Tomb Robbery: Pangu Immortality Pattern

"Lao Jin, don't sell Guanzi, just say which emperor Lao'er. Without waiting for Jin Wantang to continue, the fat man directly interrupted Jin Wantang with a sapper shovel.

"It's not interesting, the monarch of that country is called King Qin Huang, he said that he was a prince of Qin State, and after his death, he was named the immortal king of the West Sea, so he established the West Sea Luoyun Kingdom. "

And then?" Looking at Jin Wantang, who no longer spoke, the fat man rolled up his sleeves again.

"Fatty, you are quiet for a while, and you are too long-winded and too short.

Looking at the rain rolling his eyes, the fat man reluctantly put down the sapper shovel: "Lao Jin, give you another chance, talk about the key points!" "

Then I'll make a long story short, in the Eastern Han Dynasty, a monk named Yun Mu chased the vision of heaven and earth all the way to the west, and finally arrived at a vast ocean.

Speaking of this, Jin Wantang walked to the corner of the mural and stretched out his hand to point on it: "Look here, this person should be Fang Shiyun, and this person should be the King of Qin Huang." As he spoke, Jin Wantang's fingers moved among the clouds, above the largest figure, richly dressed with an anti-lock headdress, and seven pairs of ears.

"Damn? So the corpse in the well is the King of Qin Huang? No, the emperor of a country must have some funeral goods. With that, the fat man picked up the sapper shovel and walked back to the well again, and began to beat.

"But why is there no record of

this Qin Desolate King in history?" Hearing what Wuxian said, Jin Wantang shook his head: "The story I told just now was something I saw in an ancient book, but after I saw this mural, this story may be false, but it is more or less traceable, and this Qin Desolate King may just be a fake name."

"Eh, come and see, what is this?" At this moment, the fat man's dull exclamation sounded in the ears of several people.

"Looks like words?" said Innocent with a flashlight, his eyes narrowed slightly, and after thinking for a moment, he said slowly.

"I'll go down and have a look. After Zhang Qiling finished speaking, he jumped into the well, and then supported his hands and feet on the bronze piece of the well wall, and slowly slid down.

"Bang

La ——!" and "Bang La ——!"

descended to the position of the text, Zhang Qiling pulled out the dagger on his waist and removed all the barnacles on the text.

[Minyue snake species, South China Sea Wang Weaving]

"Wait a while, little brother, you won't see it, right? Isn't it the West Sea? Why did it become the South China Sea again? Then Luoyun Country shouldn't be in the Purple Bamboo Forest?!" "

Shut up, the more you talk about it, the more outrageous it becomes, be careful that Guanyin will give you a slap." Hearing this, he rolled his eyes innocently and speechlessly.

"Nanhai Wang Weaving, Nanhai Wang Weaving?!

Nanhai Kingdom!" Looking at Jin Wantang, who was so excited that he jumped to his feet, Wu Xian suddenly became curious: "Nanhai Kingdom, is there such a dynasty in history?" "Nanhai Kingdom was

an ancient coastal country at the junction of Fujian and Jiangxi in the Han Dynasty, and it disappeared in the Han Dynasty, you know, I am a person who has been erudite since childhood, so I just have a little understanding of this South China Sea country. "

Then according to what you said, this so-called King of Qin Huang is the monarch of the South China Sea Kingdom?"

"That's right, according to the existing clues, he only has this identity. Hearing

Pan Yu's question, Jin Wantang nodded slowly.

"If it is really the South China Sea Kingdom, then these barnacles have an explanation, and the tomb of the South Sea King is likely to have been flooded by the sea. When the old Yang family stole the coffin, they didn't have time to clean it up, so they could only bring the barnacles out together. Speaking of this, the fat man's eyes suddenly lit up.

"Be naïve, don't shine a flashlight on the fat man.

Looking at the fat man with a displeased face, he said in a deep voice: "Fat man, aren't you illuminating the little brother?"

I forgot about it in a moment of excitement. The fat man scratched his head in embarrassment, and then shone the wolf-eyed flashlight back into the well.

"it?!Where's the little brother?!" When the light shines down, where is Zhang Qiling's figure in the well at this time

!"Little brother?!Little brother?!" With the innocent loud call, in the slightly rippling turbid water, a large bubble suddenly appeared, and then a black figure flashed away.

"Little brother, aren't you in danger?"

Looking at the strange scene in front of him, Wuxie's face suddenly became a little difficult to look at.

"Poof——!

At this moment, a figure covered in stinky mud burst out of the water.

"Damn!"

the figure jumped out of the well with the fat man's exclamation, carrying a big fish with a dagger stuck in its head.

"Little brother?"

As the mud slowly dripped down, Zhang Qiling's cold face appeared in the fat man's eyes.

"Bang la——!"

Zhang Qiling didn't speak, but just took out more than a dozen audio tapes from his arms and threw them on the ground.

"What do you mean? The tapes in Naive's hand were all recorded from here?"

"Dingdong ——!

" "It's not recording, he's listening to the thunder below."

Wuxian picked up the bronze piece covered with mud and wiped it clean, and then looked up at Zhang Qiling: "Little brother, what do you mean?" "Little

Third Master, you can understand it as a translator. "

Translator?" Innocent looked at Jin Wantang. The confusion on his face was even worse.

"That's right, the bronze bell on the top is the receiver, the person stands in the well, and the thunder is sifted through layers of copper sheets, and finally turns into a useful sound into the user's ears.

"Naively, it looks like we're going to take a trip to the source of these things.

Looking at the fat man who was trembling with excitement, he waved his hand innocently and speechlessly: "You just want to get rich."

"Don't say that, why is the fat man also worth hundreds of millions, and he still cares about his three melons and two dates? The fat man is purely looking for a sense of home."

"Yes, I can't talk about you, the feeling of returning home is simply off the mark!" "

Then are there any clues here?"

Seeing Panyu put his eyes on himself, Jin Wantang shook his head: "I can only go to the tomb of the king of the South China Sea." "

What do you think?"

"What else can you think, hitting a child on a rainy day - idle is idle, and the clue of the ghost seal is broken, so it's better to try your luck."

"In that case, let's go back and prepare. Looking at Zhang Qiling, who nodded lightly, he said in a deep voice.

... ...

Four days later, on the train to Xiamen, Fujian, Wuxian took a red pen and sketched on the map he bought from time to time.

"How innocent, do you have eyebrows?" the

fat man holding a bucket of braised beef noodles sat next to Wuxie and said vaguely.

"Two goals, a location where the surname Yang has lived for a long time and is close to the sea and under the tidal flats by the sea. "

Uh... Can I understand him as a goal? The final destination must be the seaside anyway.

"I know you're still asking me. "