Zhang Zhiwei walked all the way to the southeast corner of the imperial mausoleum. He looked thoughtfully at the square entrance leading to the imperial mausoleum in front of him.
When he received the distress signal from Xin Yuan, he was actually surprised. Xin Yuan was born from his soul. Although he did not have a physical body, his sexual cultivation was not much different from his.
Even though he later used the true fire of Samadhi to burn him back to before liberation, after such a long period of cultivation, his voice has recovered a lot, and it should be about 70% of his sexual cultivation.
With this kind of strength, there should be few opponents in the interior. Zhang Zhiwei found it a bit incredible that the boat overturned. He had always been very aware of his own strength.
Many people today are obsessed with the superiority brought by magic, and few are dedicated to polishing their lives. The same goes for those old-timers. Therefore, for most aliens, it is not that the older they are, the stronger they are, and more It depends on the means.
The person who came from the interior to attack him before was a good example. He had mediocre cultivation, but relied on a strange skill to have the courage to show off in front of him.
It was precisely because of this that he felt relieved and went out to chase the ape, but he did not expect that the national master would never return.
"It seems that the guy named Shanqi, in addition to being able to walk in the interior, also has some very powerful methods? Is it a method similar to the spirit-detaining general that has absolute suppression on the soul body?"
Zhang Zhiwei made some guesses in his mind.
However, he is not afraid. His soul and body are one and the same. Purely targeted and life-saving methods are greatly compromised in front of him.
Unless it can be devastating, defeating his life in one fell swoop.
And this kind of people are all in legends!
Zhang Zhiwei Shiran walked in. Inside was a wide and long passage that led deep down. Two rows of small lamps were lit on both sides of the passage. They were made of bronze and were shaped like a palace maid sitting on her knees, holding a lamp in one hand and the other. The sleeve of one hand was gathered over the lampshade.
The Changxin palace lantern is a Chinese lantern with a perfect design. The oil enters from below and the smoke flows away from the sleeves. It can burn for a long time. There are many such lanterns in the Tianshi Mansion. They are still from the generation of the ancestor Tianshi. , with a history of nearly two thousand years, and they are all cultural relics.
Among them, the two lamps in the Immortal Palace in the Great Shangqing Palace are said to have been burning for thousands of years and have never been extinguished. Zhang Zhiwei once wondered what kind of lamp oil could burn for so long. Is it the grease of the legendary East China Sea sharks or something like that?
After some investigation, I discovered that the reason why the lamp has survived for thousands of years is because there is a super large lamp oil tank under the lamp, and Taoist priests regularly refuel it, so it never goes out.
Zhang Zhiwei looked at the lights on both sides of the passage and noticed some subtle conditions. He blew forward and a gust of wind blew through, but the conditions caused were different.
The light in front of him flickered quickly, but after two breaths, another light flickered, and then, the light behind him flickered again after a while...
"The changes caused by the airflow blowing through the channel are different, sometimes faster and sometimes slower. This shows that the time flow rate in this channel is different, that is, the solar terms are chaotic. It is a natural Qi pattern that makes people difficult to guard against. No wonder there is no People are guarding this place!"
Zhang Zhiwei held his breath and felt the chaotic solar terms ahead. If he wanted to get through, he had two options. One was to stimulate his own solar terms to correct the chaos and open up a path; the other was to find the rules.
"If it is a man-made Qi Bureau, it would be difficult to find the rules, but this is a natural Qi Bureau that is based on the dragon vein itself, so the rules should not be difficult to find!"
Zhang Zhiwei closed his eyes, sat high on the spiritual platform, and spread his thoughts. After careful sensing, he found that a seemingly invisible wind blew from the back of his head and meandered in the Qi Bureau.
He also sensed what Feng Baobao and Wu Gensheng could sense. Zhang Zhiwei followed this feeling and walked in the passage.
As he walked, he looked around. There were some strange stone statues erected on both sides of the passage. These should be the Shinto of the imperial mausoleum!
The so-called Shinto means actually the same as the ghost path, which is the road leading to the grave. The ancients said, "A path is opened in front of a tomb and stone pillars are built as a mark. This is called a sacred path."
In the eyes of the ancients, once you set foot on the road leading to the tomb, you are walking in the netherworld. The stone men and horses on both sides of the Shinto are all followers of the tomb owner.
The end of the Shinto usually leads to the underworld where the tomb owner is worshipped.
Zhang Zhiwei walked struttingly along the Shinto, sometimes going straight and sometimes meandering. As he went deeper and deeper, murals began to appear on both sides of the Shinto.
The murals are not about unicorns and phoenixes, but ordinary wild beasts in the mountains and forests, such as wild boars and pheasants. If these murals appeared in other places, they would undoubtedly give people a sense of exquisiteness, but this is the imperial mausoleum. , it’s a bit nondescript.
However, Zhang Zhiwei was not surprised. This imperial mausoleum was built in the early Qing Dynasty. At that time, the cultural level of the Qing Dynasty was generally not high. It was already rare to have such a masterpiece.
You must know that the name of the emperor who laid the foundation of the Manchu Qing Dynasty, "Nurhachi", is transliterated. If it is a free translation, it means "wild boar skin".
The later "Dorgon" translated as "badger".
"Duduo" translates as "placenta".
"Ajige" is translated into Chinese as "Old Pimple"!
Who would be a serious person to name his son after Placenta?
The names of these elder brothers are all of this virtuous nature, but the names of other princes and nobles are even more elegant.
For example, Belyuto, whose name means "fool", and General Sitku, whose name means "urine on the kang".
Therefore, Zhang Zhiwei would not be surprised even if he saw something nondescript in this imperial mausoleum.
Keep walking along the Shinto, and there is a large and wide door in front of you. This door is ajar and not closed.
"Did the Japanese pirates open it, or was it never closed in the first place?"
Zhang Zhiwei took a look and found that the door was quite complete, with no trace of violent breakage. Even the door itself had no bolts or sealing paint, which showed that the imperial mausoleum was not sealed at all.
"This imperial mausoleum was built on the dragon's veins. It should be regarded as the foundation for the rise of the Aixinjueluo family. If I remember correctly, shopkeeper Liu once said that many generations of Manchu kings had repaired this place!"
Zhang Zhiwei pushed the door open and entered. As soon as he entered, he saw sculptures on both sides of the stairs. These sculptures did not look like mighty soldiers like the Terracotta Warriors and Horses, but a group of eunuchs kneeling to pay their respects.
The paintings on them are very well preserved, and even the details on the characters are perfect. Even the flattering expressions are clearly visible, so you can tell at a glance that they are eunuchs.
Zhang Zhiwei glanced at it and continued to move forward along the passage.
On the way, you can occasionally see scattered corpses, most of which are soldiers wearing Japanese pirate uniforms. They look like they have been dead for some time.
Zhang Zhiwei estimated that when he first came here, he didn't follow the rules and died in the Qi Bureau!
Continuing along the Shinto, you can see some tombs along the way, which contain not coffins, but some tea leaves, special animal skins, clay pots and other things.
When the ancients designed their own tombs, they often buried some things that the owner of the tomb liked during his lifetime. When Nurhaci was a child, his ethnic group often did business with the Ming Dynasty.
Because of the scarcity of materials and lack of gold and silver, they usually exchange things for things. A piece of wild boar skin can be exchanged for nearly two kilograms of tea leaves.
Tea was very expensive at that time, and most people couldn't afford it. It can be seen that the name Nurhaci symbolizes wealth, at least it is much better than placenta and the like.
Zhang Zhiwei followed the flow of solar terms and headed straight to the place where Xin Yuan sent the distress signal. He was not curious about the tombs or anything like that.
However, when he approached a certain area, he was still shocked because the scene there caught him off guard.
I saw some square tunnels ahead, with rows of corpses lying in random directions, giving people a strong sense of depression.
Zhang Zhiwei has killed many people over the years, but this is the first time he has seen so many dead people.
"Burial pit?"
Zhang Zhiwei looked around expressionlessly. Most of the dead people here were wearing laborers' clothes.
He guessed that these were workers who were repairing the imperial tomb. Everything in the imperial tomb, especially the rules of the Qi Bureau, were top priorities and it was impossible for them to take them out.
So after the imperial mausoleum was built, they should have been buried directly.
Zhang Zhiwei continued to move forward. In fact, he, Lu Jin and others had discussed this matter when they came.
At that time, Lu Jin said that it would take a lot of effort to build an imperial mausoleum in Changbai Mountain. It would consume a huge amount of manpower and material resources. Logically speaking, this matter should be widely spread, but why are so few heard about it?
At that time, he said that he might have been buried, but he didn't expect that his words turned out to be a prophecy. He had already expected this kind of thing, but the impact on him was far less profound than seeing it with his own eyes.
Continuing forward, there are two more burial pits on the left and right sides, but unlike the previous one where the corpses were randomly placed in random directions, these two burial pits are very regular.
The pit was full of soldiers wearing Ming armor. They knelt on the left and right sides, neatly forming two large square formations.
He walked in the middle as if he was being worshiped by these Ming soldiers.
"Is it similar to terracotta warriors and horses or a dead person?" Zhang Zhiwei touched it with golden light and concluded that it was not terracotta warriors and horses, but a dead person that had been specially processed and dried, so the corpse had not turned into bones.
Then, he discovered that many of the two dead phalanxes only had one head, and the lower body of the head was made of paper.
"A living head, a body made of paper!"
Zhang Zhiwei thought of a possibility. In ancient times, war merit was calculated based on the heads of enemies. These might be Ming soldiers on the battlefield. Their heads were cut off by the Qing army, and their bodies were made of paper, put on armor, and dried. Later, they were used as burial objects.
The implication is that in order to conquer them in every life, even after death, they must always kneel down and worship him.
"It seems the grudges run deep!"
Zhang Zhiwei muttered to himself, ignored this and continued to move forward.
There are still many burial pits in front, and there are even concubines buried in them.
He was not interested in this and did not stop along the way, passing one tomb after another until he came to a huge screen wall.
A screen wall is usually built in front of the gate to block the sight of passers-by. In Kanyu theory, it is also a Feng Shui wall that encloses the Feng Shui of a residence.
Screen walls are not uncommon. They can be seen in the imperial palace, the Forbidden City, the royal gardens and villas, and even in the streets and alleys of the capital.
But such a huge one is rare. The screen wall in front of it is more than five meters high and goes straight to the top of the tomb. It is gilded and more than ten meters wide, directly separating the Shinto.
On the screen wall, there is a painting. A painter of extremely high standards painted a towering sky dyed red with blood, running river waves, and a rich and unparalleled smell of blood.
This is a battlefield, and it is the cruelest ancient battlefield. The densely packed elites are like waves and dark clouds, surrounding a city. There are forests of swords and guns. The dense murderous intention has covered the world with a thick layer of clouds.
A work that is so beautiful that it makes people want to cry, with its overwhelming violence, killing, and death...
The artist's brushwork melted into one furnace, allowing Zhang Zhiwei to clearly feel the murderous intent and bloody evil on the battlefield.
This was the most shocking thing Zhang Zhiwei had seen since he entered the tomb. He looked at the writing under the screen wall, which read the four characters Fan Wencheng.
"It turns out this person painted it, no wonder it has such charm!"
Zhang Zhiwei sighed in admiration, walked around the screen wall and entered it.
According to the order of Shinto and Zhaobi, he now stepped into the underworld where the coffin was enshrined.
As soon as he entered, a strong smell of blood hit his nostrils.
On the ground behind the screen wall, there were corpses scattered everywhere, maybe fifty, maybe a hundred, or even more, like a hell slaughterhouse.
The sticky red slowly crawled, as if buckets of red paint were poured on it, leaving a wanton splash of red on the ground, like ink dripping on paper.
Zhang Zhiwei glanced at these corpses. Judging from their clothes, most of these corpses were Japanese pirates. They should have died recently, and some of them were still steaming.
As for the state of death of the corpse...
It gave Zhang Zhiwei a very inconsistent feeling, as if they were caught by something in their hands and twisted hard.
It was like twisting a towel, crushing and twisting the whole body, wringing out all the blood.
Only in this way can such a large amount of bleeding be caused.
"It seems that a massacre occurred here not long ago, but who did it?!"
Zhang Zhiwei was a little confused. The Alien Alliance hadn't come in yet, so Nurhachi couldn't transform into a zombie and kill everyone here.
"Come on, no matter who you are, wait until Master Dao gets the Imperial Master out first!"
Zhang Zhiwei walked on the blood. In order to prevent the blood under his feet from soaking his shoes, he protected his whole body with golden light and continued to go deeper.
There are also lights here, but they are not permanent lights, but buckets of kerosene lamps. The oil buckets are industrial iron buckets. It looks like the layout of the Japanese pirates here.
These lights are very bright, and the light of the lights is like a sharp sword, illuminating everything around them.
It's a large, majestic and quiet place. The layout is somewhat similar to that of the palaces in the Forbidden City, but it's not whitewashed.
Zhang Zhiwei was not interested in this and walked directly to the tomb deep in the underworld without stopping.
As soon as he entered, he saw fifteen coffins densely packed inside.
One of them was made of alloy, covered with yellow talismans, and tied with iron ropes, but the iron ropes were broken.
Zhang Zhiwei leaned over and took a look, only to see that the coffins were empty and the bodies inside were missing.
"Why are there so many coffins and corpses? Are the corpses transformed? The corpses outside are all made of zombies inside?"
Zhang Zhiwei was just wondering when he noticed that not far away, a pile of corpses were sitting cross-legged in the position of the Five Elements and Bagua of Qimen.
Some of these corpses were wearing official robes from the Qing Dynasty and looked old.
But for some reason, it didn't rot, it just shriveled up. The muscles and skin all over the body shriveled and clung to the bones. Even the eyeballs were only dehydrated, and the pupils were dilated.
The last sight seemed to be fixed in the endless distance, with a kind of unwillingness to rest in peace.
Some of the corpses were very fresh, wearing large cotton-padded jackets or priest robes. They looked like they had just died, and even the corpses were a little warm.
"There are some machines that are not damaged, but their souls are completely destroyed. Was it a monkey attack?"
Zhang Zhiwei stared at the placement of the corpse and vaguely understood that there seemed to be some kind of formation here, "The formation was set up to deal with the monkey smash, so the monkey smash overturned."
There was no time to think too much, maybe after arriving here, the distance was very close, Houshang sensed his approach, and the cry for help became more and more urgent.
"Zhizhizhi..."
"Zhizhizhi..."
Boss, you are here, you are finally here, I have been waiting for you for a long time, woo woo woo...
Fish for me, fish for me. During these days, I have been diligently sorting out the five elements!
I'm almost done with the task you gave me before, to reconcile the balance between liver wood and kidney water.
But this damn thing makes me feel so uncomfortable. I'm just a cute and cute little monkey. If I can't bear it, I feel like my soul is going to be wiped out. Boss, you don't want to fail in the end...
Zhang Zhiwei: "…………"
Why does it feel weird?
"Don't panic, be quiet and let me think of a solution. You are now in the interior scene, in the interior scene of the world here. I have to find a sense of how to get in and fish you out!"
Zhang Zhiwei said that through Shanqi's soul summoning, he had actually stepped into the inner scene.
Although he was quickly ostracized, when it comes to doing things, it is always the first time and the second time.
He still had a lot of insights during the previous entry and exit, but he didn't calm down to think about it, and his insights were not systematic. But even so, he understood some things in the interior scene.
It is actually not difficult to enter the spiritual world of this world, but it requires meditation and entry through the soul.
If it was a safe place, it would be okay to do this, but in the current situation, it was obviously inappropriate.
Monkey smashed the car over in the interior scene. The guy named Shanqi may have a killer move to deal with the soul.
If he separates his soul from the unresolved state of life and death and goes to the spiritual world, what if he falls into a trap?
This kind of trick is not unheard of. Later, the spirit-binding general in the Eight Wonders of Skills was like this. As long as it is a spirit, it can't make any waves in its hands. It is as strong as Liu Kunsheng, but it also turned into a trembling beast in front of a third-rate thing. kitten.
Zhang Zhiwei is very reckless, but he is also able to think before he acts recklessly. He will only act recklessly after he has concluded that direct crushing with super power is the best solution. Now that there is obvious danger, he will naturally not put himself in danger.
Moreover, even if there are no traps in the interior, what if he is meditating here and is attacked?
"We have to think of a perfect solution!"
Zhang Zhiwei thought for a while, and an idea came to his mind, like before, he would step into the interior for the first time.
But you have to find some means to deceive the secret of heaven, and it's best if you don't suffer backlash.
(End of chapter)
