Soon I rushed to Baishui Inn. Through the mysterious energy investigation, I found an ancient mahogany box sealed by a cold man under the bed.

Blood unsealed the seal and I opened the box.

What caught my eye was a photo or a black and white photo, which should have been taken decades ago.

In the photo, I and the cold man were standing side by side. It can be seen that I took this photo specially.

This is the first time I saw that I in the photo. Although I saw him in the bronze mirror before, it is a different feeling now.

In the photo, we hugged our shoulders and showed gentle smiles, which was obvious that we were a friend of life and death.

I flipped through the photo and said: Chen Kunlun and Ao Ze took it in September 1975.

I calculated that this time point was the year when I and Gao Leng Man returned from the bottom of the Yellow River and went to Kunlun Mountain.

I guess that time we all knew that ‘I’ would die, and taking this photo was simply a commemoration.

The cold man put this photo in the most conspicuous place, which is a kind of inheritance and a kind of farewell.

It seems that he expected that he would have such a disaster this time, so he said goodbye to me in advance.

The circles of my eyes are slightly red, and this friendship can only be formed after experiencing too much life and death.

Although strictly speaking, that is not me, I can experience the pain of parting.

Because although I am only in my early twenties, I have experienced this kind of separation many times, grandpa, red fish...

Putting away the photo, I continued to flip through the wooden box. Below is a note, which is Ao Ze's notes.

This should be a rubbing, and it can be seen that it was another note that Ao Ze had just recently excerpted from himself. He chose to hide some secrets that he could not tell, and recorded all the things he could tell me in text.

His fonts are extremely graceful, as handsome as his appearance.

I read it word by word, and don't want to miss a little clue.

It took me half an hour to read it before I roughly figured out what happened to the Yellow River Divine Palace.

The story goes back to the 999th year of the Song Dynasty. That period of history was the era when the Feng Shui circle was blocked, that is, the period when the descendant of the Ancestral Dragon, Qin Xuan, created the Chenjiazhuang tragedy.

When Emperor Chen Qing came with a four-legged coffin, he broke through the extreme aura of Feng Shui master and climbed to the sky and killed the gods. As a result, he fell, which led to the Nine Dragon pulling the coffin descending from the sky, suppressing it in Qinglong Mountain, and falling into the Heavenly Dao Dragon Slaying Bureau.

And it was that year that many supernatural events occurred in the world.

Perhaps because too many Xuanmen masters were killed by Emperor Chen Qing for this incident, there were no masters in the Feng Shui world at that time. The foundation of Xuanmen was shaken, and many ghosts and monsters came out to harm the world.

That year, the three demons broke into chaos in the court. The fox demon, the snake demon, and the yellow-skin demon, turned into human forms and became ministers and intervened in the temple.

The evil spirit no longer practices hard, but uses the human essence as the essence to improve his cultivation and intends to achieve enlightenment and become immortals.

And their intervention in the court and their status was respectful, which made the people panic and the world chaotic.

Not only are evil and evil, but ghosts and monsters also cause harm to the world.

At that time, the Song and Liao dynasties were fighting each other, and people were dying every day.

At that time, the Yin Si also focused on Chenjiazhuang, which was later Fengmen Village. It seemed that he turned a blind eye to the dead souls on earth. He was just a routine soul-hiding soul. The dead souls who escaped and wandered away from the human world did not pursue them vigorously, resulting in countless ghosts on earth.
Chapter completed!