Chapter 148 Hu Chen has a long road to the dark sky
The dark underground palace is empty and helpless, and no matter how light your footsteps are, you can make waves, which can be heard layer by layer in the corridors, lasting for a long time.
As Jiang Wen held the candle and walked, his mind felt calmer than ever before, no matter how dense the footsteps were coming from above his head, like falling rain.
Those footsteps are full of eagerness, greed, arrogance, and roughness. Only in this tunnel can there be a moment of eternal tranquility - after all, this is the ultimate destination for the dead.
In the mist underground, he saw an octagonal tiled building paved with large green bricks. Several imitation wood semi-circular columns supported the small square space. The floor tiles were engraved with clear lotus patterns, which looked like...
There is rain and dew falling slowly,
The thick stone door is carved with a lifelike half-profile maid. She is standing behind the door with her hair in a beautiful bun, looking at Jiang Wen. She leans against the door and hides her mouth with a smile, and almost speaks as her eyes move.
Jiang Wen always had a vague feeling that as soon as she opened her mouth, she would use dark and indistinct underworld words to describe the dreamy sounds of yellow beams in the deep springs that no one could return and no one knew about, and she would whisper them in a breath that carried the filthy waves of the Nai River.
come out.
The fake bluestone door at the end has been pushed open again. But when he left last time, he closed it carefully.
Jiang Wen sighed.
If he hadn't seen a dead man commanding an army with his own eyes in Geng Wangzhuang, he would never have believed in the illusory ghost stories of the mist, let alone the distance between life and death in Fuzhou City tonight.
piece of paper.
Jiang Wen slowly stepped forward, and sure enough he found that a gap had cracked in the red lacquer coffin. Looking in through the gap, he saw the coffin liquid and the well-preserved forehead of the ancient corpse. Whether it was the tall, stiff, decomposed figure, or the
The crumbling broken cervical vertebrae were exactly the same as what they saw in Yi Zhuang.
This is the truth about how he and Feng Daode chased ghosts in the middle of the night.
The funny thing is that it was he, a materialist, who found this place first, while Feng Daode, a former monk and now a Taoist priest, was still searching for the suspect in Fuzhou City like a headless fly.
The older you are in the world, the less courageous and narrow-minded you become.
The sound above the head became more and more obvious, the rumble was continuous, and the dust on the ground was faintly shaken.
Jiang Wen placed the lamp on the red lacquer coffin, and the time silently counting in his heart had already entered the fifth watch, but he knew that the sky outside might not show any sign of lightening yet. The sky was covered with thick clouds, and the evil night was circling all around.
The city of Fuzhou has turned into a ghost town where humans and ghosts live together.
Many residents will be surprised to find that there is a dark shadow that is ready to move next to their stove, mist-like things hanging upside down from the beams, invisible shadows floating in the sky outside the door, and the transfer of properties across the hall as fast as the wind.
Just like what Jiang Wen saw on the way here.
"I just said that the city is so big that it is not suitable for planting banyan trees everywhere..."
Jiang Wen sighed and slowly blew out the lonely candle in front of him.
This action seemed to extinguish the last fire in the gloomy world here. All the scenery in front of him slowly became cold and desolate, gradually became gloomy, and finally disappeared into withering, and was about to be buried by the thick ashes of calamity.
But at the moment when the lights went out, with the last glimmer of his eyes, Jiang Wen saw a short figure in white clothes and black hat suddenly appear in the empty Southern Song Dynasty tomb.
Then a long sigh sounded in the empty tomb.
A hoarse and unpleasant voice suddenly sounded, but compared with Jiang Wen's previous impression, this voice was less frightening and more eerie.
"I didn't expect that among all the people, you would find me first..."
Even though he was in the dark, Jiang Wen's ear skills had long been enough to hear the wind and identify his position, but at this moment he only felt that the sounds came from all directions, as if the voices he really heard were just the empty wind entangled in the empty room from all directions.
A specious sound made by chance.
"It's strange. If you didn't expect it to be me, why would you talk so much nonsense before you die, as if you were afraid that I wouldn't be able to guess the content."
Jiang Wen Leng sneered and said, "The specious stories about the underworld in your mouth are all to remind me of the existence of this place. I must have said it right - Huang Ji?"
The sound of wind in the darkness came and went one after another, roughly like the sound of uneven breathing.
Protector Huang, whose identity was revealed, had no emotion in his voice.
"You are very interesting, so I knew at a glance that you and I were going to be on the same page. At that time, I was completely desperate, so I decided to go to Haoli Ghost Country."
"But you have to know that seeking death is easy to say. But since ancient times, people who hanged themselves were tied to the rope, people who drowned themselves took out their arms, people who killed themselves cried out in pain, and people who burned themselves rolled over. All kinds of ugly things have appeared. In the past, they would never break their promises.
No one has the full courage to seek death. If he is really dead after all, then his soul is really gone."
Jiang Wen has seen people fake their own deaths, but never seen them escape from real deaths.
It turns out that the death of Protector Huang Ji in the Netherworld Bookstore was his long-planned retreat, and he would launch it immediately once there was no way to retreat. But judging from his struggle before his death, the Haoli Ghost Country he spoke of was by no means a good thing.
place, and he knew this very well.
"We still have a lot of time now, you can speak slowly."
Jiang Wen sat down on the spot and waited for the other party to explain the situation in front of him. He also wanted to test Huang Ji, who talked a lot of lies when he was alive, and how many human words he could say after becoming a ghost.
"I know very well what you want to ask, and I have lived very clearly in my life. But please let me ask one more question, is it Hongyang Dharma Protector Huang Ji you are looking for now? Or is it Huang Ji, the master of Eryou Zhai?"
The voice sounded slowly, but it was mysterious.
Jiang Wen said loudly: "What about Hongyang Protector? What about Eryou Zhai Master?"
Huang Ji laughed emotionlessly.
"Of course there are differences. Since you don't choose, let me start with Hongyang Protector Huangji."
"Nowadays, there are many strange phenomena in the city. You must have seen it, right? In the former Song Dynasty, Lizong ordered Confucianism, Taoism, Buddhism and Ming Dynasty to jointly establish the White Lotus Dharma in order to prevent the four disasters of green, purple, white and red in the world, which are the Buddhist principles of attainment, residence, and emptiness.
For four calamities, keep an inch of the pure white lotus world."
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "However, the immeasurable four tribulations need to be overcome by all living beings, and it is impossible to predict the formation, residence and destruction of space. The Holy Child has been stationed in Rongcheng for ten years, but in the end he did not wait for the event before him.
The Red Sun Tribulation..."
Protector Huang's voice was choked and his sighs were interrupted for a while before he slowly spoke to Jiang Wen.
"I have learned the art of Qingwu in Feng Shui since I was a child, looking for dragons, observing sand, observing water, tapping acupoints, and standing in all directions. When the earth veins stop and rise, they are called dragons. Over the years, there have been reverse dragons, sick dragons, dead dragons, and false dragons.
I have seen numerous dragon retreats and dragon slayings, but I have never seen such a terrifying dragon tribulation."
"The long blood-yellow river with turbid waves rolling under Fuzhou City is like a tribulation dragon covered with scars. The scales are full of lonely ghosts who cannot be reincarnated. The body is covered with insects and snakes, the fishy wind blows on the face, the waves roll, and the soul
The souls who have not lost their wisdom are sinking and floating in it, and they are tortured and unable to escape. Anyone who can come out of it is a vicious and sinister person that ordinary people can never imagine."
Jiang Wen nodded secretly. A greedy and cruel person like Magistrate Ling had indeed stepped up to the next level and turned into a more difficult and vicious opponent.
"The horror of the Haoli Ghost Country is completely beyond common sense. If I had known that I would end up in such a place after death, I would rather live in this world and suffer all kinds of torture. Only now do I know why Hulu in the Tang Dynasty
The Master has spent his whole life cultivating himself, even if he does not hesitate to use the Mani Orb, to suppress this underworld under Fuzhou City..."
Huang Ji's voice became weaker and weaker, and he seemed to have fallen into the nightmare that was deeply entangled in fear before, so that the fear of death itself gradually occupied most of his rationality.
But Jiang Wen remained silent.
"You have never seen the horror of the Ghost Country in Haoli, so naturally you don't understand what I'm saying. Lai Buyi of the Song Huizong sect came to Fuzhou City, and Liu Bowen of the Zhu Hongwu sect also came. After all these years of painstaking research, I finally saw
Come up with some tricks. Do you know... the evil spirit of Huangquan Water?"
Huang Ji suddenly asked.
Jiang Wen shook his head in the darkness, regardless of whether the other party could see it or not, and the other party did not wait for Jiang Wen's response and continued talking on his own.
"I am familiar with the Heavenly Star Method and the Three Element Method. However, it was not until I learned the Three Methods that I discovered that there was a big problem in the Three Mountains area of Fuzhou City."
"Yuewang Mountain is in the north, Jiuxian Mountain is in the south, Wushi Mountain is in the east, and Xijin Ancient Lake is on the west side. If the prosperous position touches the water, it will become a shape evil. And this is not an ordinary evil situation, it is already a Huangquan evil in the three laws.
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"The evil of Huangquan cannot be generalized, but it is a dangerous situation where misfortunes and blessings depend on each other. The water coming from the Xunda direction is a combination, and it is judged as auspicious. If it is water coming in, it is judged as bad. Since ancient times, bad and good luck have been interdependent. The original Fuzhou City has existed for thousands of years.
The coming turbulence is just a matter of urging officials to death, rescuing the poor, and killing people. They are just shifting as the dragon vein changes. Therefore, when the local people are lucky enough to have official salary and wealth, they must also have Sun Ce Tudong.
To avoid such a fatal disaster."
"However, Master Hulu used Mani orbs to fix the acupoint, and the King of Fujian divided the dragon with two towers, which happened to cut off the underground Yellow Spring water veins, causing the Xun position to be empty and the lake not to overflow. In addition, the city was surrounded by nine rivers, and the water continued to drain away.
, this turned a situation of death into vitality for thousands of years. From then on, whenever a disaster approached, Fuzhou City would be able to open up the city and surrender, turn danger into safety, and avoid the disasters of Yangzhou and Jiading..."
Jiang Wen listened for a while and said in a low voice: "I don't know much about Feng Shui, but at first glance it sounds like it should be a good thing? Isn't it wonderful to have wealth and status and avoid death?"
"
Huang Ji gave a bitter laugh, his voice filled with bitterness and helplessness.
"What I mentioned just now are only innate numbers, and now there are acquired changes. Do you still remember the key to Huang Quansha?"
Jiang Wen understood the implication of his words and couldn't help lowering his voice and said, "Are you... doubting this West Lake?"
"Exactly. The three mountains have been difficult to move since ancient times. Only this West Lake was created by the prefect of the Jin Dynasty, who dug out the deep spring under the Fuzhou City and poured it back into the sea. I suspect that this extremely dangerous situation was deliberately created by the ancients of the Wei and Jin Dynasties.
And do it!”
Jiang Wen knew clearly in his heart that this small possibility had already been magnified countless times in his eyes. As long as it was a strange thing that had even the slightest connection with the Wei and Jin Hui Xi Ke, he could not treat it with common sense.
This approach of using such a huge city as paper and cutting mountains and seas as pen is too sensational. However, the deliberate actions of the Wei and Jin Dynasties were also inspired by the wishful thinking of Min Huizong.
Immortal Daluo clearly wants to send Fuzhou City into the underworld and live forever as the emperor of his ghost kingdom!
Thinking of this, he suddenly recalled another sentence, which was a prophecy that did not exist in the secret narrative of Immortal Wang Ba and the prophecy that Min Huizong believed in, but was inexplicably compared to it.
The emperor was born in Fujian, and the Three Mountains were the battlefield.
Jiang Wen and Huang Ji knew completely different things, and the methods they used were completely unrelated. However, the conclusions they came to were bizarrely the same. They also believed that if there was no accident in Fuzhou City tonight, blood would flow into a river.
Corpses everywhere!
"I believe what you say."
Jiang Wen's answer seemed to surprise Huang Ji, and even his speaking speed increased a few points.
"Okay, okay, just believe it! The Kanyu Book says that when the four yang stem directions of Jia, Geng, Bing and Ren are set up, the four bureaus are prosperous, and the water from the right is poured to the left. From the upward direction, Qian Kun, Gen Xun, to the official position, water is removed to cure diseases.
Death, the tomb, the absolute water hall, breaking through to reach the official position."
"Originally, the water from the Xun Dynasty is already a murderous underworld, with blood flowing everywhere and bones lying on the pillow. But when the eyes of the sea that have been suppressed for thousands of years open, it will definitely be a flood from the Xun Dynasty. It is extremely dangerous and poisonous, and the murderous intention of overthrowing has appeared.
, even the word “murderous underworld” is not enough to call it.”
"Once the deep sea that has been cut off for thousands of years reopens, the water will be the most ferocious. It will be the murderous Dahuangquan evil!"
Huang Ji said impatiently, "The efforts of Master Hulu and others are limited, and they cannot guarantee peace for generations. Now that the water in the West Lake has dried up and the ancient temples have emerged, people today are trying to atone for the sins of the Min Huizong of the Five Dynasties and the Tang Dynasty. What he said
The Yinquan Heavenly Palace that I want to establish by imperial edict is even more of a fallacy under the guise of the Ghost Kingdom in Haoli."
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "If this murderous Huangquan that has existed since the Tang Dynasty was born, Hecheng, Fuzhou, would fall into the ghost country of Haoli and be flooded by the huge blood-yellow river with turbid waves.
There will no longer be a living person among the three mountains. I have come to this life and death just to tell Hongyang Saint Boy that what he is worried about has happened, and he must find a way to stop it!"
"Do you know what I saw in the Haoli Ghost Kingdom? They were sacrificial vessels from three ancient generations! In ancient times, some people called Mount Tai and Haoli together. I thought it was Lu Ji's chisel, but after I went down, I took a closer look at the dragon seal inside.
The ancient characters are actually the remains of the Xilu Kingdom in the Xia Dynasty!"
Hearing this, Jiang Wen also took a breath of air in the darkness.
The Xilu Kingdom is one of the feudal states of the Xia Dynasty and is related to the famous legend of Liu Lei feeding the dragon.
In the first year of Kongjia's reign (1879 BC), Emperor Kongjia of Xia accidentally got a pair of male and female dragons, so he asked Liu Lei, who was studying at the "Huanlong clan", to raise them. A few years later, one of the female dragons died and she lurked in the grave to eat the king.
Liu Lei was frightened and led his young family to Lu to avoid trouble. At the age of twenty-six, he lived and multiplied in the local area and became the country of Xilu.
But this ancient city later fell into the dark grassland under Mount Tai due to the subsidence of Mount Tai. Looking down at the tall grass and rolling waves, the people were lost and disappeared. From then on, it was spread that there was a place under Mount Tai.
The view of the underworld.
But according to what Huang Ji said, the Xilu Kingdom actually fell into the Haoli Ghost Kingdom?! No wonder this terrifying alien space is called the Haoli Ghost Kingdom!
Jiang Wen did not believe in this weird and bizarre Feng Shui technique, but the disaster before him was already imminent, and many things were self-evident. He also had his own opinions on the catastrophe before him.
On February 11, 1985, the Soviet space station Salyut 7 suddenly lost control and almost caused an international crisis. Therefore, the Soviet government sent experienced astronaut Vladimir Janibekov to space for repairs, making the crisis smooth.
Spent it.
However, Janibekov in space discovered that the main shaft of the wing nut used for maintenance was unstable when flipping without gravity, and would suddenly undergo a 180-degree periodic flip. This was later called "Janibekov"
"Koff effect" has also become some evidence of the earth's magnetic pole reversal.
What you need to know is that generally speaking, flipping requires flipping around an axis. The space we are in is three-dimensional, and various objects are also three-dimensional, so in fact, any object has three axes. Generally speaking,
, the flipping of the wing nut should be rotating around one of its own main axes, which is a common phenomenon we have previously known.
Moreover, some data show that the Soviet Union discovered this phenomenon much earlier than the time when this effect was disclosed and named.
Today's Fuzhou City and the original Xilu Kingdom are very similar to such a butterfly nut. The so-called Feng Shui dragon veins can also be understood as the transformation of the magnetic field and three-dimensional coordinates. It should be a stable bipolar rotation, alternating between good and bad luck.
Convert.
Jiang Wen always believed that Haoli Ghost Country was by no means the underworld in the concept, otherwise Huang Ji would have met the Hongyang Holy Child who had taken the first step and figured out the ins and outs.
At a fixed time every sixty years, the three-dimensional coordinates of Fuzhou City will be affected and captured by something, resulting in an invisible axis that can be flipped. Once potential energy appears, a three-dimensional creature will fall between the three mountains.
Go into a world of horror that is incomprehensible and incomprehensible.
And this "thing" that secretly approaches and captures Fuzhou City is most likely the ghost country in Haoli, which is covered with scars in Huang Ji's mouth and looks like an old dragon. It is a resurrected phenomenon in a certain collapsed dimension...
Jiang Wen said tentatively: "What will happen if the murderous Huangquan evil takes shape?"
Huang Ji's voice came out faintly, and he recounted ancient scriptures with indescribable sadness.
"In the universe, the void is boundless, and the world is boundless. After the Red Sun Tribulation, the city will sink into the void, like an ink cave, without day and night, sun and moon, only the great underworld, sinking in it, and never having peace...
"
"The Ghost Country in Haoli is so dangerous, how did you get out?"
Hearing Jiang Wen's sudden question, Huang Ji was silent for a while, then laughed miserably, and Jiang Wen also laughed awkwardly.
Escape? Now it is clear that they are not coming out, but that they are about to fall in.
"According to the method left by Master Hulu, if you want to solve this murder, someone must go to the West Lake with the Mani Orb and suppress the Nether Sea Eye at the bottom of the lake again. I can't escape the pursuit of Magistrate Ling. I originally wanted to
The Hongyang Holy Boy whom I relied on has also disappeared, so I need to find someone else."
"Mani Orb? Please tell me in detail."
Hearing these four words, Jiang Wen regained his vigor, but Huang Ji changed the topic.
"The Mani Orb involves too many things, but the following part is the story of Huang Ji, the master of Eryou Zhai."
Huang Ji's voice came again faintly, as if he was telling an unrelated story about someone else.
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"In the year when Emperor Longwu succeeded to the throne, Magistrate Ling inexplicably ordered me to repair the chess hall, and I set my sights on the Netherworld Bookstore, which had been abandoned for many years. I knew there was something wrong there."
"There are several tombs of eunuchs outside the Hall of Enjoyment. The ministers of the past dynasties thought that they were incomplete and unlucky, and they were even unwilling to move the tombs. They always felt that they would bring evil prophecies. But I am different. You should know..."
Of course Jiang Wen knew that the Huang Ji in front of him was a tomb robber with many years of experience, and every ghastly tomb was very attractive to him.
What's more, there are six or seven in front of you.
"In the shabby tomb, there was only a tomb guard token from the former Song Dynasty, which told me that this person's real name was Luo Xian. This is how I reported it to the prefect."
"But I didn't tell him. I also found that the soil on the soles of the corpses when they were buried was very strange. That kind of gray-white soft soil can only be found in the filled Jipi Lane in the whole city..."
Chalk soil, after a kind of organism called "polyblastopore" died, their extremely tiny bodies sank to the bottom of the sea, day and night.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! As time goes by, it accumulates into a thick layer of shells, which eventually gradually stick together and compress into a kind of soft limestone. But they are too tiny.
, so that this process will take millions of years to complete.
"...Then I discovered this place."
From that day on, he changed from an unknown clerk in the Fuzhou government office to the prudent owner of Eryouzhai.
Eryou is the name of the mountain.
Volume 49 of "Taiping Yulan" quotes "Jingzhou Ji" records that there are caves in both mountains of Yuanling, and there are thousands of volumes of books in the cave of Xiaoyou Mountain. Qin people once studied in hiding here - they were once Qin people, hiding from the collection of books burned by the First Emperor.
The cave has now become a place where Huang Ji carefully collects and preserves knowledge.
Huang Ji's explanation was too brief, as if he had deliberately omitted many key elements to prevent himself from recalling the time when he was chased by terrifying knowledge because of his strong curiosity.
A cold wind blew, and Jiang Wen's ears seemed to hear the sound of ghosts wandering in the blue smoke and the cries of ghosts in Beimang.
"After this ancient tomb came into your hands, you opened a tunnel leading to the White Lotus Monastery. Does this mean that you originally planned to tell them about this place?"
Jiang Wen silently changed the subject. He couldn't see anything in the darkness. It was like he was talking to a ray of breeze. It might even be false. Everything was just him in this miasmatic tomb.
It was just a strange dream that I had on a whim.
"It's just a last resort. Among all the people, the Mingzun Sect may be the most harmless group of people, but no one can restrain their ambitions. According to you, the Red Lotus Virgin Bodhisattva is the only one who has a copy of the "Nine Nether Scriptures"
"Can you really be satisfied?"
Huang Ji is negative towards human nature.
This short and ugly guy in life was filled with the darkness brought from the tomb. The thousands of years of mutual calculations and life-and-death struggles between the tomb owner and the tomb robbers had made him unable to see the green pines and cypresses and the long lines of reeds on the tomb.
I have to lift up the covering to find out.
"Besides, the White Lotus Sect today is no longer the original White Lotus Sect..."
Huang Ji suddenly stopped in a cryptic manner. This was the first time today that Jiang Wen noticed the timidity and fear in his mouth that he only had when he was alive.
Jiang Wen obviously noticed that there was something in his words.
"You have said so much, but you still haven't told me the point. You worked so hard to crawl back from the underworld, so you probably just want to complain to me, an idler."
Jiang Wen took a deep breath, stood up slowly while holding the red lacquer coffin, and said to the direction where Ming Ming made the sound.
"Nowadays, many forces are looking for the whereabouts of the Mani Orb, but you, the instigator, are so far away from it. What are your intentions?"
Huang Ji chuckled a few words in a low voice, as if he was listening to the rumbling vibrations above his head, and Jiang Wen could already imagine the smug face.
"It's all their own greed. But the Mani Orb they are looking for is indeed in my hands."
Huang Ji told him that he found the Mani Orb on the body of Luo Xian, the guardian of the mausoleum.
He found clues from the sad and sad Jueming Monument, and discovered the exact location of the ancient tomb of the Southern Song Dynasty. However, according to his research, the tomb was built much earlier than the Southern Song Dynasty, and should have been completed during the reign of Emperor Huizong of the Song Dynasty.
Coincidentally, he also discovered that the former owner of this tomb was none other than Huang Shang, the Skull Prefect who had been admired for a long time by the Ming Zun Sect.
Huang Shang was originally just a scholar who entered the official career through the imperial examination. Because he was good at Taoist health-preserving methods, he was entrusted by Emperor Huizong of the Song Dynasty with the responsibility of compiling the Wanshou Taoist Canon. He should not have had any entanglements with the Mingzun Sect, which was dominant for a while.
However, Fang La, the leader of Mingjiao at that time, raised an army from the south of the Yangtze River. There was no obstacle to his troops going south, and the army was invincible. However, it was blocked by the soldiers and people led by the defender Huang Shang.
The two armies were in a stalemate in Fuzhou City. Fang La developed a love for talents and believed that he was the only one in the world with his martial arts classics, so he went to the Nine Immortals Temple on Jiuxian Mountain alone to meet Huang Shang, and proposed to decide the outcome by debating the classics.
, the losing party just gives up and leaves.
No one knows the content of that debate. They only know that for three days and three nights, there was no winner or loser. The leader of the Ming Zun Sect, Fan La, tried his best to prove the meaning of the classics in the sect, but was refuted by Huang Shang one by one. In the end, Fang La came forward fiercely.
He left in anger, and Huang Shang was also killed.
Fortunately, reinforcements arrived during the stalemate, and the officials in the city were able to collect the body of the prefect. In mourning, they built this tomb, intending to bury it in the place where Fuzhou City lived and prospered, so that descendants of all generations could pray and the incense could continue.
But later on, Huang Shang, who had been dead for a long time, resurrected from the coffin, returned to the sun and became the Skull Governor, and acquired a pair of exquisite and unparalleled martial arts.
Huang Shang counterattacked and defeated many Dharma kings and protectors of the Ming sect. Naturally, the tomb was emptied, and was finally left to the unknown general who fought desperately with the Mongolian army in the Southern Song Dynasty and died in Kuimen.
What is ridiculous is that Mingjiao has declined rapidly since the Song and Mongolia Dynasties. All the classics of this religion have been lost. Instead, we can only search for them from the manuscripts of Huang Shang, our life and death enemy.
There is an obscure saying that during the three-day tit-for-tat debate between Calvary and Fang La, they wrote down the classics and scriptures intact on the spot, and said they would publish them all over the world and annotate and refute them word for word in order to preserve the truth.
Getting rid of the fakeness made Fang La want to kill people.
"Taoist Priest, do you know what these eunuchs have done? They are not as miserable and weak as they say."
Protector Huang Ji abruptly changed the subject and said, "These eunuchs used some unknown method to obtain the Mani Orb, and they also developed a method of killing and injuring people that is exactly the same as our sect."
"In the decades since then, they used the corpse next to you as a guide to attack and kill the lone Mongolian soldiers in Fuzhou City. From then on, there were rumors in the alleys about ghost ghosts killing people, and finally the Netherworld Book Store was established.
The scene where you saw corpses standing like a forest..."
Jiang Wen shouldn't have any interest in this matter. It was just another twists and turns of weird power and chaos, but as he talked about it, it turned into an inexplicable emotion in his ears.
These people were the lowest of the low when they were born, and their jobs were worse than pig butchers and hawkers, but they continued to do the same thing throughout their years in Luchen, China, to remember the pain and anger in their hearts.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! When the whole city has surrendered and the whole world has fallen under the iron heel, such a weak and stubborn persistence is just a sad struggle.
This period of struggle ended with Luo Mian being trapped in a dark world until his death in despair at the age of 80.
Throughout his life, God will always give him some hopes that are more fragile than reeds, which are to guard the mausoleum, bury the bones, visit Yashan, surrender to the royal family, and even the last petty revenge.
Faced with every opportunity, Luo Xian put in 200% of his efforts and achieved several times the results. Only when he risked his life to achieve his goal did God tell him how vast and powerful the enemy was, and he
What a drop in the bucket the resistance was.
He once cried bitterly in front of Lizong's body and despaired in front of the descendants of the royal family. When he got the Mani Pearl that Shunzhi dreamed of, he killed hundreds of brave and cruel Mongols, but he could only watch them become more ferocious.
Perhaps he didn't know until he died that the flying magic weapon that the survivors of the Southern Song Dynasty longed to worship would only be a withered skeleton in the tomb, and would never stir up any trouble.
"Give me the Mani Orb."
Jiang Wen sighed, something heavy weighed him down and made him unable to breathe.
He found that the more ignorant they were, the more people who were muddle-headed could laugh. But sober people like Luo Xian and Huang Ji were always in pain. Life would force them to have the courage to seek death, and then they would be forced to live with great perseverance.
.
No wonder Huang Ji said they were from the same group.
"We'll talk about the treasure later."
Huang Ji still looked around and talked about him, and seemed to be hearing the vibrations one after another above his head.
"This sound reminds me of the second year of Longwu. That was when the Qing soldiers went south. Huang Daozhou, the official minister, built twelve large drums and placed them around the city wall. He sent people to stick the drum heads every day. It is said that this can
I sensed the presence of cavalry ten miles away."
"As a small official in the city, I was naturally curious, so I went over to listen once, and heard a sound like this. It was crisp and fast, like firecrackers, and like hail falling in summer..."
Huang Ji said this in a very worried tone.
In addition to these small things, he naturally also remembered the story of Bellebolo leading his troops south to suppress the border, and Huang Daozhou mobilized the Fujian soldiers and civilians with his loyalty, leading the "carrying pole army" and his passion to die foolishly.
Although the Zheng family is large, only Zheng Chenggong is a loyal minister. The rest are as greedy and cruel as wolves and tigers, and the world's decline is irreversible.
When the news of Zheng Chenggong's defeat came a few months ago, he closed the door and got drunk, almost vomiting out his heart and lungs, and the bitterness in his mouth became stronger and stronger.
Stop looking at me day and night, Lord Guardian.
What can I, a small official, do?
How can I, a mere mortal, make up for the incest of heaven?
After Huang Ji was silent for a long time, he finally let out a long sigh.
"I'm just not willing to give in. People in Fuzhou City are also holding back their anger. Many people know what I do, but the people in the village keep silent. The military strategists are indisputable because there is no danger to defend, and who is willing to
Why would you hand over your wealth and life to someone with such sinister intentions?"
"I have approached many people, and all of them said they were sworn in and righteous, but I know that once the Mani Orb falls into their hands, it will only become a priceless bargaining chip, used to control the affairs of the likes of Gougou and Flies.
In my hands. After all, they don’t care what Tianqing does, and the Ghost Kingdom doesn’t care at all, so I can only make this last resort and drag everyone into this precarious city.”
"You know, when Mr. Luo died, he still held his waist badge tightly and didn't close his eyes. I didn't dare to tell him that the Mongols were driven away and the Jurchens came again. This thing was too hot to hold.
Every night when I close my eyes, I feel like someone is watching me. From then on, as long as I can't sleep at night, I will drive the flying magic soldiers in the coffin to do what Luo Xian did back then..."
When Huang Ji said this, Jiang Wen no longer needed to ask any more questions.
The place where the Mani treasure is located is neither cold nor hot. If a person has heat, wind, cold disease or leprosy, sores, malignant swelling, etc., if the beads are placed on his body, the disease will be cured, and the turbid water will be clarified and the color of the water will be changed.
virtue.
And in the red lacquer coffin placed in front of Jiang Wen, there was a corpse that was incorruptible and could come and go quickly. Although the alley was sometimes filled with miasma, it could still appear and disappear clearly.
Combining the two together, the Mani Orb is clearly in the corpse of the "Flying Divine Weapon"!
"Taoist Priest, you already know the whereabouts of the Mani Orb, but the Qing soldiers gathering like rain above your head probably know it too. After all, I am not the only one who escaped from Haoli Ghost Country. Prefect Ling can sense that I am here.
nearby."
Huang Ji spoke unhurriedly at this moment, hiding in the never-ending dark shadow, which seemed to allow him to no longer be afraid of the secrets in his heart.
"Although Magistrate Ling doesn't know the exact location of the tomb, he has discovered the original passage of the tomb in Netherworld Alley. As long as you follow the traces and dig, you can always find it. I'll stay here to confuse the enemy, so hurry up and leave."
Jiang Wen said in shock: "What? Does Netherworld Lane actually lead to Jipi Lane?"
"The end of Netherworld Alley was originally the Gongji Tower built by Song Prime Minister Zheng Xingzhi. At first, there was a three-foot-wide plaque with Lizong's imperial calligraphy. Later, the building and walls collapsed and it was no longer accessible. Only the ruins of the walls were still standing, blocking the road.
.”
Huang Ji burst out laughing: "When they open up the tunnel and demolish the remaining walls at the same time, my outdoor cave will not be spared. You should quickly take the Mani Orb and leave!"
But after Jiang Wen heard this, he stood still and didn't move.
Huang Ji's voice began to sound dissatisfied, and his attitude towards the hesitant Jiang Wen became stiff. He began to feel uneasy about the darkness of human nature, and many dark ends emerged one after another.
"Taoist Priest, I missed Le. I would like to use the "Nine Nether True Sutra" as a starting point. A little practice of this sutra will be of great benefit to martial arts. There is also the "Bao Ming Sutra" that has been lost for many years.
, "Liangyi Ancient Sutra", you can exchange with Hongyang Sect for endless wealth."
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"These scriptures are all written in the dying script. Everything in Haoli Ghost Kingdom is reversed with that of the Yang Realm. Except for people like me who return to the Yang Realm, it is impossible to be proficient in the writing of both worlds. After this is done, you go to the Six Caosi Division of Guanxian Realm, and I will
Put all the classics there."
But Jiang Wen stood in the darkness, still deep in thought.
The solution to the problem was clearly in front of him, and he didn't want to risk his life like he did at the Immortal Ascension Banquet at Manting Peak. This was clearly the best solution at the moment, so he rushed to the lake with the Mani Orb.
If you can handle it, who can stop it with the power of your long sword?
But why does he always feel unhappy?
Before Jiang Wen got the Mani Orb, he felt like there was a lonely soul watching him in the corner.
Its face is ever-changing, its eyes are sad and sad, and its posture is humble and submissive, just like the beggars, farmers, traders, old soldiers on the roadside, or all living beings that can be seen everywhere in this world.
Oh yes, it gently caressed a waist badge.
Jiang Wen stroked the red lacquer coffin and suddenly asked.
"What's the latest update date?"
Huang Ji was stunned for a long time before he figured out what he meant, and said quickly: "It cannot be past sunrise at Mao hour at the latest, otherwise the disaster will be irreparable."
"enough."
Jiang Wen said something to Huang Ji without thinking, then stood up and left without any hindrance in the darkness.
Huang Ji was stunned. He had never expected that he would leave without the Mani Orb. Could it be that the person facing him was an unprecedented coward?
"Taoist priest, where are you going, Taoist priest? For the safety of the people in the city, you can't just leave!"
Jiang Wen's eyes were shining brightly even in the deep tomb, and the aura in his body was circulating, washing away the dejected energy that had been running around all night.
Jiang Wen stopped, returned to the tomb and groped around for a while, and then said calmly into the empty tomb.
"Hufa Huang, you are confused. Since Magistrate Ling wants to compete with us, is there any way to escape like this? How do you know that the edge of the West Lake won't be a trap that has been planned for a long time?"
By now in this game of chess, Jiang Wen has become on an equal footing with his opponent. Now he knows better than Huang Ji how to take the next step.
Huang Ji said helplessly: "I know that Prefect Ling colluded with the Qing court and took advantage of the Geng family. The whole city has been plotted by him. I have no other choice but to think of it..."
Jiang Wen made a gesture in the darkness and stopped Huang Ji's complaints - even if this man died, he would not be able to change his old habit of worrying about things.
"Huang Ji, whether you are the Protector of Hongyang or the Master of Eryou Zhai, I agree to this matter. The man in the coffin fought against an elite Mongolian army, but even if he had his neck broken, his liver and brain would be bruised.
, the waist is straight, and the knees are also straight.”
Before leaving, Jiang Wen patted the heavy red lacquer coffin. His movements were so frivolous that it felt like an invisible burden had been lifted off his body. He said to Huang Ji in a tone that meant you knew what you were asking.
"The remnants hope for a bright future, but you just rely on the Mani Orb to let him usurp the things of ghosts and gods. I think this is unreasonable and unreasonable. Today, I don't care who is facing me, I only know the body of a loyal minister and righteous man.
It cannot fall into the hands of thieves."
Jiang Wen thought deeply for a moment and added another sentence.