Two Hundred Dollars, Let Your Funeral Have A Mysterious Past

Chapter 64: The long river of history rolls forward, spanning thousands of years!

The outskirts of Yanjing City.

The sun was shining brightly, and the hot breath filled the entire space.

Immortality View, at the foot of the mountain.

Li Mu, Zhao Feng and others looked up at the top of the mountain, looking at the green patch of land, gasping for air.

It's not that they are in poor health or that they lack exercise.

Mainly, it's too hot.

There is no wind in the mountains, and with the big sun in the sky, they are all elderly people, so they will inevitably feel hot.

"On this mountain?" Li Mu asked doubtfully.

Fang Zheng, who was standing nearby, nodded heavily: "It's the top of the mountain, that Taoist temple, and two people from our National Security Bureau. They are right there."

Hearing this, Li Mu nodded, then took out his hiking stick from his backpack, breathed a long sigh of relief and said, "Let's go up the mountain."

As he spoke, Li Mu took the lead, followed closely by Fang Zheng, and Xiao Ma, who was also carrying a large canvas bag, followed behind the two.

Zhao Feng and Wang Jianguo looked at each other and saw the confusion and confusion in each other's eyes.

The so-called "evil-killing sword" is on this mountain?

Then, they sighed together.

I don’t know why Professor Li is determined to come here. It seems that he has determined that the evil-killing sword Director Fang mentioned is the real evil-killing female sword.

On this hot day, I came to the mountains just for a high imitation "evil-killing sword", but I don't know if it's worth it.

But how did the two of them know that Li Mu just wanted to go up the mountain as soon as possible and take a look as soon as possible.

After confirming that it was a fake evil-slaying female sword, he immediately returned to Lishan and continued the excavation work.

Zhao Feng and Wang Jianguo looked at Li Mu and Fang Zheng's retreating figures and followed them.

The group of people walked through the dense forest, crossed the creek, and walked quickly towards the top of the mountain.

Along the way, no one paid attention to the scenery or the surrounding trees. This ancient forest has a long history.

What everyone wants is to reach the top of the mountain as soon as possible, make an appraisal of the sword on the top of the mountain that is "suspected" of the evil-slaying female sword, and then walk away.

Mountain top.

470 In front of Changsheng Guanshan Gate.

Wang Hai and Zhao Haizhu each sat on a big rock.

Both of them looked at An Pingjie's grave inside the Changsheng Temple.

The task given by Fang Zheng to the two of them was to look at An Pingjie's tomb and the evil-killing sword in front of the tomb.

The two of them also attach great importance to this task. In the past few hours, except for running to the toilet in the dense forest, they have almost stayed here without leaving.

Not even eating or drinking water.

No food to eat and no water to drink are also the main reasons.

The two of them worked so hard to guard, but in exchange for not even a single insect crawling to An Pingjie's grave, let alone people.

At this time.

Zhao Haizhu raised his hands to cover his eyes and glanced at the sun high in the sky: "When will Mr. Fang come... It's already afternoon."

Wang Haikou's mouth was dry and he fanned himself while saying, "You still want to leave? You don't even listen to Mr. Fang's orders?"

Zhao Haizhu shook his head: "That's not true. The main thing is that Mr. Fang won't come until tomorrow..."

Wang Hai looked at the location down the mountain: "It should be there soon...according to the time, it shouldn't take long."

At this moment.

Wang Hai's eyes flashed and he looked at the location down the mountain.

Wherever he looked, several figures emerged from the jungle and walked towards the top of the mountain.

Wang Hai stood up with a cry: "Here we come!"

As soon as Zhao Haizhu heard this, he immediately stood up and followed Wang Hai's gaze to look down the mountain.

I saw.

Down the mountain, five figures appeared, walking towards the mountain at a normal speed.

Wang Hai and Zhao Haizhu immediately stood up and stood there, always ready to welcome their immediate boss.

Not long after.

The five figures quickly arrived at the top of the mountain.

Wang Hai and Zhao Haizhu were already prepared.

"Hello, Mr. Fang!"

"Hello, Mr. Fang!"

The two raised their hands to salute with respectful expressions.

Fang Zheng nodded, stretched out his hand and introduced: "This is our (cccj) top archaeologists in China, Li Mu, Professor Li. Behind Professor Li are Teacher Zhao, Teacher Wang, and Xiao Ma.

Wang Hai and Zhao Haizhu greeted each other separately.

Li Mu nodded, and then said in a solemn voice: "Take us to see the evil-killing sword. Time is tight. Read it as soon as possible so that we can go back as soon as possible.

Fang Zheng was not angry when he heard this.

He gestured to Wang Hai with his eyes.

Wang Hai immediately understood, turned around, and stretched out his hand to signal: "Professor Li, teachers, please."

As he spoke, Wang Hai led the way towards the Immortality Temple and walked over.

Looking at the gate of Changsheng Temple in front of him, Li Mulian was stunned for a moment and asked: "Lao Fang, is this the Taoist temple you mentioned?"

Fang Zheng nodded heavily: "That's it."

Li Mu looked suspicious and said nothing.

Behind them, Zhao Feng and Wang Jianguo looked at the Immortal Temple Gate in front of them with puzzled expressions.

They are now more convinced that the "evil-slaying sword" that Professor Li mentioned is a high imitation, or an A-grade product.

How could such a small mountain gate hold an evil-killing sword?

Are you playing? Are you making trouble? What do you think the Evil-Slaying Sword is? Is it something that anyone can hold and use?

Isn't this nonsense?

But Professor Li was in front, and Director Fang was also in front, so it was naturally difficult for them to say this.

I can only murmur in my heart.

Under the leadership of Wang Hai, the group stepped into the Immortality Temple.

Before entering the Temple of Immortality, Li Mu noticed that there was a small mound in the small courtyard of the Temple of Immortality, with a sword stuck in front of the mound.

He realized at that time that the person buried in the small courtyard of Changsheng Temple was the heavenly master named An Pingjie that Fang Zheng had mentioned.

And the sword stuck in front of his grave should be what Fang Zheng called the "evil-killing female sword".

Just with this glance, Li Mu could be sure that the sword was definitely fake without even looking carefully.

What the hell, before he even walked in, he was dazzled by the light reflected from the sword.

Is there anything else to say? Is there anything else to explain?

A sword that has been passed down for thousands of years has been preserved so well, and the sword body can still reflect sunlight.

This is probably like living in the world of cultivating immortals.

After so many years of archaeological work, he is now the leading archaeological expert in the Chinese archaeological community. What kind of cultural relics have he not seen? What kind of swords have he not seen?

He had never seen a sword that had been passed down for thousands of years and was still so well preserved.

Even in a tomb, even in a closed environment, "that's impossible to do.

Because all cultural relics cannot escape the fate of being corroded by air, bacteria, soil, and various factors.

There is only one possibility for it to be preserved so well.

Travel through time and space, go to Zhang Tianshi to ask for this sword, and then bring it back to the real world.

But this is even more nonsense.

Arriving at the small courtyard, pedestrians stopped.

Fang Zheng and Li Mu stared directly at the long sword inserted in front of the tomb, with the words "Evil Slaying Sword" engraved on the sword.

"Director Fang, where is the evil-killing sword?" Zhao Feng asked curiously.

Wang Jianguo also followed up and asked: "Director Fang, is the Evil-Slaying Sword enshrined in this Taoist temple?"

"By the way, there is a tomb in this Taoist temple..." Wang Jianguo muttered as he looked at the small mound.

Neither of them regarded the sword with the word "evil-killing sword" engraved on it as "killing" that was inserted in front of the grave.

the reason is simple.

The Evil-Slaying Sword, something from thousands of years ago, something that has long since disappeared.

How could he be inserted in front of this tomb so casually?

Also, the blade of this sword can reflect cold light. The five-link design of the hilt is not damaged at all, with only a little wear and tear. The tassels are still quite new and can still sway in the wind.

Could this be an evil-killing sword?

If this was an evil-killing sword, they would twist their heads off and play football for the owner of this tomb!

The words fell.

Fang Zheng smiled, raised his hand and pointed at the "Evil Slaying Sword" and said with a smile, "This is it."

Um?

Suddenly.

The curious expressions on the two people just now slowly faded away, their eyes widened a little, their mouths opened a little bit, and they looked in the direction of Fangzheng's finger.

What Fang Zheng was referring to was the "evil-killing sword" that was inserted in front of the tomb and looked similar to the new sword that had just been made.

"Director Fang, please stop joking, this...how could this be the evil-killing sword, right?" Zhao Feng smiled awkwardly.

The same was true for Wang Jianguo, who was speechless.

Fang Zheng also smiled.

Wang Hai took a step forward: "This is indeed the evil-killing sword. Look, there are words engraved on the sword.

The words fell.

The scene was unprecedentedly embarrassing.

Li Mu, Zhao Feng, Wang Jianguo, and Xiao Ma who arrived with them all fell silent.

They were stunned when they looked at the "evil-killing sword" inserted in front of the grave.

Fang Zheng, Wang Hai, and Zhao Haizhu stood aside, quietly waiting for the responses of these archaeologists.

Been waiting for a long time.

"You're here, let's take a look." Li Mu leaned down and squatted in front of the "Evil-Slaying Sword", and took out a purple light, measuring instrument, and various equipment and tools from his backpack

Looked at it carefully.

The reason that made him decide to take a look at this sword was actually very simple.

First, he has already agreed to Fang Zheng.

The second thing is that if you come, just come and take a look.

Zhao Feng and Wang Jianguo looked at each other and saw the incomprehension in each other's eyes.

They really don't understand.

Is it really necessary to look at such a sword?

Isn't it obvious at a glance that this sword is fake?

If it weren't for the fact that there is still some rust on the sword and some wear and tear on the hilt of the five-link sword, this would be a newly made sword.

But Li Mu had spoken, so they couldn't just stand there.

With this in mind, the two of them also put down their backpacks, took out the tools they wanted to use, and placed them one by one for Li Mu's use.

Although they did this, the two people's attention was no longer on the sword, but on looking at the tomb.

This tomb is just an ordinary tomb. Compared with other burials, there is nothing surprising.

The only surprising thing is the "evil-killing sword" inserted in front of the tomb.

now.

Li Mu picked up the purple light in his hand and slowly illuminated it starting from the hilt of the sword, all the way down to the sword inserted into the soil.

At first, Li Mu frowned all the time, looking attentively with a focused expression.

But after shining it with a purple light, Li Mu's expression immediately became suspicious.

"Huh? This sword..." Li Mu murmured.

Zhao Feng and Wang Jianguo were stunned and turned to look at Li Mu.

"What's wrong? Professor Li."

"What did you find? Professor Li."

The two asked loudly one after another.

Even Fang Zheng, Wang Hai, and Zhao Haizhu on the side were a little curious and moved towards Li Mu's position.

Ignoring everyone, Li Mu continued to pick up the tools, his expression slightly solemn, and his movements became cautious.

This time, he no longer just took a cursory look at the hilt and body of the sword, but carefully observed the hilt and body of the sword bit by bit in an extremely slow movement.

For a moment, everyone in the field held their breath and concentrated. Their attention was focused on Li Mu and this "evil-killing sword".

Time flies by like this.

Li Mu observed carefully for an hour, and everyone watched here for an hour.

At this time.

Li Mu's hand holding the tool trembled slightly, and the expression on his face changed from solemn to excited, and the flickering light could be seen deep in his eyes.

"This evil-slaying sword...is...is real! This is the real evil-slaying sword!".