It’s hard to break a phoenix’s destiny

Chapter 392 The ghostly fire ignites again

Yang Xianrong stood next to Sima Zhong's coffin and carefully counted the one hundred times Sima Yue kowtowed before turning back to his phoenix chariot. Cuixi and Luzhu followed her and rearranged the car curtains tightly.

Sima Yue was temporarily unable to command, so Sima Chi ignored him and returned to his chariot.

The supervisor guarding the imperial mausoleum first bowed respectfully to Master Xu, and then began to direct the convoy of people to slowly enter the imperial mausoleum.

The Tomb of the Sun has been built for forty years, and its general scale is the same as that of the late emperor Sima Yan. In fact, during Sima Zhong's reign, especially in the first ten years, thanks to the favor of the late emperor, people's lives were relatively stable, and many good things were used in the foundation stone and wood of the imperial mausoleum. Although there were wars afterwards, the construction of the imperial tombs continued. After the fire in the arsenal, Zhang Du secretly transported some of the things to the imperial mausoleum as burial objects for Sima Zhong in the future.

When he was in Tianyuan Palace the day before yesterday, he quietly told Yang Xianrong and asked, "If you need it, you can dig it out and take it away."

"Where should I take it?" Yang Xianrong asked.

"Go where you want to go." Zhang Du smiled.

"I don't have anywhere I want to go." Yang Xianrong also smiled, "I want to accompany the emperor."

"Didn't you promise the emperor to take revenge?" Zhang Du touched his leg and sighed deeply.

"Yes, I must take revenge. But, I need you to help me." Yang Xianrong also touched his leg, showing a meaningful smile.

Just like this moment, Yang Xianrong stood at the entrance of the main tomb passage of the Sun Mausoleum, watching the craftsmen using long logs as sleepers to slowly push Sima Zhong's coffin in. She wanted to cry, but she couldn't. The women behind her were already wailing in agony, their sounds extremely sad.

Yes, Sima Zhong is dead.

Before, I always felt that he was sleeping in Xianyang Palace, just asleep. But at this moment, I really felt that this person was going to be sent to a big tomb in the mountains. If the door of the huge stone tomb was closed, he would never be seen again.

He would be alone in the tomb, in complete darkness.

and then?
He will slowly rot and turn into a pile of bones. And the gold-threaded dragon robe on his body may not rot so quickly, as well as the gold, silver and jade articles buried with him. By the way, there are also a lot of fine wines, all of which he likes.

Therefore, these days of slowly decaying should not be too difficult.

Of course, it would be best if someone can accompany you.

When the coffin was put in, Xu Zhenren stood aside and sprinkled strong wine and performed a wonderful Taoist sword dance to bury him. He promised his best friend Sima Yan that he would protect Sima Zhong Zhouquan. Now, it can be considered complete.

There were tears in the corners of his eyes, but no one could see them in his extremely fast body.

The rain stopped and the wind picked up.

The weather became very cold, the wind blew everything up, and the sky became clear.

The courteous officer read a long eulogy, describing Sima Zhong's life with extremely gorgeous words, praising everything about him, including his wisdom, bravery, and even extreme intelligence. Of course, this is just a formality, and no one is really listening to the content.

Sima Yue had already recovered and stood beside Yang Xianrong and asked in a low voice: "Have you had enough trouble?"

"Why are you making trouble?" Yang Xianrong looked at him and pointed at the group of Sima Zhong women behind him. They all looked sad and fell to their knees. Because before the huge stone beam of the tomb door falls, these women will be let in to fend for themselves. Only someone with a status like Yang Xianrong would need to drink a glass of poisoned wine, lie in the coffin and wait for seventy-seven forty-nine days before being buried with Sima Zhong. "Look, if you all be obedient, you can do whatever you want."

"This is the rule of Jin Dynasty." Sima Yue said fiercely.

"Then, did you agree?" Yang Xianrong suddenly asked, "Anyway, I have hidden the "Emperor's Book". If you don't agree, it will never see the light of day again and return to dust with me. The soil has returned to the soil." "...I'll think about it again..." Sima Yue was still hesitating.

"There's still half a stick of incense." Yang Xianrong laughed, his eyes were so beautiful.

Offer wine to the sky three times, to the earth three times, and to the ancestors three times.

The entire ceremony was extremely luxurious and full of etiquette.

Xu Zhenren stood under the tomb door without saying a word.

Several maids serving Sima Zhong were already planning to enter the tomb passage on their own. They moved forward slowly and bowed to Master Xu under the tomb door to show their respect. But just as they were about to step into the tomb door, a fire suddenly broke out again, very suddenly and very violently.

This is strange.

There is nothing here, only the entrance to the tomb passage made of stones, and even the beams are made of huge stones. How could it burn?

When everyone saw this situation, they were so frightened that they backed away. The eldest palace maids were also retreating, but Sima Yue's soldiers drove them forward.

Xu Zhenren also flew away from the entrance to the tomb and said loudly: "This must be because Emperor Daxing does not want them to be buried! Don't go in first!"

Everyone listened to Xu Zhenren's words, and the soldiers could not continue to drive people away, so they all stopped.

The eldest ladies stepped back, and the flames slowly disappeared. There were only bursts of black smoke at the entrance to the tomb, but there was no trace of any flames.

The strong wind blew by, leaving no trace at all.

This is really strange!

Unexpectedly, so many things happened during the burial. Everyone started whispering again, and then it turned into a buzz. Some brave people have already come over to see what's going on. Even many female relatives came over, some holding children to watch the fun. After all, not everyone can see this kind of thing.

The scene was a bit chaotic.

Xu Zhenren stood on a high place with his sword behind his back and said loudly: "Emperor Xiaohui is kind and does not want the people in the harem to be buried."

"This is the rule of Jin Dynasty!" Sima Yue shouted, pulling his neck.

"The late emperor did not sacrifice anyone for burial." Xu Zhenren glanced at him, "The late emperor was kind and left a message at that time that there should be no sacrifice for burial. What, are you going to reinstate it now?"

"They volunteered!" Sima Yue was still shouting.

"Then there's another one. As long as he can get in, I'll let him go." Master Xu is really impressive and has the appearance of a god.

A palace maid who cried the most fiercely stood up and walked to the entrance of the tomb alone.

But the moment she stepped in, the fire started burning again, instantly setting her hair on fire, which was also terrifying.

The other maids ran over to pull the person back and immediately put out the fire on her head.

At this time, the fire at the entrance to the tomb was extinguished, and the black smoke was quickly blown away by the strong wind, leaving no trace.