Tomb Robber: I, Chen Yulou, am dedicated to cultivating immortality!

Ships enter port.

A group of people went down from the raised plank.

After crossing the ancient ferry, in front of you is Wuxi, which is built on the mountains and by the water. On both sides, there are towering cliffs, rolling mountains, clouds and fog, dense forests and strange rocks, all of which are hidden in the fog, making it difficult to get a glimpse of the beautiful scenery.

Wuxi and Wushan both contain the word "Wu".

There are two reasons.

One is two small cities built around Wushan Mountain.

It has been said since ancient times that Wushan has clouds in the morning and rain in the evening, and the goddess is hazy and distant.

The second is that this place was the fief and burial place of Wu Xian in ancient times. This man was born in the Tang Yao era, was good at astrology, and invented the method of divination. He also used witchcraft to treat people and was very famous.

Beyond this.

In fact, there is another reason.

Wuxi and Wushan were the capitals of the State of Ba many years ago. The State of Ba was best at witchcraft and Nuo magic. As time went by, the word "Wu" was used to name the country.

Nowadays, there are still many people practicing witchcraft in both places.

But most of them are hidden in deep mountains and forests.

Just like the people who raise Gu in Miaojiang.

The dragon is always seen from the head but not the tail.

After crossing the ferry and entering the small town, it is called a county, but in fact it is just a water town.

The Daning River passes through Raozhen.

Springs in the mountains converge to form a gurgling stream, dividing the town into two, with many businesses and shops open for business on both sides.

Spreading out on both sides of the cliffs are ordinary houses.

A lamp hanging in front of the door.

Erratic.

It's like falling in the clouds.

It’s no wonder that they felt like they had suddenly entered the fox fairy ghost market described in strange stories.

It was just getting dark.

The town is quite lively.

Crowds of people hurried past.

The small stall at the door was filled with men who had just returned from work. They had bare chests and arms, and were fanning themselves with straw hats. Each of them had a cup of rice wine in his hand, and they were speaking the local dialect that was incomprehensible.

There are also fishermen returning from fishing and old farmers busy in the fields.

Wearing stars and wearing moon.

Busy and lively.

Smoke from cooking rises in the clouds.

The atmosphere is full of the hustle and bustle of the city.

"Strange, I haven't heard of any mining here in Wuxi. Why do those people look like they just came back from a mine?"

Walked around.

The few of them finally found a restaurant and took a seat by the window, facing the peaks of the thousands of mountains. Every household was brightly lit.

While waiting for the food to be served.

Yang Fang suddenly remembered what he had seen on the street before and couldn't help but ask curiously.

"Witch Salt Mine!"

Chen Yulou explained casually.

"This place has been producing mountain salt since ancient times. Although the quality is average, the price is low. Many people in the town have opened mines privately to make a living."

You must know that no matter which dynasty, salt and iron are regulated and banned items.

Firmly controlled by the government.

Not to mention illegal mining, even trafficking is a capital crime.

However, in the highly profitable business, there is never a shortage of ruthless people who are not afraid of death.

Wuxi is located in a remote area, and most of the mines are located deep in the dense forests and cliffs. In addition, most of the people in the town are from the same clan, and mining and trafficking are integrated into one.

For thousands of years.

They actually did it.

Countless wealthy families emerged from the smuggling of salt.

These people are very cunning, most of them would take advantage of the situation and move away early to clean up their mess. Some of them would buy land deeds and become rich, or they would change their careers and do some legitimate business.

The remaining poor people had nowhere to go and could only stay in Wuxi Town and work in mines and salt for others.

Over a thousand years.

There were no less than a thousand mines of various sizes in the Wuxi area, but by the end of the Qing Dynasty, they had all been mined out by the Planning Bureau, and the few mines that remained were mostly buried deep underground.

If you are lucky, you can pick dozens of kilograms in a day.

If you are unlucky, you may not see a single grain of salt for half a month.

I can only barely support my family.

The consequence of such mining is that the entire Wuxi Mountains are filled with abandoned mines.

On weekdays, every household has to restrain their children and strictly prohibit them from going to the mountains.

Otherwise, if you are not careful, you might miss a step and fall deep into the mine, and even your body may not be found.

"So that's it."

I heard his explanation.

Yang Fang suddenly realized.

No wonder he had sensed a strong smell of salt on the miners before.

As they were talking, the waiter had already brought up the prepared dishes.

"Eat, eat."

Seeing this, everyone stopped chatting in tacit understanding.

Wuxi is not like Wushan, and there are fewer unfamiliar faces there. What they are talking about is the Wuyan Mine. If it attracts the attention of someone with ulterior motives, it will be troublesome.

Everyone present is a veteran with extensive experience in the industry.

Know this very well.

Don’t talk about this anymore, just pick up your chopsticks and eat.

Wuxi and Wushan are not far from each other, and the dishes are similar, especially a plate of grilled fish with red chili oil, the steaming hot and burnt aroma almost hits you in the face.

Just smelling the fragrance made everyone's mouth water.

How can I care about anything else?

Everyone was excited.

There were only Bai Banla and Yuan Hong. One of them was from the north and couldn't eat spicy food, while the latter was a mountain monkey who couldn't taste it at all.

In desperation.

I could only ask the waiter to bring a few lighter dishes.

However, Chen Yulou and his friends, who were born in western Hunan, love spicy food.

Arriving in Sichuan feels like returning home.

It is humid to sail across water, especially in Wuxi. The climate is so humid that you can almost squeeze water out of it. It is perfect for eating spicy food. After a mouthful of soup, rice, fish and meat, you will sweat all over and feel indescribably comfortable.

There was a hissing sound, and Bai Banla grimaced.

Just smelling the pungent spicy smell made his scalp tingle. He really couldn't understand how Manager Chen and the others could eat it.

As the night deepened, the lights in the town outside the window slowly went out.

The full moon hangs in the sky.

The group finally put down their bowls and chopsticks with satisfaction.

I just feel indescribably satisfied.

"According to the time, Taoist Xuan Zhen will arrive tonight or tomorrow morning at the latest."

"Go back and wash up and rest early."

Chen Yulou stood up first, left a word, and walked straight to the backyard room.

"it is good."

"Let's go, let's go back to sleep."

"You kid, you've been lying down for so many days. If you don't practice well, Bai Ze will surpass you in the future."

"How is it possible? After all, I have already reached the stage of having my Qi flowing all over my body and strengthening my body. How long has Bai Ze been practicing?"

"Impossible? This kind of cultivation is like sailing against the current. If you don't move forward, you will move backward. Do you think you are Luo Fu? You can improve your cultivation by sleeping?"

"..."

Amid the chatter, a group of people stood up.

They each returned to their residence.

Yang Fang, who had originally wanted to take advantage of his drunkenness to have a good sleep, no longer dared to rest.

After returning to the house, he picked up a bucket of icy well water and poured it over his head to wash away his tiredness, then quickly entered into meditation.

The same goes for everyone else.

Practice boxing, meditate, breathe, and exhale.

Seize every opportunity to practice.

Until early the next morning.

The sky was just getting light.

The sun emerged from the clouds. The ancient town was still shrouded in fog, but the streets and alleys were already full of pedestrians, and the sounds of hawking and footsteps could be heard one after another.

Chen Yulou wakes up from his sleep.

It was as if he felt something in his heart.

Get up and open the window.

In the bustling crowd, a Taoist priest wearing a Taoist robe, with long hair tied in a bun and a thin figure, carrying a bag across his shoulder and holding a dustpan in his hand, was walking through the crowd and coming slowly from the other end of the ancient town.

There are pedestrians walking hurriedly by my side.

He was clearly in it.

But it seems like being in another painting.

Even though he was covered in dust, he couldn't conceal his otherworldly aura.

If not Xuan Zhen, then who else could it be?

When his eyes fell.

Taoist Xuanzhen in the crowd also suddenly raised his head.

A hundred meters apart, the two looked at each other from a distance.

Chen Yulou subconsciously bowed, and the latter did the same, performing a salute.

A moment later.

inside the house.

Chen Yulou picked up the boiling well water, made a few cups of tea, and pushed them in front of Feng Sibei and Queqiao Shao respectively.

"Thank you, Manager Chen."

Taoist Xuanzhen clasped his fists, looking grateful.

He had come down the mountain the day before and had walked all the way here, under the stars and almost without sleep, and he had finally managed to not miss the appointment that day.

"Master Taoist, you're welcome."

Chen Yulou waved his hand and sat down.

After a few brief pleasantries, he did not waste any time and went straight to the point. After all, this was a big deal and there was no room for any carelessness.

Feng Sibei went to Qingcheng Mountain to practice Taoism in his middle age.

But over the years, he has never given up looking for the entrance to the Dixian Village.

Every year, I would travel to Wuxi for several months, and my footsteps had covered almost every part of the Coffin Gorge in Wushan.

However, the Dixian Village is too secretive.

In addition, the terrain of Coffin Gorge is amazing, with criss-crossing canyons everywhere, bird paths all over the walls, and countless salt wells and mines.

There is no trace at all.

"According to the teachings left by the ancestors of the Feng family, the Earth Immortal Village should be hidden in a cave or well. There is also a sentence in the poem, which says, 'What a great king, he has a head but no body. If you want to visit the Earth Immortal, you should first look for Wuyang.' So according to my guess, it may be related to a rumor in Wuxi."

Listen to him ask.

Feng Sibei just took a sip of hot tea to dispel his sleepiness and fatigue.

Without hesitation, he quickly reviewed what he had seen and heard over the years.

"What rumors?"

This was the first time that Partridge Whistle had heard of this.

He couldn't help showing surprise between his brows and asked subconsciously.

"Many years ago, a mountain torrent broke out in Wuxi. Flood disasters continued year after year, killing and injuring countless people and animals, and becoming food for the fish and turtles in the river."

"Just when everyone was at a loss, a hermit with a curly beard and a black robe came out from the mountain, claiming to be the King of Wuling, who could command the ghost soldiers to dredge the river."

"This man is indeed extremely capable. He opened up mountains and repaired rivers, and floods have been eradicated since then."

"This matter attracted the attention of the imperial court. Because of his contribution to flood control and the countless lives saved, he was specially rewarded with gold and silver, and was also granted the title of King Wuling."

"However, after he was crowned king, his true nature was exposed. He was extravagant and cruel, bullying men and women, and causing chaos in the villagers. He eventually aroused public anger and was caught and beheaded."

"When he was buried, he was repaired with a sheep's head, so later generations called him the Black Sheep King!"

Feng Sibei has been here for many years.

Know all about these rumors.

More importantly, his Feng family was originally a local wealthy family in Wuxi, and they made their fortune from this place. If it weren’t for the imperial edict in the Ming Dynasty, they would have gone to the capital to build a mausoleum for the emperor.

Otherwise, the Feng family should still be living in Wuxi until today.

It’s a pity that things change so much.

The Feng family, which was once prosperous, has now long since declined.

"So, what the Taoist priest means is that if we find the Wuyang King's Mausoleum Palace first, we can find the entrance to the Earthly Immortal Village naturally?"

Partridge Whistle looked calm.

He has traveled all over the country and has heard too many similar rumors.

It's no longer enough to shake.

Just asked thoughtfully.

"Yes, there are many relics left in the mountains, stone statues, broken walls, but the tomb of the Wuyang King has not been seen yet."

"With your help this time, it should be much easier to find the dragon points by borrowing the Feng Shui of the stars!"