Suzhou and Hangzhou are a paradise on earth, a water town in the south of the Yangtze River, a livable place, while Beimang is the Qinling Mountains where most emperors and generals are buried, including 24 emperors from six generations.
This is naturally related to Feng Shui.
Among the major mountain ranges in China, although Beimang Mountain is not majestic and tall, it sits on the Yellow River and has mountains and rivers at its back.
Mountains mean stability and profoundness, unwavering for thousands of years, while water means flexibility, gathering hundreds of rivers.
Such a majestic combination of landscapes allows the tomb owner to control all things in the world and enjoy infinite glory after death.
Unfortunately, this is just a wishful thinking.
We all have regrets while alive, let alone after death.
Even these ancient tombs of emperors are now occupied by a giant of the heretical sect.
Underworld Saint Xu Wan!
Xu Wan was originally a dead ghost. He got a copy of "The Secret of Taiyin" from nowhere, found a new way, and cultivated the body of a ghost. He occupied Beimang Mountain, established a sect, called himself Mingsheng, and refined the Abi Yuanzhu.
Magical weapons such as ghost arrows and jade-blooded soul-killing shuttles are extremely powerful.
On this day, in the Ghost King's Palace where Ming Sheng lived, black smoke and mist rose up and fell everywhere, transforming into Taoist priests wearing white linen Taoist attire.
These are the disciples of the Underworld Sect. Their feet do not touch the ground and they float forward.
It was not intentional. If you look closely, you can see that they don't even have a shadow. They are not living beings at all, but ghosts who have accomplished spiritual practice.
Ming Sheng sat down. There were thousands of demons and ghosts who were confused and uninformed. There were also dozens of disciples. They were all ghosts who had condensed the immortal body of Xuan Yin. They could practice Taoism and were neither alive nor dead. At first glance, they were almost the same.
There is no difference between strangers.
Every two disciples formed a team and worked separately, drifting to various emperors' tombs. They went deep into the tombs with familiarity, came to the coffins, and took out the crystal clear bottles one by one.
The bottle hung on the coffin by itself, with the mouth of the bottle facing downwards. A stream of indescribable air, neither black nor white, overflowed from the coffin and was collected into the bottle.
The whole process is extremely long, and one must be careful not to make any mistakes. The two disciples take turns handling the jade bottle, walking on thin ice.
Seeing that several hours had passed and the work was about to be completed, one of the tall and thin disciples spoke and babbled: "The country has been in ruins for thousands of years. What use does Master use the thin dragon energy that suppresses the imperial mausoleum?"
Another burly and muscular disciple ignored it and just used the jade bottle to collect the dragon's energy.
The tall and thin disciple added: "In my opinion, it is better to find an opportunity to find the thirteen suits of armor that Nurhaci relied on to start his career, and extract the founding dragon energy from them!"
It is said that Nurhaci was very poor when he raised his army. He relied on 13 pieces of armor to sweep through all the Jurchen tribes. He was invincible and conquered all the battles. He founded the Later Jin Dynasty, which dominated outside the pass and took control inside the pass, establishing the Manchu Qing Dynasty.
The disciple was just chatting and laughing, but the other one was furious: "You are bragging about your thirteen armors and wild boar skins, and you believe them, you are beyond stupid!"
The tall and thin disciple laughed: "Third Senior Brother, I know you are not angry about the Tatars entering the country, but the fact is that the Ming Dynasty is dead!"
The burly disciple glared angrily and was about to speak when he suddenly looked to one side and said respectfully: "Senior Sister!"
The tall and thin disciple with a poor mouth was shocked and quickly looked back and saw a woman in white standing quietly behind him.
This woman has ice muscles and jade bones, and an extremely beautiful appearance. She is dressed in a snow-white crystal gauze, and looks like a fairy. However, the cold air emanating from her body proves that she is also a ghost.
Looking at the two junior brothers, the woman asked calmly: "Are you okay?"
"Alright soon, senior sister!"
The two disciples were palpitating and hurriedly activated the jade bottle to collect the dragon energy and left the tomb.
When all the disciples returned to the Ghost King's Palace, they saw a dark wind billowing and ghost shadows. In the center of the palace stood a dark altar that was a hundred feet wide and ten feet high. There were nine large black flags on it, and each big flag was hung with a black flag.
There are countless withered heads.
Even as a ghost, looking at the head with only a layer of skin wrapped around the skull, howling miserably on the big banner from time to time, with green will-o'-the-wisps shining in the eye sockets, I couldn't help but feel a chill in my heart.
The disciples quickly lowered their heads and bowed to the figure in the center of the altar: "Master!"
Underworld Saint Xu Wan is a man wearing a hemp crown with a cold and ferocious appearance. His eyes are flashing with ghostly fire. He reaches out and makes a dozen gourds fly up. The thin dragon energy taken from the tombs of emperors of all dynasties gathers in his hand.
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"snort!"
Mingsheng checked it and snorted coldly, which made all the disciples tremble and lower their heads lower.
He didn't rebuke anything. He took out a bigger gourd from his arms and poured it down. Suddenly, a majestic and majestic aura that ruled the world came out.
Unlike the real dragon spirit that governs the country, which is dignified and upright, and controls all directions, this momentum is more inclined to seize life and death, massacre cities and destroy land, lay down millions of corpses, and is extremely violent and violent.
Ming Sheng rotated his palms, and the ferocious ghost head on the big black flag suddenly detached, expanded rapidly, and became as big as a dustpan, with its bloody mouth open, and its fangs overlapping, flying in and out.
Every time they pass by, they will bring out some black and gray airflow from the dragon's energy, which is the death energy of the netherworld.
And as the death energy was peeled off, the dragon energy continued to shrink and condense, and finally turned into a force that controlled the world, life and death at will, shocking all people, and making people unable to help but bow down and worship.
"Master has spent twenty years of hard work just for this wisp of dragon energy. He must be planning something big!"
Those who could be present were all Ming Sheng's close disciples, and they were all speculating.
They knew that Ming Sheng Xu Wan's previous targets were the two most precious treasures in the tomb of Holy Emperor Xuanyuan, one being the Haotian Mirror and the other being the Nine Mysteries Cauldron.
However, these two treasures are blocked by the Holy Emperor's talismans, plus the numerous forbidden methods imposed by the sixteen true immortals who have visited the mausoleum in the past. No matter whether immortals, mortals or evil spirits, it is impossible to steal them without a chance.
Mingsheng attempted to steal several times but failed, so he was extremely unwilling and tried every means.
Twenty years ago, when Li Zicheng conquered Beijing during the flood of humanity, Mingsheng also made a trip. After returning to Beiman Mountain, he immediately retreated for three years, and then asked them to collect the dragon energy from the corpses of emperors of the past dynasties.
Those emperors have been dead for hundreds of thousands of years, and their respective countries have been destroyed for who knows how long. The dragon energy left behind is purely to protect the imperial mausoleum. It took twenty years of hard work to obtain this small one.
What is it for?
"You guys stand down, Qiaoqiao stays!"
However, at this moment, Ming Sheng put the dragon energy back into the bottle and gave the order.
All the disciples were unwilling to do so, but they had to retreat, leaving only the senior sister Qiao Qiao.
"Qiao Qiao, you have always wanted to see what I brought back from the Forbidden City for my master, and I won't hide it from you today!"
Mingsheng stared at this beautiful and fragrant female disciple, laughed evilly, raised his five fingers, the whole altar rumbled, and a black shadow slowly rose up from below.
As the solemn, steady, and incorruptible blue dragon robe came into view, Qiao Qiao's cold and pretty face suddenly changed color. When the obvious marks on her neck appeared, there was no doubt anymore: