The dark underground palace is empty and helpless, and no matter how light your footsteps are, you can hear waves that echo in the corridors for a long time.
As Jiang Wen Bingzhu walked, his mind felt calmer than ever before, no matter how dense and heavy the sound of footsteps coming from above his head was like falling rain.
Those footsteps are full of eagerness, greed, arrogance, and roughness. Only in this tunnel can there be a moment of eternal tranquility - after all, this is the ultimate destination for the dead.
In the mist underground, he saw an octagonal tiled building paved with large green bricks. Several imitation wood semi-circular columns supported the small square space. The floor tiles were engraved with clear lotus patterns, which looked like... There is rain and dew falling slowly,
The thick stone door is carved with a lifelike half-profile maid, wearing a Chinese bun and standing behind the door looking at Jiang Wen. She leans against the door and hides her mouth with a smile, and almost speaks as her eyes move.
Jiang Wen always had a vague feeling that as soon as she opened her mouth, she would use dark and indistinct underworld words to whisper the dreamy sounds of yellow beams in the spring that no one could return and no one knew, and whisper with the breath of the dirty waves of the Nai River. come out.
The fake bluestone door at the end has been pushed open again. But when he left last time, he closed it carefully.
Jiang Wen sighed.
If he hadn't seen a dead man commanding an army with his own eyes in Geng Wangzhuang, he would never have believed in the illusory mist and ghost stories, let alone the distance between life and death in Fuzhou City tonight, which was so frivolous that it was less than a person. piece of paper.
Jiang Wen slowly stepped forward, and sure enough he found that there was a gap in the red lacquer coffin. When he looked in through the gap, he saw the coffin fluid and the well-preserved forehead of the ancient corpse. Whether it was the tall, stiff, corrupted figure or the crumbling broken cervical vertebrae, they were all exactly the same as what they had seen in Yi Zhuang.
This is the truth about how he and Feng Daode chased ghosts in the middle of the night.
The funny thing is that it was he, a materialist, who found this place first, while Feng Daode, who had been a monk before and now a Taoist priest, was still searching for the suspect in Fuzhou City like a headless fly.
The older the Jianghu, the less courageous and narrow-minded they become.
The sound above the head became more and more obvious, the rumble was continuous, and the dust on the ground was vaguely shaken.
Jiang Wen placed the lamp on the red lacquer coffin, and the time silently counting in his heart had already entered the fifth watch, but he knew that the sky outside might not show any sign of lightening yet. The sky was covered with thick clouds, and the evil night was circling around the fields. The city of Fuzhou has turned into a ghost town where humans and ghosts live together.
Many residents will be surprised to find that there is a dark shadow that is ready to move next to their stove, mist-like things hanging upside down from the beams, invisible shadows floating in the sky outside the door, and the transfer of properties across the hall as fast as the wind.
Just like what Jiang Wen saw on the way here.
"I just said that the city is so big that it is not suitable for planting banyan trees everywhere..."
Jiang Wen sighed and slowly blew out the lonely candle in front of him.
This action seemed to extinguish the last fire in the gloomy world here. All the scenery in front of him slowly became cold and desolate, gradually became gloomy, and finally withered, and was about to be buried by the thick ashes of calamity.
But at the moment when the lights were extinguished, Jiang Wen, with the last glimmer of his eyes, saw a short figure in white clothes and black hat suddenly appearing in the empty Southern Song Dynasty tomb.
Then a long sigh sounded in the empty tomb.
A hoarse and unpleasant voice suddenly sounded, but compared with Jiang Wen's previous impression, this voice was less frightening and more eerie.
"I didn't expect that among all the people, you would find me first..."
Even though he was in the dark, Jiang Wen's ear skills had long been enough to hear the wind and identify his position, but at this moment he only felt that the sounds came from all directions, as if the voices he really heard were just the empty wind entangled in the empty room from all directions. A specious sound made by chance.
"It's strange. If you didn't expect it to be me, why would you say so much nonsense before you die, as if you were afraid that I wouldn't be able to guess the content."
Jiang Wen Leng sneered and said, "The specious stories about the underworld in your mouth are all to remind me of the existence of this place. I must have said it right - Huang Ji?"
The sound of wind in the darkness came and went one after another, roughly like the sound of uneven breathing.
Protector Huang, whose identity was revealed, spoke out of thin air without any emotion.
"You are very interesting, so I knew at a glance that you and I were going to be on the same page. At that time, I was completely desperate, so I decided to go to Haoli Ghost Country."
"But you have to know that seeking death is easy to say, but since ancient times, people have hanged themselves with ropes, drowned themselves with their hands, committed suicide, cried out in pain, and self-immolated. All kinds of ugly things have appeared. In the past, people would never break their promises. No one has the full courage to seek death. If he is really dead after all, then his soul is really gone."
Jiang Wen has seen people who faked their deaths but never escaped from real deaths.
It turns out that the death of Protector Huang Ji in Netherworld Bookstore was his long-planned retreat, and he would launch it immediately once there was no way to retreat. But judging from his struggle before his death, the Haoli Ghost Country he mentioned was by no means a good place, and he himself knew this very well.
"We still have a lot of time now, you can speak slowly."
Jiang Wen sat down on the spot and waited for the other party to explain the situation in front of him. He also wanted to test Huang Ji, who talked a lot of lies when he was alive, and how many human words he could say after becoming a ghost.
"I know very well what you want to ask, and I have lived very clearly in my life. But please let me ask one more question, is it Hongyang Dharma Protector Huang Ji you are looking for now? Or is it Huang Ji, the master of Eryou Zhai?"
The voice sounded slowly, but it was mysterious.
Jiang Wen said loudly: "What about Hongyang Protector? What about Eryou Zhai Master?"
Huang Ji laughed emotionlessly.
"Of course there are differences. Since you don't choose, let me start with Hongyang Protector Huang Ji."
"Nowadays, there are many strange phenomena in the city. You must have seen it, right? In the former Song Dynasty, Lizong ordered Confucianism, Taoism, Buddhism and Ming Dynasty to jointly establish the White Lotus Dharma in order to prevent the four disasters of blue, purple, white and red in the world, which are the Buddhist principles of attainment, residence and destruction. For four calamities, keep an inch of the pure white lotus world."
"However, the immeasurable four tribulations require all sentient beings to survive together, and it is impossible to predict the formation, residence, and destruction of space. The Holy Child has been stationed in Rongcheng for ten years, but after all, he did not wait for the red sun tribulation in front of him..."
Protector Huang's voice was choked and his sighs were interrupted for a while before he slowly spoke to Jiang Wen.
"I have learned the art of Feng Shui Qingwu since I was a child. I can find dragons, observe sand, observe water, point acupoints, and stand in all directions. When the earth veins stop and rise, they are called dragons. Over the years, there have been reverse dragons, sick dragons, dead dragons, and false dragons. I have seen countless dragons retreating and killing dragons, but I have never seen such a terrifying dragon tribulation.”
"The long blood-yellow river with turbid waves rolling under the city of Fuzhou is like a tribulation dragon covered with scars, and its scales are full of lonely ghosts who cannot be reincarnated. It is covered with insects and snakes, the fishy wind blows on the face, the waves roll, and the soul The souls who have not lost their wisdom are sinking and floating in it, and they are tortured and unable to escape. Anyone who can come out of it is a vicious and sinister person that ordinary people can never imagine."
Jiang Wen nodded secretly. A greedy and cruel person like Magistrate Ling had indeed stepped up to the next level and turned into a more difficult and vicious opponent.
"The horror of the Haoli Ghost Country is completely beyond common sense. If I had known that I would end up in such a place after death, I would rather live and suffer torture. Only now do I know why Hulu in the Tang Dynasty The Master has spent his entire life cultivating himself, even if he doesn’t hesitate to use the Mani Orb, to suppress this underworld under Fuzhou City..."
Huang Ji's voice became weaker and weaker, and he seemed to have fallen into the nightmare that was deeply entangled in fear before, so that the fear of death itself gradually occupied most of his rationality.
But Jiang Wen remained silent.
"You have never seen the horror of the Ghost Country in Haoli, so naturally you don't understand what I am saying. Lai Buyi of the Song Huizong sect and Liu Bowen of the Zhu Hongwu sect have also been here in Fuzhou City. After all these years of painstaking research, I finally saw Come out with some tricks. Do you know... the evil spirit of Huangquan Water?"
Huang Ji suddenly asked.
Jiang Wen shook his head in the darkness, regardless of whether the other party could see it or not, and the other party did not wait for Jiang Wen's response and continued talking on his own.
"I am familiar with the Heavenly Star Method and the Three Element Method. However, it was not until I learned the Three Methods that I discovered that there was a big problem with the Three Mountains in Fuzhou City."
"Yuewang Mountain is in the north, Jiuxian Mountain is in the south, Wushi Mountain is in the east, and the ancient lake of Xi Jin Dynasty is on the west side. If the prosperous position touches the water, it will become a shape evil. And this is not an ordinary evil situation, it is already a Huangquan evil in the three laws. .”
"The evil of Huangquan cannot be generalized, but it is a dangerous situation where misfortune and good fortune depend on each other. The water coming from the Xunda direction is a combination, and it is considered auspicious. If it is water coming in, it is judged as bad. Since ancient times, bad and good luck have been interdependent. The original Fuzhou City has existed for thousands of years. The coming turbulence is just a transfer of the three water situations of urging officials to death, rescuing poverty, and killing people as the dragon's veins change. Therefore, when the local people are lucky enough to have official salary and wealth, they must also have Sun Ce Tudong. To avoid such a fatal disaster."
"However, Master Hulu used Mani orbs to fix the acupoint, and King Shenzhi of Fujian separated the dragon with two towers, which happened to cut off the underground Yellow Spring water veins, resulting in the Xun position being empty and the lake not overflowing. In addition, the city was surrounded by nine rivers, and the water continued to drain away. , this turned the dead situation into vitality for thousands of years. From then on, whenever a disaster approached, Fuzhou City would be able to open up the city and surrender, turn danger into safety, and avoid the disasters of Yangzhou and Jiading..."
Jiang Wen listened for a while and said in a low voice: "I don't know much about Feng Shui, but at first glance it sounds like it should be a good thing? Isn't it wonderful to have wealth and status and avoid death?" "
Huang Ji gave a bitter laugh, his voice full of bitterness and helplessness.
"What I mentioned just now are only innate numbers, and now there are acquired changes. Do you still remember the key to Huang Quansha?"
Jiang Wen understood the implication of his words and couldn't help but lower his voice and said, "Are you... doubting this West Lake?"
"Exactly. The three mountains have been difficult to move since ancient times. Only this West Lake was created by the Jin Dynasty prefect, who dug out the deep spring under Fuzhou City and poured it back into the sea. I suspect that this extremely dangerous situation was deliberately created by the ancients of the Wei and Jin Dynasties. And do it!”
Jiang Wen knew clearly in his heart that this small possibility had been magnified countless times in his eyes. As long as it was a strange thing that had even the slightest connection with the Wei and Jin Hui Xi Ke, he could not treat it with common sense.
This approach of using such a huge city as paper and cutting mountains and seas as pen is too sensational. However, the deliberate actions of the Wei and Jin Dynasties were also inspired by the wishful thinking of Min Huizong. Immortal Daluo clearly wants to send Fuzhou City into the underworld and live forever as the emperor of his ghost kingdom!
Thinking of this, he suddenly recalled another sentence, which was a prophecy that did not exist in the secret narrative of Immortal Wang Ba and the prophecy that Min Huizong believed in, but was inexplicably compared to it.
The emperor was born in Fujian, and the Three Mountains were the battlefield.
Jiang Wen and Huang Ji knew completely different things, and the methods they used were completely unrelated. However, the conclusions they reached were strangely the same. They also believed that if there was no accident in Fuzhou City tonight, blood would flow into a river. Corpses everywhere!
"I believe what you say."
Jiang Wen's answer seemed to surprise Huang Ji, and even his speaking speed increased a bit.
"Okay, okay, just believe it! The Kanyu Book says that when the four yang stems of Jia, Geng, Bing and Ren are established, they are the prosperous directions of the four bureaus. The water from the right is poured to the left. Water from the upward Qiankun Genxun to the official position is used to cure diseases and Death, the tomb, the watery hall, break through and reach the official position."
"Originally, the water from the Xun Dynasty is already a murderous underworld, with blood flowing everywhere and bones lying on the pillow. But when the eyes of the sea that have been suppressed for thousands of years open, it will definitely be a flood from the Xun Dynasty. It is extremely dangerous and poisonous, and the murderous intention of overthrowing has appeared. , even the word "murderous underworld" is not enough to call it."
"Once the deep sea that has been cut off for thousands of years reopens, the water will be the most ferocious. It will be the murderous Dahuangquan evil!"
Huang Ji said impatiently, "The efforts of Master Hulu and others are limited, and they cannot guarantee peace for generations. Now that the West Lake has dried up and the ancient temples have emerged, people today are trying to atone for the sins of the Min Huizong of the Five Dynasties and the Tang Dynasty. What he said The Yinquan Heavenly Palace that I want to establish by imperial edict is even more of a fallacy under the guise of the Ghost Kingdom in Haoli."
"If the great Yellow Spring that has been killing people since the Tang Dynasty is born, the whole city of Fuzhou will fall into the ghost country of Haoli, and be flooded by the huge blood-yellow river with turbid waves, and there will be no living person in the three mountains. I will live and die this time, that is I want to tell Hongyang Saint Boy that what he is worried about has happened, and he must find a way to stop it!"
"Do you know what I saw in the Haoli Ghost Kingdom? It's a sacrificial vessel from three ancient generations! In ancient times, some people called Mount Tai and Haoli together. I thought it was Lu Ji's inscription, but after I went down, I took a closer look at the dragon seal inside. The ancient characters under my feet are actually the remains of the Xilu Kingdom of the Xia Dynasty!"
Hearing this, Jiang Wen also took a breath of air in the darkness.
The Xilu Kingdom is one of the feudal states of the Xia Dynasty and is related to the famous legend of Liu Lei feeding the dragon.
In the first year of Kongjia's reign (1879 BC), Emperor Kongjia of Xia accidentally got a pair of male and female dragons, so he asked Liu Lei, who was studying in the "Huanlong clan", to raise them. A few years later, a female dragon died and hid in the grave to eat the king. The king envoy asked for her. Liu Lei was frightened and led his young family to Lu to avoid disaster. At the age of twenty-six, Liu Lei lived and multiplied in the local area and became the country of Xilu.
But this ancient city later fell into the dark grassland under Mount Tai due to the subsidence of Mount Tai. Looking down at the tall grass and rolling waves, the people were lost and disappeared. From then on, it was spread that there was a place under Mount Tai. The saying of the underworld.
But according to what Huang Ji said, the Xilu Kingdom actually fell into the Haoli Ghost Kingdom? ! No wonder this terrifying alien space is called the Haoli Ghost Country!
Jiang Wen did not believe in this weird and bizarre Feng Shui technique, but the disaster in front of him was already imminent, and many things were self-evident. He also had his own views on the catastrophe before him.
On February 11, 1985, the Soviet space station Salyut 7 suddenly lost control and almost caused an international crisis. Therefore, the Soviet government sent experienced astronaut Vladimir Janibekov to space for repairs, making the crisis smooth. spent.
However, Janibekov in space discovered that the main shaft of the wing nut used for maintenance was unstable when flipping without gravity, and would suddenly undergo a 180-degree periodic flip. This was later called "Janibekov" Koff effect" has also become some evidence of the earth's magnetic pole reversal.
What you need to know is that generally speaking, flipping requires flipping around an axis. The space we are in is three-dimensional, and various objects are also three-dimensional, so in fact any object has three axes. Generally speaking, the flipping of the wing nut should rotate around one of its own main axes. This is a common phenomenon that we have previously known.
Moreover, some data show that the Soviet Union discovered this phenomenon much earlier than the time when this effect was disclosed and named.
Today's Fuzhou City and the original Xilu Kingdom are very similar to such a butterfly nut. The so-called Feng Shui dragon veins can also be understood as the transformation of the magnetic field and three-dimensional coordinates. It should be a stable bipolar rotation, alternating between good and bad luck. Convert.
Jiang Wen always believed that Haoli Ghost Country was by no means the underworld in the concept, otherwise Huang Ji would have met the Hongyang Holy Child who had taken the first step and figured out the ins and outs.
At a fixed time every sixty years, the three-dimensional coordinates of Fuzhou City will be affected and captured by something, resulting in an invisible axis that can be flipped. Once the potential energy appears, a three-dimensional creature will fall between the three mountains. into a world of incomprehensible and incomprehensible horror.
And this "thing" that secretly approaches and captures Fuzhou City is very likely to be the ghost country of Haoli that is covered in scars and shaped like an old dragon as Huang Ji said. It is a resurrected phenomenon in a certain collapsed dimension...
Jiang Wen said tentatively: "What will happen if the murderous Huangquan evil takes shape?"
Huang Ji's voice came out faintly, and he recounted ancient scriptures with indescribable sadness.
"In the universe's Dharma Realm, emptiness is boundless, and the world is boundless. After the Red Sun Tribulation, the city will sink into the emptiness, like an ink cave, without day and night, sun and moon, only the great underworld, sinking in it, and there will never be peace... "
"Haoli Ghost Country is so dangerous, how did you get out?"
Hearing Jiang Wen's sudden question, Huang Ji was silent for a while, then laughed miserably, and Jiang Wen also laughed awkwardly.
Escape? Now it was clear that they were not coming out, but that he was about to fall in.
"According to the method left by Master Hulu, if we want to solve this murder, someone must go to the West Lake with the Mani Orb and suppress the Nether Sea Eye at the bottom of the lake again. I can't escape the pursuit of Magistrate Ling. I originally wanted to The Hongyang Holy Boy whom I relied on is also missing, so I need to find someone else."
"Mani Orb? Please tell me in detail."
Hearing these four words, Jiang Wen cheered up again, but Huang Ji changed the topic.
"The Mani Orb involves too many things, but the rest of it is the story of Huang Ji, the master of Eryou Zhai."
Huang Ji's voice sounded faintly again, as if he was telling an unrelated story about someone else.
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"In the year when Emperor Longwu succeeded to the throne, Magistrate Ling inexplicably ordered me to repair the chess hall, and I set my sights on the Netherworld Bookstore, which had been abandoned for many years. I knew there was something wrong there."
"There are several tombs of eunuchs outside the Xiang Palace. The ministers of the past generations thought that they were incomplete and unlucky, and they were not even willing to move the tombs. They always felt that they would bring evil prophecies. But I am different. You should know..."
Of course Jiang Wen knew that the Huang Ji in front of him was a tomb robber with many years of experience, and every eerie tomb was very attractive to him.
What's more, there are six or seven in front of you.
"In the shabby tomb, there was only a tomb guard token from the former Song Dynasty, which told me that this person's real name was Luo Xian. This is how I reported it to the prefect."
"But I didn't tell him. I also found that the soil on the soles of the corpses when they were buried was very strange. That kind of gray-white soft soil can only be found in the filled Jipi Lane in the city..."
Chalk soil, after the organisms called "polyblastopores" died, their extremely tiny bodies sank to the bottom of the sea, day and night.
Over time, a thick layer of shells accumulated, eventually bonding together and compressing into a soft limestone. But they are so tiny that this process would take millions of years to complete.
"...Then I discovered this place."
From that day on, he changed from an unknown clerk in the Fuzhou government office to the cautious owner of Eryouzhai.
Eryou is the name of the mountain.
Volume 49 of "Taiping Yulan" cites "Jingzhou Ji" records that there are caves in the two mountains of Yuanling, and there are thousands of books in the Xiaoyou Mountain cave. The Qin people once studied in hiding here - they were once Qin people, hiding from the book collection of the First Emperor's burning books. The cave has now become a place where Huang Ji carefully collects and preserves knowledge.
Huang Ji's explanation was too brief, as if he had deliberately omitted many key elements to prevent himself from recalling the time when he was chased by terrifying knowledge because of his strong curiosity.
A cold wind blew, and Jiang Wen's ears seemed to hear the sound of the ghosts wandering in the blue smoke and the ghosts crying in Beimang.
"After this ancient tomb came into your hands, you opened a tunnel leading to the White Lotus Nunnery. Does this mean that you originally planned to tell them about this place?"
Jiang Wen silently changed the topic. He couldn't see anything in the darkness, as if he was talking to a ray of breeze. It might even be a lie. Everything was just him in this miasmatic tomb, It was just a strange dream that I had on a whim.
"It's just a last resort. Among all the people, the Mingzun Sect may be the most harmless group of people, but no one can restrain their ambitions. According to you, the Red Lotus Holy Mother Bodhisattva is the only one who has a copy of the "Nine Nether Scriptures" "Can you really be satisfied?"
Huang Ji is negative towards human nature.
This short and ugly guy was filled with the darkness brought from the tombs in the tombs. Thousands of years of calculations and life-and-death battles between the tomb owners and the tomb robbers had made him unable to see the green pines and cypresses and the long lines of reeds on the tombs. I have to lift up the covering to find out.
"Besides, the White Lotus Sect today is no longer the original White Lotus Sect..."
Huang Ji suddenly stopped in a cryptic manner. This was the first time today that Jiang Wen noticed the timidity and fear in his mouth that he only had during his lifetime.
Jiang Wen obviously noticed that there was something in his words.
"You have said so much, but you still haven't told me the point. You worked so hard to crawl back from the underworld, so you probably just want to complain to me, an idler."
Jiang Wen took a deep breath, stood up slowly while holding the red lacquer coffin, and said to the direction where Ming Ming made the sound.
"Nowadays, many forces are looking for the whereabouts of the Mani Orb, but you, the instigator, are so far away from it. What are your intentions?"
Huang Ji laughed a few strange words in a low voice, as if he was listening to the rumbling vibrations above his head. Jiang Wen could already imagine the smug face.
"It's all their own greed. But the Mani Orb they are looking for is indeed in my hands."
Huang Ji told him that he found the Mani Orb on the body of Luo Xian, the guardian of the mausoleum.
He found clues from the sad and sad Jueming Monument, and discovered the exact location of the ancient tomb of the Southern Song Dynasty. However, according to his research, the tomb was built much earlier than the Southern Song Dynasty, and should have been completed during the reign of Emperor Huizong of the Song Dynasty.
Coincidentally, he also discovered that the former owner of this tomb was none other than Huang Shang, the Skull Prefect who had been admired for a long time by the Ming Zun Sect.
Huang Shang was originally just a scholar who entered the official career through the imperial examination. Because he was good at Taoist health-preserving methods, he was entrusted by Emperor Huizong of the Song Dynasty with the responsibility of compiling the Wanshou Taoist Canon. He should not have had any entanglements with the Mingzun Sect, which was dominant for a while.
However, Fang La, the leader of Mingjiao at that time, raised his troops from the south of the Yangtze River. There was no obstacle to his troops going south. The army was invincible, but it was blocked by the soldiers and civilians led by the defender Huang Shang.
The two armies were in a stalemate in Fuzhou City. Fang La had a love for talents and believed that he was the only one in the world with martial arts scriptures, so he went to the Nine Immortals Temple on Jiuxian Mountain alone to meet Huang Shang, and proposed to decide the outcome by debating scriptures. , the losing party just gives up and leaves.
No one knows the content of that debate. All they know is that for three days and three nights, there was no winner or loser. Leader Fangla of the Mingzun Sect exhausted all the scriptures, scriptures, meanings and proofs in the sect, but Huang Shang refuted them one by one. In the end, the menacing Fang La left in anger, and Huang Shang was also killed.
Fortunately, reinforcements arrived during the stalemate, and the officials in the city were able to collect the body of the prefect. In mourning, they built this tomb, intending to bury it in the place where Fuzhou City lived and prospered, so that generations of descendants could pray and incense.
But later on, Huang Shang, who had been dead for a long time, resurrected from the coffin, returned to the world and became the Skull Governor, and acquired a pair of exquisite and unparalleled martial arts.
Huang Shang counterattacked and defeated many Dharma kings and protectors of the Ming sect. Naturally, the tomb was emptied, and was finally left to the unknown general who fought desperately against the Mongolian army in the Southern Song Dynasty and died in Kuimen.
What is ridiculous is that Mingjiao has declined rapidly since the Song and Mongolia Dynasties. All the classics of this religion have been lost. Instead, we can only search for them from the manuscripts of Huang Shang, our life and death enemy.
There is an obscure story that says that during the three days of tit-for-tat debate between Skull and Fang La, they wrote down the classics and scriptures intact on the spot, and said they would publish them all over the world, annotating and refuting them word for word, so as to preserve the truth. Getting rid of the fakeness made Fang La want to kill.
"Taoist Priest, do you know what these eunuchs have done? They are not as miserable and weak as they say."
Protector Huang Ji abruptly changed the subject and said, "These eunuchs used some unknown method to obtain the Mani Orb, and they also developed a method of killing and injuring people that is exactly the same as our sect."
"In the decades since then, they used the corpse next to you as a guide to attack and kill the lone Mongolian soldiers in Fuzhou City. From then on, there were rumors in the alleys about ghosts killing people, and finally the Netherworld Bookstore was established. The scene where you saw corpses standing like a forest..."
Jiang Wen shouldn't have any interest in this matter. It was just another twists and turns of weird power and chaos, but as he talked about it, it turned into an inexplicable emotion in his ears.
These people were the lowest of the low when they were born, and their jobs were worse than pig butchers and hawkers, but they continued to do the same thing throughout their years in Luchen, China, to remember the pain and anger in their hearts.
When the whole city has surrendered and the whole world has fallen under the iron heel, such a small stubborn persistence is just a sad struggle. This period of struggle ended with Luo Mian being trapped in a dark world until his death in despair at the age of 80.
Throughout his life, God will always give him some hopes that are more fragile than reeds, which are to guard the tomb, bury the bones, visit Yashan, surrender to the royal family, and even the last petty revenge.
Faced with every opportunity, Luo Xian put in 200% of his efforts and achieved several times the results. Only when he risked his life to achieve his goal did God tell him how vast and powerful the enemy was, and he What a drop in the bucket the resistance was.
He cried bitterly in front of Lizong's body and despaired in front of the descendants of the royal family. When he got the Mani Orb that Shunzhi dreamed of and killed hundreds of brave and brutal Mongols, he could only watch them become more ferocious.
Perhaps he didn't know until he died that the flying magic weapon that the survivors of the Southern Song Dynasty longed to worship would only be a withered skeleton in the tomb, and would never stir up any trouble.
"Give me the Mani Orb."
Jiang Wen sighed, something heavy weighed him down and made him unable to breathe.
He found that the more ignorant and muddled people are, the more likely they are to laugh, while sober people like Luo Xian and Huang Ji are always in pain. Life will force them to have the courage to seek death, and then they will be forced to live with great perseverance. .
No wonder Huang Ji said they were from the same group.
"We'll talk about the treasure later."
Huang Ji still looked around and talked about him, and seemed to hear the vibrations above his head one after another.
"This sound reminds me of the second year of Longwu again. That was when the Qing soldiers went south. Huang Daozhou, the official minister, built twelve large drums and placed them around the city wall. He sent people to paste the drum heads every day. It is said that this can I sensed the presence of cavalry ten miles away.”
"As a small official in the city, I was naturally curious, so I went over to listen once, and heard a sound like this. It was crisp and fast, like firecrackers, and like hail falling in summer..."
Huang Ji said this in a very worried tone.
In addition to these trivial matters, he naturally also remembered that Bellebolo led his troops south to suppress the border, and that Huang Daozhou mobilized the Fujian soldiers and civilians with his loyalty, leading the "carrying pole army" and his passion to die foolishly.
Although the Zheng family is large, only Zheng Chenggong is a loyal minister. The rest are as greedy and cruel as wolves and tigers, and the world is in irreversible decline.
When the news of Zheng Chenggong's defeat came a few months ago, he closed the door and got drunk, almost vomiting out his heart and lungs, and the bitterness in his mouth became stronger and stronger.
Stop looking at me day and night, Lord Guardian.
What can I, a small official, do?
How can I, a mere mortal, make up for the incest of heaven?
After Huang Ji was silent for a long time, he finally let out a long sigh.
"I'm just not willing to give in. People in Fuzhou City are also holding back their anger. Many people know what I do, but the people in the village keep silent. The military strategists are indisputable just because there is no danger to defend. Who is willing to Why would you hand over your wealth and life to someone with such sinister intentions?"
"I have approached many people, and all of them said they were sworn in and upright, but I know that once the Mani Orb falls into their hands, it will only become a priceless bargaining chip, and they will be used to control the affairs of the people. In my hands. After all, they don’t care about Tianqing or Guiguo, so I can only make this decision to drag everyone into this precarious city."
"You know, when Mr. Luo died, he still held on to his waist badge and didn't close his eyes. I didn't dare to tell him that after driving away the Mongols, the Jurchens came again. This thing was too hot to hold. Every night when I close my eyes, I feel like someone is watching me. From then on, as long as I can't sleep at night, I will drive the flying magic soldiers in the coffin to do what Luo Xian did back then..."
When Huang Ji said this, Jiang Wen no longer needed to ask any more questions.
The place where the Mani treasure is located is neither cold nor hot. If a person has heat, wind, cold disease, leprosy, sores, malignant swelling, etc., if the beads are placed on his body, the disease will be cured, and the turbid water will be clarified and the color of the water will be changed. virtue.
In the red lacquer coffin placed in front of Jiang Wen, there was a corpse that was immortal and could come and go quickly. Although the alley was sometimes filled with miasma, it could still appear and disappear clearly.
Combining the two together, the Mani Orb is clearly in the corpse of the "Flying Divine Weapon"!
"Taoist Priest, you already know the whereabouts of the Mani Orb, but I'm afraid the Qing soldiers gathering like rain above your head also know it. After all, I'm not the only one who escaped from the Haoli Ghost Country. Prefect Ling can sense that I'm here. nearby."
Huang Ji spoke unhurriedly at this moment, hiding in the never-ending dark shadow, which seemed to allow him to no longer be afraid of the secrets in his heart.
"Although Magistrate Ling doesn't know the exact location of the tomb, he has discovered the original corridor of the tomb in Netherworld Alley. As long as you follow the traces and dig, you can always find this place. I'll stay here to confuse the enemy, so hurry up and leave."
Jiang Wen said in shock: "What? Does Netherworld Lane actually lead to Jipi Lane?"
"The end of Netherworld Alley was originally the Gongji Tower built by Song Prime Minister Zheng Xingzhi. At first, there was a three-foot-wide plaque with Lizong's imperial calligraphy. Later, the building and walls collapsed and it was no longer accessible. Only the ruins of the walls were still standing, blocking the road. .”
Huang Ji laughed loudly: "When they open up the tunnel and demolish the remaining walls at the same time, my outdoor cave will not be spared. Just take the Mani Orb and leave!"
But after Jiang Wen heard this, he stood still and didn't move.
Huang Ji's voice began to sound a little dissatisfied, and his attitude towards the hesitant Jiang Wen became stiff. He began to feel uneasy about the darkness of human nature, and many dark ends emerged one after another.
"Taoist Master, I missed the music. I would like to use the "Nine Nether True Sutra" as a basis. A little practice of this sutra will be of great benefit to martial arts. There is also the "Bao Ming Sutra" that has been lost for many years. , "Liangyi Ancient Sutra", you can exchange it with Hongyang Sect for endless wealth."
But Jiang Wen remained firm and motionless.
"These scriptures are all written in the dying text. Everything in Haoli Ghost Kingdom is reversed with that of the Yang world. Except for people like me who return to the Yang world, it is impossible to be proficient in the writing of both worlds. After this is done, you go to the Six Cao Division of the Guanxian Realm, and I will Put all the classics there."
But Jiang Wen stood in the darkness, still deep in thought.
The solution to the problem was clearly in front of him, and he didn't want to risk his life like he did at the Immortal Ascension Banquet at Manting Peak. This was clearly the best solution at the moment, so he rushed to the lake with the Mani Orb. If you can handle it, who can stop it with the power of your long sword?
But why does he always feel unhappy?
Before Jiang Wen got the Mani Orb, he felt like a lonely soul was watching him in the corner.
Its face is ever-changing, its eyes are sad and sad, and its posture is humble and submissive. It looks like beggars, farmers, traders, old soldiers on the roadside, or all living beings that can be seen everywhere in this world.
Oh yes, it gently caressed a waist badge.
Jiang Wen rubbed the red lacquer coffin and suddenly asked.
"What's the latest date?"
Huang Ji was stunned for a while before he figured out what he meant, and said quickly: "It cannot be past sunrise at Mao hour at the latest, otherwise the disaster will be irreparable."
"enough."
Jiang Wen said something to Huang Ji without thinking, then stood up and left without any hindrance in the darkness.
Huang Ji was stunned. He had never expected that he would leave without the Mani Orb. Could it be that he was facing an unprecedented coward?
"Taoist priest, where are you going, Taoist priest? For the safety of the people in the city, you can't just leave like this!"
Jiang Wen's eyes were shining even in the deep tomb, and the aura in his body was circulating, washing away the dejection that had been running around all night.
Jiang Wen stopped, returned to the tomb and groped around for a while, and then said calmly into the empty tomb.
"Hufa Huang, you are confused. Since Magistrate Ling wants to compete with us, how can we escape like this in embarrassment? How do you know that the edge of the West Lake won't be a trap that has been planned for a long time?"
By now in this game of chess, Jiang Wen was already on an equal footing with his opponent. Now he knew better than Huang Ji how to take the next step.
Huang Ji said helplessly: "I know that Governor Ling colluded with the Qing court and took advantage of the Geng family. The whole city has been plotted by him. I have no other choice but to think of it..."
Jiang Wen made a gesture in the darkness and stopped Huang Ji's complaints - even if this man died, he would not be able to change his old habit of worrying about things.
"Huang Ji, whether you are the Protector of Hongyang or the Master of Eryou Zhai, I agree to this matter. The man in the coffin fought against an elite Mongolian army, but even if he had his neck broken and his liver and brain bruised, , the waist is straight and the knees are straight.”
Before leaving, Jiang Wen patted the thick red lacquer coffin. His movements were so frivolous that it felt like an invisible burden had been lifted off his body, and he said to Huang Ji in a tone that meant you knew what you were asking.
"The remnants hope for a bright future, but you just rely on the Mani Orb to let him usurp the things of ghosts and gods. I think this is unreasonable and unreasonable. I don't care who is facing me today, I only know the body of a loyal minister and righteous man. It cannot fall into the hands of thieves.”
Jiang Wen thought deeply for a moment and added another sentence.
"Also, no one is allowed to kneel today."
