Gao Qiang moved very quickly. Not long after Feng Linwen's order was issued, a large number of workers were summoned. Even standing high up in the palace, it seemed that the noise coming from the distant mountains could be faintly heard.
Repairing the imperial mausoleum is an act of filial piety, and all expenses will be paid for by the palace treasury, so naturally there will be no short-sighted objections.
As night fell, Feng Linwen was lying in Concubine Rong's warm and spacious arms, dreaming sweetly.
In his daze, Feng Linmo seemed to hear a gentle call.
"Your Majesty! Your Majesty!" The voice was kind and seemed to be very familiar.
On the horizon in the distance, a middle-aged man wearing a red dragon robe, with a majestic face and a smile on his face was striding towards him.
"Your Majesty! Are you really my Prince?" The middle-aged man looked at Feng Linyi excitedly, as if waiting for Feng Linyi's response.
After looking around, Feng Linwen sneered: "Want to enchant me with dreams? Come on, Kru! Come out to work!"
Kruba, who had been manipulated by Feng Linye for a long time and had no divine majesty, now manifested his majestic true body in this hazy dream.
Tall, terrifying, evil, and immortal that runs through time as if it were eternal.
The octopus head, body, and whole body were filled with a groggy and misty atmosphere. The bat wings behind it were more like two extremely majestic dark clouds, shrouding it, as if directly covering the entire world.
The middle-aged man looked at the sudden appearance of the majestic god with a stiff expression, his expression could no longer be described as broken.
The next moment, without hesitation, he would turn into a little spiritual light and exit Feng Linwen's dream.
Bang!
The dream seems to be real, and the invisible barrier is now an iron wall for the middle-aged.
Invisible chains are derived from dreams, binding the middle-aged people tightly.
In the dragon-like roar, the middle-aged appearance was broken, and what quickly swelled was a giant turtle covered in scales and with short horns on its head. The giant turtle controls the water waves, constantly hitting the originally rough and unrefined dream, trying to tear this originally illusory world into pieces.
But the huge waves were swallowed up in the sea, and the dark clouds in the distance became extremely real.
An ancient and gloomy world emerged from the bottom of the sea.
Everything is beginning to make it difficult to distinguish between true and false.
"I wonder who can enter my dream and want to bewitch me. It turns out to be you, an old turtle!" Although Feng Linmo said this, he actually knew for a long time that the person who did such a trick was not a person. This old turtle belongs to none other than this. He has the emperor's dragon energy to protect him, and other spells cannot be used on him. Only a special being like Old Oogway who has combined with the remaining dragon energy of past emperors and is closely related to Emperor Jing can perform such a dream-entering technique. , quietly sneaking into his dreams.
Hearing Feng Linyi's voice, the struggling old turtle suddenly stopped moving, rolled his eyes, and suddenly roared loudly at Feng Linyi: "It turns out to be your kid!"
He obviously recognized Feng Linyi from his tone.
Of course... this is also because Feng Linwen deliberately didn't hide it.
"Wait a minute, you lured me into the trap on purpose! What do you want to do?" The old turtle was not stupid, he could even be said to be very smart. He originally just thought that it was the emperor who wanted to repair the imperial mausoleum on a whim. But when he knew Feng Linyi's identity, he was very sure that this was a trap that would lure him into the trap.
The old turtle's body was still locked in the imperial mausoleum, and it was only his soul that invaded Feng Lin's dream at this moment.
"I don't want to do anything. I just have some questions that I can't understand. I want you to give me answers, senior. If you cooperate, I will let you go before dawn. Otherwise... He will pull you into the eternal world. In the dream, you can no longer return to your soul. And your body will gradually lose its vitality because you have lost the master of your soul." Feng Linwen pointed at Kruba who was standing in the waves of the sea.
The old turtle glanced at Kruba with great fear. Even on the turtle's face, many complicated emotions could still be seen.
"What do you want to ask? Old Turtle, I got caught today, so naturally I know everything." Old Turtle said knowingly.
Feng Linyi clapped his hands and said, "Okay! Enjoy it! I just want to know... how many corpses of previous kings were lost in the imperial mausoleum."
When dealing with a treacherous person like Old Turtle, you can't take it lightly just because he seems to be submissive.
Therefore, Feng Linwen did not ask whether the emperor's corpse was lost in the imperial mausoleum, but directly affirmed this conclusion, and instead asked how many were lost.
"What?" There was a trace of confusion and confusion in the old turtle's expression, as if he didn't understand Feng Linwen's question for a moment.
"Kru! Teach him how to be a turtle!" Feng Linwen didn't waste any time and waved to the tall figure.
The next moment, the huge waves turned into dozens of tentacles, which penetrated through the gaps in the old turtle's shell, and then whipped it.
The pain intensified by the dream made the old turtle miserable.
"I said! I said... stop fighting! I said! There are nine corpses in total, nine emperor corpses are missing." said the old turtle.
Feng Linwen combined the pictures he saw through the Crewe Bar before and nodded.
He didn't lie.
"Tell me, who stole the emperor's corpse, and what kind of cooperation did you have with that person?" Feng Linwen actually had a conclusion in his mind, but he needed to guide the old turtle to tell him something he didn't know.
Now that he has opened his mouth, Old Turtle is not a resolute person who refuses to let go, so he said frankly: "It's Cheng Penghai, Cheng Penghai, the current academician. Ten years ago, he came up to the mountain to find me and made a deal with me. , and took away nine emperor corpses."
"Then what benefits did he promise you?" Feng Linwen then asked.
The old turtle said dejectedly: "He gave me a manuscript."
"What kind of note?" Feng Linwen continued to ask.
"Twelve hundred years ago, Taoist Yunkong's cultivation manual! It records the secret of how to break through from seeing the gods to the five clouds." Old Oogway said frankly.
Then the old turtle said: "If you are interested, let me go back and I will give you the letter immediately."
Feng Linyi sneered and said: "No, I trust you very much, so...just stay here and write the content silently!"
This is the world of dreams, and no matter how real it becomes due to Crewe, it is always just a dream.
Here, as long as the old turtle is willing to be exposed, he can compile a book with just one thought and turn the notes in his memory into reality.
The old turtle seemed to still want to struggle, but when Kruba approached him, he trembled all over and felt an indescribable terror. Before he had time to think about it, he made something out of nothing, and in front of Feng Linwen, a black book was condensed. Notes.
After taking the letter, Feng Linwen opened it directly.
What is recorded in the handbook is not only the cultivation experience, but also some experiences of former Taoist Yunkong and so on.
When he turned to one of the pages, Feng Linwen was slightly stunned. He seemed to have found the answer in it.
"The Nine Emperors Pilgrimage Curse... It seems that Cheng Penghai used this method to curse the late emperor to death. And now... he wants to follow the same method and get rid of me."
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