Shui Yueqing said: "Is it possible that there is a large world hidden behind the gate of hell, and this world belongs to hell?"
"This is the only explanation!" Long Xiaoxu thought for a while and said.
"It's shallower over there, so you can get across." Zuo Yan pointed to the ravine not far to the left and said.
"Let's go there." I said and hurriedly walked over there.
This ravine is very majestic, with a width of more than one or two hundred meters, and the deepest point is forty or fifty meters. Even the shallowest place we are walking in is more than twenty meters deep. The strong wind blows through the valley, sending out
There was a whining roar, and being in it was like hearing the sound of thousands of horses silencing, and the sound of a bloody battlefield!
"Look, there are water patterns on it!" Xizi suddenly pointed to the cliffs on both sides and shouted. Everyone looked quickly and saw that there were indeed parallel water patterns, which they had not seen when they were standing above.
Da Zhuang said: "If there are water patterns, it means there is water flowing through it. With so many water patterns, there is only one possibility. This place should have been a big river!"
Da Zhuang is right. This might have been a big river once. The water pattern at the highest point is only two or three meters away from the upper edge. In other words, this big river is not only extremely wide, but also has the deepest water flow.
It exceeds fifty meters, a depth that even the water level of the Yangtze River may not be able to reach. Why have I never heard of such a big river?
Climbing up to the other shore, it was only when everyone was on that ancient battlefield that they truly experienced the sorrow and desolation that made the gods and ghosts weep. Looking around, there were corpses everywhere, and the broken armor and banners could still be hunted and used.
It is conceivable how tragic this battle must have been. The corpses must have been lying thousands of miles away, bleeding and floating in the oars! The strong wind blew through the bones, and the whimpering sounds were like the wailing of countless innocent souls! Telling about that tragic war!
Shui Yueqing sighed: "War is always a method used by politicians, but it is always the common people who suffer."
"Let's go, war has always been like this. During the Warring States Period, during the battle between Qin and Zhao, Bai Qi buried Zhao's 300,000 troops, which was much more than this." I pulled Shui Yueqing's sleeve and said.
Zhang Yuelu stared at the corpses lying on the ground in trance for a while, and then murmured for a long time: "Don't talk about the matter of making a marquis, for one general can make thousands of bones wither."
Everyone carefully walked through the war bones that were as numerous as autumn grass, and walked for nearly half an hour before leaving this ancient war zone. There was a high slope in front of them, and just as everyone was about to climb the high slope, a person suddenly appeared above.
But after only one encounter, the figure ran away like a frightened rabbit.
"Someone is chasing you!" Da Zhuang shouted and climbed up the slope first.
Everyone followed him, and when the seven people came above, the figure was galloping into the distance. Zhang Yuelu chased after him without saying a word, and I shouted to Da Zhuang: "You stay here to protect them!" Then,
Follow Zhang Yuelu and chase forward.
"Ben Yi Jue Chen is indeed a top-notch Qing Gong." Zhang Yuelu glanced at me and muttered.
"What kind of Qing Kung is yours? It's just as fast." The two of them were almost going hand in hand, even in terms of speed.
"Eight steps in a row." Zhang Yuelu said and speeded up again.
The speed of the two people was strange, and the distance between them and the person in front of them was rapidly closing. However, judging from the person's clothing, this person should not be a modern person. Although the clothes were in tatters, it was obvious that he was an ancient person.
Long gown.
"Stop!" As I was about to catch up with the man, I hurriedly shouted: "We are good people!"
The man didn't answer, but continued to run as fast as he could. Just when the two of them were only more than ten meters away, a depression suddenly appeared in front of them, and the man suddenly disappeared on the ground. The two jumped into the depression almost at the same time, but
After standing there for so long, when the two of them jumped down, the man still disappeared. However, there was a corpse next to the boulder not far from the depression. I glanced at Zhang Yuelu and said, "The figure just now cannot be this corpse."
A ghost? How could it disappear in an instant?"
Zhang Yuelu shook his head, but said nothing, and walked straight towards the corpse. The corpse was dressed very much like the figure just now, except that the clothes were more tattered and the body was much shriveled, but it had not rotted yet. The corpse was leaning against the boulder,
His beard and hair were all white, and he was obviously an old man from ancient times. Zhang Yuelu rummaged through his body and found nothing.
Just as the two of them were preparing to leave angrily, I suddenly discovered a strange phenomenon. The old man was actually holding a sharp stone in his right hand: "Wait, he may have left some writing." I hurriedly called out to Zhang Yuelu.
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When Zhang Yuelu heard this, his eyes widened immediately. He searched around the boulder and finally found some writing on the covered area of the old man's back. The writing was long and powerful, and penetrated into the boulder by more than an inch. The two people hurriedly moved the old man away.
Three columns of handwriting appeared on the stone wall, a total of three sentences: Wrong, wrong, wrong! The heroes with white heads in their youth are waning, and the road to immortality is long and empty.
"What does this mean?" My brain suddenly became dull. The old man left this sentence before he died. What does it mean? If you look at it from the literal meaning, he spent his whole life pursuing the road to immortality. But
There are no gods or Buddhas in the world, let alone the path to immortality. I can't help but feel a little sad for it. A lot of time in life is wasted on this kind of futile pursuit of immortality. Isn't it a waste of time?
"Impossible, absolutely impossible, it's definitely not here!" Zhang Yuelu collapsed on the ground, looking at the three lines of words on the boulder with dull eyes: "This is not true, I can't be wrong." Suddenly he murmured.
He said to himself: "Where will it be?"
"What's wrong with you? Where is it?" I patted Zhang Yuelu and asked in confusion: "Are you okay?"
Zhang Yuelu suddenly came back to his senses, waved his hands and said: "Nothing, nothing. I'm fine, let's go back quickly!" After that, he turned around and ran quickly in the direction of everyone.
I flattened the old man on the ground. However, since he was now a mummified body, his body could no longer recover. I sprinkled a thin layer of red sand on top to bury him. But as long as I
When he was about to leave, two more small characters were found under the three columns of characters: Qin Xiao! Could this be another member of the Qin family? Looking at Zhang Yuelu who had already run away, he did not dare to delay any longer and quickly chased ahead.
"How's it going? Did you catch up?" As soon as the two returned, five people gathered around and asked.
"No, he suddenly disappeared while running." Seeing a few people's disappointed faces, I quickly added: "However, it is very likely that it is the ghost of a person who died here."
Long Xiaoxu immediately denied: "Who's ghost can linger around for a long time? I think the person's dress just now should not be a modern person."
I explained: "We found a corpse in the place where he disappeared. This person is indeed not a modern person, but he left a message before his death, 'Wrong, wrong, wrong! The white-headed heroes of Shaohua are twilight, and the road to immortality is long and empty. .'There is another signature below, it’s Qin Xiao.”
"Qin Xiao!?" Xizi suddenly seemed to remember something and repeated it in surprise. Even Zhang Yuelu, who had been stunned, regained some of his energy at this moment and stared at Xizi with a frown. Xizi thought for a moment, Suddenly he exclaimed: "I remembered, Qin Xiao is one of our ancestors from the pre-Qin period! It is rumored that he finally became an immortal! What is going on, how could he die here!? Qian Long, Can you take me to see it?"
I nodded: "Okay, let's go together, right in front!"
Zhang Yuelu's eyes became increasingly dull, and he kept mumbling: "Qin Xiao, he is Qin Xiao! Why did he die? Could it be that this is all fake, a scam that has been fabricated for thousands of years..." Da Zhuang pulled Zhang Yuelu, who was distracted for a while, and followed us back to the body.
Xizi fell to the ground, glanced at the three columns of handwriting on the boulder, and immediately said in surprise: "That's not right, my ancestors were from the pre-Qin period, how could they write modern Chinese characters?"
Hearing what she said, I suddenly reacted: "Could this be someone with the same name as your ancestor?"
Long Xiaoxu then said: "It's very possible that there are still many people with this name."
"Qian Long, help me lift him up." Xizi waved to me.
I hurriedly walked over and helped him up again, keeping him in a sitting position. Xizi then took off the clothes from his back, and a black butterfly tattoo was immediately exposed between the two shoulder blades on his back. Xizi's body suddenly stiffened: "That's right, he is the ancestor of our Qin family in the pre-Qin period. He did not become an immortal, but died here! Why, why is this? Why could he write words more than two thousand years later?"
Zhang Yuelu suddenly swept away the gloom and suddenly said something that shocked everyone: "Because he has lived until modern times!"
After everyone exclaimed, Da Zhuang was the first to stand up and object: "Impossible! How can a person live for more than two thousand years!?"
Shui Yueqing also shook his head: "That's ridiculous. The theoretical life span of a human being is only one hundred and fifty years or two thousand years. Isn't that the longevity Qin Shihuang is pursuing?"
"But why can he write modern characters?" Zuo Yan said.
I glanced at Zhang Yuelu, who had a look of surprise on his face at this moment: "Zhang Yuelu, you must know that now, do you still want to hide it from us? I know that what you are pursuing should be the same as him, really Is it immortality?”
Zhang Yuelu glanced at me lightly: "If it is immortality, then he has already achieved it."
"Is it true that this is the road to immortality?" Shui Yueqing asked in disbelief.
"Taoism has always pursued spiritual transcendence and physical immortality." Zhang Yuelu said with a calm face: "He is indeed striving for immortality!"
I shook my head: "Impossible. There is no immortal in the world. He must have used some kind of secret technique to be sealed like you!"
Zhang Yuelu raised his head, squinted at the distant sky, and then slowly walked towards the end of the wasteland. Before leaving, he left a message: "Once I have achieved the Tao of immortality, I would rather have the Tao of withered bones still exist..."