Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 1066 The Waters Rise in Mangshan
Completely unaware, Xu Xuan only realized this after someone chopped off half his head with an axe.
Why do I smell an earthy, musty odor? And also some low-quality, rotten, lifeless smell?
There shouldn't be this level of deathly aura in hell; it smells like an ancient tomb.

Upon closer inspection, it was discovered that there was an extremely small amount of yang energy mixed in with it.

Although faint, in the purely yin environment of the underworld, it was as conspicuous as a firefly in the dark.

Could it be that this old man is trying to trick me?

Xu Xuan immediately slammed Ya Yu's head hard onto the riverbed, intending to give him a hard time.

Unexpectedly, the barriers on both sides of the river were ridiculously thin. With a forceful press, a "crack" was heard.

It broke!

The murky Yellow Spring water carried the two of them, surging towards the broken opening!
The two tumbled and landed in a dark, secret chamber, knocking over a lot of miscellaneous burial objects. The loud crashing sounds were particularly jarring in the enclosed space.

what.

Xu Xuan glanced at the humanoid skeletons shattered on the ground, along with the scattered ancient offerings and patterns on the walls, and sensed that something was amiss.

Bones, pottery, and jade discs used in funerary sacrifices?
This is clearly the layout of an ancient human tomb!
So here's the question: are the ancient tombs of the human race located in the underworld?
The Underworld Hell is a place specifically for imprisoning sinful souls, so where would you find a proper tomb?
Before she could even figure out what was going on, the irrational Yayu roared and pounced on her again.

Moreover, a large amount of Yellow Spring water surged in from the gap, quickly flooding the tomb chamber, and then continued to carry the two of them toward the next place.

They continued their battle in the murky water, then crashed into a new room with a loud "bang." This room was slightly different in style and clearly from a more recent period; bronze artifacts were even found among the burial goods.

Xu Xuan was certain: this was a tomb! And it was a tomb from a different era!

Have I returned to the human world?

Who did it? !

It's not unusual for them to be able to return to the mortal realm. The Yellow Springs water can transcend the boundaries between Yin and Yang to chase ghosts, and the invasion of Xingyang's underground water veins is a case in point.

The problem is that it is possible to silently and without anyone noticing send oneself directly from the underworld to the human burial ground.

Is this method a bit too much?

Before he could think further, Yayu brandished his stone axe and charged at him again. The two grappled once more, continuing their journey underground along the surging Yellow Spring waters, like two out-of-control dragons, smashing through one unknown tomb after another.

On the surface of the earth.

The head of the Yi family suddenly had a splitting headache, the head of the Dong family was restless in his study, the head of the Chang family broke out in a cold sweat for no reason, and the head of the Zhang family burst into tears without warning.

The atmosphere in Luoyang was becoming increasingly strange, filled with an unsettling sense of division.

The emerging family power was completely clueless and frantically searched for the cause of this inexplicable turmoil.

Meanwhile, those long-established noble families that had been passed down for generations were frantically trying to find the cause.

They mobilized all available connections and resources to begin gathering information from all directions.

From the celestial records of the Imperial Observatory to urgent reports delivered by fast horses from all over the country, from the divinations of itinerant fortune tellers to the predictions of Buddhist and Taoist masters.
Prime Minister Jia Chong wept uncontrollably as he read the secret report sent by his confidant.

This powerful minister, who was known for his ruthlessness, was now weeping uncontrollably, creating a rather bizarre scene.

"Is there a deafening sound of water coming from Beiman Mountain?"

He abruptly stood up, a terrifying glint of malice flashing in his tear-filled eyes. No wonder! No wonder he's acting so strangely today!
Something happened at the ancestral grave?!
This would be a momentous event in any era.

It is well known that the Nine Provinces place great importance on the continuation of bloodlines. Ancestral graves are not only symbols of glory, but also the foundation of a family's fortune. The blessings and protection of ancestors throughout the ages are all tied to that land and water.

Throughout history, the harshest punishments have been nothing more than digging up graves and whipping corpses, or leveling graves and cutting off descendants.

If anyone dares to disturb one's ancestral graves, it will be an irreconcilable blood feud!
Moreover, judging from the intelligence gathered from various parties, there are quite a few families that have disturbed their ancestral graves, and they are all prominent and respected families in Luoyang.

This is no longer a simple personal grudge, but a matter that threatens the very foundation of the nation!
Jia Chong wiped away his tears, straightened his clothes, and immediately went to the palace to ask the emperor for permission to send troops to Beiman Mountain to suppress the evil spirits.

If such a thing had happened elsewhere, he would have already mobilized his forces through his own channels to crush those petty villains.

However, Mangshan was too close to Luoyang, and any large-scale personnel movement could not escape the emperor's notice. At this sensitive moment, the only option was to quickly follow the proper procedures.

Who knew that the emperor was also shedding tears, his eyes even turning red from crying.

Before the emperor and his minister could exchange a single word, they were both taken aback by each other's disheveled appearance.

Sudden.

boom! ! !
A loud bang came from underground, causing the tables, chairs, and benches to shake violently, and even some dust to fall from the beams of the hall.

The two were initially startled, but quickly calmed themselves down.

The palace guards, well-trained, rushed out and quickly formed a protective perimeter. Their positioning and defensive angles were impeccable, and the entire operation was carried out with composure.

Even the timid eunuchs found a suitable place to squat down and put their hands behind their heads with practiced ease—the whole set of movements was smooth and natural.

Well, it's very well organized.

It's sad to say, but over the past three years, the psychological resilience of Luoyang residents has indeed improved considerably. This is even more true for high-ranking officials and dignitaries, who have experienced far too many "grand occasions."

Especially in recent months, the turmoil in the north has been getting bigger and bigger. With things like Mars guarding the heart and the sun rising day and night, everyone's hearts have been on edge.

After sensing the ground shaking, they quickly calmed down after a brief period of panic and even began to discuss what caused it.

That's a kind of desensitization.

Of course, they can't compare to the people of Qiantang.

It is said that the people of Qiantang’s hometown are finding it hardest to adjust to the fact that the weather has actually improved and there has been no thunder for a long time.

Let's return to the palace.

Soon, official military intelligence arrived: a deafening sound of water was echoing within Mangshan Mountain, suspected to indicate underground disturbances. Moreover, according to multiple investigations, this sound of water was moving?

The weary voice of the Jin Emperor echoed in the hall, tinged with a hint of hoarseness:

"Summon the Three Dukes, the Grand Master of Ceremonies, the Imperial Preceptor, the Commandant of the Capital Region, the Director of the Imperial Ceremonies, the Commissioner of Waterways, and the Director of the Waterways Department, among other officials, to the palace."

He paused, then rubbed his still red eyes: "And... never mind."

Originally, I wanted to bring the Grand Astrologer as well, but after thinking about it, I felt that it was not yet time to offer sacrifices.

After all, the information currently available suggests that the area beneath Mangshan Mountain is simply experiencing groundwater overflow, and the most crucial aspect is how to manage and guide it.

Once all the officials had arrived, the Grand Master of Ceremonies was the first to step forward and speak.

This important official in charge of ancestral temple rituals was ranked first among the Nine Ministers. He was responsible for rituals such as sacrifices to Heaven and Earth, ancestral temples, and the land and grain, and also oversaw cultural education and the administration of the mausoleum county.

The term "Lingxian Administration" refers to the administrative affairs of the county where the emperor's tombs and ancestral temples are located, which is a relevant function.

I also feel quite irritable when I speak too often.

He had a premonition that trouble would come his way sooner or later, but he never expected it to be such a thorny problem.

The Mangshan Mountains are home to countless royal nobles and famous figures, making it one of the most renowned "sleeping dragon lands" in the world.

This auspicious land is so well-known that every step reveals an ancient tomb, and every place is a mausoleum. Even the Taichang (a high-ranking official in charge of imperial administration) would find it difficult to manage it comprehensively.

If you're going to dig a water channel, you'll inevitably have to deal with those powerful and influential families.

If you move your ancestral grave three inches to the left, his mausoleum has to be moved five feet to the right. Just thinking about all the twists and turns and obstacles involved is enough to give anyone a headache.

As Tai Changzheng was talking until his throat was dry and he was secretly figuring out how to get rid of this hot potato, someone quickly came to his rescue.

“It hurts so much!!!”

Emperor Jin suddenly let out a shrill scream, sprang up from his dragon throne, and then fell heavily onto the couch, his face ashen and his forehead instantly covered in cold sweat.

This is really chaotic now.

Immediately, a royal physician stepped forward to diagnose the emperor, but his expression changed drastically as soon as his fingers touched his pulse.

The pulse was sometimes rapid and sometimes slow, sometimes absent and sometimes absent, making it impossible to diagnose anything! The old doctor was so panicked that his hands were trembling and cold sweat was pouring down his forehead.

These days, being a royal physician is a high-risk profession, as the emperor frequently suffers from strange and unusual ailments.

Fortunately, the Grand Historian was there to protect them, which prevented any deaths in the Imperial Medical Academy.

But today, are we going to set a precedent?

As he thought about it, the old doctor's hands trembled even more violently.

But with so many high-ranking officials watching, he had to give a result and prescribe a solution.

But these symptoms...
What are some remedies for clearing heat and reducing internal fire?
That's not suitable. A formula to replenish qi and strengthen the spleen? That's even more wrong.

Fortunately, someone else came to the rescue.

Sima Du rushed into the hall, sweating profusely, and in his haste, he tripped and fell on the threshold.

He held aloft a wooden tablet adorned with bird feathers, a symbol of urgent military intelligence!

Everyone's attention was instantly drawn to it. What was going on?
Emperor Jin forced himself to open his eyes and glanced at the wooden slip.

He then shuddered violently, his eyes rolled back, and he completely lost consciousness. The wooden slip rolled down to the feet of the assembled officials with a "thud".

To avoid suspicion, everyone subconsciously turned their heads away, but out of the corner of their eyes, they all glanced at the contents of the wooden slip.

The plateau collapsed.

(End of this chapter)