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

decades ago.

How glorious is the tomb-touching gate.

Zhang Sanchain carries three talismans.

For a time, he was so famous that the entire tomb-robbing industry was overwhelmed.

Even if you move mountains and unload hills, you can't stop it.

Afterwards, Zhang Sanlianzi rebuilt the Mojin Sect and accepted several disciples in succession. Except for the fourth disciple Sun Guofu with Yin-Yang Eyes who was not very famous before joining the sect, the other three were all well-known figures in the martial arts world.

Chen Yulou had heard of these names since he was born.

At that time, every time my father talked about it, he would feel sad that he was born at the wrong time, but he was also proud that he was born in the same era as them.

But now...

Just twenty or thirty years.

First, Zhang Sanlianzi passed away, then Tiemotou was hit by a nail, Sun Guofu died by the Dongting Lake, and then there was the golden abacus in front of him.

Really count it.

Of the four disciples back then, only Lechen is still alive.

The real tomb raider.

There is only Yang Fang.

After all, Liaochen cut off his worldly life and became a monk, and although Sun Guofu taught Hu Guohua everything he had learned, he did not learn the tomb-robbing tradition from beginning to end, only half of a book of sixteen words.

and so.

Hu Guohua is not considered a tomb raider.

From being the most popular in the past to being in decline now.

Partridge Whistle and the old foreigner looked at each other and felt an indescribable empathy. It was the same for Moving the Mountain Gate. If it weren't for the ghost curse, the Zagrama clan wouldn't have ended up like this.

As for Chen Yulou, he felt indescribable emotion in his heart at this moment.

On the way here, he knew all the results.

But I can't say it clearly.

If he were someone like Partridge Whistle, he could have changed their fate by making arrangements in advance.

But Jin Suanpan...had arrived at Longling nearly ten years ago.

Even if he had foresight, it would have been of no avail.

"I know……"

Hearing this comfort, Yang Fang nodded.

The whole person was standing in the tunnel, his face hidden in the darkness. Although his expression could not be seen clearly, anyone could hear the trembling in his voice at this moment.

The ancients said that when a person dies, it is like a lamp going out.

It's so simple.

But when you really face it, no matter how much you have experienced, it is still hard to bear.

"Manager Chen, Chief Yang, and the two brothers Kunlun and the old foreigner."

"Can you please leave me alone?"

"I want to talk to Master..."

After taking a deep breath, Yang Fang suppressed the chaotic thoughts in his mind. He did not look back, as he was afraid that he would suddenly collapse at any moment because he could not bear it anymore.

"it is good!"

Chen Yulou agreed without even thinking about it.

Jin Suanpan is not only Yang Fang's master, but also his reborn parents.

If it weren't for his master who brought him out of Fangjia Mountain back then, he wouldn't be who he is today.

That kind of blood is thicker than water.

How can it be explained in just a few words?

"Let's go."

He greeted a few people.

After leaving a lantern behind.

The group went straight back along the way they came, retreating towards the back of the tunnel. Chen Yulou didn't stop until the fire disappeared again in the darkness.

Several people didn't carry lanterns.

They leaned against the stone wall and looked at each other in silence.

the other side.

Noticing the footsteps of several people getting farther and farther away, Yang Fang could no longer hold back. His heartstrings seemed to break and tears burst out at this moment.

Even if I thought of countless possibilities.

But when the master's skeleton appeared before his eyes, the pain in his bones was more intense than being cut into pieces.

There was a bang.

Fall to your knees.

The past was like smoke and dust, flashing through Yang Fang's mind one by one.

From the time I can remember, I finished my studies and went down the mountain to join the martial arts world.

Fifteen years passed in the blink of an eye.

Babbling, teaching, reading and practicing martial arts.

Even every word the master had said now emerged from the dusty memory, as if a gust of wind had blown away the dust. Many situations that he thought he had long forgotten also emerged clearly at this moment.

"master……"

Thousands of words, thousands of threads.

At this moment, the sob choked in his throat and turned into two short words.

To him, Jin Suanpan is not only a master, but also a teacher.

He just hated himself. Why didn't he go back to take a look after so many years of being out of the mountain? He had seen too much of the world he longed for, and now when he looked back, he realized how childish and ridiculous he was.

The so-called Jianghu.

Just for a few ounces of silver, brothers can quarrel with each other and fathers and sons can turn against each other. This is nothing but the darkness of human nature and the man-eating tigers and leopards.

If he were given another chance to choose.

He would rather make a living by fishing on the banks of the Yellow River than set foot in the world of martial arts.

If I hadn’t left that year.

The master would not risk going into a fight alone, let alone die here.

"I was wrong."

"Master, I was really wrong. When you said that the road to Jianghu was not easy, I didn't believe it."

Kneeling on the ground.

The scene of going down the mountain that year emerged in my mind.

The master hesitated to speak.

I should have noticed his emotions.

It’s a pity that he was young and ignorant at that time, and always felt that the world was as beautiful as described by the storytellers in the tavern.

He was determined to make his mark in the world.

He even thought that he would never go back unless he made some fame to show his master.

But how could he have imagined that when they met again, they would already be separated by the underworld.

Under the flickering lights.

Yang Fang knelt in front of his master's corpse. He was a man who stood tall and upright, but now he was crying like rain, his face full of self-blame, regret and pain.

If he hadn't been too stubborn back then.

Perhaps, there would not be the result today.

An unknown amount of time had passed, but in his chattering voice, Yang Fang told his master everything he had seen and heard over the years, no matter how big or small.

Even if he can never hear it again.

But he still spoke seriously.

"Oh, Master, I met Master Uncle in Mount Kuanglu. He has already become a monk in Wuku Temple."

"And Third Uncle, he passed away earlier."

"Master Uncle told me a lot about your time as an apprentice under Master. The only thing he couldn't let go of all these years was your whereabouts, Master."

"He also gave me a letter."

Having said that, Yang Fang straightened up and carefully took out a letter from home from his sleeve.

Even though I have taken him on countless journeys.

I have been to the desert, crossed Kunlun Mountains, crossed the Qinling Mountains, and crossed the Yellow River.

Experienced cold wind, heavy snow, heavy rain, and sandstorms.

But the letter was still well preserved, without any signs of damage.

"Let me hand it over to you."

"But……"

Yang Fang clenched the envelope tightly in both hands, his eyes were red, and tears flowed out again like a dam breaking.

He couldn't even imagine it.

When this news reached Master Bo, how painful it must have been for him.

The earnest teachings and gentle instructions from that day are still ringing in my ears, but in the blink of an eye... that person is gone, and of the four people who were his disciples that day, I am the only one left.

There are so many thoughts in my mind.

I was in a daze for a long time.

Yang Fang then suppressed the pain, put the letter away, staggered to his feet, and began to collect the remains of his master.

They all say that the best thing to do is to be buried in peace.

The master rarely mentioned his origins.

But no matter what, he couldn't watch his master's bones fall here. There weren't many things in the treasure bag.

In addition to the black donkey's hoof, compass, and red pills, there are also golden beads scattered on the ground.

It was exactly the same as the one he wore on his chest.

It is clearly the golden abacus that the master always carries with him.

I don't know how it broke.

At this moment, he was squatting on the ground, searching back and forth. After making sure that there was nothing missing, he gently pulled the rope at the mouth of the treasure bag and tied it up.

The master has never had any material possessions in his life.

These are just some odds and ends that have been used for many years. They are not valuable, but they were made by him personally.

Especially the golden abacus.

Yang Fang planned to let it accompany his master to be buried.

but……

His eyes swept over the tomb-touching talisman on his master's body, and Yang Fang's eyes showed struggle, but he finally took it off gently. The tomb-touching talisman was the certificate of the tomb-touching sect, and it was also a symbol.

This thing must not be lost.

As the tomb-grabbing talisman entered the palm of the hand, it exuded a warm and delicate texture.

With the help of the flame from the wind lantern behind him, he could clearly see its appearance. The front end was pointed and the lower end was conical. The whole body was inlaid with six or seven turns of gold wire, making a pattern of ground-penetrating patterns. The two ancient seal characters "摸金" were also engraved on the talisman.

I still remember when he was a kid, he always pestered me to watch it.

But the master, who always responded to his requests, never agreed to give him anything except this one. The most he would do was to take it in his hands and look at it, but he would never allow it to be taken away.

He didn't understand at that time.

Now think back again.

How could Yang Fang not understand?

This tomb-grabbing talisman is not only the only wish left to him by his master, but also a must-have for the tomb-grabbing lieutenant.

Only with it can you be considered a true tomb raider.

He had always wanted to leave back then, but now that he was truly in Yang Fang's hands, he was not happy at all.

Moreover, the object, which was only the size of a finger, was as heavy as a mountain at this moment, pressing him so hard that he could not stand up.

Start with the tomb-grabbing talisman.

This means starting from today.

He is the tomb-raiding lieutenant of this generation.

The master was reluctant to give it to him because he didn't want him to bear such great pressure too early.

Gently blow away any dust from the string.

In front of his master, Yang Fang showed determination and put on the tomb-grabbing talisman.

I silently said something in my heart to reassure my master.

Then he took the bamboo basket from behind him and took out everything inside.

Then he took off his robe, carefully wrapped the corpse and put it into the basket.

He wanted to bring his master back to Fangjiashan.

Find a place for him to rest in peace.

Until all this is done.

The light on the ground behind me was almost extinguished.

Turn around.

Yang Fang's eyes moved. He didn't know when Chen Yulou and the others had returned, but they did not disturb him. Instead, they stood quietly in the distance, and no one made a sound to disturb them.

Until this moment.

A few people walked up to him and patted him gently on the shoulder.

The old foreigner took out a long, clean cloth from the bamboo basket and carefully wrapped the basket to ensure that it would not leak air or get soaked in water. Then he took out a clean robe and handed it to Yang Fang.

It is the dead of winter, and the weather is freezing cold.

Just a thin shirt can't keep out the cold wind.

"Thank you."

"We say thank you to each other, brothers."

Chen Yulou's eyes swept over and finally landed on the tomb-grabbing talisman on his collar. He understood everything.

"Brother Yang Fang, what are your plans next?"

"I haven't thought too much about it yet, but I have to send the master's body back to Fangjiashan first."

Yang Fang had never really thought about the future.

No matter how far he wandered in the past, there was always a light waiting for him.

However, from today onwards, he will have to support himself in everything.

He stayed in Fangjiashan to guard the tomb of his master, learned from his past, and found a few talented disciples for the Mojin Sect to continue the inheritance.

Or continue to travel the world.

He just felt that the road ahead was bleak and confusing.

Chen Yulou nodded, "Then take a rest for a while and think about it carefully."

When turning to Qinling Mountains from the ancient city of Hanzhong.

He had expected this day to come.

But he did not stop him because he knew that this was the path Yang Fang was destined to take.

If you forcefully stop it.

The little friendship that was hard-won was shattered at the first touch in the face of such major issues.

but……

With Yang Fang's personality.

Having seen the wider world, he no longer felt trapped by Fangjia Mountain.

And he didn't want to see him sink into depravity.

The Hung Gar master Meng Huaiyi whom Tathagata met in Yang County was already very old and had lived most of his life. Apart from playing chess, drinking tea, growing flowers and fishing, he no longer had many other things to do.

But Yang Fang is different.

He is young and full of vigor and vitality. It would be a very sad thing if he were to stick to the old ways.

"Kunlun, old foreigner."

"This piece of golden fragrant jade is very beneficial to spiritual practice. If you miss it, it will be difficult to find another one in the world."

"Come on, give me a hand and see if you can take it away!"

To ordinary people, they would only think that the golden fragrant jade is worth a fortune, but to those who practice cultivation, this item is the best thing to concentrate on.

Just like the copper stove he brought out from Caolou Temple.

"it is good!"

The two of them had actually wanted to ask this question a long time ago.

But due to the matter of the golden abacus, it is difficult to speak up.

It would be a pity to just leave it here.

Now that Chen Yulou had given the order, the two of them would not waste any time. They quickly took out their tools and cut the cliff bit by bit along the perimeter of the golden fragrant jade.

It took more than half an hour.

Only then was the jade completely exposed to everyone's sight.

It is as big as a stone mill and more than half a person's height. Roughly estimated, it weighs about two to three hundred kilograms.

In the light of the fire.

Inside the golden fragrant jade, one can faintly see wisps of mist like golden liquid flowing. The fragrance is so refreshing that it makes people feel relaxed and happy, sweeping away all fatigue and making them feel indescribably refreshed.

When they were being moved, the two armored beasts were placed in a bamboo basket on the ground nearby, and they moved around even more frantically.

The sound of iron leaves crisscrossing.

Like a violent storm, it echoed in the night.

After noticing their actions, how could they not understand the meaning of Chen Yulou's words.

There is such a deep attraction to monsters.

It is no wonder that there are so many black monsters with human faces here.

Those monsters.

It is very likely that he was attracted by this piece of golden jade.

Coupled with the endless spiritual energy of the earth veins hidden within his body, he used it to practice and transform into a demon.

"Boss, I'm afraid this is not easy to move."

Put away the shovel.

Kunlun tried to weigh it. It was not heavy for him, but the problem was that the whole piece of golden fragrant jade had sharp edges and no regular pattern. It would be difficult to carry it back a long distance over mountains and hills.

"It would be a pity to cut it open."

"Try to get it out first."

Chen Yulou understood what he was thinking. He was simply asking if he could divide it into several pieces and take it away.

But this golden fragrant jade, like the Kunlun fetus found in Zhalong Mountain, is a living creature of the earth. It has been condensed by the dragon energy of the earth's veins and took tens of millions of years to form.

If you cut it open, you'll destroy it.

He couldn't guarantee whether the spiritual energy contained in it would disappear, but it was certain that it would leak out.

"Alright."

Hear the words.

Kunlun said no more.

He took the Sky-piercing Rope handed over by the old foreigner and quickly bound the Golden Fragrant Jade back and forth several times. Then, with a low shout, he actually carried hundreds of kilograms of jade behind him in one breath.

"Let's go back the same way and go to the Fishbone Temple on top!" (End of this chapter)