Concubine Allure: Pick up a prince and grab the country

Chapter 455 Chapter 502
There are brightly colored murals engraved on the walls around the underground palace. Yan Qingcheng let go of Chu Yuanheng's hand, and happily ran under the murals and exclaimed, "There are so many murals here——" Yan Qingcheng looked at it for a while, and felt that the paintings in the murals The ones seem human but not human, abstract and non-abstract, a little mind-boggling, "But I don't quite understand the content of the murals."

Chu Yuanheng walked to the bottom of the mural with his hands behind his back, and after taking a closer look at the mural, his phoenix eyes moved, as deep as Tan, and his brows looked a little dignified as a result:

"The story of the high priest of the gods and gates told in the murals."

Yan Qingcheng frowned, as if he couldn't think of it for a while, "The high priest of Shensimen?"

Chu Yuanheng turned his head and quickly glanced at the murals on the four walls, then at the altar-shaped thing in the center of the underground palace, and said with certainty:
"This should be the tomb of a certain high priest."

Yan Qingcheng looked at the thing that looked like an altar, and always felt like she had seen it before. She felt inexplicably familiar. She suddenly realized something and shouted in surprise:

"Shensimen? The Shensimen in Nanjing who is above the imperial power?"

"Exactly." Chu Yuanheng nodded, looking at the murals, looking a little distant and erratic, "The Shensimen not only overcame the supremacy of Nanjing's imperial power, but also overcame the supremacy of the imperial power in the previous dynasty. It is said that the high priests are chosen by the heavens, possessing supreme divine power, and can keep the priests undefeated for thousands of years."

Yan Qingcheng suddenly thought of the ghostly Fu Fengyu in red clothes like blood. She later checked Fu Fengyu's background and knew something about Fu Fengyu's identity. She turned her head and asked Chu Yuanheng.

"Fu Fengyu is the young priest of Nanjing, is he related to the priest?"

Chu Yuanheng said:

"Fu Fengyu is the only adopted son and only apprentice of Jiu Nan, the high priest of Shensimen."

Yan Qingcheng nodded in understanding.

"So that's how it is..." Suddenly she frowned slightly, "It's just——how could the tomb of the high priest of the Shensimen be in the territory of Qi Kingdom..."

Chu Yuanheng pointed it out. "The imperial capital of the previous dynasty is the current Qi State Imperial Capital." Yan Qingcheng nodded silently, looking at the murals and seemed to be thinking.

Chu Yuanheng pulled Yan Qingcheng to the next mural, thought for a while, and then said:
"Judging from this mural, this tomb should belong to Prince Xiao Qi from the previous dynasty."

"Xiao Qi? The prince?" Yan Qingcheng didn't know much about the former prince.

Chu Yuanheng pointed to the man on the mural and said:
"In the mural, this person is dressed in the costume of the prince of the former Jin Dynasty, and the sun and the moon appear behind him at the same time. He is standing on some kind of mysterious altar and offering sacrifices to the sky. It can be seen that he is a prince."

Yan Qingcheng was puzzled and said:
"The princes of the previous dynasty were no less than several hundred, how can you conclude that he is the prince Xiao Qi?"

Chu Yuanheng smiled slightly at Yan Qingcheng, and then spoke eloquently.

"It is rumored that Prince Xiao Qi was born with a psychic, a pair of ghost eyes, and can see all the souls in the three realms. Therefore, he was appointed by the high priest of the priest's gate as the next high priest of the priest's gate. It just so happened that Xiao Qi was designated as the next young priest, so the imperial family of the former Jin Dynasty followed suit and sent the young prince Xiao Qi to be trained by the Shensi sect until Xiao Qi succeeded to the position of high priest after being crowned."

Ghost eyes——

Yan Qingcheng's heart moved, and then continued to ask:

"What then?"

With one hand behind his back, Chu Yuanheng slightly raised his head and stared at the mural with a solemn face, as if seeing the distant past through the mural.

(End of this chapter)