Until I saw the words on the stone tablet..." Zhang Qilin's words drew Zhang Hao's attention to the stone tablet ahead.
The symbols on the stone tablet were messy and chaotic, as if they were graffiti at random. There was no pattern to follow and it was difficult to decipher their meaning.
However, Zhang Qilin called them "words", which surprised Zhang Hao.
"Brother Qilin, are you saying that the carvings on these stone tablets are not meaningless ghost symbols, but a type of writing that has been lost?" Zhang Hao asked tentatively.
"Have you ever heard of the Ghost Country?" Zhang Qilin asked a question directly without looking back.
Zhang Hao searched his mind, but could not find any memory about the "Ghost Country".
"The Ghost Kingdom was a mysterious regime during the Shang Dynasty. It was once prosperous, but was destroyed because it was on the wrong team." Zhang Qilin said slowly, "The Ghost Kingdom is located at the intersection of the human world and the world of music. It is called Ghost. Valley, hence the name. They were proficient in soul divination and had a unique understanding of the ways of yin and yang. Later, with the contact with the outside world, the ghost country left some traces in the wild history, but its history was still forgotten by many eras. ”
Although Zhang Hao was puzzled as to why Zhang Qilin suddenly mentioned the Ghost Country, he also realized that this building might be inextricably linked to the Ghost Country.
However, he couldn't help but wonder when he thought that the Shang Dynasty was thousands of years ago, and the historical traces of this building obviously could not be traced back that far.
What's more, according to the old village chief, the village was moved here only a few hundred years ago, and it is even more difficult to connect it with the history of the ghost country.
Zhang Qilin seemed to see through Zhang Hao's thoughts and smiled slightly: "The reason why I mentioned the ghost country is to let you understand the big background. There was an evil ghost technique spread in the ghost country. Mastering this ghost technique In order to pursue stronger power, he finally embarked on a path of no return and became the legendary ghost king.”
Zhang Hao suddenly realized that Zhang Qilin's foreshadowing finally revealed a corner of the truth.
"Are you saying that this building is actually an ancient sacrificial platform or something similar? And someone built it here with ulterior motives, using the mountains, rivers and dragon energy in an attempt to perform some kind of ulterior ritual. Open the passage between the human world and the ghost world and summon the ghost king?" Zhang Hao speculated.
Zhang Qilin nodded approvingly: "It really saves a lot of trouble to talk to smart people. What I saw behind the stone gate is exactly like this. In the closed space, there is an altar in the center, and the dragon's energy is boiling on the altar. It is obvious that the sacrifice is about to begin. .”
Zhang Hao's mood suddenly became heavy. He recalled his experience of making a bet with the gods and taking over the Yin Yang Inn, and it seemed that all this was not simple.
He had already expected that there might be a deeper arrangement behind it, but he never expected it to be so complicated.
"Time is running out," Zhang Hao said worriedly, "Once the dragon energy is fully utilized by them, the entire ceremony may go smoothly. By then, the passage between the human world and the ghost world will be opened, Yin and Yang will not be separated, and the Yin Yang Inn will also bear the brunt. ”
The Yin and Yang Inn originally stood between the Yin and Yang realms. It not only dealt with business in the Yang city, but also received guests from the Yin and Yang realms.
Zhang Hao once used the origin of yin and yang to hire the bull-headed horse-faced and black and white impermanence for his own use. But now, if it is true as Zhang Qilin said, the ceremony is successful and the ghost king is born, both yin and yang worlds will be in turmoil.
"Why are you so sure that time is running out? This building has been in existence for a hundred years. If they really wanted to use dragon energy to perform sacrifices, they would have already achieved their goal, right?" Zhang Hao questioned.
"Impossible." Zhang Qilin said categorically, "Dragon Qi is produced by the spiritual veins of heaven and earth. It must be placed in a specific container to be stored temporarily. In the center of the altar behind the stone door, there is a jade jar made of white jade, into which the Dragon Qi flows. It was later retained and compressed. They obviously wanted to use the power of the container to break the boundary between Yin and Yang, open the ghost door and release the ghost king."
Zhang Qilin's reasoning is clear and convincing. As the only person who has seen the scene behind the stone gate, his words are undoubtedly highly credible. Zhang Hao fell into deep thought, his heart filled with unprecedented pressure and confusion.
"So, do you think the leakage of dragon energy in the river and the recent bizarre incidents in Sanjia Mountain Village are all related to this incident?" Zhang Hao tried to get confirmation from Zhang Qilin.
However, Zhang Qilin neither affirmed nor denied, just stood there silently without any reaction.
Just when Zhang Hao wanted to ask further questions, something suddenly changed on the river. The originally calm river surface was slowed down by the suppression of the Water Dragon King.
But at this moment, four or five huge whirlpools appeared silently on the river. They rotated faster and faster, causing the entire water flow on the river to become turbulent.
At the same time, the originally clear sky suddenly turned cloudy, and large dark clouds piled up around Sanjia Mountain, giving people an oppressive feeling of doomsday.
Seeing this, Fatty Wang ignored the conversation between Zhang Qilin and Zhang Hao and hurried to their side. "I asked you two, what is going on? The sky was fine just now, why did it change as soon as we came out?" He asked anxiously.
"Oops! Brother Qilin, brother Zhang Hao, look, there is movement on the river again. It must be that the Water Dragon King cannot hold on, so the river surface begins to change again!" Fatty Wang stood between the two of them, As he spoke, he looked down at the river.
Fatty Wang is not stupid, so he can naturally feel that there is definitely something complicated behind this matter. He subconsciously looked up at Zhang Qilin: "Brother Qilin, what is going on? Can you speak more clearly?"
But Zhang Qilin returned to his usual silence. He just glanced at Fatty Wang lightly and said nothing. Fatty Wang was asking for trouble. Although he felt a little uncomfortable, he and Zhang Qilin had experienced a lot together and knew each other's personalities well. If he was really angry, he would have been mad to death by Zhang Qilin.
Seeing that Zhang Qilin didn't want to say more, Fatty Wang stopped asking and turned to Zhang Hao: "Brother Zhang Hao, you asked me to post peace blessings to the whole village before, and I have done it. You You can ask the old village chief. But on the river..." He obviously wanted to get some answers from Zhang Hao.
Zhang Hao frowned and was silent for a long time before whispering: "Let's go down the mountain."
Everyone finally went down the mountain, and the old village chief was carried back to the village. As soon as they arrived at the entrance of the village, Zhuzi, who had been waiting there, rushed up: "Mr. Yin Yang, what are you doing? Our village chief is so old, you won't still attack him, right?" He eagerly defended the old village chief. .
"Besides, what happened in the village during this period has nothing to do with the old village chief, so don't torment him!" Zhuzi's words were full of defense of the old village chief.
Fatty Wang glanced at Zhuzi coldly: "Brother Zhuzi, which of your eyes saw that we were not treating the old village chief well? The old village chief is tired of climbing the mountain with us and wants to rest for a while. Let's take him He didn't say anything when he lifted it down, but you fell here Don't worry about it!" After saying that, he put the old village chief's legs on the stone next to him and pointed at the pillar, "You don't want us to touch it, Fatty, I won't wait for you anymore, you can take care of it yourself! Bring the old village chief back to the village!”
Zhuzi wanted to say something more, but when he saw the dark clouds above his head and the river that was no longer calm, he finally closed his mouth. After all, Mr. Yin-Yang is still the backbone of the villagers. If Mr. Yin-Yang doesn't care about it, the safety of the entire village will really not be guaranteed.
Zhuzi had no choice but to lift the old village chief's legs and walk quickly towards the village with Zhang Hao. People in the village also noticed the change in the weather. They all stood in front of their homes and greeted their neighbors from a distance. Since Fatty Wang had previously stated that he could not pick the blessings of peace within three days, the villagers did not dare to go out easily. When they saw the old village chief being carried back, they were filled with worry. A few bold and strong men ran over with courage, but as soon as they arrived in the main room, they bumped into the pillars that were about to go out. Both parties took a few steps back. Zhuzi was so thin that he sat down on the ground, screaming in pain.
"Dazhuang, if you don't just stay at home, why are you running out! If you hit me like this, my butt will break into four pieces!" Zhu Zhu complained.
Da Zhuang smiled sheepishly and looked at the back room involuntarily: "I was in a hurry just now, so I bumped into you. Brother Zhuzhu, what happened to our village chief? I seemed to have seen you just now..."< br>
Zhuzi quickly made a silence gesture and pointed at Zhang Hao, who was standing beside him in deep thought: "This matter is not our business, we should just go home honestly. Although I don't know what the old village chief is doing. Why did it become like this, but you can tell by looking at Mr. Yin Yang’s expression that this is not an easy matter today.”
Although Da Zhuang is a mountain man with little education, he is not stupid either.
After hearing what Zhu Zhu said, he felt it made sense, so he nodded and followed Zhu Zhu out of the village chief's house.
"Rumble..." There was a faint sound of thunder in the sky, and at the same time, a strong wind suddenly blew in the village.
Several thatched houses built outside were instantly torn off their roofs, making the whole village look even weirder.
Zhang Qilin pursed his lips slightly and looked at Zhang Hao's back, as if waiting for him to make an idea. But Zhang Hao was still deep in thought and didn't say a word.
"Brother Zhang Hao, what should we do now? It seems that the water dragon king in the river can no longer suppress the dragon's energy. If this dragon's energy spreads again, it will probably bring even greater disasters. How about we kill the old man? Wake up the village chief and ask him to tell the villagers to evacuate immediately!" Fatty Wang said anxiously.
Zhang Hao just smiled faintly: "It would be great if things were as simple as you said."
After saying that, he turned to look at Zhang Qilin, "Brother Qilin, I hope you can go to a place with me. Fatty, please let the villagers stay at home and no one comes out."
"Brother Zhang Hao, do you want to..." Fatty Wang was a little confused and asked.
But he was only halfway interrupted when he was interrupted by Zhang Hao's cold eyes.
Fatty Wang knew that Zhang Hao might be planning a big game now. The more questions you ask yourself, the more you may destabilize your plan.
So, he had no choice but to shut his mouth.
"Okay then, I will stay in the village and stop the villagers from wandering around. The rest will be left to you and Brother Qilin." He looked at Zhang Qilin next to him and finally compromised.
Zhang Hao and Zhang Qilin turned around and walked out without hesitation. At this time, the sky outside was already terrifyingly gloomy.
Dark clouds seemed to be pressing on people's heads, thunder rumbled, and the river was no longer calm.
All this seems to indicate that a huge catastrophe is coming.
Zhang Qilin returned to his taciturn appearance.
Everything that needs to be said has been made clear to Zhang Hao. As for what to do next, it can only be decided by Zhang Hao.
The two came to the river. Zhang Hao took out the body lock he had taken out from Fatty Wang's pocket when he was at the village chief's house, and whipped it three times toward the river...
The scene was almost exactly the same as what Fatty Wang had witnessed. The whirlpool on the river began to rotate faster, and then, a huge body slowly emerged from the middle of the river.
That was the Water Dragon King. He seemed to be in extremely bad condition. He lowered his head feebly and swam slowly to the river, staring at Zhang Hao with his helpless eyes.
"It's useless even if you scream your throat out. I still say the same thing. If the dragon coffin is not sent back to Zhenjiang as soon as possible, the dragon's eyes are blocked and the dragon's energy leaks out. Sooner or later, the whole village will be flooded." The voice of the Water Dragon King said. It revealed fatigue and anxiety.
Zhang Hao stared at the huge turtle shell of the Water Dragon King. It stands to reason that the Water Dragon King, as a spiritual creature in the water, has experienced thousands of years, and its turtle shell should be the hardest thing in the world.
However, the turtle shell in front of him was in ruins and tattered, as if it would disintegrate at any time.
Fatty Wang's previous words were confirmed, and Zhang Hao also understood a little bit.
"The injuries on your body were caused by the impact of the leaked dragon energy when you blocked the dragon's eyes, right?" Zhang Hao asked tentatively.
"Isn't this a question knowingly? Someone has asked me before. Am I not clear enough?" Water Dragon King was obviously a little angry. "I really don't understand what you think. The Zhenjiang Dragon Coffin Town is under the water just to suppress it." The underwater dragon veins in the Yellow River Basin. How about you fish it out in the name of archeology? Isn’t it just a little bit missing?”
Zhang Hao and Zhang Qilin looked at each other and saw the embarrassment in each other's eyes. They didn't know how to explain things to this point.
"I'm really sorry. Maybe the archaeological team didn't notice the dragon rock below during the exploration and thought it was just an ancient coffin that had sunk to the bottom of the water for many years." Zhang Hao apologized sincerely, but the Water Dragon King became even more furious.
"I can feel the dragon energy leaking out faster and faster. Not to mention me, even with the Zhenjiang Dragon Coffin, it may not be able to completely suppress it. This is your own consequences, don't blame me for everything. ." After saying that, the Water Dragon King turned around and dived into the water.
At this moment, the corpse rope in Zhang Hao's hand suddenly flew towards the river bank, as if it had its own consciousness. It was like a snake swimming in the water, and instantly wrapped around one of the Water Dragon King's legs, forcefully pulling him back to the shore. .
"What do you mean? (End of Chapter)