Chapter 700 The Jianghai has my will, the Temple of the Immortal Emperor
“Oh my God, everyone is blessed!”
The noise of the crisp female voice mixed with electronic sounds became a bit harsh, in the middle of the tour bus In the aisle, the tour guide was wearing a headset, using a non-standard accent and speaking standard lines.
“You really picked the right time and came at the right time. The winter moon in the north is full of snow, the ground is covered with hoarfrost, and the rolling snow on the mountains is so white that it’s so beautiful...”
The bus departing from the seaport city is speeding west on the black grass and stone road. It is still more than fifty kilometers away from the destination Bei'an City. The tour guide on the bus is like a little devil fairy. , Barabara kept talking.
Most of the tourists on the bus were individual travelers who took a boat from the south to the north to see the snow scenery. After getting off the cruise ship, they spontaneously boarded the travel bus.
As for the tour guide, everyone was too lazy to listen to her eloquent words. After all, some of the people in the car went to Bei'an City to work, and there were also tourists who generally made travel guides and would not go to such a wild tour guide.
For example, sitting in the second to last row of the bus, there is a tall man with slightly side-parted short hair, wearing a white velvet shirt and loose black casual trousers, looking out the window. Wearing sunglasses.
Under the sunglasses, there is a tall nose bridge, an angular chin, and a little stubble. From the moment you get on the bus, not only the tour guide in the car stares at you, but also other female passengers in the car. Occasionally glance back.
“Tour guide, you made a mistake in one place.”
Sitting in the middle seat of the bus, a woman with a ponytail and a peaked cap suddenly raised her hand, "Bei'an City is not only called Beiyan City and other ancient names, but also called Yanjing, two thousand It existed more than 900 years ago, and the Yan Palace is located in Pinghu, 27 kilometers away from Beiyan District, Bei'an City!"
Besides the woman was a middle-aged man wearing a jacket and a fur hat. The brim of the hat is surrounded by fox fur.
He listened to the explanation of the woman beside him, nodded with a smile, and then spoke softly, telling the other party to stop talking.
"The tour guide only talks nice things and fools people. If you tell her these things, you will forget them later."
"Yes, I almost forgot!"
The woman blinked her eyes and saw that the tour guide was speechless by what she said, with bulging veins on his forehead. She quickly closed her mouth and sat back in her seat.
After a moment of awkwardness, she leaned towards the middle-aged man slightly, using a voice that only the two of them could hear.
"Professor, are you sure you found the tomb of Emperor Changsheng from the ancient books?"
The middle-aged man pulled down his leather hat, the shadow covered half of his face, and his index finger was on his lips There was a soft 'shhh' in the room, and six or seven people on the seats around looked over, and they seemed to be with women and middle-aged people.
“Yuhan, don’t say these words in the car.”
The middle-aged man patted the back of the woman named Yuhan's hand and said, "We'll get off the bus in Beiyan District." Listen clearly. The man in the second to last row in the back seat of the car turned his face slightly, and glanced at the people in front of him behind his sunglasses.
A faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and then he looked at the winter scenery outside the car.
He met people like this countless times, but they all ended up in the Beifeng Mountains. There was heavy snow there, and it was difficult to distinguish the mountains, let alone find tombs. If you can come out after entering the mountains, you are considered an ancestor. I have exhausted all my connections underground.
‘After many years, these mountains and these woods are still the same. ’
The rolling mountains covered with white snow are reflected on the sunglasses. Every time a man passes by here, he can't help but sigh at the eternal power of heaven and earth.
Somewhere the bus passed by, he remembered that many, many years ago, there were sentries and urn forts. Nowadays, only a few bricks from that time can be found among the grass and deep in the soil.
And the Yanjing he was most familiar with——
The bus pulled into the station. He walked out of the station without any luggage and looked at the very modern big city in front of him.
The spacious roads, various means of transportation passing by, the sound of horns, roars, human voices, and the sound of electrical appliances cutting, all transform into the complexity of life and rush into everyone's senses at this moment.
'It's almost time...'
He took a deep breath and murmured something he could hear: 'Three thousand years... it's time to completely integrate with this world and no longer need to hide it. ’
I hailed a taxi and came to a certain street in Beiyan District. Before I got out of the car, the man looked at a certain shop and frowned.
The familiar funeral shop has been transformed into a clothing store.
“Master, where was the funeral shop before here?”
The taxi driver was fifty years old. He glanced at the shop over there and said with a smile: "Where are the funerals here...Oh, come to think of it, they have been incarcerated for more than twenty years. Are you here to find relatives?"
More than twenty years?
Time flies so fast, I thought it was only a few years ago.
The man just smiled at the driver, "Then the master will take me to a nearby funeral shop, and I will buy a few sticks of incense."
"Okay, fasten your seat belt." The taxi driver did not hesitate and restarted the car. After driving through a few streets, the man bought incense candles. A whole bundle of incense was enough to visit dozens or hundreds of tombs.
Putting the bundle of incense candles into the travel bag he bought, he held it in his hand and left Beiyan District. He did not take a ride, but just walked on the asphalt road, admiring the mountain scenery along the way.
To the north is Beifeng Mountain. During the Great Xia Dynasty, it was almost deserted, and there are still no people living there now, so the further north you go, the fewer pedestrians and vehicles there are on the road.
Occasionally, vehicles will pass by, but at this moment, there are several off-road vehicles speeding from the road behind.
“Professor, does the Temple of the Immortal Emperor really exist?”
Ni Yuhan's woman leaned against the car window, flipping through a yellowed ancient book in her hand, "Many of his deeds are incredible, including meteorites falling from the sky, smashing city walls with one punch... There are no human beings here."
"Haha, those are of course fake, but he is indeed the founding king of the Xia Dynasty. Think about it, the legendary king was discovered by us... Not only in the archaeological world, but the entire world will probably become a celebrity. "
"Then I wish the professor had something on his mind...Hey, isn't that the man on the same bus as us?" The woman just put down the book and saw the figure walking uphill. , when she said the last word "成", she happened to see the man's profile and recognized him.
“I am carrying a duffel bag and walking on foot. Are there people who live in nearby villages?”
The woman asked the driver to slow down, pressed down the window and faced the roadside. The walking man asked: "fellow, are you from nearby? It's too cold today, we can give you a ride."
The man was still wearing sunglasses, and he couldn't see the expression in his eyes. He just smiled at the corner of his mouth, waved his hand towards them, and said in a pure northern accent: "No need."
"If you have a car, don't you? Sit down, what a weirdo!"
"That's called caution. I'm really worried about him coming up." The professor pressed the electric window and asked the driver to speed up and catch up with the car in front. "What we have to do. , Don’t let outsiders know, it will be troublesome if you report it.”
“Professor, didn’t you say that you got a pass for this visit to the tomb?” Ni Yuhan was stunned. She is a student of the professor in front of her. She is not only successful in archeology, but also has a certain understanding of history.
The most important thing is that her figure and appearance can be said to be good-looking among many female students. The professor called her here because he naturally wanted to provide her with materials for writing her graduation thesis.
Along the way, Ni Yuhan didn't seem to understand the professor's emphasis on 'graduation'.
"The tomb of the Changsheng Emperor of Daxia has always been a legend. So far, I have only found a few words about the Changsheng Emperor Temple in ancient books. How can I get a pass with these?"
< br>The professor's surname is Fu Gutong. He is forty-five years old. He is a professor of history and archeology. He has presided over dozens of rescue and excavations of ancient tombs, large and small.
In the archaeological community, I dare not say that Taishan Beidou is also a great master, and he is also somewhat famous internationally.
In addition to the female student Ni Yuhan, those who came with him this time were also eight veterans from the archaeological team, and sixteen strong men in snow suits who got out of four other off-road vehicles. Someone Ni Yuhan doesn’t know.
"Emperor Changsheng Wu of Great Xia, a legendary figure, was hiding in this mountain when he was about to die."
Seven off-road vehicles stopped at the foot of the Snowy Mountains, Fu Gutongha took a white breath and took off his scalp. Hat, raised his gray head, looking at the majestic snow-capped mountains.
“Raising troops to rebel, annexing six countries, crossing the sea to attack the Japanese slaves, crossing the grasslands and Xizhou, and marching to the west of the world, every time is such a magnificent feat. If we can find his resting place, who knows? How many treasures are there."
"Professor Fu!"
Suddenly an awkward Chinese language sounded in the team. Ni Yuhan looked back and saw a tall man who took off his snow hat and revealed himself. With brown hair and a typical Central Asian face, she was surprised how a foreigner could join in. Then she heard the other person remind her in a low voice: "Remember what I want."
"I know. But only if we can find his tomb."
Fu Gutong nodded, and before Ni Yuhan asked what was going on, he asked the foreigner to leave two people to guard the vehicle. After getting ready, , leading everyone into the mountain.
The remaining two people cleared a piece of snow, took fire-making tools from the car, raised a bonfire, and grilled the local chicken they bought in Beiyan District.
Squeak! !
That was the sound of shoes stepping on the snow. A figure came from behind. Snowflakes were still floating near the snow-capped mountains, but the person who came over did not have any snowflakes on his body.
The two guards who heard the footsteps hurriedly stood up and saw the approaching figure carrying a duffel bag, crossing the convoy and heading towards Xuelinzi.
“Who are you!”
Both of these two people are locals hired by the Central Asians. They dare to fight fiercely on the streets. When faced with people who suddenly appear, they naturally feel wary. .
"Me?"
The man did not stop, but raised his gaze and looked at the snow-capped mountains from behind his sunglasses, with a faint smile on his handsome and handsome profile.
"My name is Su Chen..."
(End of this chapter)