There are many immortal families in the north, and some are generally divided into Baojia Immortal and the Horse Immortal. Of course, this cannot summarize all immortal families. Baojia Immortals have all their families. They only protect their family safety. Some Baojia Immortals need people to recognize them, establish Baojia Immortal Hall for them, burn incense, and some Baojia Immortals do things for their families silently without paying back. Some will only have requirements when a certain time. They need to show the merits of doing for their families. In short, there are all situations.

Anyone who practices Taoism knows about the knowledge of the North and South sects, which is the most basic thing to know.

What Mei'er is concerned about is these immortals. Although Mei'er is a fox spirit that has been practicing for nearly a thousand years, she is still one step away from the immortals. If she deals with ordinary mountain spirits and ghosts, it may be no problem. However, when encountering a real immortal, Mei'er's ability will inevitably be reduced. This is why she cannot detect Xiantuo Mountain.

After thinking about it, I spoke, "For several days, I have traveled between famous rivers and rivers to absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to help me practice. But to this day, my practice still cannot improve, but instead shows signs of gradually regressing. Alas... Otherwise, we will set off as soon as possible tomorrow morning to find Xiantuo Mountain."

Mei'er hesitated for a moment and said, "Master, you have the jade Buddhist beads of monk Fangzi in your hand. You don't have to come to this beautiful place for practice, but you..."

My heart tightened, and I hurriedly glared at Mei'er and said, "No need to say anything, find a place to stay tonight and set off tomorrow morning."

Little do I know that I also want to absorb the innate Qi in the Jade Buddha Bead to practice, but what Meier doesn’t know is that I had a relationship with my children in Zhangjia Village and had already introduced the Jade Buddha Bead into the devil’s way. It seems that I felt about Meier at this moment... I couldn’t explain it clearly for a moment, so I simply threw all these complex feelings behind my head.

"...Yes." Mei'er replied softly, then her figure shook and disappeared without a trace.

At the foot of the mountain on the other side of Yaowang Mountain, there is a quiet village. Under the moonlight, it looks particularly quiet and peaceful. It is worthy of living under Yaowang Mountain. It absorbs the energy of the mountain veins all day long. I believe there should be many old birthday stars here.

I smiled and immediately marched towards the villages and towns below,

"Yaoshan Village..." I looked at the monument on the border of the village. It turned out that this village refers to the name of the mountain. Yaoshan Village is a very interesting name.

A long distance away, I could hear the barking of dogs in the village. At night, I was probably the only one who was most alert. I came to the gate of a courtyard at the entrance of the village and was about to knock on the door, but when I saw that the door was not locked, I frowned. I decided not to go in. I didn't understand, so it would inevitably lead to misunderstandings. I would rather ask the next house.

The gate of the second house was locked inside, but I knocked on the door for a long time, but no one squeaked. I continued to look for the next house and knocked on the doors of several families in succession. Strangely, either the door was half open and half closed, or there was no movement inside. Just as I was puzzled, I suddenly found a staggering and extremely thin figure at the east end of the village. I quickly walked forward. It turned out to be an old man in his seventies. He was now moving out of the village with a crutch.

When he saw me, the old man hurriedly pointed to the valley opposite and shouted: "Go... Go quickly... The tomb of the Iron Hat King is stolen."

The old man's eyes were very turbid. I was sure he didn't recognize me. Maybe he regarded me as a person in the village, but his words made my eyes lit up. Is the Iron Hat King, who was the Iron Hat King who used to listen to people tell stories?

Almost many older generations know the story of the Iron Hat King, because the era of the Iron Hat King is not far away from today, but is a story from the Qing Dynasty. I never thought that I saw a living creature here, and there was really such a saying by the Iron Hat King. It turns out that what I heard from those old people was not fiction.

Legend has it that there were twelve iron hat kings in the Qing Dynasty, eight of which were "meritorial titles" when they founded the country, and the last four were honored by the emperor after political struggles in the middle and late Qing Dynasty. The first eight powerful princes had the most military achievements and the greatest merits in the process of founding the country and starting a business, so their throne was passed down from generation to generation, and they would not be expelled. If they were dismissed for reasons, they could be inherited by other descendants of the family. If there was no one in the family, they could also be inherited by their descendants of the other branches. This is called "hereditary and unsubstituted", commonly known as "iron king of iron hats".

The Iron Hat King has many legendary stories. It was once a storyteller's "golden rice bowl", so it is widely circulated among the people.

The eight iron hat kings are all the dragon sons and grandsons of the Qing Taizu Nurhaci. Among them, Prince Youli Daishan Nurhaci, Prince Rui Dorgon, Prince Zheng Jiergalang, Prince Yu Duoduo, Prince Su Haoge, Prince Chengze Shuose, Prince Cheng Yuetuo, Prince Ying Sahalian. The most legendary ones are the eight iron hat kings. Among the eight iron hat kings, Prince Li Daishan and his family produced three, accounting for nearly half. It was a unique and unique event in the Qing Dynasty. The reason is that the reason why Huang Taiji successfully ascended the throne of the dragon court was mainly due to the "support" of Daishan and his son. Because the Daishan family "has great contributions", the court also "feeded back" them to special glory.

Speaking of the Iron Hat King, we must talk about the land under our feet, Chenyang, which is the "Shengjing" in the Qing Dynasty. The Qing Taizu first moved the capital to Chenyang and started to build an imperial palace in Shenyang. More than ten years later, Emperor Taizong of the Qing Dynasty respected Chenyang as "Shengjing". Later, the Qing Dynasty moved its capital to Beijing, and Chenyang was the capital of Liudu. Decades later, the Qing Dynasty established Fengtian Prefecture in Shenyang with the intention of "Fengtian inheritance", so Chenyang was also called "Fengtian".

It is hundreds of miles away from the "Shengjing" Chenyang, and the legendary Iron Hat King was a famous royal relative at that time. No matter how badly he was, he had to be buried in "Shengjing". How could he come to this remote mountain village for burial? It is really confusing.

"Go...Go..."

The old man waved his hand silently to gesture to me to look into the valley in the distance, and then he anxiously repeated the two previous sentences.

I smiled, nodded to the old man, and immediately turned around and rushed to the small valley in front. Sure enough, not long after, I saw that the uphill position of the valley was flowing among the dense crowds. It turned out that the villagers all went to see the cemetery of the Iron Hat King. I opened my mouth and shouted to myself: "My mother, there is really an Iron Hat King here."

When I arrived at the uphill of the valley, I saw all the villagers watching around a clearing area. As for what to see, because the crowd was tightly blocked, I couldn't see clearly on the outside, but I could only vaguely hear the people inside sighing.

I couldn't help but be curious, so I squeezed in and walked into the inner circumference. I just realized that what the villagers sighed was the three bloody men lying next to the stone tablet.

Needless to say, the three blood men were tomb robbers. My heart tightened. Who was so cruel that he actually beat the man like this. I looked up at everyone, but found that everyone was shook their heads and sighing innocently, as if the three people who were in a pool of blood had no relationship with them at all. Could it be that they could beat them?

Suddenly, an older man walked forward slowly, shook his head and sighed: "It's so miserable to die... I can even rob the tomb robbers, which really makes them suffer..."

"Uh..." I suddenly realized that these three tomb robbers were not beaten to death by the villagers, so how did they die?

"Jingada,."

In an instant, someone pointed at the hole in the grave and shouted. I looked at it urgently. Jin Gada... It turned out that it meant gold, silver and treasures. It was not. There were some scattered treasures lying there quietly in the holes pierced by the tomb robbers. Seeing this, the villagers instantly rushed towards the gold, silver and treasures as if they had changed their own people...

"Mine, that's mine."

"Get out of here, this is all mine."

“…………”

In an instant, the villagers squeezed their heads and snatched the gold, silver and treasures. Soon, there was no trace left in the cave entrance of the corner of the grave, and they were all snatched by the villagers. Despite this, most villagers did not grab it, turned around empty-handed and dejectedly. No one cared about the three tomb robbers who fell in a pool of blood. The villagers who received the treasure were happily walking down the valley, and those who did not receive the treasure had no intention of leaving. Of course, there were also a few around the graveyard, perhaps trying to touch something again.

In the blink of an eye, there were only three bloody corpses left around the cemetery. The cold mountain wind blew, making people shudder.
Chapter completed!