At noon on the second day, the three Taoist priests with ghost faces went to the carpenter's shop to formally say goodbye to Meng Qingyao. After some reluctance, they left Tianshui City and started heading into Qiuchi Mountain.
Qiuchi Mountain is located at the intersection of the Western Han River and the Luoyu River. It has always been a battleground for military strategists. It also has mountains and rivers and steep terrain. Therefore, you can often see flying locks on the cliffs built by the previous dynasties. However, they have been in disrepair for many years. 90% of the plank road has been destroyed, and walking on it is not as smooth as climbing through the forest. However, walking on the plank road has a different kind of feeling, because there is an abyss under the plank road, and the clouds and mist are beside you, and you feel really lost in a trance. It feels like flying in the clouds and in the mist, as if you are in a fairyland.
The three grimace Taoist priests followed the route given by Meng Qingyao and walked all the way to the southwest. They didn't find Yangliu Village until the sun set in the west. This was the only village in the mountains. Other than that, there was no one inhabited for dozens of miles. . Yangliu Village is not big, with about thirty households. Most of the villagers make a living by hunting. Once you get here, go north and cross two mountains to reach the vicinity of Huishui River.
The three of them did not stop at Yangliu Village, and continued on their way without stopping. They walked for nearly an hour, and finally saw the valley at the top of the second mountain. It was already dark, but under the afterglow of the setting sun, the entire valley could still be seen. With a panoramic view, you can see three majestic mountains rising from the ground. The one on the north side is slightly higher, just like the backrest of the throne. The two mountains on the east and west are higher in the north and lower in the south, just like the armrests of the throne, surrounding A valley shrouded in clouds and mist really looks like a fallen throne embedded in the mountains. As Meng Qingyao said, this place is a real cave for gods. If a mausoleum is to be built in it, it must be buried. People who are at the level of kings are like dragons and phoenixes, so they are called "kings".
Seeing that the ghost-faced Taoist priest had found the place, he felt relieved. He stopped on the mountainside and said to He Siniang and Luo Laoqi: "The poisonous miasma in the valley has not yet begun to dissipate, and it is still early for us to take action. Why not Just rest here and wait."
He Siniang nodded. She was also worried that the foot of the mountain was too close to the mouth of the valley. The poisonous miasma had just begun to dissipate. It might be dangerous to go down hastily. Luo Laoqi had already found a stable place to sit down, while rummaging in his backpack for dry food. Bian complained: "These idiots like to build tombs in places where birds don't poop. They made his grandpa climb the mountain all day long. If he doesn't eat something, he can't even fart."
The Taoist Priest with a grimace also sat on a rock. Hearing this, he smiled and said, "No matter how loud you fart, you won't be able to fly. If the tomb is not built to be more hidden, wouldn't it be just waiting for others to steal it?" After that, he looked at it and returned it. He Siniang, who was standing, saw his serious expression and couldn't help but ask: "What is Siniang thinking about? Stop standing now, sit down and take a rest and eat some solid food, otherwise you will starve at night."
He Siniang sighed, swept a place and sat down before replying: "I really have no appetite for such a big thing now. I see that the valley can accommodate a city. I'm afraid the scale of King Hui's tomb is not small, nor is it big." I know if the operation will go smoothly at night.”
"How come you are the same as Pindao before, always anxious before going out to fight. However, Pindao found that his problem was cured after you came in with his gang. Unexpectedly, it was passed on to you." The Taoist priest with a grimace took a bite of the cake. , comforted and said: "Success depends on people and not God. Whether the evening will go well depends on your and my efforts. Instead of worrying, it is better to fill your stomach so that you have the strength to work. Look at Luo Laoqi, even if the sky falls, he will not be delayed. Eat and drink, I guess he doesn't even know how to write the word "chou", look at how free and easy his life is."
"Sajia can't write the word "worry"? Sajia can't write any character." Luo Laoqi was so anxious that he almost couldn't hold on. After drinking some water, he continued: "Siniang, please don't make a fool of yourself and make yourself sad." Okay, can a monster be made out of a dick’s tomb?”
The grimace Taoist priest also said at the side: "Even if you are worried about the antidote to butterfly Gu, it's okay. Even if there is no antidote to King Hui, Pindao and Lao Qi will not walk away afterwards. At worst, they will accompany you for a walk in southern Yunnan." Well, I heard that you can grow flowers by raising voodoo over there, and a butterfly vood is probably not that unusual. We just have to do our best to handle the matter at hand, maybe the antidote is waiting for us in the tomb?"
After hearing what the two of them said, He Siniang finally felt a little settled. She reached out to take the fried cake handed over by Luo Laoqi and started to eat it. At this time, a flash of lightning suddenly came from the sky in the distance, illuminating the gray sky. There was a sudden light in the valley, followed by rumbling thunder. The grim-faced Taoist priest hurriedly looked up at the clouds, only to see the clouds rolling and condensing, and there was a mountain wind blowing by his ears. It seemed that it would rain in less than an hour or three. It started raining heavily.
The Taoist priest with a grimace cursed his mother and said worriedly: "Why does it rain every time we fight? Damn, there is no shelter around here. I didn't prepare a raincoat when I came out this time. How can I stay up until midnight if it rains?"
As soon as he finished speaking, He Siniang was heard whispering from the side: "Look!" As she said that, she stretched out her hand and pointed to the valley not far away.
The Taoist Priest with a grimace looked over and saw that the miasma in the valley was quickly dispersing out of the valley. It seemed that the mountain wind was causing the air currents in the mountains to surge, which caused the miasma in the valley to disperse very quickly. Hurry, the miasma will dissipate in less than half an hour with this posture. The grim-faced Taoist priest saw this and said happily: "It seems that God hasn't forgotten to give me a jujube after licking my mouth. Lao Qisi Niang is going to get ready to go down the mountain. Let's try our best." Enter the mausoleum area before the heavy rain comes."
The three of them moved as soon as they could, picked up their bags and started walking down the mountain. The peaks in Qiuchi Mountain were all steep and difficult to walk. Although the valley where the tomb of King Hui was located looked quite close from the top of the mountain, it was not so when walking. Here There was no accessible path, so they had no choice but to grope their way through the bushes. As the sky got darker and darker, it took the three of them more than half an hour to reach the dry river in front of the valley.
The Taoist priest with a grimace stopped in front of the river. At this time, the surroundings were completely dark. In order to confirm the miasma in the valley, he took out a fire dove from his backpack. Seeing this, He Siniang had already taken out the fire dove, blew it and said to Ghost Face The Taoist priest said: "Taoist master, just hold the tube carefully and let go when the fire dove rushes out, otherwise it will be easily burned."
The Taoist priest with a grimace nodded, thinking that this thing has side effects. It seems that Meng Qingyao will have to improve it after returning. He held the fire dove diagonally upward as He Siniang said, and He Siniang also Without further ado, he picked up the fire stick and lit the fuse directly. With a whooshing sound, the fire dove flew straight into the sky.
The fire dove's light was much brighter than the Grimace Taoist expected. As the fire dove flew higher and higher, the entire outside of the valley was illuminated. Even the outlines of the mountains on both sides were revealed, like two towering guards. One on the left and the other on the right guarding the gate of the mausoleum area, standing at the river to look at it, I felt a bit more direct pressure than at the top of the mountain just now. If this entire mountain and deep valley is shaped like a throne, then the three Taoist priests with grim faces are just trying to climb it. Ant on the throne.
However, the grim-faced Taoist priest had no time to think about whether he was an ant at this time. He used the light of the fire dove to see that there was no miasma accumulated in the outside of the valley, which meant that the poisonous miasma in the valley was basically gone, so he turned to He Siniang and He Siniang. Luo Laoqi said: "The miasma has dissipated. Now it's time for me to wait for the heroes from the Mushroom Gate to take action. After entering, be sure to use your moves. There may be many silverfish evil beasts hidden among the grass and trees. If you are attacked, there will be no danger in the barren mountains and wild mountains." It is said that immortals cannot be saved." He put on his mask and took the lead to cross the river.
Mugwort, which is as tall as a person, grows all over the outside of the valley. This is a plant with a strong aroma that can be used in traditional Chinese medicine. But pharmacology aside, wormwood also has the function of warding off evil spirits and repelling insects among the Chinese people, like During the Dragon Boat Festival, every household hangs mugwort in front of the door, which means to drive away ghosts and avoid plagues. Most of the mugwort outside the valley was deliberately planted by Zhao Buxiang when he built the mausoleum, so as to prevent insects and ants from entering the valley to eat. It bites the cemetery buildings, and if the evil insects that swallow poisonous miasma are really raised in the valley, and can block them from escaping, it is equivalent to setting up a living insect-proof road. In addition, it can also prevent the lonely souls from wandering. The use of ghosts.
The grim-faced Taoist priest at the front didn't know when he picked up a branch in his hand, and while beating the wormwood, he stepped on a path. He walked like this for a stick of incense, and when he pushed aside a bunch of wormwood in front of him, the grim-faced Taoist priest felt... His eyes suddenly brightened. He held up the torch and looked forward. He saw a few steps away, a sacred path four to five feet wide. It was paved with bluestones and led straight into the darkness where the light ended. There are also stone statues carved from white marble on both sides of the Shinto. The height of each stone cow and horse is less than one foot. The grimace of the Taoist priest's eyes lit up instantly after seeing it. Unexpectedly, mugwort came from behind to connect the mausoleum area, and the Shinto in front of him The stone statues were built with such grandeur, it can be seen that the scale of the mausoleum area is not ordinary, not to mention the underground palace. This time it is considered to be here. For a prince's mausoleum of such a scale, how many treasures must be waiting for him in it?
While the grim-faced Taoist priest was lusting after him, He Siniang and Luo Laoqi also followed. They were both a little surprised when they saw the Shinto. He Siniang asked doubtfully: "We have entered the mausoleum area now? The mausoleum of King Hui is unexpectedly there. The cultivation is so explicit?" The grim-faced Taoist priest knew that He Siniang was new to the industry and had probably not encountered the emperor's tomb before, so he said: "We have just entered the tomb area, and we are still far away from finding the underground palace. Besides, if the water flow here has not been diverted, , there are rapids in front of the cliff, and the valley is filled with deadly poisonous miasma, making it impossible to get in easily."
He Siniang nodded when she heard the words. At this time, Luo Laoqi had already set foot on the Shinto. After taking only two steps, he saw a stone tablet lying on the side of the road. It may have been knocked down by the earthquake a while ago. There were many words engraved on the stone tablet. , Luo Laoqi didn't know a single Chinese character, and his head hurt when he looked at it, so he called over the grimace Taoist priest and He Siniang. The two came over and took a look, and found that the font on the stone tablet was the same as the one on the gold medal that Meng Qingyao had collected. It was the same as the ancient Zhou script of the pre-Qin Dynasty. However, the Taoist priest with a grimace could not recognize this kind of writing, so he asked He Siniang: "Can Siniang recognize the ancient Zhou script?"
He Siniang looked at the words on the stele and replied: "When I was working in Qingyao's shop, I would often go with him to the old master's shop across the street to appraise the artifacts. I knew a little about this kind of writing, but I didn't recognize much. The two largest lines of text on this stele should read, 'The moon is not visible when the clouds are clear, and the mirage is the real building.' The other small characters are a bit weathered and difficult to read. I guess they may record the life story of the owner of the tomb."
"What moon and what building do you mean by those big characters? What do you mean?" the Taoist priest with a grimace asked in confusion.
"The moon is not visible when the clouds open, and the mirage is the real building." He Siniang replied: "Why do I feel that this... looks like a riddle?"
"Riddles? Zhao Buxiang still has this hobby. He's already dying, and he's still in the mood to play riddles on the stone tablet. What do you want us to guess?"
"Looking at the meaning of the words, they don't want us to guess the location of the underground palace, right?" He Siniang asked.
The Taoist priest with a grimace shook his head and said: "The underground palace is where the owner of the tomb rests. I wish that no one would ever disturb him. How could he deliberately release a puzzle for people to find?"
"The Taoist priest thinks..."
"Oh, you two, stop guessing!" Luo Laoqi saw that the two of them were entangled again, and interjected from the side: "These idiots like to do some mysterious tricks, and you may not be able to guess the truth even if you guess. , I have found the Shinto, can’t I find out if I go in and explore it at different levels?”
