Feng Shui: Opening Secret Nine Money Raising Corpse Caves

After crying for a while in front of the mural, Lin Hui helped the grandpa of the Mao family to move forward slowly.

During the period, I also saw this soul painter describe the modern objects he saw with the eyes of the ancients. For example, the telephone has become ears with wires under his pen, and the electric lights are torches... and people's attire is also slowly changing. slowly changing.

People in ancient times had long hair and buns on their heads.The painter erected a pattern like a wooden strip on a round head.

Most of the modern people have short hair, so he simply painted the upper half of the round head of the modern people black.

"Hey, don't tell me. The expert who drew this picture is really observant. Look here, he even drew the urinal in the public toilet."

Taigong's words made everyone laugh, which finally diluted the atmosphere of grief and indignation just now.

It's just that the subsequent paintings are no longer so precise, and even just some lines, no one can understand what the author wants to express at all.

Everyone looked at Lin Hui, and Lin Hui could only shrug his shoulders and continue walking forward.

He led the crowd to the end of the passage, and here was another door, on which was written in seal characters: Zhang Mozhi's tomb.

Only then did Lin Hui know that the owner of the tomb was Zhang Mo.

He bowed down to the gate and kowtowed three times. Others followed Lin Hui's example and kowtowed three times to the gate.

Lin Hui held the cold door with his hands, and muttered in his mouth: "It is really helpless for Lin Hui to disturb Senior Zhang's peace today. I hope Senior will forgive me!"

After finishing speaking, he pushed hard, and the seemingly heavy iron door was pushed open by him.

I saw a sinister breath suddenly coming from the crack of the door.

Lin Hui immediately asked everyone to wear breathing masks loudly, and immediately pulled the door back and closed it tightly.

Only then did he heave a long sigh of relief. Everyone was let down by the long mural.

Lin Hui called out to everyone at this time: "Is everyone alright?"

"It's okay, boss. We're all fine."

Fortunately, the breath just now is not as toxic as some tombs.

Putting on the mask, Lin Hui pushed open the iron door again.

At this time, what caught everyone's eyes was a tomb, and a chair was placed in the middle of the tomb.

But what attracts everyone's attention most is the hundreds of skeletons hanging on the walls of the tomb.

Moreover, the clothes on these skeletons are obviously not the same style, and some of them are still wearing armor and hanging on the wall.

"They were hanged alive..."

Some experts who have done in-depth research on this aspect spoke, and some even approached these skeletons to observe them carefully.

"Fuck me, they are the emperors of those ten countries..."

"what?"

Lin Hui and the others were stunned. Are these the emperors of those ten countries?
Didn't it mean that those countries don't have emperors now?Is it because the emperor was hanged here, so there is no more?

A series of questions linger in everyone's mind.

"They were hanged here 500 years ago. The owner of this tomb didn't want their descendants to harm the Dragon Kingdom, so he went to those countries to catch them and hang them alive here."

"..."

This Zhang Mo is really a ruthless person.

But if Lin Hui were to be Zhang Mo, he would probably do the same thing, even more radically.

These experts began to decipher the information about these skeletons on the small writing on the wall.

The most shocking thing is the book on the chair in the middle. This book is written in modern dragon script, and the title of the book is "Book for Later Generations".

A few experts put on white gloves and slowly opened the book written in modern Longwen.

"It turns out that the owner of this tomb developed a function when he was practicing Xuangong. He can see the future world..."

"So the murals outside were all witnessed by him when he was practicing..."

Lin Hui was already on the spot.

"Ding, the host discovered the spiritual anchor point left by the master 50 years ago. Should you spend 100 merit points to activate the anchor point?"

"Start it."

While others are still flipping through this booklet, he has already had a time-space friendship with the owner of the booklet.

Lin Hui saw a figure by a river, the figure was not clear, but it was obviously waving to him.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time."

"Senior Zhang Mo?"

The figure flickered for a moment at this moment, but soon regained its composure.

"Zhang Mo? I've used this name before, but I call it 'time' more."

"what?"

"This is a long river of time. You can watch any part of it you want, and you can even see the future, or a changed future timeline."

Lin Hui was intimidated by the words of this figure at this time. There is indeed a long river in front of him, and there are indeed countless fragments appearing in the river. As long as Lin Hui is willing to observe this period of time carefully, he will be able to obtain the time in this period of time. The ins and outs of things.

"Senior, is there a price to pay?"

Lin Hui believes that there is no free lunch in this world.

"You can use merit, or you can use national fortune. I accept all kinds of payment."

"Well, I don't have such a need."

Lin Hui shrugged and said to the figure.

"Forget it, I also know that you must have made such a choice. It's just that you don't give up and ask one more question. In addition, this time, you rejected me 760 times. One more time is not too much, and one less time is not less gone."

This Zhang Mo's words made Lin Hui feel overwhelmed. Could it be... there are more than three thousand me in parallel worlds?

He could not imagine.

"By the way, this is my predecessor... Or rather, the insight given to you 500 years ago. You can treat it as... well, my early investment in you. Come on, young man... I am optimistic about you .”

I saw that figure waved Lin Hui out of the bank of the long river of time.

Although Lin Hui was kicked out, he still found a ball of light emitting mysterious light in his soul.

"Ding, I found the spiritual imprint left by a certain expert 500 years ago, do you want to absorb it?"

"Absorb it."

For a moment, Lin Hui's mind roared.

As if being completely disrupted by a super powerful tornado, his consciousness was almost on the verge of extinction.

Fortunately, Tianshi Zhuan urgently protected his soul at this moment, which made him breathe a sigh of relief.

Tornadoes come and go quickly.

At this time, a powerful thought poured Lin Hui with a lot of information, about Xuangong, about Fengshui, about this mausoleum, so much that he could hardly believe that this is the knowledge that a person has learned in a lifetime .

"It's too exaggerated. This senior alone can learn as much as a small civilization."