Niushou Mountain is not a lofty mountain, it is just a remnant of Xuan Mountain.
Behind it is the continuous Xuanshan Mountains, a vast sea of forests, solitary peaks and cliffs, layers of pines covering each other, and orchids and Ganoderma lucidum hidden behind the rocks.
Song Qi led the way, pricking his fingers from time to time and spilling blood drop by drop to make money for the journey.
"The big tomb in Niushou Mountain has a formation. If you don't have a token, you can only use blood as a guide."
Song Qi groaned. He was old and weak, and his energy was low.
The matter of leading the way was undoubtedly a torment for him.
Lin Jiugong saw it, but was speechless in his heart.
Their branch originated from the Shangqing sect, but it declined many generations ago.
The so-called half vulgarity and half Taoism is just to make a living.
He didn't understand or agree with his senior brother's behavior of digging graves, but he was still a senior brother after all.
If one day a young hero beheaded his senior brother, Lin Jiugong would only sigh and take his two disciples to clean up Boss Song's affairs.
But seeing his once high-spirited senior brother become like this today, Lin Jiugong felt not only sadness but also a trace of self-pity in his heart.
The word "cultivation" is originally about competing with God for destiny. If you can compete with it, you will be an immortal immortal, but if you cannot compete with it, you will be an ordinary person who will be born, old, sick and die.
Senior brother has already lost.
What kind of fate awaits me in the future?
The path of spiritual practice is difficult.
Song Qi didn't know that his decaying back inspired his junior brother's desire to pursue Taoism.
He led a few people around and finally came to a place.
Looking at a vermilion archway from a distance, there is a blue plaque hanging above it with three large golden characters of "Lingxing Gate" written on it. The paint surface has already been mottled by the impact of time.
Not far from the Lingxing Gate, there is a stone incense burner. It has long been filled with turbid water and is covered with green algae.
There are many ancient trees around, and the locust and cypress trees seem to be stained with a layer of smoke and dust, giving off a rusty atmosphere.
"Every temple has this Lingxing Gate. Lingxing is also called Tianmenxing. Crossing this boundary is the separation between immortals and mortals." Song Qi was quite unimpressed by the nobles of the previous dynasty who built the tomb here: "Masters When I was alive, I didn’t think about practicing cultivation, but when I died, I was looking forward to becoming an immortal.”
"It's just a compliment. Mr. Song doesn't need to be too harsh."
Su Che has a feeling of going to certain scenic spots alone during the off-season.
This place looks like a recently abandoned temple, not a big tomb.
After passing the Lingxing Gate, the Shinto is in front of you. The left and right sides of the bluestone slab are covered with stone wengzhong, stone horses, stone generals, and stone camels, all of which are lifelike and full of muscles. They can still be seen hundreds of years later. The skillful hands of the craftsmen of those days.
"There was a formation here back then, and it took me a lot of effort to break it." Song Qi seemed to have returned to his past.
"The Lingxing Gate can accumulate star power. If someone later does not bring a token of worship, these stone figurines will come alive and kill them. Although each one is clumsy, they have brute strength."
He pointed to the dots of scar marks on General Shi's forehead and said, "That should be the blood I spattered on it back then."
Suche looked at the slightly dull expressions on the stone statues, and it was hard to imagine what these things would look like when they came to life.
But having said that, Lao Song's blood is indeed better than paint, and it has not faded after so many years.
"After all these years, all the methods have been lost."
Song Qi let out a long sigh and led the others to move forward.
There is a temple not far ahead, and there is also a blue plaque with the words "Feng'en Temple" written on it.
"This is the place where the dignitary from the previous dynasty enjoyed the sacrifices of his descendants. There are a few tablets inside, but there is nothing magical about them. When I came here last time, I hated him for playing tricks on the Shinto, so I went in and pissed on his tablets. Later, he was still angry and set fire to the broken piece of wood."
This time, before Su Che could say anything, Yuan Caiyi on the other side spoke.
"Is it enjoyable?"
"It's been decades, but it still makes me happy to think about it today."
Song Qi looked at the palace in front of him.
"Oh, one drink and one peck, could it be the past? When we come out of his tomb, we will burn all this stuff for him."
Chu Yuan looked at the arrangements before and after.
"Looking at the before and after, except for the Lingxing Gate, which can be seen to be the work of wise people, the rest seems to have been completed with the help of the people. To build such a scale, I don't know how much effort it will take."
"I enjoyed it so much when I was dead, but I don't know how extravagant it was when I was alive."
Qin Ben was a little resentful. He had seen many people who were rich and unkind, and today he saw an old ghost who was rich and unkind.
"It doesn't matter if you don't want to see this ruined temple. Behind it is the Treasure City. Once you enter the Treasure City, you can see the tomb passage I broke through back then, and follow it into the big tomb in Niushou Mountain."
Suche looked at Fengen Hall in front of him.
"Why don't you go in and take a look."
Suche said something.
"Brother-in-law, there's nothing good to see inside."
Qin Ben now wants to see what kind of virtues this extravagant and lustful old ghost has.
"you want to see?"
Among this group of people, the one whom Song Qi valued most was "Liu Yidao".
Lao Song would not have made this trip if not for the Xuanyou Dao True Pill in his hand.
"good."
Suche favors himself and others.
If he were the former dignitary, he would have left something behind for future generations.
A thousand-year field, eight hundred owners.
People have their fortunes in life, and families also have their ups and downs.
If the family declines in the future, I am afraid that I will only be a lonely ghost in the tomb.
Suche felt that if he had been a dignitary in the previous dynasty, he would have left a way for future generations to stand up in case of decline.
"Then go in and have a look."
Song Qi led a group of people, pushed open the dusty door of Fengen Palace, and entered the palace.
There's nothing inside either.
A high blue brick platform was built in front of it, presumably where the tablet of the God and Lord was placed.
Behind the high platform are painted a series of palaces and pavilions, with auspicious clouds guarding the pavilions. It looks like an immortal palace, which is nothing more than saying that the owner of this place has ascended to immortality and passed away.
It's just that there isn't even half an immortal in this fairy palace, which looks quite scary.
There is a disguised picture painted on the left and right sides.
The content is quite coherent.
The painting on the left depicts a blue lion rising from the sea. It is supernatural in nature. In addition to the head in the middle, there are six other heads, each of which is extremely ferocious.
These seven green lions were fighting all kinds of prey in the sea, including humans, demons, aquatic tribes, etc. The corpses of all kinds of prey were piled up into a hill under them.
Later, these seven green lions seemed to have a great enlightenment. He wandered on the sea, and finally worshiped at the mountain gate on a fairy island and transformed into a majestic Taoist.
The picture on the right is not as well preserved as the one on the left, but it can be vaguely seen that the Taoist later transformed into an ancient Buddha with a lion's head and a six-foot-long golden body.
Then there was a scene of a group of little people worshiping the ancient Buddha, one of whom looked particularly tall.
It seems that it means the origin of the Tathagata Tathagata, the Lion Green Lotus, and the roots of the owner of the tomb here.
Could it be that the owner of this big tomb was once a disciple of the old lion?
Su Che thought this through and frowned even more when looking at the destroyed picture on the right.
The marks on the mural on the right do not appear to have fallen off naturally.
The left and right sides should have been made during the construction of this tomb. The left side is intact and has exquisite strokes, but the right side is mostly damaged.
If it is caused by nature.
The degree of damage on both sides should be about the same.
Someone on the right side obviously tried to cover it up on purpose, but I don’t know who did it.
But as long as we can enter the tomb, these problems may be solved.
Suche looked around and saw that everything was bare here. Except for the murals on both sides, which had a relatively high artistic content and could be entered into museums, he couldn't find anything valuable.
Suddenly Su Che saw the blue bricks under his feet and had some thoughts in his mind.
A ruthless person like the coffin shop Lao Song probably has little respect for the owner of the tomb.
If the owner of the tomb here really wants to leave something for future generations, it must be that only those filial sons and grandchildren can get it.
Thinking of this section, Su Che carefully groped on the blue bricks according to the position where the God's tablet should be placed.
"Brother Yue, Boss Song is so lonely and cold. Even if there are two kilograms of scrap metal here, he will take it away."
Chu Yuan chuckled: "Don't step around here."
As Su Che stepped on it, there was indeed a piece between the green bricks under his feet that was a little loose. There seemed to be space underneath, but the looseness was very weak. If he hadn't intentionally explored it, he would have definitely missed it.
With joy in his heart, Su Che opened the blue brick with all his strength. Sure enough, there was a rusty copper box hidden underneath, about the size of a book.
"My dear, Old Chu, you are mistaken." Qin Ben came over curiously: "Brother Yue, if you follow Boss Song, you will make a fortune sooner or later."
In fact, I also have a pseudonym named Hu Bayi.
Su Che was also a little excited. Speaking of it, the contents of the copper box could be regarded as the second treasure he had picked up entirely by his own abilities.
Looking at the size of this thing and the possible relationship between the tomb owner and the old lion, could one of the nine pages of the golden book be hidden here?
Su Che happily opened the copper box and took a look. Inside was a piece of plain silk with a line of small characters crookedly written on it.
Seeing this, Young Master Su was instantly angry.
Several people around him laughed.
"You're late, Kong Konger Yazheng."
