About how the Feng family made its fortune in the first place.
Ever since he could remember this matter, he had heard his elders say it so many times that his ears felt calloused.
But when I actually saw this ancient painting and saw the ancestors of the Feng family climbing between the cliffs with only a rope or even bare hands, my mood was completely different.
Especially.
Behind the screen with the Guanshan Bone Stealing Picture, there is an ancestor hall.
Amidst the curls of green smoke, mountains of tablets and portraits were enshrined on the wooden table.
The clothes and colors of each person in the painting are different, and their appearance and temperament are also different. At a glance, you can tell that they are not from the same generation.
A cursory scan, less than a hundred.
All of them have outstanding temperament, but they all wear strange makeup and look indescribably indifferent.
As if blending into the wall, they were in the darkness, staring coldly at the outsiders who broke into the room through the screen and tablets.
Ancestors who were only passed down by word of mouth appeared in sight one by one at this moment.
Feng Sibei felt as if a huge boulder was pressing under his chest.
Unspeakable depression, choked with tears.
"Let the Taoist Master be quiet for a moment. Let's go up to the second floor and take a look."
On one side of the screen, there was a spiral staircase leading directly to the second floor. Chen Yulou raised the wind lantern in his hand. As the light passed by, he could faintly see many ancient shelves standing on the second floor, which seemed to be used to collect antiquities.
He glanced at the people beside him.
He ordered in a low voice.
Hearing this, Feng Sibei still didn't understand what he meant.
For a moment, I felt even more emotional.
"Thank you."
He put his hands into fists and whispered thank you to Chen Yulou.
You know, to him, the people in these paintings are the ancestors of the family, but to the four factions, they may include opponents who participated in the killings and destroyed the seals and talismans.
From his standpoint, being able to say this is definitely benevolent and righteous.
"Nothing."
Chen Yulou waved his hand.
Don't hesitate.
He led a few people all the way upstairs along the wooden stairs.
The sound of treading footsteps broke the silence that had lasted for hundreds of years, and the light of fire also dispelled the darkness that had persisted all year round.
The moment the group of people crossed the corner and entered the second floor.
Feng Sibei strolled into the Ancestor Hall.
Take off the fly whisk on the side.
After wiping the dusty tablet clean until those familiar names came into view one by one, he took out the fire sickle, picked up three incense sticks, lit them, and inserted them into the copper furnace.
The blue smoke is misty.
The figures on the wall seemed to come alive.
"The unfilial grandson Feng Sibei paid homage to all the ancestors."
……
Wow!
Yang Fang uncovered a corner of the lantern, approached the lamp slave in the corner, and lit the extinguished wick above his head. A flame suddenly lit up, and the flames burned, and the lamp oil that had solidified also began to burn. Open up bit by bit.
The attic suddenly became as bright as day.
It illuminates the surrounding area very clearly.
There are four rows of ancient bookshelves standing in the building. The shelves are full of ancient books and Taoism, and the contents are nothing more than Huang Lao's art.
This corresponds to the legendary character of Feng Shigu.
It is said that he was obsessed with seeking immortality.
He has been obsessed with Huang Lao since he was a child. When he took the position of the head of the family, it coincided with the chaotic times of the late Ming Dynasty, the world was in chaos and strife, and natural and man-made disasters continued. He had seen too many people die with his own eyes, and his obsession with life and death became even greater.
only.
If you follow Huang Lao's advice, there may be a chance.
Going astray is truly hopeless.
"Shopkeeper, come quickly, this seems to be a map of Dixian Village."
A group of figures shuttled between the bookshelves, the sound of turning books was heard one after another, and a few exclamations could be heard from time to time.
Many of the ancient books collected here are already unique, and it is difficult to find another one in the world.
No wonder they were so amazed.
suddenly.
A dull sound came.
Chen Yulou closed the forty-two articles of Shenzi in his hand, put his hands behind his hands and walked towards Kunlun following the sound.
At this moment, he was holding a wind lantern and standing in the innermost part of the attic.
By the flickering light.
When Chen Yulou walked closer, he saw four ancient paintings hanging on the wall.
At a glance, what is depicted is the Coffin Mountain hidden deep underground. The terrain is long and narrow, surrounded by coffin board-like sarcophagus domes. The interior of the coffin rises and falls, just like a headless corpse.
The entire Dixian Village is built on the mountain. The houses and courtyards seem to be scattered randomly, but if you look closely, you will find that they are very regular, which coincides with the shape of the Nine Palaces and Bagua.
"So, our current position is on the shoulder of the headless corpse."
Seeing the shopkeeper looking intently at Kunlun, who had been looking at it for a long time, he pointed at one of the places.
That three-story ancient building is completely different from the surrounding houses in terms of structure and style.
"Not bad."
"It's pretty accurate."
Chen Yulou glanced at him appreciatively.
You must know that the terrain of Coffin Mountain is extremely complicated, with ups and downs deep in the mountain. In addition, they did not take the main entrance, but found another way and dug a robbery hole from the top of their head.
Unless you have an extremely keen sense of space and terrain, it would be difficult to accurately locate it in such a short period of time.
"Shopkeeper, there is also an ancient temple here."
"What's the background?"
After receiving his approval, Kunlun gradually let go and pointed at another building standing not far from the Ossuary Building. Its structural style stood out among the low-rise buildings.
"Look at the direction, the top is Qian, the bottom is Kun, Qian belongs to Yang, and Kun belongs to Yin."
Chen Yulou talked eloquently, "If the prediction is correct, the Kun position should be a Yangmiao."
"Qian Yang Kun Yin?"
"Isn't that right? Shopkeeper Chen, shouldn't the position of Kun be Yin Guan?"
While the two were talking, everyone who had been walking back and forth among the bookshelves and browsing ancient books gathered around. After hearing his judgment, a voice of doubt suddenly came from behind.
The old foreigner frowned, his eyes full of confusion. Not only him, but also Bai Banla and Yuan Hong on the side.
"This has to be said about the Feng Shui position of Dixian Village."
"Yang is rising and yin is rising, and the universe and the earth are in phase with each other. Therefore, the direction of the universe must be reversed here. Didn't you find that the yin energy in the bone building is very strong? If you calculate it this way, the position of kun is the yang temple."
Chen Yulou smiled faintly.
The ancient temple that Kunlun refers to is the Temple of the Cannon dedicated to Lord Guan Er.
It is also an extremely important part of his plan.
The gunpowder buried in it was just prepared for the Nine Death Jingling Armor.
"The Feng Shui is misaligned. This kind of terrain is rare."
"Shopkeeper Chen, is he the dragon-tiger-horned evil spirit recorded in the mausoleum?"
Bai Banla's eyes flickered when he heard this, and he raised his head thoughtfully.
"Not bad."
Chen Yulou nodded.
Although Bai Banla is a beginner, it is rare to be able to draw inferences from one instance.
Having said this, he held up the wind lantern and turned to look at the second ancient painting.
The situation is very similar to the first picture, but if you look closely, you will find that it is not Dixian Village, but a group of ancient tombs under the village, stacked and staggered, and the scale and pattern correspond to Dixian Village.
"This is the yang house and the yin tomb."
"Sure enough, it was repaired out of position."
Seeing this scene, the doubts in the minds of several people who were still a little incomprehensible suddenly disappeared.
There are the first two maps, and the next two maps look much simpler to everyone.
The first picture is a picture of walking at night holding a candle.
It depicts a scene of countless people holding torches in a funeral procession in the vast mountains.
Judging from the location, it happened to be the crack on the chest of the headless corpse in the map of Dixian Village, leading to the underground, in a narrow ravine, with steep and dangerous terrain, and countless strange-shaped bronze vessels buried in the cliffs.
It looks like it should be used for sacrifices.
Ancient and weird.
The shape is completely different from the common bronzes in Han Dynasty.
The moment he saw them, the words Sanxingdui suddenly appeared in Chen Yulou's mind for some unknown reason.
As for the second picture, the wind lantern came closer, and a line of five ink characters suddenly came into view.
"Coffin, mountain, encounter, fairy, picture?"
"Encountering an Immortal Picture?!
Hearing Yang Fang read out that line word for word, everyone present suddenly showed a strange expression on their faces.
The ancient cave house that Bai Ze took them to on Junshan Island that day.
The white-bone senior sitting beside Liquan is the descendant of the Yuxian Sect.
Hearing these two words now, it is difficult not to remind them of what they saw that day.
"Is there really an immortal in Coffin Mountain?"
"Or...is this Feng Shigu's self-portrait?"
Several thoughts flashed through the minds of several people one by one, and no one dared to hesitate. They all held their breath and concentrated before approaching the ancient painting, looking up and taking a closer look.
Just...
It's only a few feet in size.
But the amount of content recorded in it is amazing.
From right to left, the picture is divided into two parts inside and outside Hades.
Outside the coffin hall, countless tomb robbers in black costumes were carrying mountains of ancient artifacts.
This article is quite easy to understand.
Everyone present, who had been to Pingshan Mountain, almost recognized them at a glance. Those people in black clothes were the legendary Guanshan Taibao.
Especially the red girl, her beautiful eyes twinkled, and she glanced at Chen Yulou subconsciously.
That ancient corpse was dressed like this deep in the crack behind the Jade Screen Stone Gate.
As for the rest of the people, they had also seen the paper armor in the corridor of Lu Pavilion.
Also dressed the same way.
Looking at the Coffin Hall, it should be the legendary Tomb of King Wuyang.
However, when their attention turned to the second article, even though they were well-informed, they were still stunned by the situation described in it.
A sarcophagus was opened wide in the hall.
There were several corpses lying around.
Each of the corpses was covered in blood, and the state of death was extremely miserable. Two of them even had mountain viewing gold medals hanging on their waists. At first glance, they were very powerful figures in the Feng family.
After all, the emperor of the Ming Dynasty did not award many waist cards to the Feng family.
Except for those who are directly from the same clan.
People with surnames outside the branch are not eligible to wear gold medals.
Most of the people in the huge palace died on the spot. Only a middle-aged man in black robe was still alive. He was holding a long sword and standing at the head of the coffin, with a cold eyebrow and a distinguished appearance.
It was undoubtedly Feng Shigu.
And in the open sarcophagus.
An unusually tall ancient corpse with a golden head was lying on its side. A pair of large hands hung outside the coffin, and blood could be seen faintly between the long fingers.
It is exactly the same as the image of King Wuyang seen along the way.
The Guanshan Taibao who died in the palace was probably killed by it.
only.
It's also uncomfortable.
There was a bone-deep blood hole in the chest, almost penetrating the sternum, and scarlet blood flowed out.
In addition, King Wuyang was also covered with a corpse net, trapping him in the sarcophagus and unable to move.
At first glance, this scene does not seem unusual.
Everyone present, except Bai Yuan and Bai Banla who were going to the grave for the first time, was not an old man who was used to seeing ancient corpses of dead people. When opening the coffin, it was extremely common for the ancient corpses to freeze and violently injure people.
But that's the blame.
The puncture wound on the chest of the ancient corpse was clearly filled with blood.
You know, zombies have been dead for thousands of years and have not changed. Even if they bleed, they will definitely be like black ink, containing corpse poison, and the smell is pungent and extremely unpleasant.
Unless...
Everyone looked at each other.
Then, a bold idea emerged in their minds.
"Unless when Feng Shigu opened the coffin and met King Wuyang, he... was still alive?!" (End of Chapter)