Not long after, Yang Qingshan reached the top of the mountain.
Looking down from the top of the mountain, not far away, there is a large tomb.
The moonlight was so cold that it reflected on the tomb, and the stones on it seemed to roll down.
Yang Qingshan continued to walk towards the mass grave.
In front of the mass grave, the first tomb on the right suddenly trembled, and several stones rolled down.
A trail of deep red blood rolled down from the top of the tomb.
With a soft hiss, a hand withered to the point of skin and bones emerged from the grave.
Yang Qingshan frowned, his face instantly turned stern.
"I placed the divine curse in front of the tomb, and I have been watching here for a long time. Are you still worried about cholera?" Yang Qingshan's scolding became even more severe.
He stepped to the tomb and took out a small silver box in his hand. When he opened it, he found cinnabar ink mixed with cinnabar and the blood of a Taoist priest.
He took out another pen, dipped it in cinnabar ink, and then painted a slightly dim and blurry symbol in front of the tomb!
This talisman is the Qiang people’s divine curse!
If there is anyone here, they can see it.
Before every tomb, there is a divine spell!
Those who can rebel against the Qiang people are by no means weak, and they can only be buried here and suppressed.
Every once in a while, the Liu family will send people to replenish the talismans.
This time, someone should have arrived three days ago.
But when Yang Qingshan wanted to enter the mountain, Liu Sanyuan left the matter in his hands.
After three days' delay, sure enough, this mass grave was no longer peaceful.
Yang Qingshan moved very quickly. After he completed the talisman, he continued to the next grave to complete the talisman.
Midnight passed.
The cinnabar ink in the silver box is almost exhausted, and the grave has reached the last one.
Yang Qingshan finished sketching the last talisman.
Suddenly he heard a slight cough in his ear.
The voice was dry and hoarse, like an old man coughing.
He got up and walked in the direction from which the cough came...
Leaving the mass graves, we walked a little further down.
Under a boulder, there is a cave entrance, exposed at the bottom of the boulder.
The coughing sound seemed to come from the hole.
Yang Qingshan raised his hand and took out the whisk from his waist.
He waved suddenly, and a crackling sound came from the air.
A dark figure suddenly came out of the hole!
After falling a few meters away, the figure made a clicking sound, like an old man coughing...
Yang Qingshan's brows relaxed a little.
He thought there was some deceptive corpse, but he didn't expect it to be a toad that had been living in the cemetery for a long time and was contaminated with Yin Qi.
He glanced at the cave entrance again, shook his head, and walked towards the mountain.
By the time we returned to the camp, most of the gentlemen had already fallen asleep.
Yang Xiayuan leaned against a rock and seemed to have fallen asleep.
There was a bonfire on the edge of the rock, and an iron pot was hung above the bonfire.
There is still half of the soup left in the pot, and it has become milky white and thick.
Yang Qingshan picked up a cloth blanket on the ground and put it on Yang Xiayuan's shoulders.
Yang Xiayuan's body trembled slightly, and he slowly opened his eyes.
His hands pressed the blanket on his shoulders, and his tone was much softer: "Qingshan, eat something first, and then take a rest. It's getting dark."
Yang Qingshan used two branches to hold the edge of the pot and took it off.
Ate some food to satisfy my hunger.
He turned to look at Yang Xiayuan again.
At this time, Yang Xiayuan had fallen asleep.
He meditated beside him and fell into a deep sleep.
The next day, the sun penetrated the clouds, and a ray fell on Yang Qingshan's head.
He opened his eyes.
Yang Xiayuan happened to wake up too.
The father and son looked at each other, and Yang Xiayuan went to direct the gentlemen to take action.
Most of them brought their belongings with them and the tools needed for excavation, and then everyone was ready to set off.
Yang Xiayuan once again led the way.
As he walked, he said: "Zhilong is a mountain where Qi veins stop and form caves. The twenty-four mountains point to the middle. Zhilong forms caves and gathers dragon energy." "Dragon energy is where the gate of life is." "Grave." There must be an underground river in the Feng Shui bureau outside, and the underground river will cause these dragon spirits to swim away."
"This position was not only chosen by my father, but also by your grandfather's analysis." Yang Qingshan nodded, indicating that he understood.
The gentlemen at the back also listened attentively and nodded secretly, showing expressions of sudden thought.
Another whole day of traveling.
When it gets dark, everyone can only eat some dry food and drink water.
No one had a break.
At midnight, Yang Xiayuan stopped.
In front of everyone is a majestic and continuous mountain range.
Under the foot of the mountain, the mountain gradually rises.
Among the mountains, the main peak is even more majestic!
A wide river is flowing at the foot of the mountain.
A stone arch bridge standing over the river!
Yang Xiayuan looked excited as he stepped forward and continued walking forward.
In a blink of an eye, everyone walked across the arch bridge.
At this point, Yang Xiayuan asked everyone to stop and rest here for the night...
Although he was very excited, everyone was also extremely excited.
But this mountain is too high. It will take at least one day to get there.
Now I have been traveling all night, and when I arrive it is daytime and I am unable to move.
It's better to recharge your batteries now.
Everyone sat on the ground and rested.
Yang Qingshan stopped at the foot of the mountain and looked at it for a long time. He also sat cross-legged and continued to meditate.
Yang Xiayuan did not fall asleep.
He lay on the ground for a long time and finally opened his eyes.
His hand involuntarily touched his face again.
His lips moved slightly, not knowing what to say.
The whole night passed extremely quickly.
At dawn the next day, everyone started on their way again.
The process of going up the mountain goes without saying.
The Zhilong Mountain Range is too big, and there are caves on the mountainside. Because the mountain is too big, it is extremely difficult to find them on the mountainside.
There are Yang Xiayuan and Yang Qingshan in the lead, as well as many gentlemen.
It was almost dark before everyone stopped in front of an open space.
At this time, a bit of joy appeared in everyone's eyes.
Yang Xiayuan stood at the front of the crowd. He swept across the open space and murmured: "Where the branches stop, it is as flat as the palm of a hand! This place must be a place where dragon energy gathers and the Yin River flows smoothly!" As he said, Yang Xiayuan took out another compass.
He took a few steps forward and scanned everything.
He even felt a faint warm breeze blowing in the air.
"Anger condenses...that's right..."
He searched very cautiously and carefully, and finally stopped at a location and said in a deep voice: "Dig from here! Until you see water!"
The gentlemen had rested for a while and were now full of energy.
Everyone stepped forward, holding shovels and hoes in their hands, and began to dig hard!
In the blink of an eye, the hole went down nearly ten meters.
The husband rotated back and forth, and they were all exhausted and panting...
From below the deep cave, a shout came: "Senior Kanyu, we haven't seen the Yinlong Water yet, do we still need to dig?! Will it change the feng shui of this place and trigger a landslide?" Yang Xiayuan's eyes narrowed, and he left When he reached the entrance of the cave, he said in a deep voice: "Dig! If you dig another five meters, you will definitely see the Yin Dragon!"
Yang Qingshan was also beside him. He closed his eyes and felt the changes in the life here.
The warm feeling became stronger, which meant that they dug it right.
…
However, what they couldn't see was the white marble coffin under the soil...
There are several inscriptions on the coffin.
"The water of Yin Long flows in favor of Yang. Those who see the coffin will die."
The white marble coffin is soaked in water, and above it is the increasingly thin layer of soil.
The water is trembling.
The speed of flow is gradually getting faster...
