"Uncle Master, you were not like this before. Why didn't you argue with him just now? What are you afraid of with your skills?" said the young monk.
Everyone, please go and try it soon.]
"Nonsense, we are all monks, we are compassionate, and if we have time, we use it to strengthen our bodies. Do you want me to fight with the donor?"
In winter, the bell rings again.
"Wait a minute, I have to see how he practices and what kind of kung fu he practices?" Hong An turned back after walking out for two steps, just in time to see Wang An put his palm on the vibrating clock and feel the vibration from it.
.
"Uncle Master, what is he doing? He's so arrogant."
"He was feeling the vibration of the big clock, feeling the power, the power of the vibration."
Hong An saw that Wang An's body was also trembling slightly.
"What is he trying to practice?"
"I know, uncle, this is resonance, right?" The young monk on the side clapped his hands and said,
"Well, resonance? You'd better go back and read more scriptures." Hong An looked aside for a while and then turned and left.
"Amitabha, if I can beat him, can I let him mess around here?" Hong Anxin said.
Winter, winter, the sound of ringing bells has been echoing in Songlin Temple. At this time, the abbot Zen Master walked over here.
"Hong An, what's going on? Why does the bell keep ringing?" He stopped Hong An on the way.
"One of the donors said that he would use our big bell to practice martial arts."
The abbot Zen Master was slightly startled after hearing this. He came not far from the big bell and looked at Wang An who put his hands on the big bell while ringing the bell.
“So it’s this donor?”
"I guess he was stunned for a while. He will be fine once he gets over it."
The bells rang at Songlin Temple all morning. Before leaving, Wang An specifically wanted to apologize to the abbot Zen Master.
"Buddhism has opened the door to convenience. The donor has a predestined relationship with me, the Buddha. Has the donor ever realized anything?"
"I gained something, thank you Master."
"That's good." Zen Master Abbot said with a smile, looking like a kind old man.
Just when a certain kind of monk at Songlin Temple thought that this incident would just go away, Wang An came again the next day.
Hong An, who was hiding in the corner and eating the elbow, listened to the continuous ringing of the bell and suddenly felt that the elbow in his hand was not so delicious.
"Why are you here again? Is it over yet?!"
He didn't just come the next day, he came almost every day.
"Brother, you have to take care of this matter at a fixed time. He has come to work in our Songlin Temple. Do we have to prepare a special meditation room for him in our Songlin Temple?"
"Don't be impatient, it will be fine in a few days." The abbot said with a smile.
Under the big bell, um, oh, when Wang An made a sound, his body trembled like a big bell, mainly in the chest and abdominal cavity. Guided by the sound, the whole body trembled with strength. The trembling force was as strong as the muscles of the chest and abdomen.
Live, and then penetrate into the internal organs.
[After you have been ringing the bell in the temple for a while, you have touched the threshold of the sound of tiger, leopard and thunder. Xingyiquan experience 100.]
Good guy, a Tiger Leopard Thunder Sound can actually add so much experience points.
After some trembling, Wang An felt the energy and blood surge in his internal organs, and his whole body felt hot.
"Yes, these days have not been in vain." Wang Anxin said.
The next day, Wang An did not arrive at Songlin Temple, which made all the monks at Songlin Temple extremely happy.
"Oh my god, he's not coming!"
"Don't mention it. I can't hear the bells all of a sudden. I'm really not used to it."
"Are you a bitch?"
"Uncle Master, how can you talk like that?"
"We finally sent this god of plague away, and you're still not used to it?" Hong An glared at the monk.
From then on, Wang An never went to Songlin Temple again within a few days. Instead, he kept familiarizing himself with the vocalization and trembling in his own courtyard. After practicing for a while, he stopped and thought about it.
In addition to the Tiger Leopard Thunder Sound, he is still practicing Vajra Zen Palm every day, and his experience points are increasing little by little.
During this period of time, everything was calm, neither Xu Huang nor Tang Wu appeared again, and the incident in Chenjiacun seemed to have passed just like that.
But has it really passed? No, Li Xinzhu said that the price of that treasure has soared to 20 million, double what it was before. According to Li Xinzhu, the price may continue to rise.
But no one knows where the clay Buddha is.
When I woke up early that morning, the sky was overcast and there were bursts of spring thunder.
Thunder sound?
Wang An looked up at the sky.
There was another burst of thunder, and the vibration felt like a large loading truck passing by with a load of things nearby.
Wang An closed his eyes and felt the sound of thunder rolling and the air trembling slightly. Unfortunately, the thunder only rang for a short while and then stopped.
In the early morning, he drove out of Hu'an City in the rain. He planned to go to Jianchang City today to see the ancient tomb and maybe find something useful to him.
Jianchang is far away from Hu'an, more than a thousand miles away. Wang An set out early in the morning and arrived in Jianchang in the afternoon. He found a place to settle down. The next morning he first went to the museum in Jianchang City.
Because this is a famous historical city with a history of nearly two thousand years, many ancient tombs have been discovered nearby. This museum is very large and impressive.
After buying a ticket and entering the museum, Wang An found a staff member here and asked about the ancient tomb that was stolen twenty years ago.
"Twenty years ago? That's really not clear. There are many ancient tombs in Jianchang City, and quite a few of them have been stolen. The general tombs you mentioned, there were more than a dozen famous figures excavated in Jianchang City.
!" The staff member said with a smile.
"Then I'd better take a look myself, thank you."
Wang An looked at some cultural relics according to the guide map in the museum. He spent the whole morning wandering here alone, and when he was about to leave, he suddenly found a sword and a set of swords in an inconspicuous corner.
A stomach.
As he walked closer, Wang An saw from the introduction next to the display cabinet that the owner of these two antiquities was a military general from the Ming Dynasty named Zhou Huai.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Wang An has never heard of this name, and it seems that it is not famous. The sentence on the side of the introduction made Wang An's eyes light up.
Rumor has it that Zhou Huai was taught a special skill by a stranger due to fate, and he had the power to drag down two bulls. Moreover, this Zhou Huai lived to be ninety years old.
"Teaching unique skills from strangers?" Seeing this sentence, Wang An suddenly thought of Zhou Dian.
Of course, this is just a rumor. Whether Zhou Huai has that ability in history remains to be verified.
"Hello, where is the tomb of this general?" Wang An called a museum staff member and asked him about the specific location of the tomb of General Zhou.
"His tomb is on Xiwang Mountain outside the city."
"Are there only a few cultural relics from that ancient tomb?"
"There are a few more over there. This ancient tomb was robbed by tomb robbers before it was excavated. Some of the cultural relics inside were lost or damaged. It's such a pity!"
"It's a pity." Wang An walked to the display cabinet aside. Inside was a picture of the life and deeds of General Zhou Huai.
In it, Wang An found something that interested him. There was this passage: "I met a stranger by chance and taught him special skills and treasures. After he succeeded, his strength greatly increased, and he had the power to drag down two bulls."
After coming out of the museum, he drove out of Jianchang City and came to Xiwang Mountain according to the navigation guidance. From a distance, this mountain looked like a lying giant turtle, with its head in the direction of
To the west, the mountains are lush and full of trees.
After finding a place at the foot of the mountain to listen to the car, Wang An went up the mountain. The mountain was very big, and there were several people who came to play in the mountain. Wang An went up to them and asked them about the ancient tomb.
"There are dozens of ancient tombs on Xiwang Mountain. I don't know which one you are talking about."
"I don't know, I don't know."
.......
Wang An asked around and found out that no one knew the exact address of Zhou Huai's tomb, so he had to find it on his own.
As he walked, he came across an ancient tomb with only one entrance, which was blocked by a barbed wire fence with a sign prohibiting entry.
In fact, in reality, the tombs of many not-so-famous figures are not large. After excavation, the cultural relics inside will be moved to museums and other places for protection. As for the tombs, some will set up fences and warnings outside.
Some may be re-sealed, while others may be left alone. After all, if each of these tombs is protected, there simply won’t be that much money.
Wang An searched around the mountains until dark and still couldn't find the tomb he was looking for, so he had no choice but to go back.
[You have found five ancient tombs, but none of them are what you are looking for. Maybe you should change your mind.]
Returning to the hotel in Jianchang City, he thought about it carefully. He felt that if he kept searching like this, he didn't know when he would find it. He would have to pass by Xiwang Mountain, which was as big as Xiwang Mountain. It was not a mountain, but a mountain, as the system prompted.
In that case, he has to change his mind.
For example, go to a museum to look up information or find the staff responsible for discovering that ancient tomb?
The next day he went to the museum again, found the staff there, and asked him who organized the excavation of this ancient tomb.
"I really don't know this."
"Don't we have any records of this in our museum?"
"Sorry, I don't know about this." The staff member smiled, but in fact he just didn't want to help. Who would want to meddle in this business for no reason.
Under normal circumstances, museums will have information about relevant cultural relics, which tomb they came from, and who organized the excavation.
"Thanks."
Wang An didn't bother anymore, but turned around to find their curator.
When I arrived at the office area of the museum, I found the door of the museum director's office and knocked on the door. No one was inside.
"not here?"
He turned around and looked around, and saw a stall not far away, so he wanted to go there and take a look. Halfway through, he heard a click behind him. When he looked back, he saw a middle-aged woman coming out of the curator's office.
After seeing Wang An, he was stunned and his expression was very unnatural.
Wang An smiled and walked towards the director's office again. The woman lowered her head and left in a hurry.
Wang An pushed the door open without knocking and saw a man in his fifties lying on the boss's chair, looking very tired.
"Who are you? Who let you in!" The museum manager suddenly stood up, his round face flushed.
"You're not young anymore, you're quite good at playing!" Wang An said.
"What, what are you talking about? Get out of here!" The curator slapped the table.
"Don't be angry, I'm not interested in your private life. I'm just here to check some information, and I hope the curator can help."
"What information?" The curator was stunned.
"The Tomb of Zhou Huai."
"Who, Zhou Huai, is that tomb again?" The words of the museum director surprised Wang An.
"Has anyone else come to inquire before me?"
"As far as I know, you are the third one." The curator said after thinking for a while.
"Wait a minute." The museum director thought for a while and made a phone call. After a while, the staff member in charge of the archives came to his office.
Five minutes later, Wang An came to the archives room as he wished and found the information about the ancient tomb, including the specific location of the ancient tomb, the person who took the lead in excavating the ancient tomb, and other information.
"Thanks."
After coming out of the museum, Wang An went up the mountain again. This time he successfully found Zhou Huai's tomb on Xiwang Mountain. The tomb was halfway up the mountain. In front of the tomb was a large pool, which looked like a geomantic omen.
Treasure land.
The entrance to the tomb passage was blocked by two large iron doors, and there was a broken lock on the ground. It seemed that someone had been there before him.
Opening the iron door, a damp smell rushed out from inside.
Wang An did not rush in but waited for a while, then took out a lighter and lit it at the entrance of the cave. When he saw that it was not extinguished, he turned on his hand lamp and walked inside. After walking a short distance, he stopped and used the lighter to test the oxygen content inside.
quantity.
This ancient tomb was much smaller than he imagined. The corridors and tomb chambers were very simple and empty. There were only some Buddha statues on the stone walls around the tomb chamber, and that was all.
Wang An came out of this ancient tomb a little disappointed. He didn't find what he wanted in it.
After going down the mountain, sitting in the car, he considered whether to go back to Hu'an now. After thinking carefully, he decided to stay here for one more day.
The next morning he went to a university in Jianchang City and found a professor named Ma, who was the leader of the excavation of Zhouhuai ancient tombs.
Professor Ma was in his sixties and looked good. When he heard Wang An came to inquire about the ancient tomb, the professor started chatting with him without hesitation.
"The tomb of Zhou Huai you are talking about?"
"Yes, do you have any impression?"
"Yes, why don't you have any impression? Recently, several people have come to me to inquire about this matter." Professor Ma said with a smile.
"Actually, when we excavated that ancient tomb, it had already been robbed by tomb robbers. According to the results at the scene, many precious cultural relics should have been lost."
"What kind of person is this Zhou Huai?"
"Sure enough, like them, you are also interested in the owner of this ancient tomb. Zhou Huai was a military general in the early Ming Dynasty. When he reached the highest official position, he was worshiped as General Huaiyuan and was a third-rank military general."