"That's right, that's right, Shopkeeper Chen, Pindao means the same thing!"
Feng Sibei's eyes lit up and he nodded repeatedly.
There is a feeling of meeting each other too late.
Over the years, he has traveled all over Coffin Gorge, but nowhere has this place inspired him so deeply. In the past, it was just a perception, like clouds and mist in the mountains, which could be seen but not touched.
Now listen to what Chen Yulou has to say.
It was like suddenly seeing the sun through clouds.
The Feng family has experienced several ups and downs since its inheritance, especially the separation of the two families, which almost brought a devastating blow.
Many secret techniques have been lost.
Who could have imagined.
The former Taibao of Coffin Mountain was also based on Feng Shui, and he was best at observing mountains and pointing out mysteries.
It coincides with Qingwu's technique.
Dixian Village is a great Tibetan tomb with superior heavenly stars, grounded earth veins, sheltering wind and water, integrating the situation, regulating qi, and dragon sand cave water.
The only difference is.
The Dragon-Seeking Techniques of Mojin Xiaowei and Faqiu Tianguan cover the mountains, rivers, and topography of the world, but the mountain-viewing guide is more similar to heresy.
and.
By his generation.
Qingwu Feng Shui is already like the moon in the water, and I barely understand it.
Otherwise, there would be no need to rely on the help of the four factions. For so many years, even the entrance to Dixian Village has been unable to be found.
While the two were talking.
The rest of the people did not rest, but raised their heads and looked around, trying to find a clue from the high cliffs and hanging coffins in the bird path.
"Chen, Brother Chen."
suddenly.
Hua Ling, who had been silent all this time, seemed to have discovered something, and her beautiful eyes were full of surprise.
"What's wrong?"
Meeting her eyes, Chen Yulou's mind moved.
Hua Ling is extremely talented in spiritual practice.
At the same time, he possesses an aura of sensitivity and agility that is difficult for ordinary people to match.
She must have discovered something, otherwise it would never have been like this.
"Look at those hanging coffins... they look like one person!"
Hua Ling didn't know how to explain what she saw.
Just keep waving.
Pointing to the coffins on the cliff.
"Human?!"
Heard such a strange description.
In an instant, not only Chen Yulou, but also everyone else looked strange.
Why does the coffin look like a human?
There is no way the two can be linked together.
But deep in Chen Yulou's mind, there seemed to be a sudden flash of inspiration, and fragmented memories emerged, eventually forming an astonishing picture. Subconsciously, he suddenly raised his head and looked in the direction pointed by Hua Ling.
The same is true for Feng Sibei, Partridge Shao, and Kunlun's group.
Just...
No matter what they think.
Those hanging coffins were densely packed and disorganized, and it really didn't look like they were hiding anything mysterious.
"Where is it?"
"Junior Sister Hualing, are you blinded?"
"I didn't see it either. Where did they come from?"
"Aren't they just some coffins? They don't seem to be anything special like what we saw on the cliff a few days ago."
The group of people scratched their heads and scratched their heads, really unable to figure out the hidden meaning behind her words.
On the other hand, Chen Yulou was thoughtful, took a few steps back, appeared behind Hua Ling, and then looked up.
Wow——
Against the scorching sun over the canyon.
His eyes fell on the hanging coffins, which were densely packed in the cliff. For a moment, it seemed as if a pair of invisible hands quickly fell between the coffins and rearranged them.
The screen also changed accordingly.
Countless hanging coffins suddenly formed the outline of a giant, with all four limbs present and in complete shape. Only from the neck up, there was a blank space.
It is clearly a headless god.
Stepping on the raging river mouth in the canyon, suppressing the mouth of the gorge.
"What a great king, yet headless!"
Chen Yulou's eyebrows twitched heavily, and the first sentence of Zhimifu appeared in his mind.
"What...what?"
I saw him suddenly talking to himself.
The people around him couldn't help but look at each other. From their perspective, the hanging coffin above their heads had not changed, and they had no idea of his reaction.
But Chen Yulou had no intention of paying attention to them at this moment.
His mind has been completely attracted by the changes in the hanging coffin.
To know.
Before coming here.
Although he had made many preparations, most of them were limited to the Earthly Immortal Village, where he hid hidden traps and demon armors that shrouded all directions.
At the entrance of Dixian Village.
I only know that it is hidden in the bird path.
But I really didn’t pay much attention to where it was located.
Now looking at the headless god on the cliff, the fog seems to have been completely washed away in an instant.
"The mountain is like a gate and the water is like a dragon. The mountain is high and the water is narrow. The dragon wants to go away. Within the long gate, you must suppress it and not let any mountain or water escape."
The more you look at him, the more understanding he becomes.
There are words in his mouth.
A pair of eyes burning like fire.
At this moment, in his eyes, the astonishing group of hanging coffins above his head clearly followed the ancient Feng Shui method and were not piled randomly.
For thousands of years.
Always guarding the Feng Shui dragon spirit in Coffin Gorge.
This makes the situation here astonishing.
The mountains hide it and the water flows around it.
Even if the river flows rapidly, it will not bring up a trace of dragon vein energy. On the contrary, the flowing water will not rot and will have endless vitality.
This is definitely the work of some Feng Shui master.
Change the course, change the chapter, change the situation.
He was able to achieve this by just slightly moving the hanging coffin in the mountain. The method was not only amazing, it was truly astonishing.
Even the high priest who changed the feng shui of Zhelong Mountain's Insect Valley.
In front of this person, I'm afraid I have to keep a low profile.
Chen Yulou's whole body was agitated and his throat was dry. He wished he could travel through history and see that person. What kind of master was he who could do this?
This is no longer mastery of Feng Shui.
It is obvious that he has mastered Feng Shui and reached the level of perfection.
"Shopkeeper Chen, what did you see? Don't whet our appetites."
I heard the poem that the mountains are like dragons.
Yang Fang's heart skipped a beat.
This sentence is not a random fabrication, but comes from the "Xunlong Jue".
He has been watched and recited by his master Jin Abacus since he was a child.
It has already been engraved in my bones.
Not only him, Bai Banla, who had been working hard to cultivate the mausoleum genealogy during this period, and Partridge Shao, who had learned the sixteen-character Yin-Yang Feng Shui secret technique, also understood the mystery of this sentence.
For a moment, I felt even more surprised. Yang Fang jumped up and down anxiously.
Hear the words.
Chen Yulou shook his head and smiled.
Without hesitation, he reached out and pointed to the position beneath him.
"Come on, let's look at it from my point of view. Mountain viewing is really a good way to protect people. Watching mountains and pointing out the fans, it turns out that's what it's like."
"This..."
See him waving.
Without any hesitation, the crowd gathered around and looked up again against the light.
Waiting to get used to the blazing sun.
The scene in his sight gradually became clearer.
In less than a moment, a burst of exclamations broke out.
"That's true."
"Damn it, the hanging coffin is a painting, hiding a secret, that's what it is."
"Who could have guessed this and come up with this?"
Only from a specific angle can we see through the mystery of the coffin hanging on the cliff. If Hua Ling hadn't discovered it, he would never have thought that the entrance would be hidden in this way even if he thought about it.
No wonder, there are salt mines all over this place.
People have come and gone for hundreds of years.
But I have never heard of anyone finding the hidden treasure Mithril.
Too.
In the mine, people are bent over and busy all day long. Who would have nothing to do to study the order of the hanging coffins, especially the locals who were born and raised here, who have long been accustomed to the existence of hanging coffins.
Even if there are outsiders passing by.
At most, he was slightly curious.
Who would raise their head and ponder a pile of coffins using the techniques of Five Elements Bagua and Nature Feng Shui?
"No, Shopkeeper Chen, the headless god's hand..."
"Come and see, is it guiding something?"
While several people were sighing with emotion, Bai Banla, who had been silent all this time, his eyes fell on the hand of the headless god. He saw it sitting upright, with one hand hanging by its side and the other raised towards the sky.
There are a few slight imperfections.
There are obviously a few hanging coffins missing.
I don’t know whether it was weathered and fallen over time, or whether it was moved away deliberately.
All in all, the missing blank space just separates the two fingers of the big hand. From a distance, it looks like the pointing gesture of an astrological divination.
And the direction of guidance...
Everyone turned their heads subconsciously.
His eyes crossed the canyon that spanned nearly a hundred meters and landed on the cliff opposite.
On the two high cliffs, you can still faintly see the volleying plank road that was dug out, but it has obviously been abandoned for countless years. Even experienced hunters and herb collectors do not dare to try it easily.
I am afraid that only the old apes in the mountains and the birds in the forest can travel through this.
Following the headless god's finger, the group confirmed several times that it was indeed an ancient cliff.
But the problem is that this Coffin Gorge goes straight up and down, hanging up and down. Being at the bottom of the valley, it is impossible to see clearly what is happening on the cliff on the other side.
I could only vaguely see the criss-crossing bird paths, dotted like a chessboard.
It's the partridge whistle carrying the mountain-climbing armor.
Want to go up and down.
It's hard to do without even a few hours.
Unless it's... Luofu? !
With his mind wandering, Chen Yulou subconsciously wanted to connect with his spiritual consciousness. However, before he could take any action, in his peripheral vision, he suddenly saw a white shadow flashing between the black cliffs of the green mountains.
"Human?"
"How could it be?"
Chen Yulou's eyes twitched.
At his current state, unless he encounters ancient gods such as Baoxianghua, Big Meatloaf, or Yuan Entropy who manipulate illusions, he will never make a mistake.
only.
There are cliffs hundreds of meters high, and even he can't guarantee that he can walk freely on those ancient plank roads without using the secret skills of wind control and air travel.
He looked carefully.
The white figure suddenly became clear in his sight.
Where is who.
It was clearly an ugly white ape that looked like a mountain ghost.
"Bashan ape?!"
The moment he saw it clearly, Chen Yulou suddenly looked like he had seen a ghost.
There have been apes and monkeys in the dense forests on the cliffs of Wushan Mountain since ancient times.
But right now, the ape sitting outside the cliff, holding a wild fruit in his hand and swinging his feet back and forth in the air, with a terrifying face but amazing spirituality, is extraordinary.
It was clearly the one Captain Feng knew.
Decades later.
Hu Bayi and three other people had encountered it before when they came here.
I didn't expect to encounter it today. You can imagine how many years it has lived in the Coffin Gorge.
now.
I noticed something strange about him.
Several people around also saw the white ape.
Yuan Hong was even more excited. He didn't even expect that he would see a similar creature here.
A natural creature, a gibbon monkey.
"Go ahead."
"Remember not to surprise it and ask about the entrance to Dixian Village."
As if he could understand Yuan Hong's thoughts, Chen Yulou smiled faintly and gave instructions softly.
"Yes, Master, the old ape will definitely live up to his trust."
After accepting the task, Yuan Hong was extremely happy. He took off the long stick behind him and handed it to Kunlun, asking him to keep it for him temporarily. Then he jumped towards the cliff.
No more weight.
Yuan Hong's figure is as fast as lightning.
The cliff is covered with green moss and extremely slippery, but it feels like walking on flat ground under its feet.
In the blink of an eye.
All he could see was a black shadow.
Feng Sibei's eyes were filled with surprise. Although he had known Yuan Hong's identity along the way, he didn't expect him to be so knowledgeable about human nature and even eloquent. He was almost the same as the legendary monkey.
As Yuan Hong approached quickly.
The monkey who was sitting on the ancient plank road seemed to have noticed something. His eyes flashed with vigilance, and he stood up and looked around.
All the wild fruits in hand were thrown aside.
Both claws gripped the ground tightly.
His body was hunched up, like a frightened wild cat, ready to jump up and run away at any moment.
Just...
Just when it poked its head out.
A black shadow suddenly rose from the ground to the sky, and a monster aura was as majestic as the tide, as if the sky was collapsing and the mountain was falling, suppressing it firmly in place.
Boom!
Yuan Hong, who was in mid-air, pulled a vine that came out of the rock crack, swung it gently, drew an arc, and landed gently outside the white ape the next moment.
Feel the evil spirit on it.
The eyes of the white ape lying on the ground no longer looked as comfortable and casual as before. Even his vigilance was replaced by uneasiness and fear, and he was trembling uncontrollably.
Yuan Hong looked around it carefully.
After confirming it is correct.
Then he snorted coldly.
"What are you afraid of?"
"Speaking of which, you can be considered a member of my gibbon ape lineage. Can I still eat you, old ape?" (End of Chapter)