Coming out of the gate of the Terracotta Warriors and Horses Museum, Luoyang saw the crow at a glance. It was perched on a banyan tree by the side of the road. Its eyes were as black as ink, without a trace of white, and looked evil.
"Wow!" the crow cried out, fluttering its wings and flying.
Luoyang walked in the direction it flew away.
The crow flies for a short distance and then stops. When Luoyang is approaching, it starts flying again and then flies forward for a short distance, as if it is afraid that Luoyang will be lost.
In front is Lishan Mountain.
The Mausoleum of the First Emperor is built on the mountain, and the huge mound of earth is like a hill.
Tang Xuanzong and Yang Guifei performed a poignant love story in Lishan Mountain.
King Zhou You's beacon-fire play on the princes also happened here.
The breath of history is scattered in the soil and rocks here. Generations of people have passed by without leaving any footprints.
In the long river of history, a generation of geniuses is just a grain of sand in it.
As the pile of sealed soil got closer and closer, Luoyang suddenly caught a trace of spiritual energy. The further he walked, the more spiritual energy he gained.
Luoyang raised his eyes and looked at the mound of earth, suspecting that the source of spiritual energy was there, but he felt it was not the case, because even the Mausoleum of the First Emperor was just an imperial mausoleum. It was built by humans and did not possess spiritual energy. The tomb had spiritual energy diffused there.
, it can only be the artifacts with spiritual energy among the funerary objects. But what he captured was the natural spiritual energy, not the spiritual energy of the artifacts, but the natural spiritual energy.
Luoyang's eyes moved to the big mountain behind Fengtu Mound. The mountain was shaped like a horse.
That is Lishan Mountain, which played a certain role in the history of China.
"The source of the spiritual energy I captured should be on Mount Li." Luoyang made a judgment.
Qin Shihuang built his mausoleum at the foot of Lishan Mountain because this is a geomantic treasure land, and the most basic condition that a place needs to meet to be a geomantic treasure land is aura. Ji Chong's visit to Qin Shihuang's tomb must also be because this is a geomantic treasure land.
A treasure land of Feng Shui, full of spiritual energy. Following this line of thought, we will have the answer to why Ji Zhong’s evil spirit is so powerful.
If Ji Chong is buried in a place without spiritual energy, his spirit will eventually dissipate after his death, and he will not be able to come out to cause trouble.
The crow perched in the Fengtu Mound Park, where the trees were dense and could not be seen.
Luoyang continued to walk along the wide trail towards the Fengtu Mound. There were statues standing on both sides of the trail, but they were all modern. A century of shame, years of war, many precious historical relics and cultural relics have been destroyed.
The whole park is quiet and there are no tourists.
Zheng Congrong just said hello and that was it.
Luoyang suddenly stopped and looked back.
A hundred steps away, a young man in security uniform also stopped and bent down to tie his shoelaces.
Luoyang sighed: "There are not a single tourist here. You, a security guard, are just wandering around. Even a blind person can tell that you are a fake."
The young man glanced at Luoyang out of the corner of his eye, only to find that Luoyang was still looking at him. The situation was a bit embarrassing.
"Go back, don't follow, it's very dangerous." Luoyang shouted.
The young man turned around and left.
This is not because his tracking skills are not up to par, but because of the environment. There are not a single tourist here, so he cannot hide.
Luoyang continued to move forward.
Under a white marble monument, an old man was sweeping the floor with a broom.
A very strange old man. He was not wearing the orange work clothes of a sanitation worker, but a dark dark coat with black lantern trousers. He was also wearing a pair of black cloth shoes.
This is the dress of the Qin people. The Qin people were very black, and their clothes were mostly black. They imitated the Hu people and changed the clothing design, that is, tops and trousers, to facilitate immediate fighting and farming.
The old man's gray hair was pulled up on top of his head, and the bun was also wrapped with a piece of black cloth. This is also the hairstyle of the Qin people. His stature is short and thin, giving people a feeling of frailty. But that is just a normal person's perspective.
In Luoyang's eyes, this old man's thin body contained powerful evil energy.
The crow suddenly flew over and settled on the old man's shoulder.
The old man turned around and looked at Luoyang. There was no trace of blood on his pale face, and his eyes were as black as ink without a trace of white.
The real owner Ji Zhong appears again.
But Luoyang fell into confusion. How could a man who had been dead for more than two thousand years stand here alive?
Moreover, this old man clearly has a heartbeat and breathing, and is not an empty image.
"Hehehe..." A weird laugh came from Ji Zhong's dry lips.
In just such a short period of time, Luoyang got used to Ji Zhong's scary look and said, "What's going on?"
"What do you mean?"
Luoyang said: "You have obviously been dead for more than two thousand years, and your grave is being dug in Pit No. 4, but you appear here."
"You are too young and know too little about this world." Ji Zhong said with a hint of sigh, "It's a pity that God chose you to inherit the inheritance of the ancestral witch. Don't you think you are unworthy?"
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"You deserve it, but what I'm asking is why you are here." Luoyang said.
Ji Zhong looked at Luoyang, his black eyes flashing with a strange light, and a strange smile appeared on his face: "Some people say that there are no two identical leaves in the world, but you can say this
Has anyone ever compared all the leaves in the world?"
Luoyang was stunned for a moment, as if he understood what was going on.
"Back then, I sowed seeds in many women, and my descendants multiplied and multiplied. My bloodline has been passed on. Now even I can't count how many descendants I have. But there is one who looks exactly like me.
One, his body can adapt to my spirit. In the past few decades, I have actually been here. I sweep my own grave, and I also sweep Ying Zheng's grave."
"Then how did you get to Bacheng?"
"Evil crow, it and I depend on each other for life. It is my eyes and my wings." Ji Zhong sneered.
The crow standing on his shoulder cried: "Wow!"
Luoyang understood: "So, this old man is a piece of clothing for you. You put it on when you want to wear it, and throw it away when you don't want to wear it, right?"
"You can say that." Ji Zhong said.
Luoyang sighed: "It's a pity that your descendant is not you after all. You are an evil spirit. You have aggravated his aging in his body, and his body cannot bear you. He is about to die, and his body may not even be able to survive."
If the seeds can’t be sown, what’s the point of you being in him?”
"It really doesn't make any sense, so I have to kill you." Ji Zhongli flashed a captivating light.
Luoyang thought he was going to take action, but he didn't.
"You probably don't know how important your body is to a being like me, right?" A sly smile appeared on the corner of Ji Zhong's lips, "The ancestral witch spirit body can perfectly carry my spirit."
Luoyang was slightly stunned.
This is the first time he has heard such a statement. This means that there is no need for any hatred or any reason. His ancestral witch spirit body is the treasure coveted by all evil spirits! This also means that from his cultivation
From the moment he becomes the spiritual body of the ancestral witch and receives the inheritance from the ancestral witch, he becomes the target of all evil spirits in the world!
"At first, I told you that the ancestral witch must die, do you understand now? Hehehehe..." Ji Zhong smiled slyly.
Luoyang chuckled: "I'm right here, how do you plan to make me die, using your mouth?"
Ji Chong put his hand into his arms, and when he took it out, there was a bronze dagger.
Luoyang also reached into his trouser pocket and took out his Feather Blade Eye mobile phone.
On Ji Zhong's shoulder, the crow was blowing feathers, its upper body leaned forward, its legs were bent, and it was ready to attack.
The young shaman versus the old shaman, the feather-bladed eye versus the evil crow, are at war with each other!
"I have been waiting for this moment for too long. Let's take action, young ancestral witch. Only one of us can truly live today. I will give you the tomb in pit No. 4 in exchange for your ancestral witch spirit body.
"Ji Zhong's aura suddenly increased, and his evil spirit soared to the sky!
Luoyang didn't answer, and his perception moved in all directions with the ancestral witch spirit body as the center, no matter where he passed.
The flowers, trees, and even the ants in the grass are all under his sensory control!
He did not believe that Zheng Congrong and Hu Bufei sent a young man to "keep an eye on" them, so he needed to know the situation of friendly forces, which would determine the direction and outcome of this duel.
Sure enough, when the extrasensory perception was extended to a hundred meters away, Luoyang sensed a familiar person.
It was Hu Bufei. He was hiding in a tree with a sniper rifle in his hand. With real-touch perception, Luoyang, who was a hundred meters away, even knew that Hu Bufei's right index finger had been charged, and that sniper rifle
The rifle's trigger is also under constant finger pressure, and it only takes a little more force to trigger.
The friendly forces are already in place, so there is no pressure on Luoyang, because killing the old man is different from killing the old man by Hu Bufei.
"Don't worry, I have a question I want to figure out before I start," Luoyang said.
Ji Chong snorted coldly.
Luoyang ignored him and talked to himself: "You said you wanted to take away my ancestral witch spirit body, but you have to kill me. The problem is, if you kill me, what you will get is a corpse, right?
What are you here for?"
"You talk too much, I just need to kill your spirit." Ji Zhong raised his hand, holding the bronze dagger in his thin hand. The dagger was engraved with mysterious symbols and patterns, and was faintly glowing with green light.
Luoyang's heart moved and he asked again: "What kind of witchcraft is that?"
"Go to hell!" Ji Zhong shouted, and his short and thin body swooped towards Luoyang.
The evil crow attacked, arriving first and its beak as sharp as a hook pecked Luoyang's eyes.
Luoyang kicked off his legs and was thrown backward several steps. He turned around before his legs landed. After his feet landed, he didn't waste a second and ran in the direction he came from. He shouted: "Help" as he ran.
Ah! Help!"
Ji Zhong was slightly stunned.
This situation simply made him unable to deal with it.
But it only lasted a second, and he threw the bronze dagger at Luoyang's back!
The evil crow also flew over Luoyang's head again, and a pair of sharp claws grabbed Luoyang's Tianling Cap!
Bang!
There was a gunshot.
Ji Zhong, who had just thrown the bronze dagger, suddenly flew upside down, and blood rained down from the sky.