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Chapter 248: Shanghai Storm (VIII) Are there really immortals? (44)
During this era, Shanghai was the most dazzling city in East Asia, with a vast urban area and a population of two million.

Moreover, the streets and alleys are complex, and many locals are unable to know every alley and lane.

Er Yuehong took Qi Tiezui and Chenpi through the streets and alleys of this area. The three of them were in a hurry, and Qi Tiezui had a very sad look on his face.

There were six people when they left, and only three were left when they came back.

Qi Tiezui didn't even dare to imagine what would happen to the three people left behind.

The three of them walked through an alley and arrived at Nanmen Hutong on Xifeng Road.

Most of the houses here are old and weathered, and there are also courtyards full of birdsong and flowers.

Such houses are connected in a row, and it is easy for unfamiliar people to get lost in them.

Most of the houses have gatehouses in front of the courtyard and trees planted in the yard. Although they are gray mud-brick houses and ordinary gravel roads, they are full of vicissitudes and dilapidated signs left by time.

Er Yuehong looked around. It was already after ten o'clock in the evening. It was pitch black all around and the moonlight was very dim tonight.

dong dong dong.

dong dong.

dong dong dong.

There were two long knocks and one short knock on the door, but still no sound from inside.

Just when Chenpi was about to lose control and break the door, a man's voice finally came from inside.

"Who?"

"Three months of spring come, and everything returns to one." Er Yuehong said softly.

With a creak, the door opened a crack.

Er Yuehong, Qi Tiezui and Chen Pi immediately filed in.

"Second Master!" The owner of the house was a middle-aged man who looked honest and spoke with a southern Jiangsu accent.

Er Yuehong nodded: "I haven't asked this brother's name yet."

"Second Master, you are too kind. I have the same surname as Master Fo, but I am not a member of the Zhang family." The middle-aged man smiled.

He looked around and quickly invited them into the house: "My humble name is Zhang Chun, nice to meet you gentlemen."

"In the past, the Buddha saved my life, gave me a surname, and rewarded me with a job. So I work for the Buddha here in Shanghai."

"Come to think of it, it's been nearly fifteen years."

Just as a few people were chatting, there was a clicking sound from the next room.

Chenpi's ears moved, and he immediately stretched out his claw knife and shouted at Zhang Chun.

"who is it?!"

Er Yuehong's eyes also narrowed. Although this was the retreat route that the Buddha had told him, after so many years, and being in the enemy camp, it was inevitable that there would be mistakes.

Zhang Chun immediately stood up and said soothingly, "It's my wife, my eldest sister, and my younger brother. They also heard the knock on the door and woke up in shock."

Chenpi's expression finally eased up a bit. You couldn't blame him for being nervous.

Such a big thing happened today. I'm afraid that Japanese soldiers outside are searching the whole city. It can't be too cautious.

"Gentlemen, why don't you take a rest first? I'll go outside and find out what's going on tomorrow morning." Zhang Chun could see that the people in front of him were carrying a strong smell of blood.

But he knew exactly what to ask and what not to ask.

Since the Buddha has told you all about himself, it must be a very important matter.

"Then thank you for your help." Er Yuehong smiled slightly and raised his hand to salute.

Zhang Chun sensibly retreated and considerately opened the door a crack so that several people could see him returning to his room.

Er Yuehong said to Chen Pi, "Follow him and see clearly."

"Follow us tomorrow morning as well. If you find anything wrong, immediately inform us to evacuate."

Chenpi nodded and walked out quietly.

Qi Tiezui clicked his tongue, he had known Er Yuehong for quite a few years but this was the first time he had seen Er Ye so thoughtful and thoughtful, perhaps this was his experience in the underworld.

If it were him, he would never have thought of this.

Seeing Chen Pi leave, Er Yuehong placed the box on the table and said to Qi Tiezui with a sad face, "This is what you brothers are determined to get even at the risk of your lives."

The box was opened, and inside was a long object wrapped in a bloody cloth.

Qi Tiezui's mouth was dry and his palms were sweaty, and he peeled off the cloth with trembling hands.

Inside was an unimaginable jade book.

The first time Qi Tiezui saw the jade book, he understood why the Zhang family had all been gifted with it and why the Japanese had to spend such a huge price to snatch it.

And Lord Buddha, why should they take it back at any cost?

Ten thousand immortals are in the same sky, a giant god has descended to the world, and the mountain birds, fish and insects are blessed for generations.

Er Yuehong also saw it for the first time. He was shocked and couldn't believe it.

"Eighth Master, did you see it too?" After a long moment, he wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes.

Qi Tiezui's face was already covered in tears. He hurriedly wiped away his tears and asked hoarsely with a hint of tears, "Is that an immortal?"

Er Yuehong didn't know how to answer.

He had fought in no less than ten dangerous battles, including some large tombs from the Jin Dynasty and even the pre-Qin period.

I have encountered dozens of rice dumplings and also witnessed the so-called "ascension to heaven" by the tomb owner.

That is not ascending to heaven at all, but becoming a demon that causes endless harm.

Therefore, he always believed that there were no gods or immortals in this world, only demons and people who were more terrifying than demons.

But the stone tablet in front of him, which was neither gold nor jade, broke his persistence.

Are there really immortals in this world?

Qi Tiezui finally recovered from his shock and began to resume his old job as a tomb robber. He carefully looked at the stone tablet in front of him.

"This thing is neither gold, jade, nor stone. Forgive my poor eyesight, but I really can't tell what it is made of."

Er Yuehong remembered the meteorite jade that the Buddha mentioned. Could it be that this thing also came from outer space?

Qi Tiezui pointed at the tiny characters engraved on the stone tablet and said, "This text looks like oracle bone script from the pre-Qin period, but the strokes of the characters are very regular."

"It's like a mature text, but we can't understand it."

Er Yuehong also speculated: "This cloud pattern looks like a natural pattern, but this pattern——"

"Looking closely, it seems to be using the numbers from one to nine that represent the changes in heaven and earth. There is qi and form, form and substance, substance and number, and number and image."

"The body has Qi, form, quality, number, and image." "The upper part corresponds to the stars, and the lower part corresponds to the mountains and rivers."

"Could this be the Luoshu?" Er Yuehong said in shock.

Luo Shu?!
Qi Tiezui opened his mouth wide. This is a legendary treasure of Chinese civilization.

The source of the civilization lineage gave birth to a series of treasures such as Tai Chi, Bagua and Yi Jing, which can be regarded as the Luoshu of the ancestors of their ancestors?
In an instant, the two felt that the stone tablet weighed more than a thousand pounds. Their minds were in a mess and they could not fall asleep.
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Er Yuehong is not the only one who can't sleep tonight.

In the brightly lit municipal building, Minglou came out of the mayor's office with a smile on his face, nodding and greeting officials from various departments along the way.

As soon as he got in the car, his smile disappeared. He took a deep breath and immediately said to Mingcheng, who was driving, with a grim face.

"go home."

Mingcheng drove out of the compound skillfully without looking back: "Is there an accident?"

Ming Lou kept squeezing the documents in his hand, slammed his fist on the backrest and cursed: "Big deal, the sky is falling."

“The Japanese are crazy!”

"What?" Mingcheng was also shocked.

He had been with Minglou for more than ten years and had never seen Minglou behave so out of control.

Minglou gritted his teeth and said, "The Japanese have already sent the Sixth Division into Shanghai. They have already blocked off the suburbs."

"No unauthorized personnel are allowed to enter or leave."

"Also, starting today, Shanghai will be under full wartime martial law."

"It's to find the artifact that was stolen from the Military Police Headquarters today."

Minglou's last few words almost jumped out of his throat.

It was obvious that he was extremely angry and confused.

Mingcheng was shocked. Since occupying Shanghai, Japan has always maintained the appearance of a civilized country. Although it has done all kinds of evil in secret, it still cares about international image.

Suddenly deploying troops directly into Shanghai to impose martial law and conduct a large-scale manhunt, anyone would know how many tragedies would result.

After all, the Nanjing incident happened not long ago.

Moreover, the Sixth Division was the executioner of the Nanjing Massacre.

"Cultural relics, do they think we are fools?" Mingcheng also cursed.

What kind of cultural relics could be worth such a big fuss that would make the Japanese willing to give up everything to get them back?

"No, it should really be a cultural relic."

"I passed by this thing in the afternoon." Minglou recalled the stranger next to his brother in the afternoon.

"By then, that thing should be in the hands of Er Yuehong, who is listed on the wanted list."

Judging from the size and shape of the package in the man's hand, it should be a book-like object.

It can't be intelligence.

Because no important intelligence would be kept in the gendarmerie headquarters which has no real power.

Moreover, Minglou heard from Wang Manchun several days ago that an exhibition of Japanese internal cultural relics would be held at the gendarmerie headquarters.

Combining these pieces of information, even if things are too outrageous.

The Japanese really went crazy for a cultural relic.

Could it really be the so-called dragon vein?

"That Er Yuehong is just a dirtbag!"

He had just read through all the information on Er Yuehong.

But there was no intelligence indicating that he was a member of the Military Control Commission, the Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics, or the Special Operations Department.

On the surface he is an actor, but in secret he is a tomb robber.

"Grave robber?" Mingcheng was puzzled. "Tomb robber?"

"That's right, that's why they didn't follow the rules and just rushed into the gendarmerie headquarters and made a big fuss. If they didn't have several brothers helping them, they wouldn't even be able to leave the gendarmerie headquarters." Minglou thought of the performance of Fang Jiashu, Chen Shen and others.

I always feel like one of our own.

But there is really no time to think too much now.

Once the Japanese 6th Division enters, all the talk of lurking, hiding, and disguise will be empty talk.

The whole of Shanghai will become a hell.

It turned into powder in an instant.

Tragedy must be prevented.

"Should we notify our superiors?" The superiors Mingcheng was referring to were Chongqing and Yan'an.

Minglou sighed, "Distant water cannot quench immediate thirst."

The war of resistance is now so difficult that the front battlefield is collapsing step by step.

Who else can help this city?

Minglou looked at Shanghai, which was still bustling with lights and wine.

Startled and lost in thought.
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As soon as the sun rose, Er Yuehong heard the door of the next room open.

It seemed that Zhang Chun had just gotten up in the morning. He was washing up in the yard as usual. He did not come to disturb the two of them, but opened the door and walked out.

Er Yuehong and Qi Tiezui hadn't closed their eyes all night, and their eyes were as red as rabbits.

The two of them walked out of the room openly, only to see a gentle woman with two children cleaning the yard.

Seeing two strangers coming out of the room, the gentle woman was not panicked. Instead, she bowed and said, "You two, the head of the household has already given instructions. You can rest here. I will go and make some porridge for breakfast."

With that, he left and went to the backyard.

The older girl seemed to be in her early teens, and the younger boy was about seven or eight years old, both of which were lively ages.

I saw that Er Yuehong and Qi Tiezui were both handsome and gentle.

He came over and greeted him curiously.

Er Yuehong showed a gentle smile on her face, but then her expression turned sad.

"Second Master?" Qi Tiezui noticed Er Yuehong's depressed mood.

"No problem." Er Yuehong sighed, "I'm afraid of getting them into trouble."

(End of this chapter)