dragon hunter

Chapter 214 Unlocking Cao Ling

The high priest has indeed gone out. This mysterious guy seems to have already made up everything.

I couldn't find any clues about my mother, and I was depressed. Fatty Wang kept telling bad jokes to comfort me.

I'm not a mother-in-law, especially right now, there are more important things to do, and I can't affect everyone because of my personal emotions.

The matter about my mother is deeply buried in my heart, so I can only look for opportunities to investigate in the future.

Although she warned me not to ask, but if I don't inquire clearly, how can I be reconciled?

Completed the commission of the high priest, sealed the black talisman in the incense wooden box, automatically turned into green smoke, and dissipated.

Just relying on this hand, let me take a high look at the high priest who has never met before. This kind of method is really beyond my understanding.

After getting the incense from the two worlds, we hurried back to Huling Village. I was on guard all the way, guarding against the old coffin ladle of the Sima family.

However, this old thing seemed to have evaporated from the world, and never appeared again from the beginning to the end.

The old farmer has also prepared things, and now everything is ready, waiting to open Cao Ling.

Before opening the Cao Mausoleum, the old farmer hesitated and made a request to us. He hoped that we could help him purify the water source in the village.

I was taken aback, thinking of those red bugs in the water, and sighed in my heart.

Speaking of it, this is the old farmer's own sin, but the mastermind, Cordyceps, is gone, and it is meaningless to pursue these now.

Purifying the water source is not a complicated matter. We agreed, and after a lot of trouble, when we arrived at the entrance of Cao Ling, there was already a waning moon in the sky.

"There are broken stones everywhere here, and you don't see any entrance?" Fatty Wang looked around suspiciously.

I am familiar with this place. It was here last time that I met Mrs. Cordyceps.

"The entrance is not in the Yang Realm at all, so you can't see it." The old farmer responded to Fatty Wang's question.

Li Xiaolei and Yin Xian'er, these two women from the Wu family, seemed to have reached an agreement, whispering together, the relationship seemed very close.

The Seventeenth Master was mature and prudent, standing aside, carefully inspecting his surroundings.

"Give me the incense of the two worlds, and open the entrance of Cao Ling. You need this thing." The old farmer stretched out his hand and begged for it.

I took out the wooden box containing the incense from the two worlds and handed it to the other party. I was a little curious in my heart, wondering what kind of existence the entrance of Cao Ling was.

The old farmer walked to a remnant stele, lit two worlds of incense, respectfully inserted it in front of the stele, and bowed.

"Cao Ajin, the protector of Cao's mausoleum, broke the ban and opened the ancestor's tomb today just to save his granddaughter's life. I will bear all the consequences." The old farmer said seriously.

The Seventeenth Lord came over with a complicated expression on his face. He sighed for a long time. If he hadn't had to, he probably wouldn't have opened Cao Ling.

Fatty Wang was heartless, and leaned next to the second daughter, bragging about his shamelessness, but what kind of virtue was this guy, the second daughter who had been with him for a while naturally knew it clearly, ignored this guy, and just treated it as He's telling a joke.

The old farmer took out a small porcelain bottle, dipped it in with a brush, held the brush in one hand, and began to copy the writing on the stone tablet stroke by stroke.

The blood-red handwriting appeared on the stone tablet one by one, and what was contained in the small porcelain bottle was the painstaking efforts of the tomb guards.

I keenly felt that the air of the earth veins under my feet was flowing abnormally, and a white mist gradually rose around.

"Did you feel that the temperature has dropped a lot?" Fatty Wang folded his arms and shivered.

Naturally, I felt overwhelmed, it was the evil spirit gathered from all directions.

There was a blur in front of my eyes, and a stone gate floated out of thin air on the opposite mountain wall. On the stone gate, one left and one right, each had a relief of a strange beast.

"It's amazing. The tomb has been built so concealed that even a god can't take a tile away." Fatty Wang leaned over to express his gratitude.

After copying the stele, the old farmer chanted a spell that we couldn't understand. He raised his head and poured the rest of his blood in the small porcelain bottle into his mouth. He walked to the stone gate and spit out a mouthful of blood mist.

The stone door opened slowly, and an extremely cold evil spirit gushed out from inside, making us all shudder.

A beam of flashlight came from behind and shone behind the stone gate. In the hazy fog, the mysterious Cao Ling revealed the tip of the iceberg.

I squinted and looked along the beam of the flashlight. Behind the stone gate, neatly lined up, were two teams of terracotta warriors, holding bronze daggers, very chilling.

"There are terracotta warriors guarding over there, how do we get in?" Li Xiaolei walked over, frowning and staring at the front.

I looked at those terracotta warriors with swords, and my face was a little dignified. Those things are very sensitive to yang energy, and if I don't pay attention, they will wake up these sleeping guys.

"It's still the old way, to seal the ears and nose with cloudy soil." Seventeenth Master took out a ball of black mud.

With the previous experience, although it is inevitable to be frightened, we still passed the array of terracotta warriors without any danger.

The temperature in the tomb was very low, and after we entered, the stone door behind us disappeared.

But when we passed the array of terracotta warriors, no one dared to speak until we came out. Fatty Wang grabbed the old farmer and asked us how to get out.

"It's the first time I've come in, so I can only take one step and look at it." The old farmer said with a sad face and spread his hands.

Fatty Wang immediately exploded, calling out that he had been fooled, complaining non-stop, and I yelled at him before he stopped.

There is no way out, I said in my heart that I am not worried, that is a lie, but I have already entered, so naturally I have to concentrate and deal with the danger in front of me.

With the help of the flashlight beam, I looked around carefully, judging only from the floor tiles and tomb passages, the mysterious Cao Mausoleum in front of me was a level higher than the star-struck tomb I entered last time.

The floor tiles under my feet are densely packed, with some words engraved on them, which are somewhat similar to the Yin Mingwen I saw last time.

"The inscription on the floor tiles is Pluto's Soul Suppressing Curse. If you die in the tomb, your soul will be trapped here, and you won't be able to reincarnate." Seventeenth Master said in a heavy tone.

My heart tightened, Cao Ling was indeed in danger every step of the way, and the details I saw were enough for me to raise the danger level of this mausoleum up a notch.

"I once heard such a legend from an old man in the family. It is said that before the death of Cao Cao's ancestor, he said that he had three regrets in his life. The craftsmen set up traps in the tomb based on the three regrets." The old farmer said suddenly.

"Which three regrets?" I asked urgently.

"There are several different versions that have been handed down, and I don't know which three." The old farmer shook his head.

"Hey, it doesn't mean you didn't say anything." Fatty Wang's fat face suddenly collapsed.

"Don't just gossip, hurry up." The Seventeenth Master urged from the side.

We cautiously explored along the tomb passage. In order to prevent stepping on the mechanism, the Seventeenth Lord walked in the front, throwing marbles from time to time, and explored around.

Surprisingly, along the way, I didn't encounter any organs.

Not only did I not relax in my heart, but I became more nervous. I thought with my toes, how could the tomb of the famous treacherous hero Cao Cao be so smooth.

"This hellish place is freezing cold, so hurry up, or you'll be seriously ill when you go back." Fatty Wang held his arms and kept shivering.

The Seventeenth Lord is calm. This old man has kung fu, and a little evil spirit has no effect on him.

I have strong yang energy, and I can keep out the cold. The old farmer is not as good, and the second daughter, Li Xiaolei, is probably about the same as Fatty Wang.

I turned my head and saw the two girls behind me, their faces turned pale from the cold, and I thought it was impossible to go on like this.

The evil spirit in the tomb is invisible and intangible, and it is more difficult to bear than the cold air of ice and snow.

I took out a few blank talisman papers, reached out and bit my fingers, and drew on them.

After a while, I distributed the drawn talisman paper to my companions. These are all evil spirit talismans, which can resist evil spirits and coldness for a certain period of time.

Seventeenth Lord, who was walking in the front, stretched out his hand and made a stop gesture. I raised my head and looked forward. A block of dark square stones blocked the way ahead.

"This is the Broken Dragon Gate, I hope it is a living gate, not a dead gate." The Seventeenth Master said in a low voice.

"A piece of broken stone, how can we still divide life and death?" Fatty Wang asked a little strangely.

"Live gates, you can find a mechanism to lift the broken dragon gate, and dead gates, we have to find other ways to pass." Seventeenth Master explained.

I walked up to the Seventeenth Master and looked around. The stone wall on the side was bare, not like a hidden mechanism.

The Seventeenth Lord said hello, let us tap on the stone wall inch by inch to see if we can find the hidden mechanism.

Fortunately, the broken dragon gate in front of him was a trap, and Li Xiaolei was lucky enough to find the mechanism to open it.

Then, under our watchful eyes, the giant ashlar was slowly lifted up under the pull of the internal iron chain.

"Hey, how many talismans fell from the ground?" I stared.

Under the broken dragon gate, there were a few pieces of yellow talisman paper scattered. The runes were bright red, and the cinnabar used was not ordinary.

I walked over, curiously picked up the talisman paper, and was surprised when I saw the runes drawn on it.

"Shrink the ground into an inch! Isn't this method of drawing talisman paper lost long ago?" I shouted in surprise.

Shrinking the ground into an inch is a kind of talisman commonly used by ancient Fengshui masters on the road, but the method of drawing it was lost hundreds of years ago.

A small "Zhang" was written on the corner of the yellow talisman paper. I touched the astrolabe in my arms and guessed that these talisman papers were left by my ancestors.

"Oh my god, there are a lot of skeletons lying in the back passage." Fatty Wang exclaimed in surprise.

I put away those talisman papers, squinted my eyes, and looked at the passage behind the Broken Dragon Gate, and saw wreckage crowded behind the Broken Dragon Gate.

Judging from the shredded clothes on the wreckage, those who were suffocated to death in the tomb should be the craftsmen who built the tomb.

On the stone wall at the side, a mechanism was smashed, which should be the mechanism that opened the dragon-breaking gate from the inside.

"It's no wonder there are ground-shrinking talismans scattered on the ground. The ancestors should have participated in the construction of the mausoleum, but at the last moment, he used the shrinking talismans to escape." I restored the truth through the scene in front of me.

(End of this chapter)