Tomb Robber: I, Chen Yulou, am dedicated to cultivating immortality!

Chapter 113: Dragon, Tiger Staff, Snake God’s Eyes and Pepper Picture - Monument

A sound fell.

Immediately, a guy sent me a vaginal claw.

Under the astonished gazes of everyone, Chen Yulou was calm and composed, without any panic at all. He held the penis-finding claw in his hand and directly penetrated the blood of the half-coffin and scratched it back and forth.

Soon, there was a resistance on the iron claw.

"It's shipped..."

Use your skill to fish it out gently.

wow-

The blood that had gradually returned to calm began to sway again.

Everyone's eyes were immediately attracted.

As the probing claw emerged little by little, a short cyan staff about the length of an arm was also taken out of the crimson blood coffin.

The style of the short staff is extremely strange.

There is a dragon head on one end and a tiger head on the other. The point where the bodies of the two beasts meet is the handle in the middle.

The whole body is blue, as if coated with a layer of green glaze, giving people a simple and heavy feeling.

At first glance, it looks like an ancient relic from the Han Dynasty.

"Dragon knotweed!"

The moment I saw it.

Chen Yulou's eyes couldn't help but light up.

It can be said that this is the key to the road to immortality in the tomb of King Xian.

The Han people believe in the Queen Mother of the West and believe that she is in charge of the elixir of life and the ability to ascend to heaven. Dragons and tigers are the keys to mortals reaching heaven and becoming immortals.

Therefore, during the Han Dynasty.

You can often see portraits of dragons and tigers guarding the Queen Mother of the West.

The dragon and tiger cuspidum should be born out of this.

And the reason why he values ​​it so much.

It is because it is not only a symbol of authority, but also the key to opening the door to Xianwangxianxian.

without it.

It is also impossible to enter the Tomb of King Xian.

I have to say that the person in this crimson blood coffin has really amazing methods.

One link after another.

Worm Valley can only be regarded as the easiest level.

only……

How many people can't even get past the first hurdle.

Carrying the dragon-tiger stick, Chen Yulou casually threw the penis-detecting claw back into the man's hand.

"Do you understand?"

"Be careful and don't miss something good."

Several guys immediately came forward and combed it bit by bit with their vaginal claws.

Soon there was movement under his hands.

However, what was fished out this time was not an exposed weapon, but a dead body that was soaked in blood and turned white.

He is an old man in his fifties or sixties.

His beard and hair are all white, and he has a long, pointed face.

What is shocking is that even though they have been dead for two thousand years, the ancient corpses show no signs of decay, and their faces even look a little rosy.

It seems that he is not dead.

Just fell into a deep sleep.

"No rotten corpse..."

Seeing how heavy it was, the guys thought they had caught something good.

The result was an ancient corpse.

In addition, there was nothing valuable on him, so I subconsciously prepared to put it aside first.

But the well-informed Partridge Whistle suddenly jumped at the corner of his eyes.

"Be careful."

"It's Wei Jing!"

After he drank it, the others saw that there was something wrong with the ancient corpse's rosy skin under the light.

It reflects a luster like glass.

After taking a closer look, I discovered that he was actually wearing a layer of crystal armor as thin as cicada wings and with a strange style.

"It's really crystal clear."

"What is the crystal?"

"Mom, it is said that this thing can only be found in the Immortal Mountain. The immortals ascended to the sky and left behind their remains. In order to prevent decay, they were wrapped with a layer of midge crystals."

"Then what are you waiting for? Peel it off, it's definitely worth money."

Obviously, Partridge Whistle is not the only one who has heard what Zhijing said.

Immediately someone screamed out in surprise.

That thin layer of plastic is so precious.

Still on the golden jade clothes.

The man who carried the corpse suppressed his hands shaking, for fear of destroying some of Nao Shizi's crystals.

Fortunately, although the crystal is as thin as a cicada's wing, it is not as fragile as imagined. Instead, it has the texture of a tapestry in your hand.

Peel off the midge crystals.

The body of the high priest was exposed to the air.

Immediately it quickly became darker at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It no longer has its previous luster.

Chen Yulou looked at the ancient corpse quietly, always feeling that he could see the shadows of many people in him.

only……

About his identity.

And no definition.

Perhaps he was once a man of extraordinary talent and brilliance who overshadowed an era.

Otherwise, we would not be able to build such a world-shattering treasure as the Tomb of King Xian.

Take a look at the entire world of ghost blowing lanterns.

The only one Chen Yulou could think of that could compare with King Xian's Tomb was Dixian Village.

Speaking of which, this place is somewhat similar to Dixian Village.

All for the illusory ascension to immortality.

They also rely on the method of turning corpses into immortals.

The only difference is probably that the feng shui of Dixian Village is far inferior to that of Shuilong Fainting.

However, comparing the various designs in the tomb, he still felt that the person in front of him had more outstanding methods, almost like a demon.

It's a pity that man's calculation is not as good as God's calculation.

How could it be so simple to become an immortal and an ancestor?

Even with the Muchen Bead, which is said to lead to immortality if taken.

After all, King Xian fell short.

But the plan here is so meticulous that he is definitely the one closest to becoming an immortal.

Compared to Feng Shigu, it is countless times better.

"It's in stock again..."

"Quick, get the bamboo hat."

He was still thinking to himself when the exclamations of the guys came to his ears again.

Looking back.

Just in time to see a golden light break through the water.

It was a mask made of pure gold.

It has a strange shape, with a dragon horn on its head, a tiger-shaped mouth, and fish-tail-shaped ears.

It looks hideous and ugly.

Unspeakably horrifying.

But just the dazzling golden light is enough to make people suddenly lose this point.

Carefully lay the mask flat on the bamboo hat.

Scarlet blood dripped down the gap.

Under the light, the golden light is even more dazzling, and there is still a faint jade light.

After looking at it carefully, he discovered that the ears, eyes, mouth and nose of the mask were all embedded with green and white jade beads.

"Damn it, how much gold does it take to make a mask?"

A bunch of people looked straight.

For them, gold in troubled times is not an empty talk.

These days, half a silver dollar can buy a girl.

Even if you get to Baihua Tower in the provincial capital, if a piece of small yellow croaker is smashed down, even the courtesan will come out to propose a toast.

"do not move!"

Some people subconsciously want to touch it.

Even if you can't get it, it's still good to get some gold.

However, before his hand came down, a deep shout suddenly came.

The guy was startled.

Follow the sound subconsciously.

Not just him, but others too.

"Senior brother..."

Compared with their surprise, Hua Ling and the old foreigner looked worried at this moment.

"Brother, what's wrong with you?"

"Brother, don't scare me."

However, even if the two of them went to pull the corners of his Taoist robe.

Partridge Whistle still seemed not to have heard it, and his pair of deep eyes stared intently at the golden mask.

The corners of his eyes were red, and a faint trace of tears could be seen swirling.

The complexion on his face was terrifying.

The throat bone slid up and down, and a pair of hands clenched it tightly, but it was still trembling uncontrollably.

"Senior brother..."

Hua Ling has never seen her senior brother look like this.

The little girl was obviously frightened.

She didn't understand why her senior brother, who was fine just a moment ago, suddenly became like this.

The same goes for the old foreigner, with panic written all over his face.

Gritting his teeth, he stood straight in front of his senior brother.

But... Partridge Whistle didn't even look at him.

He just said coldly, "Get out of the way!"

"Senior brother, what's wrong with you? Don't scare me and Hua Ling. If you have anything, please don't tell us slowly."

The old foreigner had a dull personality and spent most of his time alone. At most, he only talked to Kunlun and asked him for advice on horizontal training.

But now I see something strange happening to my senior brother.

But he couldn't help it anymore and said with a trembling voice.

"I...it's okay, just get out of the way."

Listening to that familiar voice, a trace of struggle flashed across Partridge Whistle's face, and he sighed slightly.

He reached out and held the old foreigner's shoulder.

Push him away slightly.

Then he looked straight at the golden mask on the bamboo hat.

To be precise, it was the strange patterns on the mask.

Circles of swirl shapes.

It looked a little baffling.

"Muchen Pearl..."

At the first glance, he thought he had seen it wrong.

That's why he insisted on coming forward to take a look despite everyone's strange looks.

now……

The suspicion in my mind was finally verified.

The patterns on the mask are the symbols of Muchen Beads.

It was exactly the same as how he was described in the mouth of his master, in the books of the prophets, and in the rumors passed down orally from generation to generation.

Simple swirl symbol.

The outer circle is the eye, and the inner circle is the pupil.

Combined they are Muchen Beads.

Partridge Whistle stretched out his hand tremblingly, and gently rubbed the patterns with his long and thin fingers.

For a moment, his emotions could no longer be maintained.

A man who has always stood upright.

Tears welled up in my eyes.

"Senior brother..."

Seeing this scene, Hua Ling also burst into tears.

She didn't even understand why her senior brother lost his temper after seeing those patterns.

All she knew was that she had never seen her senior brother like this since she could remember.

In my impression, he always looked cold and could not even smile.

The old foreigner also clasped his hands and his eyes were red.

"The shopkeeper?"

Miss Hong lowered her voice and glanced at Chen Yulou.

But he shook his head.

He knows better than anyone how important Muchen Bead is to Partridge Whistle.

Besides, his heartstrings have been tense for too many years, so it would be a good idea to let it out today.

"Let's go and leave them alone."

He pointed out the tree hole.

There was no one left to disturb the three of them.

Chen Yulou quietly left with a group of waiters.

In any case, it is better to see it here than to see the eyeball pattern in the mural of the Hades Palace of the Yuanren general.

That's the real disaster.

Otherwise, there would not have been the scene of stealing Zhelong Mountain together today.

The moment I walked out of the tree hole, the night wind blew in my face, and it was already dark outside.

"What are you looking at? Go and mind your own business."

Hearing this, everyone immediately dispersed.

Seeing this situation, although Miss Hong still had many questions, it was not easy to ask them.

Just sitting next to him, looking up at the full moon in the sky.

The bonfire in front of him was crackling.

The aroma of rice mixed with bacon has slowly drifted in.

I don’t know how long it will take.

A group of three figures finally walked out of the tree hole.

Judging from Partridge Whistle's appearance, he has returned to normal, but there is still a touch of sadness, expectation and excitement in his furrowed brows.

"Brother Chen, what a joke,"

Walk straight up to him.

The partridge whistle arched his hands and laughed at himself.

"What's the point? How can humans be ruthless if they are not grass and trees?"

"On the contrary, Taoist brother showed his true feelings, which made me feel that you are a flesh-and-blood person, rather than the Taoist who moved mountains with only one obsession and only wanted to find pearls."

Chen Yulou shook his head.

The longer you stay in contact with him.

The more he felt, the few sentences in the book could not describe one-tenth of the person in front of him.

"Brother Chen, I came here to ask you something."

Partridge Whistle smiled bitterly at first.

Then he stared at the dancing flames in front of him and said seriously.

"I remember that day in Pingshan, you once told me that the more you want something, the less likely you are to get it. Did you expect this?"

"If I say yes, will Brother Dao think that I, Chen Yulou, am a magician?"

"This……"

Seeing the astonishment in his eyes, Chen Yulou waved his hand.

"It's just a joke."

"However, Brother Dao, have you ever thought that most of the places you went to before were the Central Plains. If you go the other way, you might gain something unexpected?"

Hearing this, Partridge Whistle fell silent again.

It has been nearly twenty years since he left Peacock Mountain and followed the previous generation of Taoist monks to find pearls.

But until today.

He finally saw the symbol of Muchen Bead for the first time outside the ancient book of the prophet.

Just now in the tree hole, he calmed down and thought carefully.

Maybe he really came to the right place this time.

Not just the symbol, but also the pull I felt from the moment I stepped into Worm Valley.

He even asked Hua Ling and the old foreigner specifically.

The same goes for both of them.

Apart from Muchen Bead, Partridge Whistle really couldn't think of anything else that could affect the three of them at the same time.

"Yes, the scriptures say that everything in the world is trapped by obsessions. Only by letting go of obsessions can we feel free. Maybe we were all wrong at the beginning..."

long silence.

Partridge Whistle suddenly came to his senses.

"Don't think too much. The tomb of King Xian is very close. It only takes a few days at most to verify what you think."

Patting him on the shoulder, Chen Yulou smiled happily.

How would you imagine Partridge Whistle?

Many truths are often told in a joking manner.

He actually wanted to say directly that the Muchen Bead was on King Xian, but everything was pulling in. How could it be that simple?

"Let's go, let's eat!"

“Only when you are full can you have the strength to fight upside down.”

Standing up, Chen Yulou waved to the waiters who couldn't wait for a long time.

The whole camp suddenly heard a roar.

Wait until after dinner.

The night has grown darker.

After running around for a day, everyone returned to their tents to rest.

Even Chen Yulou just meditated habitually for two weeks before falling asleep.

Until early the next morning.

It wasn't long before dawn.

The silence of the camp was broken by a burst of exclamation.

"Shopkeeper, the brothers found an ancient stele under the jade coffin. It seems to have written records. They are not sure. Please go over and have a look."

Not long after.

The tent door was opened at a corner.

Kunlun's tall figure was revealed.

"Does the Jiao Tu bear the monument..."

Chen Yulou actually woke up early.

They have all finished their meditation practice.

Zhelong Mountain has deep forests and dense trees, vast snow-capped peaks, and extremely rich spiritual energy. Meditating in one session is almost twice as effective as in Guanyun Tower.

"Okay, I'll go there now."

After exhaling, Chen Yulou jumped up. When he opened the curtain door, everyone in the camp was also alarmed.

When they pass.

The crimson blood jade coffin in the tree hole has been moved aside.

A deep cave was revealed underneath.

At this moment, there were still several torches burning under the cave, dispelling the surrounding darkness.

Looking down, you can faintly see countless tree roots intertwined.

And among the roots of the tree.

It was wrapped in a huge beast with a stone tablet behind it.

The Bigui held its head high and landed on all fours, showing a kneeling posture.

I don’t know which craftsman made it.

The carvings are lifelike.

Everyone watching was shocked.

"What's going on? It's okay to use a tree as a coffin. Why is there such a big bastard under the coffin?"

(End of this chapter)