dragon hunter

Chapter 398
I stood in front of an ancient tomb of unknown origin, and there was a rustling sound behind me.

I turned around and saw the native master appearing at the edge of the woods, going around in circles, and was about to walk out of the range of the ecstasy circle.

"I didn't expect this guy to look wretched, but he still has some abilities." A surprise flashed in my eyes. I thought that the other party would be trapped for a while, but I didn't know that he still had two brushes.

In order not to let the other party come and interfere with us, I took out a stack of yellow talisman paper and walked over a few trees pasted on the edge to strengthen the effect of the ecstasy formation.

Affected by the phantom array, even if the other party sees me who is close at hand, they will turn a blind eye.

Old Fangtou wandered around with great interest. He is a native of Panlong Town. All along, the painting idiot prince only existed in rumors. Now he saw a tomb suspected to be the other party, and his curiosity was aroused. .

"Do you know that there are many, many rumors about this painting idiot prince, each of which is more bizarre than the other." The old Fangtou said.

He was a painter in his previous life, and compared to others, he knew the most about the various rumors about this painterly prince.

"Oh? Let's hear it." I looked at the ruins on the ground.

The stone tablet recording the other party's life has become blurred and difficult to distinguish. If you want to understand this painting idiot prince, you can only rely on true and false rumors.

"It's strange to say that the version of the story of this idiot prince has become more and more bizarre as time goes by. It seems that the rumors are getting more and more exaggerated." The old Fangtou said with emotion.

I didn't speak, and waited for the other party to continue talking.

"When I was a painter, I heard from an old man in the small town that this painterly prince likes to collect ancient paintings. It is said that his wife is a very famous painter." Old Fangtou slowly narrated with.

"However, when I died and took the body of the paper figurine, the rumors changed again." The old Fangtou said this, with memories in his eyes.

"Things passed down by word of mouth will always change with the passage of time." I said casually.

"At that time, I heard from people in the small town that this painting-crazed prince bought an ancient painting, and the painting produced a spirit charm, which turned into a woman, who was his later wife." The old square man said. Changed rumored version.

"Then now, what has become of the rumors?" I asked curiously.

There was a strange look in the old Fangtou's eyes, he didn't answer my question in a hurry, but looked at me sideways, and said, "Do you know that the painting idiot prince is actually surnamed Ruan."

I froze for a moment, something seemed to flash through my mind, but I didn't catch it.

"You don't mean that the ruined Ruan family is actually the descendant of this painting idiot prince?" I asked incredulously.

The old Fangtou smiled, changed the topic, and turned to talk about the latest version of rumors about the painting idiot prince.

"Nowadays in the small town, not many people know about the painting idiot prince, only some elderly people occasionally talk about the painting idiot prince, but the story they tell has another version." Old Fang The head looks a little strange.

I listened quietly, and suddenly realized that the old Fangtou said this on purpose, and he might have discovered something.

"In the mouths of those old people, the painting idiot prince has changed his name to Immortal in Painting, saying that he is the reincarnation of an immortal, and he left a painting in the mortal world. Secret." After the old square man finished speaking, he looked at me with his eyes.

"Do you think that someone is deliberately leading these rumors?" I looked into the other person's eyes and asked.

If you were someone outside the circle, you would only feel that things like rumors are unreliable, and the more they spread, the more distorted they become.

But I learned a lot of secrets from the dilapidated classics, and smelled something different from the rumors that have changed over time.

"I didn't pay much attention to these rumors at first, but now that I see this ancient tomb, I suddenly think of many strange places." The old square head looked around.

"I've heard of a secret technique called Concentration Rebirth. When a person dies, if his name and deeds are often mentioned, then he may be resurrected in a certain way." I said in a deep voice. talking.

"I see. Do you think all this is a coincidence, or is there really someone behind the scenes?" The old Fangtou looked at me inquiringly.

I didn't speak, but bent over and searched among the ruins on the ground.

In fact, I already have a vague guess in my mind, but there are still some key nodes that I haven't thought through clearly. I just hope that some clues can be found in these residues.

Suddenly, something shining in the sun caught my attention.

I walked over quickly, squatted down, scraped away the dirt on the ground, and took out the shiny thing.

Looking at the things in my hand, I found that it was a broken gossip mirror, and the flickering light was the sunlight reflected by the mirror.

"The style of this gossip mirror looks familiar." I frowned and thought.

The gossip mirror is a standard tool for Fengshui masters. It is not uncommon to find a broken gossip mirror around the tomb.

Although the general appearance of the gossip mirrors is the same, in fact, according to the personal habits of the feng shui masters, there are still big differences in some details.

The most obvious difference is the pattern on the back of the mirror, North Azure Dragon and South Suzaku, referring to the patterns preferred by the feng shui masters of the northern and southern schools.

If there is a green dragon tattooed on the back of a gossip mirror, it means that the Feng Shui master is probably from the northern school, otherwise it is from the southern school.

However, the tattoo on the back of my gossip mirror is neither Qinglong nor Suzaku, but rather rare Pixiu.

Pixiu can gather wealth, but there are very few Feng Shui masters who tattoo Pixiu on the gossip mirror, because Pixiu is too greedy, and it is difficult for ordinary Feng Shui masters to control.

However, the feng shui masters of our Xunlong Zhang family lineage have a special liking for Pixiu. In my generation, the lack of inheritance is serious. I have also been repaired in the tomb, so I have never used the Eight Diagrams Mirror.

"Could it be that the Feng Shui master who built this mausoleum was the ancestor of my Zhang family?" I guessed in my heart.

This broken gossip mirror found by accident gave me a bit of evidence to support the guess in my heart, but there are still some things that I haven't thought through yet.

After searching around carefully, I have basically confirmed that this mausoleum of unknown age was indeed made by the ancestors of my Zhang family.

The feng shui layout here is mutually confirmed with some records in the dilapidated scriptures, and there are even some advanced layouts that I didn't understand.

I feel a little ashamed in my heart. As a Feng Shui master, it’s fine if I haven’t seen the Yin House for others. I can’t even understand the Feng Shui layout of the Yin House. I can only say that the inheritance of the Zhang family has indeed declined.

"Brother Zhang, come here quickly, the handwriting on this stone tablet can still be seen clearly." Old Fangtou greeted from the side.

I was overjoyed, turned around immediately, and walked quickly towards the old square head.

No matter how much you think about it, it is just your own speculation. If it can be confirmed by words, that would be great.

Beside the broken stele, there is a half-broken stone tortoise, which is a very common layout in tombs.

I stared at the indistinct handwriting on the stele, and realized that it was not the biography of the owner of the tomb, but the autobiography of the feng shui master who built the mausoleum.

People pass by and leave a voice, and geese pass by and leave marks.

Many Feng Shui masters have never had the opportunity to build a large-scale mausoleum throughout their lives, so it is also very common for future generations to leave their own life after the mausoleum is built.

"It's really the ancestor of my Zhang family. He said in the back of his autobiography that at the request of the owner of the tomb, he will help him fulfill his last wish. What is that wish?" I frowned and stared at the stele, but unfortunately the key part was missing.

"Finally, I know that the painting idiot prince is neither from the Tang Dynasty nor the Song Dynasty, but a king with a different surname in the late Ming Dynasty." Old Fangtou said with emotion.

"It's a bit strange. In various versions, the date of birth of that painting idiot prince seems to have been deliberately blurred." The old Fangtou continued to mutter to himself.

I didn't speak, I lowered my head and sorted out the clues in my mind. Based on time calculations, the ancestor of the Zhang family who gave the painting to pass on the secret method to the descendants of the Ruan family is likely to be the same person as the Feng Shui master who built the mausoleum.

"The painting idiot prince's surname is Ruan. Could it be that the ancestors donated paintings to the Ruan family in order to fulfill the other party's last wish?" I muttered to myself.

"This also makes sense. The prince is worried about future generations, so he left a miraculous ancient painting and asked your ancestors to give it to his descendants to ensure that the future generations of the Ruan family will be rich and honored. But why didn't he just give it to his descendants directly? A circle?" The old square man said from the side.

"That just shows that this matter must still be hidden. We don't know the inside story." I replied in a deep voice.

"Since it's the mausoleum built by your ancestors, you must know how to get in. Shall we go down and have a look?" the old square head asked.

"Although it's disrespectful to the deceased, I really want to know what kind of ancient painting can make Dao Festival unforgettable." I nodded.

Whether it is to find out the secrets of the Dao Festival, or to restore the truth about the paintings given to the Ruan family by the ancestors of the Zhang family, I think it is necessary to go to the mausoleum.

Fortunately, this mausoleum was built by my ancestors. I have seen the basic layout in the dilapidated relatives, and I know where the entrance to the mausoleum is.

However, entrances like this will most likely be sealed with broken dragon stones after the owner of the tomb is buried.

I stretched out my hands to pinch for a moment, then went to strengthen the seal on the other side of the ecstasy formation, and then walked towards the Dongfang Qinglong position.

The Tu Fuzi with the brand name Wang Chuanshan was sweating profusely at the moment, and he kept circling around the edge of the forest. He was dazzled by the reinforced ecstasy formation.

The old Fangtou followed behind me, watching my every move curiously. In a short time, his body seemed to have aged a bit.

I asked a question with concern, and he said that he was very good, and that he had lived for so many years, and there was nothing he couldn't see through.

As I expected, the entrance to the mausoleum was indeed sealed by the broken dragon stone, but this couldn't help me.

(End of this chapter)