After hearing my question, Mr. Wang glanced at me with a strange expression, which I didn't understand for a moment.
He said that I haven't thought of a solution to the problem of the Eight Immortals Carrying the Coffin for the time being, but your grandfather has indeed found the solution to the Baili Corpse Monument and put it in front of us.
I was confused after hearing this, so I hurriedly looked down the mountain and found that there was nothing abnormal. Where could I find the solution?
Mr. Wang did not answer me, but reached out and slapped me on the shoulder, then asked me to hold the awl tightly and follow him down the mountain.
On the way, Mr. Wang asked me, little baby, do you remember what we were doing when we came up the mountain?
Let me tell you, didn't you say that in order to crack the Baili Corpse Monument, you must find Chen Guzi's corpse? So we went up the mountain to find his body.
Mr. Wang asked again, shall we find Camai?
Let me tell you, didn't you say that the corpse in the Baili Corpse Monument was impossible to find? Even Ming Chengzu was not found back then. How can we two find him?
Mr. Wang shook his head and said categorically that he didn't find it because he didn't ask for your grandfather's help, but the two of us have already found it.
found it? Where? Why did I not see it?
At this time, Mr. Wang and I went down to the mountainside. Mr. Wang did not continue going down, but turned right into the cemetery. Then he tapped the portrait of Chen Guzi with his chin and said, isn't this the corpse of Chen Guzi? ? It's so obvious that you didn't expect it? No wonder your grandpa didn't teach you craftsmanship, so your friendship would probably be in vain.
When I looked at Chen Guzi’s portrait, I didn’t understand it at first, but as soon as I saw the black figure half a man’s height in the distance, I suddenly understood.
Nine corpses worshiping the statue, or nine corpses worshiping the statue, must be nine corpses kneeling before the statue. Since Chen Guzi’s portrait was turned into a corpse by my grandfather, then his portrait can naturally be re-interred in place of Chen Guzi’s body!
In this way, didn't Mr. Wang and I just find Chen Guzi's body? Then the Baili Corpse Monument will naturally be broken!
Awesome, my grandpa is so awesome!
Not only did he take advantage of Chen Guzi, but he also easily destroyed Chen Guzi's Baili Corpse Monument. Damn it, I don't even know how to describe my mood at this moment.
After a night of suffering, Dongfang finally lit up with a touch of fish belly white. Mr. Wang glanced at Dongfang, sighed, and then said to me, now you know why your grandfather wanted to take away the portrait of Chen Guzi, and Would you like to leave your portrait in Chen Guzi’s mourning hall?
I nodded to show that I understood.
My grandfather took Chen Guzi’s portrait away in order to use Chen Guzi’s portrait as a corpse to complete the nine-corpse worship. I left my portrait in Chen Guzi's mourning hall to lure Mr. Wang there.
Once Mr. Wang is led there, with his knowledge and skills, he will definitely take down my portrait and replace it with Chen Guzi's portrait.
Once the portrait of Chen Guzi is put up, he will shed tears. Mr. Wang must know about the tears of the portrait and the Baili corpse monument. Plus I can blow on Chen Guzi’s spiritual tablet. Mr. Wang will soon think of going up the mountain to find Chen Guzi. corpse.
As long as Mr. Wang goes up the mountain, he will find the Eight Immortals carrying the coffin kneeling in front of the grave. In order to save their lives, Mr. Wang will arrange the Naihe Bridge in front of their knees, thus turning their bodies into corpses.
In this way, the pattern of worshiping nine corpses was immediately formed.
Once the pattern of worshiping nine corpses is formed, it will be a foregone conclusion that Chen Guzi’s portrait will turn into a corpse. Then just take the portrait back and put it in Chen Guzi’s coffin. Chen Guzi’s carefully planned Baili Corpse Monument , was broken instantly.
My grandfather discovered Chen Guzi's conspiracy, died early, went into the house later to scare me, went to Chen Guzi's house to exchange his portrait, and finally used Chen Guzi's portrait to destroy his own Baili Corpse Monument... A closed loop was formed. , it’s perfect!
Every step in this process is interconnected, and every link is perfect. I have no more words to describe my grandfather's perfect plan except to say "cow splits"--that's awesome. .
While I was sighing, Mr. Wang had already taken out two copper coins from his arms. Just like he had done with my portrait before, after a while of murmuring in a low voice and clasping his hands, he planned to use these two coins to seal the inscription on Chen Guzi's portrait. eyes.
But just when Mr. Wang was about to put the copper coins, he suddenly let out a strange scream, and then cursed and said, "It's a dog's day, even this portrait will shed tears!" ----And its eye drops have already fallen to the ground! Go, go, go! (It’s over, it’s over)!
It is no exaggeration to say that when I heard Mr. Wang’s words, I almost peed in fear!
My grandfather and Mr. Wang had obviously found a way to crack the Baili Corpse Monument, but when it came to the last step, something went wrong again.
The problem of the Eight Immortals Carrying the Coffin has not been solved yet. If there are new problems now, I... I don't know what will happen to me. I only know that my little heart is not as strong as yours and cannot accept new stimulations.
So I hurriedly bent down to take a look, and then I saw that there were indeed two lines of tears on Chen Guzi's portrait, and they had flowed to the base of the photo frame.
Mr. Wang and I were almost in sync. We immediately looked at the base of the photo frame to see how wet it was with tears.
When we looked over in the morning light, both he and I broke out in a cold sweat!
We clearly saw that the tears shed from the portrait of Chen Guzi did not spread outward after passing through the base of the photo frame. Instead, they formed a delicate small ditch and flowed straight towards the grave directly opposite the photo frame!
Its target is the grave pit containing a pool of water!
When we looked along the small ditch, even Mr. Wang, who was as calm as Mr. Wang, turned pale at this time - Chen Guzi's tears had completely flowed into the grave.
The size of this grave pit is six feet long and three feet wide, that is, 2 meters long and 1 meter wide. Compared with the area where tears spread on the table of the Eight Immortals, it is the difference between a desert and a grain of sand.
How many people will die? How many people will die?
I didn't dare to think about it anymore. My mind was in chaos. I could only look at Mr. Wang, my eyes were blank, and I was confused.
Mr. Wang also had a face full of fright. He stretched out his left hand and tapped the remaining four fingers with his thumb, as if he was thinking about something, and he kept muttering three words in his mouth, "No." Possible...impossible...impossible...'
Mr. Wang, who was halfway through the kneading, seemed to have suddenly thought of something. He stopped all movements of his hands and mouth, raised his head and stared at me. Then without any warning, he slapped me on the head with his hand. Throw it over...
