In the dark underground palace, surrounded by nine-level pagodas and treasures given by countless eminent monks, if people really have souls, then my father's soul must have lived a miserable life.
Zhang Shicheng's intention was nothing more than Emperor Wu's imperial spirit to protect his Zhang family forever. Unfortunately, he still failed. The soul in that underground palace will definitely close his eyes under the nine springs, because his son, completely relying on his own
He conquered the world with his bare hands, and his achievements were not inferior to those of his father. All Zhang Shicheng's efforts were in vain.
Pine torches were lit in the underground palace, and the light was bright. Yuan Feng personally went down inside and asked everyone to avoid it. He wanted to be alone with his father for a while.
The underground palace is extremely humid. It is already eight feet underground. If it were an ordinary tomb, it would have been soaked by groundwater. However, this underground palace has obviously been carefully constructed, and there are only some water stains on the walls.
That's it, it's just moisture, and it won't affect the preservation of the bones.
This is a huge coffin, made of stone, painted with a flying dragon pattern. The lines have faded, but the original gold color can be seen in sequence. The specifications are according to the emperor's level. It is placed on a slightly raised platform, with faint shadows on the ground.
There are traces of Bagua graphics, and above the underground palace, there are also thirteen stars shining brightly. If you look closely, you can see that they are gems.
Yuan Feng didn't understand these strange graphic formations, but he could understand that Zhang Shicheng had worked hard to trap his father's heroic spirit.
"Father, my son is here to see you." Yuan Feng gently stroked the coffin and whispered.
As if responding to him, a gust of wind suddenly blew up in the underground palace (eb users please log in. Download the txt format, mobile phone users log in 1c), and the pine torches flickered, as if they were speaking.
Yuan Feng's heart stirred, and a strange thought came to him. Perhaps his father was signaling to him, or perhaps Zhang Shicheng had placed some secret restraint on the corpse.
Thinking of this, he shouted outside: "Someone is coming!"
Eight big men rushed in immediately, and Yuan Feng said: "Open the lid of the coffin."
The eight people looked at each other and did not dare to accept the call. Yuan Feng gave the order again. The eight people bowed eight times on the ground before getting up and moving the sarcophagus.
The emperor's coffin was interlocked in layers, never just one. The huge sarcophagus was only the outermost layer. The extremely heavy coffin moved slowly under the crowbars of eight big men.
The lid of the sarcophagus was very strong, as if it had been filled with some kind of slurry, and it took a lot of effort to open it.
Move the lid a little, and you can see the mystery inside. When you shine it with a torch, you will see that there is a metal coffin inside. It is dull, without any pattern decoration on it, and there is a thick earth-like object underneath, which is probably someone's.
Plant something moisture-proof.
"Keep driving!" Yuan Feng said firmly.
The eight big men were exhausted, so six people continued to work. This layer of metal coffin was even more difficult to open, because there was no gap at all, and it made a dull sound when knocked. Use a precious knife that sharpens iron like mud to scrape it.
After a while, I held it under the sun and saw that it was actually lead!
Twenty more people were called in, and they used six poles and dozens of feet of rope to lift the lead coffin out of the outermost sarcophagus, put it on the ground and searched carefully, and finally found a crack.
"Lord, this place is sealed with tin, you can open it!"
Yuan Feng walked over silently and checked the seal on the lead coffin. At this time, he was even more convinced that Zhang Shicheng had done something wrong and resolutely ordered: "Open!"
The sealing line made of tin was broken, and the lead coffin was opened. Inside was the last layer of coffin, which was made of unknown precious wood. A faint fragrance floated out, and everyone subconsciously covered their noses. "Don't be afraid, this is
It's the smell of agarwood." said an experienced gold-touching captain.
This agarwood coffin was only slightly larger than an ordinary folk coffin. Yuan Feng could open it by himself. He didn't want his father's body to be exposed to the public, so he sent everyone away. In the huge underground palace, only
Xia Yuanfeng is alone.
He had a strange-shaped tool in his hand, which was specially made by those gold-touching captains to pry coffin nails. At this time, it happened to be used to pry open his father's coffin. There was a stack of paper money on the ground, which was also made by those gold-touching captains.
For those who were left behind, they said they must burn some incense before opening the coffin.
Yuan Feng knelt on the ground and silently watched the paper money turn into ashes. Then he picked up the tool and pried off the first coffin nail.
After a while, all the nails in the coffin were pried up. Yuan Feng gently stroked the spotless agarwood coffin lid and whispered in his mouth: "Father, I'm here."
The heavy coffin lid was slowly pushed open, but surprisingly, the coffin was empty!
Log on to 6 and watch the genuine Wulin Empire together. Yuan Feng was stunned and his heart sank. As expected, Zhang Shicheng played a big trick and placed empty coffins in the underground palace he had spent so much effort to build.
Where is my father’s body?
The angry Yuan Feng pushed hard and pushed the coffin lid flat. However, when the coffin lid was completely separated from the coffin, a yellow cloth bundle suddenly appeared in the center of the coffin.
Could it be...that it's his father's ashes?
Zhang Shicheng once said that he crushed his father's ashes and spread his ashes. He might have actually done so. He also placed the ashes under the pagoda.
Yuan Feng stepped forward quickly and looked at the yellow cloth bundle.
It was an ordinary bundle. The color had faded a bit, but it was vaguely visible that the packaged item was not very big. It happened to be a small rectangle, about the size of an urn.
Yuan Feng stretched out his trembling hands and untied the yellow cloth bundle. What shocked him was that the bundle was not an urn, nor was it even related to his father's remains.
There is one in the baggage.
A strange looking book.
Although Yuan Feng was not from a scholarly family, he had read a lot of books. The styles of books in this era were all similar, with blue covers, thread binding, movable type printing, and flipping from right to left, and the paper was of the same type.
But this one is completely different. It is very thick, like a brick. The cover is bright red, with some unknown black pattern printed on it, and four weird-looking large characters across it:
The iron of the times!
The strange four characters were not read coherently at all. Yuan Feng was an extremely flexible person. When he saw that the pages of the book were opened from right to left, he thought that these four characters should be read from left to right, so it reads like this:
Iron Age!
Yuan Feng carefully picked up the book. The paper was a little yellow and brittle, but it would not break when touched. He opened it from right to left in a strange way. The first page was a transparent paper, which was very brittle and shook when it shook.
There was a bang, and then there was a piece of water-red paper, with the words "风龙风五" written in black handwriting on it.