees are straight."
Before leaving, Jiang Wen patted the thick red lacquer coffin, his movements were so frivolous, but it seemed that an invisible burden had been lifted from his body, and he said to Huang Ji in a tone that you know what to ask.
"The survivors hope to see the world, but you will only rely on the Mani orb and let him usurp ghosts and gods. I think this is unreasonable and unreasonable. I don't care who is facing me today, I only know the body of a loyal minister and righteous man." , cannot fall into the hands of thieves."
Jiang Wen thought for a moment, then added another sentence.
"Also, no one is allowed to kneel today."
(End of this chapter)
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