I run a travel agency in the cultivation world

Chapter 457
Yang Zhao always thought that the magical artifact of the Heavenly Tomb should be something like a big cover, covering a place to be used as a cemetery.

The result is not.

Yang Zhao and his group flew upwards under the leadership of several elders and disciples from Tianfu.

The higher you go up, the colder the surroundings become, the vegetation becomes sparser, and soon you will see the snow line.

They didn't stop, they were still going up.

Seeing this scene, Yang Zhao couldn't help but murmur in his heart.

"With this temperature, who would want to stay here and be an ice sculpture after death?"

According to her traditional concept, after she died, she wanted to stay in a place with green mountains and green waters.

Or be bolder and choose to be buried at sea. That is also a kind of romance. Maybe you can meet Premier Zhou after your death. Thinking about it, you feel a little beautiful.

But she would not be happy if he was left to be a big ice sculpture on the top of the mountain.

As the mountain peaks get higher and higher, there are more and more birdsong.

Yang Zhao looked up and saw several large waves of birds hovering in the sky.

These flocks of birds were circling and singing in the sky. They were so dark and numbered at least in the thousands, making one's scalp numb just by looking at them.

She had only seen this grand spectacle of thousands of birds gathering together on TV.

The group of people walked up and finally saw a large ice and snow canyon at the top of the mountain.

"Everyone, that is the entrance to the Sky Tomb. Let's go there."

Braving the whistling cold wind, they arrived at the entrance of the Grand Canyon.

The surrounding ice and snow were completely white, and there was nothing except the canyon in front of them.

What about the celestial tomb?In the canyon?
Yang Zhao was speechless and didn't understand, so he asked: "Are we going to enter the canyon from this point? Why don't we just fly into the canyon from the sky?"

"Good question, little friend."

Not many people entered the tower today, at least there were only eight people following the Tianfu people, and Yang Zhao and the others occupied four, so when she spoke, the leader in front heard her.

"The entrance to the tent is set at the entrance of the canyon. You can't get in from other places. The door is right here."

The leader casually pointed forward, and Yang Zhao looked over eagerly. It turned out that there was no hair on it, only snow.

Oh, no, it’s hairy.

There are too many birds in the sky, and there are already bird feathers on the snow.

Yang Zhao felt that the back of her neck was hairy, so she asked her to give her a fragrant facial mask.

Lu Zheng, the leader of Tianfu, was the one who took money from Yang Zhao and the others.He received the money and he arranged the follow-up.

Lu Zheng fell to the snow and stood still, then raised his head and called to the sky.

"I've met Daoist fellows Yu, Lu, and Tongyu. Please come down, I'm going to open the tomb."

A clear and clear call spread far and wide on the top of the mountain.

Then, several sharp bird calls came. In the blink of an eye, Yang Zhao's eyes were dazzled and he noticed that there were several more people in front of him.

Yang Zhao saw an acquaintance at a glance. Lu Sheng was wearing a crane cloak with an orange upper part and a navy blue lower part. He was following a little old man obediently.

This little old man was dry, stooped and short. Lu Sheng stood behind him like a pillar, and it was difficult not to be seen.

Yang Zhao quietly blinked at Lu Sheng, which meant: Look, these ten taels of silver were not wasted.

Lu Sheng also winked at Yangzhou and took it as a thank you.

Lu Zheng and the few people who came down from the sky saw the ceremony and didn't say much, let alone act as a middleman to introduce these people to each other.

He said it directly.

"In the Heavenly Tomb, not only our elders and disciples who died in childhood are buried, but also many seniors from the Yu Clan are buried. Please be careful after entering the tower. Don't touch, dig or take anything. Don't disturb the peace of the deceased. If you disturb the ancestors, If a person sleeps forever, don’t blame me, Heaven, for being unkind.”

"Don't worry, I entered the Sky Tomb just to die. I have no intention of caring about others."

"What this senior said is that we entered the tower to form elixirs, not to make enemies."

Lu Zheng nodded with satisfaction. He adjusted his direction, muttered something in his mouth, and bowed respectfully to an open space.

Then he took out a small flag from his arms and threw it into the air. He chanted a mantra with one hand and said softly: "Open!"

There were only two sounds of "clang", and then "clang, clang, clang", like the sound of a rusty door being opened. The sound became louder and louder. Gradually, the snow on the cliff showed signs of being shaken off by the mountain.

The key is to only hear the sound but not see the door.

The sound of the door opening spread throughout the mountain, but the door was invisible and intangible.

What about the celestial tomb?
Seeing this phenomenon, Yang Zhao hid directly behind Shen Ruoyu, shrinking her figure and trying to make her master's figure completely cover her.

Master Lu raised his hand politely: "Everyone, please follow me into the tomb. Remember, you must follow our footsteps. Don't step on the wrong trap and fall into any trap, which will be embarrassing."

As he said this, Master Lu took Tianfu's disciples and left first.

Yang Zhao followed Shen Ruoyu, and some people followed their footprints. After a while, the footprints were stepped on a bit bigger.

(End of this chapter)