Chapter 174: The Burial Place of the Taoist Priest
Even though I had confirmed some things from Bloomberg's story, when he said it to me personally, I still couldn't accept it.
The master plate, family, and six fingers can activate the blood of the wheel stone...
This kind of peculiar six-fingered blood will only be passed down among direct family members. My six-fingered fingers, my blood... There is no doubt that the person named Shi Pan is about almost the same age as me.
Thousands of years have passed, but there is a blood relationship between me and him. In other words, Shi Pan is my ancestor?
There are many things that I can't accept, but I can't change them. It's a fact. Does this family carry something that transcends time? The first time I saw the mural of the Taoist priest, I felt it from the deepest part of my heart.
Feeling a chill.
Mustache and the monk all knew these things, so no one bothered me. I thought complicatedly for a long time, and finally broke free from the chaotic thinking. It happened nearly ten centuries ago, and no one can stop or change it.
The only thing I can do is to slowly convince myself to accept it all.
Is this really the fate of the Liuzhi family? It was only at this moment that I realized a lot in a trance. The Liuzhi who appeared in different periods all lived or died for this matter.
At the same time, I also thought of another question. From Shipan's time until now, how big will his family have grown to? Are there many ring-shaped six-fingered people besides me in this world? I exist.
This means that this family has not been cut off and they still exist.
But why did I end up embarking on this path that my ancestors walked? Why did you choose me?
At this time, I remembered something someone said. Sometimes, not knowing the truth may be a kind of torture, but after knowing the truth, the torture will be deeper.
"What else is recorded in the parchment?" I touched my face, lit another cigarette, and let Bloomberg continue.
After Shi Pan finally disappeared completely, Lu Xiuhuang had searched for him more than once, because he knew Shi Pan very well. Without seeing Shi Pan die with his own eyes, Lu Xiuhuang would not be completely at ease. But Shi Pan seemed to be better than the legend said.
It was even harder to find the wheel eye of the wheel of immortality. Until the end of Lu Xiuhuang's long life, he could not be found.
This was Lu Xiuhuang's worry, but he was not omnipotent. From then on, everything about Shi Pan was just speculated by Lu Xiuhuang and could not be regarded as truly detailed information.
"This thing is not Lu Xiuhuang's real manuscript, so there is no record about the bronze medal and the wheeling stone."
Lu Xiuhuang planned for a long time, and he got almost all the key things, but the only thing he couldn't find was the descendants of Shi Pan. The descendants of Shi Pan must have received some warnings from Shi Pan in advance, and they deliberately hid themselves
Their whereabouts were accidentally leaked and discovered during this period, but these people heroically chose to commit suicide, and all Lu Xiuhuang got was useless corpses.
The plan of reincarnation and immortality was shattered, and Lu Xiuhuang recorded his thoughts in the parchment. At first, he refused to reveal the secret to anyone, but as his life came to an end day by day and there was no hope of immortality, Lu Xiuhuang
Xiuhuang finally despaired. He thought about destroying the Wheel of Wheels and Wheel Eyes, so that the Wheel of Life could become a real legend.
"At the last moment, he changed his mind."
The entire set of wheel-turning stones is an absolute orphan, an artifact that can never be found again. If destroyed, the wheel-turning immortality recorded in the pre-Qin classics will become a last resort forever. Lu Xiuhuang finally changed his mind at the moment of his death.
The complete wheel-turning stone and wheel-eye were left behind.
It was precisely because of this decision that Lu Xiuhuang made before his death that he truly started a protracted search that lasted for hundreds of years.
"What Xu Wanting found should be Shi Pan's set of wheel-turning stones, so he doesn't have a wheel eye." Peng Bo said: "The whole set of wheel-turning stones is still there!"
"Where?" The monk had been back for a long time and had been sitting nearby listening. At this time, he asked.
"When things have reached this point, many circumstances have been revealed. The eight bronze medals must record the whereabouts of the entire set of wheeling stones! This requires more detailed clues, and Lu Xiuhuang must have left complete records."
"Monk, what's going on ahead?"
The monk did not dare to go far alone. From here, he could vaguely see a door. He could not tell whether it was the Six Finger Gate. But the monk said that there were very few man-made signs in front. Apart from that gate, there were almost
No modifications can be seen. In other words, this large stone chamber may be the end of the unfinished mountain tomb.
But we have reached the end, why is there still a door ahead, and what is behind that door?
"If this is really the end point, then our plan for this trip will come to nothing." Bloomberg said that the parchment did reveal some secrets, but it did not help much in bridging the content of the bronze medal.
"Let's go, leave one person here." Mustache glanced at the darkness in the distance: "Just go to the second bridge and guard it. No matter who comes, kill him!"
There was no trace of blood on the face of the mustache, and there was a lot of blood from the wound under the armpit, and he became angry. Following his cold words, I couldn't help but want to shiver. Is that person really Ma Dad?
?If Ma Dad comes here, will he be shot to death on the bridge?
I wanted to say something, but looking at Mustache's pale face, I swallowed the words as soon as they reached my lips. What else can I say? He used to be the person I relied on and trusted the most, but now that things have gotten to this point, I can't help but
Difficult.
The monk took a gun and ran to the bridge to hide. Jiang Chen and Peng Bo went to the front to open the way. They were also scared and walked carefully for a while before giving us a signal. This section of the road was completely restored to its natural state, as if
No one has set foot in it for thousands of years. Soon, we saw the gate over there. I was deeply impressed by the Six Finger Gate, so I couldn’t see its original appearance clearly, but I could feel its existence.
"Don't let any more troubles happen!" We slowly walked towards the gate, and I kept praying in my heart. There were not many people in the team, Ma Dad was missing, and the mustache was injured, so everyone couldn't stand the trouble.
Jiang Chen went to the gate and looked around carefully, fearing that he might touch some hidden mechanism. Then he called us over, and the three of us stood aside, leaving only me.
Shortly after my blood flowed into the central room along the palm prints on the door, a faint roar came from the underground. Fortunately, like the second door, there were no accidents.
Boom...
The heavy door was slowly lifted, as if a strange world was unfolding in front of us. In front of us was still a landscape that had not been modified in any way. It was empty and far-reaching, and even the smallest sound could cause a series of echoes. People were there.
This place seems very small, like a few ants in a huge space.
Just like before, it was Jiang Chen who was exploring the way. After we walked for about ten minutes, several people suddenly stopped in place.
We saw a cliff, which was so strange, yet so familiar. It had appeared before, in the mural, as the cliff with a coffin hanging on it.
"Lu Xiuhuang's coffin!?"
We all couldn't believe our eyes. That mysterious Taoist priest, who influenced some people in later generations for hundreds of years, was buried here?
In fact, this is not a real cliff, but the final end of the mountain. There is no entrance anymore. It will definitely be connected to some other underground caves, but the connecting way may be an underground river. The cliff is as flat as if cut by a knife.
, we slowly approached, and saw a vague shadow more than ten meters above.
"It's a coffin! A coffin!"
"Do you want to take it down?" The monk looked up, but his brows instantly wrinkled. The height of ten meters up and down, the cliff is like a knife cutting it. With just a few of us, it is undoubtedly equivalent to taking down the coffin properly.
dream.
"I'll go take a look." Jiang Chen began to approach the cliff. He observed it for a long time with a flashlight, then he bit the flashlight and used the raised stones and naturally formed cracks to climb up. This is a technical job, and the strength of the hands and
It takes a lot of courage and adaptability, and Jiang Chen is also trying his best.
We used flashlights to illuminate him together and watched him squirm little by little on the cliff. Going up further, it was hard to see clearly from the ground, but Jiang Chen was sending back signals one after another, so the overall situation was pretty good.
Seeing Jiang Chen climb so high without any protective measures, I seemed to be more nervous than him. When I was nervous, the concept of time became blurred. I don’t know how long it took, but he finally climbed to the hanging coffin. We couldn’t see the details at all.
In detail, only his shadow can be seen shaking slightly.
Jiang Chen stayed there for about ten minutes. We were vaguely aware that the situation up there was not good. He only had a place where he could barely stand. If he wanted to make big moves in such a small area, it would definitely not work. Not long after
, Jiang Chen came down along the original path. He told us that it was difficult to do it. The coffin was supported by two wooden stakes driven into the stone wall. It was very unstable to stand on, and there was no place to draw strength. If you want to stand on it,
Opening a coffin can be difficult.
We discussed that if there are no foreign enemies outside and we have enough time, we can also find a way to find someone to bring tools and slowly do it. But the actual situation certainly does not allow us to do this, so the only way seems to be to force it.
Break the wooden stakes holding the coffin, and then let the coffin fall freely. If it falls from such a high place, the coffin will definitely be shattered when it hits the ground. If there are important things inside that are destroyed, the gain will outweigh the loss.
"It's best not to have an accident." Peng Bo carefully discussed with Mustache: "The coffin belongs to Lu Xiuhuang. The most important information about this incident may be inside."