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

About how the Feng family initially became successful.

He has heard this story countless times from his elders since he could remember, and his ears are almost callused.

But when you actually see this ancient painting and see the scene in which the ancestors of the Feng family climb between the cliffs relying only on a rope or even with their bare hands, your mood is completely different.

especially.

Behind the screen where the painting of Guanshan Daogu is hung, there is also an ancestral hall.

Amid the curling smoke, a mountain of tablets and portraits of people were placed on the wooden table.

The people in the painting are all wearing different clothes, and their appearances and temperaments are also different. You can tell at a glance that they are not from the same generation.

A quick scan revealed at least a hundred.

Each of them has an outstanding temperament, but their makeup is strange and their expressions are indescribably cold.

It seemed to have merged into the wall, in the darkness, staring coldly at them, a group of outsiders who had trespassed here without permission, through the screen and the tablet.

The ancestors who had only been passed down orally now appeared in sight one by one.

Feng Sibei felt as if a huge rock was pressing down on his chest.

I feel so depressed that I can’t express myself clearly.

"Let the Taoist priest be quiet for a moment, we will go up to the second floor to take a look."

On one side of the screen, there was a spiral staircase leading directly to the second floor. Chen Yulou raised the lantern in his hand, and as the light shone through it, he could faintly see a number of antique shelves on the second floor, which seemed to be used to collect antiques.

He glanced at the people around him.

He whispered.

Hearing this, Feng Sibei knew what he meant.

For a moment, I felt even more emotional.

"Thank you."

He clenched his fists and whispered a thank you to Chen Yulou.

You know, to him, the people in these paintings are the ancestors of the family, but to the four sects, among them may be the enemies who participated in the extermination and destroyed the seals and talismans back then.

From his point of view, being able to say this can definitely be considered righteousness.

"nothing."

Chen Yulou waved his hand.

No hesitation.

He led a few people up the wooden stairs.

The sound of footsteps broke the silence that had lasted for hundreds of years, and the fire also dispelled the darkness that had lingered all year round.

Wait until the group turns the corner and their sight reaches the second floor.

Feng Sibei strolled into the ancestral hall.

Take off the whisk beside you.

He wiped the dusty tablet clean until the familiar names came into view one by one. Then he took out the flint, picked up three incense sticks, lit them, and inserted them into the copper furnace.

In the mist.

The figures on the wall seemed to come alive.

"I am the unfilial grandson Feng Sibei, and I pay my respects to all the ancestors."

……

Wow!

Yang Fang lifted a corner of the lantern, approached the lamp slave in the corner, and lit the wick that was higher than his head and had been extinguished long ago. A burst of fire suddenly lit up, and the flames burned with a crackling sound, and the lamp oil that had originally solidified began to melt bit by bit.

The attic suddenly became as bright as day.

The surroundings are illuminated with extreme clarity.

There are four rows of antique shelves in the building, and the shelves are filled with ancient books and Taoist collections, the contents of which are all about Huang-Lao philosophy.

This corresponds to the character of Feng Shigu in the legend.

It is said that he was devoted to seeking immortality.

He has been obsessed with Huang Lao since he was a child. When he took the position of the head of the family, it happened to be the chaotic times at the end of the Ming Dynasty. The world was in turmoil and disputes, and natural disasters and man-made disasters continued. He witnessed too many people die, and his obsession with life and death became even greater.

only.

If you follow Mr. Huang's teachings, there may still be a chance.

Going astray is truly hopeless.

"Boss, come quickly, this seems to be the geomancy map of Dixian Village."

A group of figures shuttled between the bookshelves, the sound of flipping books could be heard one after another, and from time to time a few exclamations could be heard.

Many of the ancient books stored here are already unique copies, and it is difficult to find another one in the world.

No wonder they were so amazed.

Suddenly.

A dull sound was heard.

Chen Yulou closed the Forty-two Chapters of Shen Zi in his hand, and walked towards Kunlun with his hands behind his back, following the sound.

At this moment, he was holding a lantern and standing at the innermost part of the attic.

By the flickering lights.

When Chen Yulou approached, he saw four ancient paintings hanging on the wall.

At a glance, what is depicted is the Coffin Mountain hidden deep underground. The terrain is long and narrow, and is surrounded by a stone dome like a coffin board. The inside of the coffin is undulating, just like a headless corpse.

The entire Dixian Village is built against the mountain. The houses and courtyards seem to be scattered around, but if you look closely you will find that they are very regular, in line with the shape of the Nine Palaces and Eight Trigrams.

"So, we are now at the shoulder of the headless corpse."

Seeing the shopkeeper looking at it intently, Kunlun, who had been looking at it for a long time, pointed to one of the places.

That three-story ancient building is completely different from the surrounding houses in both structure and style.

"good."

"That's pretty accurate."

Chen Yulou gave him an admiring look.

You know, the terrain of Coffin Mountain is extremely complex, with ups and downs deep in the mountain. Plus, they didn't go through the main gate, but took another route and dug a hole from the top of their heads.

Without an extremely keen sense of spatial terrain, it would be difficult to accurately locate the location in such a short time.

"Shopkeeper, there is an ancient temple here."

"What's the origin?"

After getting his approval, Kunlun gradually relaxed and pointed to another building standing not far from the bone storage building. The structure and style of the building stood out among the many low houses.

"Look at the direction. The top is Qian and the bottom is Kun. Qian is Yang and Kun is Yin."

Chen Yulou talked freely, "If my guess is correct, the Kun position should be a Yang temple."

"Qian Yang Kun Yin?"

"That's not right, Shopkeeper Chen, shouldn't Kunwei be Yinguan?"

While the two were talking, the people who had been walking back and forth among the bookshelves and flipping through the ancient books also gathered around. However, after hearing his judgment, a questioning voice suddenly came from behind them.

The old foreigner frowned, his eyes full of confusion.

Not only him, but also Bai Banla and Yuan Hong beside him.

"This requires us to talk about the Feng Shui location of Dixian Village."

"The upper part is Yang and the lower part is Yin, Qian and Kun are opposite to each other, so the Qian and Kun directions must be viewed in reverse here. Haven't you noticed that the Yin energy in this bone storage building is very heavy? If you count it this way, the Kun position is the Yang temple."

Chen Yulou smiled faintly.

The ancient temple referred to by Kunlun is the Cannon Temple dedicated to Guan Yu.

It is also an extremely important part of his plan.

The gunpowder buried there was just what was needed for the Nine Deaths Jingling Armor.

"The feng shui is out of place, this kind of terrain is rare."

"Manager Chen, is this the Dragon-Tiger Horned Evil recorded in the Mausoleum Records?"

Bai Banla's eyes flickered when he heard this, and he raised his head as if thinking about something.

"good."

Chen Yulou nodded.

Although Bai Banla is a beginner, he is able to draw inferences from one example and achieve this level, which is rare.

Having said that, he raised the lantern and turned to look at the second ancient painting.

It is very similar to the situation in the first picture, but if you look closely you will find that it is not the Dixian Village, but a group of ancient tombs under the village, which are stacked and staggered, and the scale and structure just correspond to the Dixian Village.

"This is the Yang house and the Yin tomb."

"It is indeed repaired in a misplaced position."

After seeing this scene, the doubts of several people who originally found it difficult to understand suddenly disappeared a lot.

With the first two maps, the next two will seem much simpler to everyone.

The first one is a picture of walking at night with a candle.

It depicts a scene of countless people holding torches to attend a funeral in the vast mountains.

Judging from the location, it is exactly the crack on the chest of the headless corpse in the map of Dixian Village. It leads to the underground, in a narrow ravine. The terrain is steep and dangerous, and countless strangely shaped bronze artifacts are buried in the cliffs.

It looks like it was used for sacrifice.

Ancient and eerie.

It is completely different from the bronze ware commonly seen in the Han area.

The moment he saw them, the words "Sanxingdui" suddenly popped up in Chen Yulou's mind for some reason.

As for the second painting, the wind lantern moved closer, and a line of five ink characters suddenly came into everyone's sight.

"Coffin, mountain, encounter, fairy, picture?"

“Meeting the Immortals?!

Hearing Yang Fang read out that line of words word by word, everyone present suddenly showed a strange look on their faces.

The ancient cave that Bai Ze took them to on Junshan Island that day.

The senior Bai Gu who passed away beside the Liquan Spring was the successor of the Yuxian Sect.

When they hear these two words again today, it is hard not to be reminded of what they saw that day.

"Is there really an immortal on Coffin Mountain?"

"Or... is this Feng Shigu's self-portrait?"

Several thoughts flashed through their minds one by one. No one dared to hesitate. They held their breath, moved closer to the ancient painting, and looked up at it carefully.

only……

It's only a few feet in size.

But the amount of content recorded in it is astonishing.

From right to left, the picture is divided into two parts by the inside and outside of the underworld palace.

Outside the coffin hall, countless tomb robbers in black costumes were moving mountains of funerary objects.

This one is easy to understand.

Everyone present who had been to Pingshan recognized them at a glance. Those men in black clothes were the legendary Guanshan Taibao.

Especially Miss Hong, her beautiful eyes flickered, and she subconsciously glanced at Chen Yulou.

That day, the ancient corpse was dressed like this in the deep crack behind the Yuping Stone Gate.

As for the others, they had also seen the paper armor in the corridor of Lu Pavilion.

Also dressed the same way.

Looking at the coffin hall again, it should be the legendary tomb of King Wuyang.

However, when they turned their attention to the second article, even though they were well-informed, they were still stunned by the situations described in it.

A sarcophagus in the hall was wide open.

There were several corpses lying all around.

Each corpse was covered in blood, and their deaths were extremely miserable. Two of them even had gold mountain-viewing medals hanging around their waists, making them obviously powerful figures in the Feng family.

After all, the number of waist badges awarded to the Feng family by the Ming Dynasty emperor was not large.

Except for those who are direct descendants of the same clan.

People outside the branch are not eligible to wear the gold medal.

In the huge palace, most people died on the spot, only a middle-aged man in a black robe was still alive. He was seen holding a long sword, standing at the head of the coffin, with a cold brow and an outstanding demeanor.

It was undoubtedly Feng Shigu.

And in the opened sarcophagus.

Lying horizontally was an unusually tall ancient corpse with a golden head, with a pair of large hands hanging outside the coffin, and blood could be faintly seen between the slender fingers.

It is exactly the same as the image of the Black Sheep King seen along the way.

The Guanshan Taibao who died in the palace was probably killed by it.

only.

It's not pleasant either.

There was a bloody hole in the chest that was so deep that the bone could be seen, almost piercing the sternum, and scarlet blood was flowing out continuously.

In addition, King Wuyang was covered with a corpse-binding net, trapping him tightly in the sarcophagus, unable to move.

At first glance, this scene is not uncommon.

Except for Bai Yuan and Bai Banla, who were visiting a tomb for the first time, everyone present was an old hand who was used to seeing dead people and ancient corpses. It was very common to encounter ancient corpses that had turned into zombies and suddenly attacked and injured people when they opened the coffins.

But that's the weird thing.

The wound on the ancient corpse's chest was pierced and blood was clearly flowing out.

You have to know that zombies have been dead for thousands of years and have not decayed. Even if they bleed, the blood must be as black as ink, containing corpse poison, and the smell is fishy and pungent, extremely unpleasant.

unless……

Everyone looked at each other.

Then, a bold idea emerged in their minds.

"Unless, when Feng Shigu opened the coffin and encountered the Black Sheep King, he... was still alive?!"