Chapter 113: Dragon, Tiger Staff, Snake God’s Eyes and Pepper Picture, the negative monument
falls with a sound.
Immediately a guy sent me the vaginal claw.
Under the astonished gazes of everyone, Chen Yulou was calm and composed, without any panic at all. He held his vaginal probing claw and penetrated directly into the blood of the half-coffin and scratched it back and forth.
Soon, there was a resistance on the iron claw.
"It's shipped..."
Using skill, I fished it out gently.
Crash——
The blood that had gradually returned to calm began to shake again.
A crowd of people’s eyes were immediately attracted.
As the probing claw emerged little by little, a short cyan staff about the length of an arm was also taken out of the Crimson Blood Coffin.
The style of the short staff is extremely strange.
One end is a dragon head and the other is a tiger head. The point where the bodies of the two beasts meet is the handle in the middle.
The whole body is cyan, as if coated with a layer of celadon glaze, giving people a simple and heavy feeling.
At first glance, it is an ancient relic from the Han Dynasty.
"Dragon knotweed!"
The moment I saw it.
Chen Yulou’s eyes couldn’t help but light up.
It can be said that this is the key to the road to immortality in the tomb of King Xian.
The Han people believe in the Queen Mother of the West and believe that she is in charge of the elixir of life and ascending to heaven. Dragons and tigers are the keys to mortals ascending to heaven and becoming immortals.
Therefore, during the Han Dynasty.
You can often see portraits of dragons and tigers guarding the Queen Mother of the West.
Dragon knotweed should be born out of this.
And the reason why he values it so much.
Because it is not only a symbol of authority, but also the key to opening the door to Xianwangden.
without it.
It is also impossible to enter the Tomb of King Xian.
I have to say that the person in this crimson blood coffin has really amazing methods.
One link after another.
Insect Valley can only be regarded as the easiest level.
It's just...
How many people can't even get past the first level.
With the dragon and tiger stick in hand, Chen Yulou threw the penis-detecting claw back into the hands of the guy.
“Do you understand?”
“Be careful and don’t miss something good.”
Several guys immediately came forward and combed it bit by bit with their vaginal claws.
Soon there was another movement under my hands.
However, what was fished out this time was not a naked weapon, but a dead body that was soaked in blood and turned white.
He is an old man in his fifties or sixties.
The beard and hair are all white, and he has a long and pointed face.
What is shocking is that even though they have been dead for two thousand years, the ancient corpses show no signs of decay, and their faces even look a little rosy.
It seems that he is not dead.
Just fell into a deep sleep.
"No rotting corpse..."
At first, seeing how heavy they were under their hands, the guys thought they had caught something good.
The result was an ancient corpse.
In addition, there was nothing valuable on him, so I subconsciously prepared to put it aside.
But the well-informed Partridge Whistle suddenly jumped at the corner of his eyes.
“Be careful.”
“It’s a midge crystal!”
After he drank it, the others saw that there was something wrong with the ancient corpse's rosy skin under the light.
Reflects a luster like glass.
Looking carefully, I discovered that he was actually wearing a layer of crystal armor as thin as cicada wings, with a strange style.
“It’s really a crystal.”
“What is a crystal?”
"Mom, it is said that this thing can only be found in the Immortal Mountain. Immortals ascend to the sky and leave behind their remains. In order to prevent decay, they are wrapped with a layer of midge crystals."
"Then what are you waiting for? , peel it off, it’s definitely worth money.”
Obviously, Partridge Whistle is not the only one who has heard of Zhijing.
Immediately someone exclaimed.
That thin layer of plastic is so precious.
Still on the golden jade clothes.
The man who carried the corpse suppressed his hands shaking, for fear of destroying some of Nao Shizi's crystals.
Fortunately, although the crystal is as thin as a cicada's wing, it is not as fragile as imagined. Instead, it has a tapestry texture when placed in the hand.
Peel off the midge crystals.
The body of the high priest was exposed to the air.
Immediately, it quickly became darker at a speed visible to the naked eye.
It will never regain its previous luster.
Chen Yulou looked at the ancient corpse quietly, always feeling that he could see the shadows of many people in him.
Just...
About his identity.
And no definition.
Perhaps he was once a man of extraordinary talent and brilliance who overshadowed an era.
Otherwise, we would not be able to build such an amazing treasure as the Tomb of King Xian.
Look at the entire world of ghost blowing lanterns.
The only one Chen Yulou can think of that can be compared with the Tomb of King Xian is Dixian Village.
Speaking of which, this place is quite similar to Dixian Village.
It’s all for the illusory ascension to immortality.
The same method is achieved by turning corpses into immortals.
The only difference is probably that the feng shui of Dixian Village is far inferior to that of Shuilong Faint.
However, comparing the various designs in the tomb, he still felt that the person in front of him had more outstanding methods, almost to the point of a demon.
It's a pity that man's calculation is not as good as God's calculation.
Is it so simple to become an immortal and an ancestor?
Even with the Muchen Bead, it is said that taking it can lead to immortality.
After all, King Xian fell short.
But the plan here is so meticulous that he is definitely the one closest to becoming an immortal.
Compared to Feng Shigu, it is countless times better.
"It's in stock again..."
"Quickly, bring me the bamboo hat."
He was still thinking about it when he heard the word "guy" again. their exclamations.
Looking back.
Just in time to see a golden light break through the water.
It was a mask made of pure gold.
The shape is weird, with dragon horns on its head, a tiger-shaped mouth, and fish-tail-shaped ears.
Looks hideous and ugly.
Unspeakably horrifying.
But just the dazzling golden light is enough to make people suddenly lose this point.
Carefully lay the mask flat on the bamboo hat.
Scarlet blood dripped down the gap.
Under the light, the golden light is even brighter, with a hint of jade light.
Looking at it carefully, he discovered that the ears, eyes, mouth and nose of the mask were all embedded with blue and white jade beads.
"Damn it, how much gold does it take to make a mask?"
A group of people looked straight.
For them, gold in troubled times is not an empty talk.
These days, half a silver dollar can buy a girl.
Even if you get to the Baihua Tower in the provincial capital, if a small yellow croaker is smashed down, even the oiran will come out to propose a toast.
"Don't move!"
Someone subconsciously wanted to touch it.
Even if you can’t get it, it’s still good to get some gold.
However, before his hand came up, a deep shout suddenly came.
The guy was startled.
Subconsciously follow the sound.
Not just him, but others too.
"Senior brother..."
Compared with their surprise, Hua Ling and the old foreigner looked worried at this moment.
“Brother, what’s wrong with you?”
"Brother, don't scare me."
However, even if the two of them went to pull the corners of his Taoist robe.
Partridge Whistle still seemed as if he hadn’t heard it, and his pair of deep eyes stared intently at the golden mask.
The corners of his eyes were red, and a faint trace of tears could be seen swirling.
The complexion on his face was terrifying.
The throat bone slid up and down, and a pair of hands clenched it tightly, but it was still trembling uncontrollably.
"Senior brother..."
Hua Ling has never seen his senior brother look like this.
The little girl was obviously frightened.
She didn’t understand why her senior brother, who was fine just a moment ago, suddenly became like this.
The same goes for the old foreigner, with panic written all over his face.
Clenched his teeth and stood straight in front of his senior brother.
But... Partridge Whistle didn't even look at him.
Just said coldly, "Get out of the way!"
"Brother, what's wrong with you? Don't scare me and Hua Ling. If you have something to say, please don't tell me slowly."
The old foreigner has a dull personality. Along the way, he spends most of his time alone. Just talk to Kunlun and ask him for advice on horizontal training.
But now I see something strange about my senior brother.
But he couldn't help it anymore and said with a trembling voice.
"I...it's okay, let's get out of the way."
Listening to that familiar voice, a trace of struggle flashed across Partridge Whistle's face, and he sighed slightly.
Reach out your hand and hold the old foreigner's shoulder.
Push him away gently.
Then he looked straight at the golden mask on the bamboo hat.
To be precise, it’s the strange patterns on the mask.
Circles of swirl shapes.
It looks a little baffling.
"Muchen Bead..."
At a glance, he thought he had seen it wrong.
That’s why I insisted on stepping forward to take a look despite the strange looks from everyone.
Now...
The suspicion in my heart has finally been verified.
The pattern on the mask is the symbol of Muchen Bead.
It is exactly the same as what he described in his master's mouth, in the prophet's book, and in the rumors passed down from generation to generation.
Simple swirl symbol.
The outer circle is the eye, and the inner circle is the pupil.
Combined together they are Muchen Beads.
Partridge Whistle stretched out his hand tremblingly, gently stroking the patterns with his long and thin fingers.
For a moment, his emotions could no longer be maintained.
A man who has always stood upright.
Tears welled up in my eyes.
"Senior brother..."
Seeing this scene, Hua Ling also burst into tears.
She didn’t even understand why her senior brother was so upset after seeing those patterns.
She only knew that she had never seen her senior brother like this since she could remember.
In my impression, he always looked cold and could not even smile.
The old foreigner also clasped his hands and his eyes were red.
“The shopkeeper?”
Miss Hong lowered her voice and glanced at Chen Yulou.
But he shook his head.
He knows better than anyone how important Muchen Bead is to Partridge Whistle.
Besides, his heartstrings have been tense for too many years, so it would be a good idea to let it out today.
“Let’s go, let them be quiet.”
He pointed outside the tree hole.
No one left to disturb the three of them.
Chen Yulou quietly left with a group of waiters.
In any case, it is better to see it here than to see the pattern of eyeballs in the murals of the Hades Palace of the Japanese generals.
That is the real disaster.
Otherwise, there would not be the scene of stealing Zhelong Mountain together today.
The moment I walked out of the tree hole, the night wind blew in my face, and it was already dark outside.
"What are you looking at? Go about your own business."
Hearing this, everyone immediately dispersed.
Seeing this situation, although Miss Hong still had many questions, it was not easy to ask them.
Just sitting next to him, looking up at the full moon in the sky.
The bonfire in front of me was crackling.
The aroma of rice mixed with bacon has slowly drifted in.
I don’t know how long it will take.
A group of three figures finally walked out of the tree hole.
Looking at Partridge Whistle, he has returned to normal, but there is still a trace of sadness, expectation and excitement in his frown.
“Brother Chen, it’s funny,”
Walk straight up to him.
The partridge whistle arched his hands and laughed at himself.
“What’s the point? How can a person be ruthless without being a grass or tree?”
“On the contrary, Brother Dao’s true feelings showed up, which made me feel that you are a flesh and blood person, rather than someone who only carries the obsession. "Nian, the Taoist who only knows how to move mountains in search of pearls."
Chen Yulou shook his head.
The longer you stay in contact with him.
The more he felt, the few sentences in the book could not describe one-tenth of the person in front of him.
"Brother Chen, I came here to ask something."
Partridge Whistle smiled bitterly at first.
Then he stared at the dancing flames in front of him and said seriously.
"I remember that day in Pingshan, you once told me that the more you want something, the less likely you are to get it. Did you expect today?"
"If I say yes, will Brother Dao think that it is?" I, Chen Yulou, am a magician?"
"This..."
Seeing his stunned look, Chen Yulou waved his hand.
“Just a joke.”
"However, Brother Dao, have you ever thought that most of the places you went to before were in the Central Plains. If you do the opposite, you might gain something unexpected?"
Hearing this, the partridge whistle came again fell into silence.
It has been nearly twenty years since he left Peacock Mountain and followed the previous generation of Taoist monks to find beads.
But until today.
He finally saw the symbol of Muchen Bead for the first time outside the ancient book of the prophet.
Just now in the tree hole, he calmed down and thought carefully.
Maybe he really came to the right place this time.
Not just the symbol, but also the pull that I felt from the moment I stepped into Worm Valley.
He even asked Hua Ling and the old foreigner specifically.
The same goes for both of them.
Apart from Muchen Bead, Partridge Whistle really couldn't think of anything else that could affect three people at the same time.
"Yes, the scriptures say that everything in the world is trapped by obsessions. Only by letting go of obsessions can we feel free. Maybe we were all wrong at the beginning..."
There was a long silence.
Partridge Whistle suddenly came back to his senses.
“Don’t think too much, the tomb of King Xian is very close at hand, and it only takes a few days at most to verify what you think.”
Patting him on the shoulder, Chen Yulou smiled happily.
How can one imagine the partridge whistle.
Many truths are often told in a joking manner.
In fact, he wanted to say directly that the Muchen Bead was on King Xian, but everything was involved, how could it be that simple?
“Let’s go, let’s eat!”
"Only when you are full can you have the strength to fight backwards."
Standing up, Chen Yulou waved to the guys who couldn't wait for a long time.
A mountain cry suddenly sounded throughout the camp.
Waiting for dinner.
The night has become darker.
After running around for a day, everyone returned to their tents to rest.
Even Chen Yulou just meditated habitually for two weeks before falling asleep.
Until early the next morning.
It wasn’t long before dawn.
The silent camp was broken by a burst of exclamation.
"Shopkeeper, the brothers found an ancient stele under the jade coffin. It seems to have written records. They are not sure. Please go and have a look."
Not long after.
The tent curtain door was opened at a corner.
The tall figure of Kunlun is revealed.
"Does the pepper picture bear the monument..."
Chen Yulou actually woke up early.
They have all finished their meditation practice.
Zhelong Mountain has deep forests, vast snow peaks, and extremely rich aura. Meditating in one session is almost twice as effective as in Guanyun Tower.
"Okay, I'll go over now."
After exhaling, Chen Yulou jumped up. When he opened the curtain door, everyone in the camp was also alarmed.
When they pass.
The crimson blood jade coffin in the tree hole has been moved aside.
A deep cave is exposed underneath.
At this moment, there are still several torches burning under the cave, dispelling the surrounding darkness.
Looking down, you can faintly see countless tree roots intertwined.
And among the roots of the tree.
It is wrapped in a huge beast with a stone tablet behind it.
The Bigui held his head high and landed on all fours in a kneeling posture.
I don’t know which craftsman made it.
The carvings are lifelike.
Everyone watching was shocked.
"What's going on? It's okay to use a tree as a coffin. Why is there such a big bastard under the coffin?"
(End of this chapter)