My Chinese ancestors

Chapter 700: The River and the Sea Keep My Will, the Temple of the Eternal Emperor

"Oh my god, everyone is blessed!"

The crisp female voice mixed with the noise of electronic sounds became a little harsh. In the middle aisle of the tour bus, the tour guide wore a headset and spoke standard lines with a non-standard accent.

"You really picked the right time. You came at the right time. In the winter months in the north, the sky is covered with flying snow and the ground is covered with white frost. The endless mountains are covered with white snow, which is extremely beautiful..."

The bus that left the port city was speeding westward on a black grass and stone road. It was still more than 50 kilometers away from its destination, Bei'an City. The tour guide on the bus was like the Balabala Fairy, talking non-stop.

Most of the tourists on the bus were individual travelers who took a boat from the south to the north to see the snow scenery. After getting off the cruise ship, they spontaneously boarded the special tour bus.

As for the tour guide, no one was too lazy to listen to her long words. After all, some of the people in the car were going to Bei'an City to work, and some passengers who were traveling usually made travel guides and would not look for such a random tour guide.

For example, sitting in the second to last row of the bus was a tall man with short hair that was slightly parted, a white shirt with fleece lining, loose black casual trousers, and sunglasses on his face facing the window.

Below the sunglasses is a high nose bridge, an angular chin, and a few stubbles. From the moment he got on the bus, not only did the tour guide stare at him all the way, but the other female passengers in the bus also glanced back at him from time to time.

"Guide, you made a mistake in one place."

A woman in a ponytail and a cap sitting in the middle seat of the bus suddenly raised her hand and said, "Bei'an City is not only called Beiyan City and other ancient names, but also Yanjing. It has existed for more than 2,900 years. Moreover, the Yan Palace is in Pinghu, 27 kilometers away from Beiyan District, Bei'an City!"

Next to the woman was a middle-aged man wearing a jacket and a fur hat with fox fur around the brim.

He listened to the explanation of the woman next to him, nodded with a smile on his face, and then spoke softly, asking the other party to stop talking.

"The wild tour guide only says nice things to fool people. If you tell her these things, she will forget them the next time."

"Yeah, I almost forgot!"

The woman blinked her eyes and saw that the tour guide was speechless and veins bulged on his forehead. She quickly closed her mouth and sat back in her seat.

After a moment of awkwardness, she leaned slightly towards the middle-aged man and spoke in a voice that only the two of them could hear.

"Professor, are you sure you found the tomb of the Changsheng Emperor from the ancient books?"

The middle-aged man pulled his fur hat down, the shadow covering half of his face, and put his index finger between his lips and made a soft "hush" sound. Six or seven people sitting around looked over, and they looked like they were with the woman and the middle-aged man.

"Yuhan, don't say these things in the car."

The middle-aged man patted the back of the hand of the woman named Yu Han and said, "We will get off at Beiyan District."

The two of them were talking in very low voices, and even the other companions who were two or three steps away might not be able to hear clearly. The man in the second to last row of the back seat of the car tilted his head slightly, and glanced at the people in front of him through his sunglasses.

A faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and then he looked at the winter scenery outside the car.

He had met people like this countless times, but he always returned empty-handed from the North Wind Mountains. There was so much snow over there that it was difficult to distinguish the mountains, let alone find the tombs. If they could come out after entering the mountains, it meant that their ancestors had used up all their connections in the underground.

'After so many years, these mountains and forests remain the same.'

The rolling mountains covered with white snow are reflected in the sunglasses. Every time the man passes by here, he can't help but sigh at the eternal power of heaven and earth.

He remembered that at a place where the bus passed by, there were sentry posts and city walls many, many years ago. Now, perhaps only a few broken bricks from that time could be found among the weeds and deep in the soil.

And the most familiar Yanjing——

The bus drove into the station. He walked out of the station without any luggage and looked at the modern big city in front of him.

The spacious road, various vehicles passing by, the sound of horns, roars, human voices, and the sound of electrical cutting, all at this moment turned into the complex breath of life and rushed into everyone's senses.

"It's almost time..."

He took a deep breath and murmured to himself: "Three thousand years... It's time to completely merge with this world. No need to hide anymore."

He hailed a taxi and arrived at a street in Beiyan District. Before getting out of the car, the man looked at a shop and frowned.

The familiar funeral shop has been converted into a clothing store.

"Master, where is the funeral shop here?"

The taxi driver was about fifty years old. He glanced at the shop over there and said with a smile, "How could there be a funeral here... Oh, now I remember, it has been locked up for more than 20 years. Are you here to look for your relatives?"

More than 20 years?
Time flies so fast, I thought it was only a few years.

The man just smiled at the driver and said, "Then take me to a nearby funeral home so I can buy some incense sticks."

"Okay, fasten your seat belt." The taxi driver did not refuse. He restarted the car and drove through several streets before the man bought some incense and candles. A whole bundle of incense was enough for dozens or even hundreds of graves.

He put the bundle of incense and candles into the travel bag he bought, and left Beiyan District with it in his hand. He did not take a ride, but walked on the asphalt road, enjoying the mountain and forest scenery along the way.

To the north is the Beifeng Mountains. During the Great Xia Dynasty, there was almost no one living there. Even now, there are still few people living there, so the further north you go, the fewer pedestrians and vehicles there are on the road.

Occasionally, there would be vehicles passing by, but at this moment, there were several off-road vehicles speeding from the road behind.

"Professor, does the Temple of the Eternal Emperor really exist?"

Ni Yuhan's woman leaned against the car window, flipping through a yellowed ancient book in her hand, "Many of his deeds are too incredible, such as meteorites falling from the sky and smashing the city wall with one punch... How can this be called a human being?"

"Haha, those are of course fake, but he is indeed the founding emperor of the Xia Dynasty. Just think about it, if a legendary king is discovered by us... he will probably become a celebrity not only in the archaeological community, but also in the whole world."

"Then I wish the professor all his wishes come true... Hey, isn't that the man on the same bus with us?" The woman had just put down the book when she saw the man's back walking uphill. When she uttered the last word "Cheng", she happened to see the man's profile and recognized him.

“Carrying a luggage bag and walking, could it be someone who lives in a nearby village?”

The woman asked the driver to slow down, rolled down the window and asked the man walking on the side of the road: "My friend, are you from nearby? It's too cold today. We can give you a ride."

The man was still wearing sunglasses, so no one could see what was in his eyes. He just smiled and waved at them, saying in a pure northern accent, "No need."

"You're a weirdo if you don't ride in a car!"

"That's called being cautious. I was really worried that he would come up." The professor pressed the electric window and asked the driver to speed up and catch up with the car in front. "We must not let outsiders know what we are going to do. If they report it, it will be troublesome."

"Professor, didn't you say that you got a permit for this tomb exploration?" Ni Yuhan was stunned. She was the student of the professor in front of her. Not only was she successful in archaeology, she also had a certain understanding of history.

Most importantly, her figure and appearance are the most beautiful among many female students. The professor called her here naturally to provide her with materials for writing her graduation thesis.

Along the way, Ni Yuhan seemed to have not yet understood the professor's emphasis on "graduation".

"The Great Xia Immortal Emperor's Tomb has always been a legend. So far, I have only found a few words about the Immortal Emperor's Temple in ancient books. How can I get a pass with these?"

The professor’s surname is Fu Gutong, he is 45 years old, a professor of history and archaeology, and has presided over dozens of rescue excavations of ancient tombs of various sizes.

Although he is an unrivalled figure in the archaeological community, he is also a big shot and has some international fame.

This time, in addition to the female student Ni Yuhan, there were eight experienced people in the archaeological team, and sixteen strong men in snow suits who got out of four other off-road vehicles, all of whom were people Ni Yuhan did not know.

"The Great Xia Emperor Changsheng Wu, a legendary figure, is hiding in this mountain when his death is imminent."

Seven off-road vehicles stopped at the foot of the snow-capped mountains. Fu Gutong exhaled a breath of white air, took off his fur hat, raised his gray head, and looked at the towering snow-capped mountains.

"He started a rebellion, annexed the six kingdoms, crossed the sea to attack the Japanese, traveled across the grasslands and the Western Provinces, and marched to the west of the world. Each time was such a magnificent feat. If we can find his resting place, I wonder how many treasures will be revealed."

"Professor Fu!"

Suddenly, an awkward Chinese language sounded in the team. Ni Yuhan looked back and saw a tall man who took off his snow hat, revealing brown hair and a typical Central Asian face. She was surprised that a foreigner had joined the team, and then she heard the other party whisper a reminder: "Remember what I want."

"I know. But only if we can find his grave."

Fu Gutong nodded, and without waiting for Ni Yuhan to ask what was going on, he asked the foreigner to leave two people to guard the vehicle, and after making preparations, he led everyone into the mountain.

The remaining two people cleared a piece of snow, took the fire-making tools from the car, lit a bonfire, and roasted the local chickens they bought in Beiyan District.

Zhizhi! !
That was the sound of shoes stepping on the snow. A figure was walking towards them from behind. Snowflakes were still floating near the snow-capped mountains, but the person who was walking towards them did not have any snow on his body.

The two guards who heard the footsteps hurriedly stood up and saw a figure carrying a luggage bag, walking straight past the convoy and towards the snowy forest.

"Who are you!"

These two people were locals hired by the Central Asians. They were brave enough to engage in street fights and were naturally alert when faced with someone who suddenly appeared.

"me?"

The man did not stop, but just raised his eyes and looked at the snow-capped mountains from behind his sunglasses, with a faint smile on his handsome and heroic profile.

"My name is Su Chen..."

(End of this chapter)