When the group of people were about to reach the tea field, Dou Sprout suddenly stopped and I asked him what happened to you?
"Snapped!"
Dou Sprout clapped his hands fiercely! He said loudly: "We forgot a very important thing! Before she died, the old woman said she buried a sum of money under the ginkgo tree, right? But she didn't specify which tree it was!
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I was stunned.
Dou Sprout is right, there are hundreds of ginkgo trees in this mountain! Who knows exactly which tree is under it!
I frowned and said, "I just don't know if the money is much. If it's only tens of thousands of yuan, we don't have to look for it at all."
At this time, he raised his head and analyzed: "The money should not be small. Xu Zhaodi followed Yang Jun and robbed many tombs when she was young. She has lived here in seclusion for so many years. She has a lot of wealth, at least dozens or millions."
"Depend on!"
"You have to find it! Even if you dig them one by one! Even if you dig all over the mountain, you still have to find them!" Dou Sprout's eyes were extremely firm when he said this.
I frowned and asked, "Boss, did you tell the old woman that she half-spoken on purpose?"
He shook his head and smiled bitterly, but did not answer my question directly.
The top priority now is to find the Tianxin Cave tomb where Lu Wende is buried. Lu Wende was greedy for money during his lifetime. Compared with the grave goods in his tomb, the old woman's inheritance is obviously not enough.
Wuhei Mao is not following Xiaoxuan now. The beast is guarding the old woman's body. Xiaoxuan said: "Maybe Wuheimao misses its old owner. Let him go. Anyway, this cat is very spiritual and can find it by himself afterwards."
we."
The group came to the tea field again, and the fresh fragrance of tea wafted in the air.
Pushing open the wooden door of the thatched house, we entered and went straight to the bed.
I lay on the ground and looked with the flashlight for a long time. Then I raised my head and said, "Look, I didn't see a big tank."
"It's impossible, it must be."
"Ya Zai Wenbin, you two move the bed."
After moving the bed, I found something fishy.
There were obvious traces of disturbed soil somewhere on the ground. We found tools to break open the ground and dug down about half a meter deep. We saw a large dark brown pottery jar buried in the soil.
Xiaoxuan sniffed her nose and said, "Did you smell it? It smells so good."
I smelled it as soon as I came out of the tank. It had a strange fragrance! It was similar to the fragrance of Hainan agarwood powder!
This large pottery jar weighs about 100 kilograms. Since the surface is smooth and there is no place for a handle, it took a lot of effort for the few of us to get the jar out.
The mouth of the large tank was tightly wrapped with several layers of waterproof tarpaulin, which was tightly sealed. I used a knife to cut open the tarpaulin, and there was actually a solid wooden board covering the bottom.
Use a calligraphy pen to write a line of beautiful small characters on the solid wooden board. Judging from the degree of oxidation of the ink, it is estimated that it will take a long time. ωωw..net
"My beloved Yang Jun, the altar was sealed on May 19, 1967."
He stroked the handwriting with his head and hands and sighed: "Hey, old friend, I didn't expect that you and I would meet in this way a few decades later. I hope you don't blame me. After all, there are rules in the world."
After finishing speaking, he moved his head away from the board little by little.
At this moment, a refreshing aroma hit her face! Xiaoxuan was the first to take a flashlight and shine it into the tank, and then she was so frightened that she tightly covered her mouth.
Taking a closer look, I was also shocked.
I saw a male corpse sitting cross-legged in the tank! The clothes on this male corpse were very clean, and his hair was scattered, but his body was completely dehydrated! Especially the facial features were sallow! They were almost huddled together! The front teeth and back molars were
All exposed!
This male corpse is the tomb robber king of Guanzhong forty years ago! Yang Jun!
Although he was not a northerner in the strict sense, he was a serious senior, and I immediately had a lot of respect for him.
After taking a closer look, I made a new discovery.
We found that Yang Jun was not sitting directly at the bottom of the tank, but sitting cross-legged on a wooden board suspended horizontally in the tank, with a large amount of quicklime powder spread under the wooden board.
When I saw the secret, I was startled and immediately said, "Head! How did this man die back then? From an illness? It seems that the physical Buddha in Mount Wutai looked like this!"
He shook his head and recalled with a frown: "He didn't die of illness. He was plotted by his colleagues back then. Yang Jun was proficient in strange arts."
"Yunfeng, the four of you step back two meters."
We don't know what to do.
He raised his head and said seriously: "You four juniors kneel down and kowtow three times to the senior in front of you."
We did as we were told and bowed our heads towards the big pottery vat.
I didn't understand, so I asked: "Boss, if this Yang Jun is still alive, then you and he are equals. Why do equals still worship him?"
The boss is the direct disciple of King Ping Ping, the great tomb robber of the Republic of China. In today's world, there are only a handful of people who are senior to the boss in the industry. My great-uncle in Zhengding is one of them, and so are the old scholars in the system.
Unexpectedly, the leader replied: "I am not worshiping seniority in Jianghu, I am worshiping old friends in Jianghu. Besides, Yunfeng, you have to know. We northerners were the ones who touched Jin Xiaowei hundreds of years ago."
He is a direct descendant, and the status of Guanshan Taibao at that time was much higher than that of our ancestors, so this worship is appropriate."
"Yunfeng, come on, touch it and see if he has a small Chaotian furnace on him. It is a heritage of the Guanshan sect."
When I touched the corpse bag, I felt a small hard object. This thing was wrapped in red cloth. When I took it out, it was so golden that it dazzled my eyes!
It turned out to be a small incense burner with three legs and two ears made of pure gold! On the back of the gold burner, two extraordinary characters were engraved using the cutting silver technique.
"Viewing the Mountain".
Ordinary people may have only heard that touching gold has talismans and hair mounds have seals, but very few people know. The inheritance of Guanshan Taibao is a small pure gold incense burner!
He put his head over the golden incense burner and looked at it for a few seconds, then shook his head and said: "Destiny, Yunfeng, you have to remember this time. The Guanshan sect will die on May 19, 1967."
I was quite touched by what you said.
Yes... I still have this golden furnace with me, which means it has not been passed down and a suitable successor has not been found.
In other words, the real Guanshan Taibao became extinct that year. Along with Yang Jun, they were sealed into the vat and disappeared from this world, along with the secret inheritance of the Guanshan Taibao sect.
At this time, I asked myself a question seriously.
"A few years from now, will the huge Northern Faction also disappear like this?"
Soon, I gave myself the answer.
"Won't!"
"The so-called mysterious underground world is six to seven feet deep, and time travels above the ground for thousands of years. As long as there are ancient tombs underground, the people of the Northern Sect will never disappear!"
A hundred years later, I, Xiang Yundeng, will take over the banner of the Northern School. In the future, I will also accept an apprentice as my successor. I will give my apprentice all the connections I have learned and known throughout my life. This will happen again and again, year after year.
One year, this is called inheritance.
The extinction of the Guanshan Taibao must be related to some of their strict rules. This kind of rules may have led to the lack of successors in the end.
But the Northern School is different!
The Northern School must be developing and growing with the times!
And most of the descendants of the Northern School were born in the grassroots!
We people eat the food of the Jianghu, do the things of the Jianghu, and make friends with the Jianghu.
Baotou taught us a lesson today, and I felt a sense of belonging in my heart at that time. I believe that Xiaoxuan, Douyazai and Brother Yu who are present will feel the same as me.
"What a shame!"
committed!(Heart belongs)
"A short mother and a son are so ugly!"
I, Xiang Yunfeng, have decided that I belong to someone in this life.
