Although the field mouse demon still looked a little worried, he gradually calmed down under the guidance of Cao Zhe's calm and composed mood.
Then he quickly picked up the last residue and buried the embers with sand.
When it was three o'clock in the morning, Hongyu finally slept well, got up in a daze, and got into the grass to solve some physiological problems.
Ruby, who turned into a fox, seemed to have liberated her nature.
In some aspects, she lost the reserve of a girl.
"Taoist Priest! Where should we go next?" Hongyu used magic to attract water polo. After scrubbing all the dust off her body, she jumped onto Cao Zhe's shoulder, then squatted down and asked.
Cao Zhe pointed in the direction of the southern foot of Purple Mountain and said, "Let's go to the imperial mausoleum."
Most of the imperial mausoleums of the Ming Dynasty royal family are located at the southern foot of Purple Mountain.
Cao Zhe and others were already outside the city, and it took them less than half an hour to arrive at the imperial mausoleum.
The imperial mausoleum is protected by strong luck, and there are guards guarding the mausoleum. They are constantly patrolling the mountain. Not to mention common people, thieves, and even ordinary monsters and ghosts, they never dare to approach.
Before entering the imperial mausoleum, both Hongyu and the field mouse demon felt uncomfortable.
Cao Zhe's three grains of immortal energy also became somewhat inert under the suppression of luck and were no longer as active as before.
"Okay! You guys wait outside the imperial mausoleum, and I will go in alone." Cao Zhe left the field mouse demon and the red jade demon behind, and then used Qinggong to sneak into the imperial mausoleum like blue smoke.
Although he cannot use magic, don't forget that Cao Zhe's martial arts can, to a certain extent, simulate the effects of magic.
Martial arts is a purely self-study and internal refining technique, and is not suppressed by the luck of the dynasty.
Cao Zhe entered the imperial mausoleum alone and soon found the tomb of Emperor Qiande.
Holding the sword in hand, he opened the door of the tomb, leaving behind a shield of true energy. Cao Zhe ignored the various hidden weapons, mechanisms, and formations in the tomb, and quickly entered the main tomb.
Then he pushed open the coffin of Emperor Qiande.
Looking at the corpse of Emperor Qiande.
At this time, Emperor Qiande's body had already rotted into bones, but the color of the bones showed a bluish-red color.
"After natural death, the bones should be gray, yellow and white. If someone is poisoned, the bones will turn black. Only when someone dies under a monster, will the bones show different colors."
"From this point of view, no matter what the Queen Mother was, there was indeed something fishy about the death of Emperor Qiande."
"It's just that...in the Ming Dynasty, the national power was at its peak. Even though Emperor Luang had been struggling for more than ten years, he only had some minor setbacks and did not suffer any damage. When national power is strong, luck will be strong, and Emperor Qiande will He abdicated and became the Supreme Emperor, so his luck must still be very strong. What kind of demonic means can kill him?" Cao Zhe was puzzled.
Cao Zhe has personally experienced the suppressive power of dynasty luck.
His three grains of Immortal Qi formed a three-talent formation, and he had a very strong ability to withstand all kinds of external auras.
Even so, it is almost difficult to stand out in the face of luck suppression.
"Unless this ridiculous emperor used some harmful tricks to damage or cover up his luck, and then he was taken advantage of by demons..." Cao Zhe thought to himself.
Then they quickly arranged it around the mausoleum.
A Yuan Gathering Formation was supported by the remaining demon bones.
After gathering a massive amount of heaven and earth vitality, Cao Zhe used his true energy to shake the vitality, and then forcibly cast the soul-calling spell.
Thousands of phenomena are gathered in the corpse of Emperor Qiande.
The sky above the imperial mausoleum was covered with dark clouds, and there were faint roars of dragons.
The thunder from the sky was rolling, as if it would strike down at any moment, but it was forcibly restrained and did not really fall.
The strong wind swept the ground, withered the grass, and the ground shook continuously, as if the sleeping emperors in the imperial tombs were roaring in anger.
The soldiers patrolling the tomb began to quickly explore the entrances of various tombs to see if anything was wrong.
However, at the entrance of Emperor Qiande's mausoleum, Cao Zhe used his true energy to turn into a mysterious light, which refracted the line of sight and diverted the attention of the soldiers, so that they did not notice anything strange at the entrance.
Inside the tomb, the bones of Emperor Qiande began to float.
Under the infusion of huge vitality, the remaining soul essence in the corpse was reluctantly gathered into a spirit.
Emperor Qiande, the real three souls and seven souls have been returned to the underworld. If Cao Zhe wants to ask for it, he has to go to the underworld, not to mention whether the judge of the underworld and the king of hell will give him face, even if he gives... the soul of the emperor of the world , is also extraordinary, how can it be so easy to interrogate?
So Cao Zhe simply squeezed the remaining soul fragments from Emperor Qiande's bones and temporarily condensed them into a spirit.
This spirit can be said to be the Qiande Emperor, but it can also be said to be just a temporary product of his memory and bones, infused with vitality.
Finally, the corpse of Emperor Qiande opened his mouth.
The blue-red skull twisted twice.
He looked at Cao Zhe with his empty eyes.
Cao Zhe took out a piece of Ganoderma lucidum from the yellow gourd and stuffed it into the skull's mouth with a flick of his finger.
After a while, a tongue grew out of the skull's mouth, and eyes temporarily grew out of the eye holes.
"Is there any more? Give me some more!" The skull looked at Cao Zhe and said the first sentence.
"It's useless to give it to you. You only have one stick of incense at most, and then it will disappear." Cao Zhe said.
Emperor Qiande was not Dugu Qiubai. Without Dugu Qiubai's firm and strong will, it was naturally impossible for him to live a new life with just a little soul.
Unexpectedly, the skull heard the words and said happily: "One stick of incense? One stick of incense is enough! Enough for three times. Hurry! Send me to Chuxiu Palace!"
Cao Zhe was speechless. The emperor... died well.
When a normal person is resurrected and sees a stranger in his tomb, if he is not questioning the purpose, but also begging for rescue, hoping to live a few more years.
It's really weird for Emperor Qiande to want to take the opportunity to fire a few shots as soon as he comes back to life.
"Okay! Stop thinking about such useless things."
"Tell me how you died!"
"Hurry up, we are all very busy." Cao Zhe interrupted the skull's delusion.
The skull picked up the sample, coughed dryly and said, "You want to know?"
"I won't say anything unless you restore my physical body and send me to Chuxiu Palace."
Cao Zhe sneered and said, "Are you sure you can still return to the palace? After leaving this mausoleum, with your current appearance and temperament, the fate of the dynasty will be crushed in minutes."
The skull smacked his lips in regret, and then said: "Then...send me to Antai's house! He knows my preferences best and will make appropriate arrangements."
An Tai was a famous corrupt official in the Qiande Dynasty and the most loyal henchman of the Qiande Emperor.
Half of Emperor Qiande's absurdities were facilitated by this corrupt official.
"Don't worry, An Tai only left a month later than you, and was implicated for three generations. I heard that the remaining descendants have changed their names and no longer recognize their ancestors." Cao Zhe said.
Of course, these words were actually made by Cao Zhe.
An Tai is dead, but the An family is actually still there. After all, Emperor Qiande is still very good to his bitch.
The eldest son of An Tai married the sister of Emperor Yuanfeng.
No matter how much Emperor Yuanfeng hated Antai, he launched a liquidation.
He also had to leave a way for his sister to survive.
Although Tianjia says that he is ruthless, he still has to look at people specifically.
Emperor Yuanfeng was not a mean, unkind, ruthless emperor.
