The longevity of the heavens begins with Mingyu Gong

Chapter 446
Everyone searched in the mountain temple. Hu Bayi accidentally found a stone behind the statue. Seeing that the stone was movable, Hu Bayi pressed the stone, and there was a sound of mechanism, and eight stones rose slowly around the statue. toad.

"It's been 2000 years, and this organ hasn't decayed yet?"

Fatty Wang approached Toad curiously.

Hu Bayi stepped forward to take a closer look at the eight toads, and analyzed: "This should be the mechanism to enter the entrance of the King Xian's Tomb. If you crack them, you should be able to open the entrance to the King Xian's Tomb."

Fatty Wang stepped aside quickly: "Old Hu, take a quick look and see if you find anything."

Song Xing on the side glanced at it, and then said: "This is according to the pattern of Jiugong Bagua, which corresponds to the number of loops in the Book of Changes. Only by successfully finding a specific sequence can the mechanism be opened."

Hu Bayi's eyes lit up when he heard Song Xing's reminder, he immediately took out the compass, and started chanting to the eight toads.

A few minutes later, Hu Bayi stretched out his hand confidently and twisted a toad in the north.

A silence.

Nothing happens.

Hu Bayi frowned, "Strange, this should be Shengmen, why is there no response?"

Shirley Yang thought for a while and said, "King Xian is cruel by nature, and he definitely doesn't want anyone to enter his tomb after death, so could it be doing the opposite?"

Hu Bayi felt that what Shirley Yang said made sense, so he chose a toad in the opposite position, stretched out his hand and twisted it.

As a result, there was still no movement.

Fatty Wang was in a hurry: "Old Hu, can you do it? Didn't Master Song say that you can't move around? If you make a mistake, it will be troublesome if the mechanism is locked."

Hu Bayi was a little helpless, frowned and thought hard for a long time, finally sighed, looked at Song Xing and said, "I have little talent, what can Mr. Song do?"

Song Xing looked around and said, "No need to be so troublesome."

After all, with a light flick of the finger, the four copper coins bounced towards the four walls in the southeast, northwest, and flew back to Song Xing's hands after making a crisp impact on the walls.

Just when several people were still puzzled, Song Xing got up and walked behind the statue: "The sound of the impact is different, and the sound behind this wall is not right."

"Sound? What's wrong with the sound."

Fatty Wang carefully recalled the impact just now, but he didn't notice anything wrong at all.

But Song Xing walked to the wall behind the statue, and stretched out his hand to gently press on the wall.

In the next second, those huge bricks and stones that have not collapsed after 2000 years, scattered like dust in front of Song Xing, and the dust fell all over the sky, revealing a huge and deep passage behind.

"Fuck!"

Seeing this inhuman scene in front of him, Fatty Wang couldn't help but spit out lotus flowers.

Hu Bayi was also dumbfounded, and felt that what he had learned all his life was so ridiculous in front of Song Xing.

There is no Jiugong gossip, no I Ching divination, just a few simple copper coins, and it breaks the secret that King Xian is proud of, but he has been thinking hard about.

Could it be that one force will drop ten meetings?

"Let's go, it shouldn't be far from the target." Song Xing waved his hand to bring out a gust of palm wind, blowing directly into the passage, blowing away the decaying smell that hadn't been opened in 2000, and entered the passage first.

The three of them looked at each other, and under Shirley Yang's signal, Hu Bayi took the lead, and Fatty Wang followed behind and entered the passage.

Several people walked through the long passage and entered an underground cave. After walking a few steps, a huge sacrificial pit appeared in front of the three of them, with many bones inside.

Song Xing squatted down beside the pit, inspected it, and said, "It's almost a burial pit in the Qin and Han Dynasties. It seems to be a burial pit dedicated to the king as a mausoleum."

Looking at the corpses all over the place, Fatty Wang was furious: "This damn feudal society has buried so many living people, Xian Wang really deserves to be killed millions of times, such people are also trying to become immortals. There is no reason."

There are at least a thousand corpses in the burial pit.

In addition to the countless stone figurines in the waterway before, it is estimated that there are already thousands of people who sacrificed themselves for the king.

One must know that in the sparsely populated ancient times, the number of followers who followed King Xian was estimated to be only [-] to [-], and King Xian was tantamount to using the power of the whole country to sacrifice blood and realize his dream of becoming an immortal.

Facing King Xian's cruelty, Hu Bayi was also angry: "That's why there are red stars shining brightly, abolishing these representatives of royal power and feudalism, and ushering in a new society."

Several people stepped over the sacrificial pit, and found that there was a narrow passage in front of it, and behind the passage was a sparkling underground river.

Song Xing said suddenly: "Be careful, there is a lot of death and resentment ahead."

In the quiet passage, Song Xing's sudden opening made several people jump. Fatty Wang tightened his submachine gun, pointed at the underground river nervously, and asked, "Master Song, did you find anything?"

Song Xing concentrated his mana in his eyes, looked at the river, and found that the river was covered with gray mist. After sensing the vitality of Hu Bayi and the others, the mist slowly drifted over, trying to wrap around them .

Seeing this, Song Xing stretched out his finger and swiped in the air.

A faint golden glow flickered, and a strong wind was generated out of thin air, dispelling all the gray mist.

"This is... the resentment of the dead soul? It has solidified like a solid body. This river seems to be full of resentment before death."

Song Xing's face was slightly gloomy, and there was a lot of doubt in his tone.

The moment Song Xing cut through the gray mist, countless distorted grimaces appeared on the water that was originally empty in the sight of Hu Bayi and the others, which shocked them again.

"What is this?" Fatty Wang was terrified. The nearest gray fog was only a few feet away from him. If Song Xing hadn't discovered it, in a few seconds, the weird gray fog would have wrapped around his legs. .

Song Xing looked at the gray mist covering the entire river, and said: "It is a mist of resentment formed by the solidification of extreme resentment after a thousand years of lingering. Ordinary people are stained with it, ranging from bad luck to entanglement, and severe ghosts. Unexplainably dead."

As he said that, he drew the talisman in the air again with his fingers, and as a few golden lights flashed, the three of Fatty Wang watched three golden talismans appear in the void, and fell on them, melting into their clothes.

Fatty Wang feels that materialism from childhood to university has collapsed.

Forget about martial arts or something, this hand, which is only seen in ghost novels, is still shining with gold. What's going on?

Seeing the astonished looks of the three people, Song Xing explained: "My master is a Taoist priest. He was a member of the Boxer Regiment before he became a monk. He knows how to draw talismans with one hand. Don't make a fuss."

Hu Bayan's expression was a little strange: "The Boxers? Invulnerable to swords and guns?"

Fatty Wang blurted out: "Isn't that a feudal superstition?"

Song Xing ignored the surprise of the few people. A simple amulet was enough to ensure that the three of them would not die easily in the next visit to the tomb.

He looked into the distance, where he had already seen the source of the resentment.

Seeing this, Hu Bayi hurriedly boarded a reef, and a white object could be vaguely seen floating towards here on the water surface.

"It's dead drift!"

(End of this chapter)