Chapter 25: Painting Door

I was alone on the rocks, and I was thinking about the meaning of "there is a mountain in the earth" repeatedly in my mind, feeling that this image belongs to the "Quan" hexagram, which should also mean "control with stillness and be humble and ashamed of the valley". It seems that I should temporarily hide and hide and wait for the opportunity to appear.

Later, I became sleepy and I had one eye open when I slept all these years, but I don’t know what happened today. When my upper and lower eyelids started fighting, I could no longer open my eyes when I closed my eyes. A vague thought suddenly flashed through my sleep - how can I sleep in the gloomy mausoleum area of ​​"Coffin Gorge"?

Then I suddenly woke up. The temperature difference between day and night in the mountains was very large, and I felt that the night was as cool as water. There was no moonlight deep at the bottom of the canyon. It was dark everywhere. It turned out that I had been sleeping for a long time. I shook my head hard to wake myself up. My eyes gradually adapted to the environment in the dark. I vaguely felt something was wrong around me. When I looked closely, there was a miraculous scene in my eyes. The gate that I had drawn on the cliff stone screen with the "Mountain Viewing Magic Pen" was slowly opened quietly and silently.

The dried-up waterfall stone screen is 100 meters high. Even on the dark night, you can see a large vague white rock layer. I suddenly found that the door painted on the stone screen was suddenly opened, revealing a dark cave entrance.

At first, I was shocked and surprised, and I thought it was in a dream or in the dark night. I rubbed my eyes hard and watched again. I saw that the black cave was still squirming slightly. Not only that, I also immediately noticed a strange slight trembling sound in the air.

I didn't dare to be careless, so I hurriedly woke Shirley and Yang and others from my sleep. Everyone was surprised when they saw the unusual situation on the rock wall. They didn't know the truth for a while, and no one dared to act rashly. They had to continue to lie in place and observe the movements without turning their eyes.

I could only hear the sound of buzzing wings everywhere in the bushes at the bottom of the canyon. The buzzing sound gradually became dense. I felt that the sound seemed familiar. It should be some kind of flying insects, but it did not look like the "thicken grass ghost" in the canyon.

At this time, he heard Professor Sun blurting out: "Sting bees! The rock walls of the door are full of sting bees..." As soon as he said that, he quickly reached out and covered his mouth tightly, for fear that the sound would be too loud, alarming the wild bees in the mountains.

I have also seen some slight gaze. It turned out that groups of wild bees were rushing over from all directions. It seemed that there was a kind of bee-guiding drug left by the "Shan Guan Zhibing" that caused the bees to leave the nest. Most of the wild bees in the mountains were "washings". It was not a joke to stung people. But the fat man and I used to poke countless hornet nests. We have always been familiar with the habits of wild bees. Although we feel strange at this moment, we don't know what the method of the magical strokes of the mountain Guan Zhibing is strange, but we are not panicked by the large group of wild bees appearing in the canyon.

Seeing that Professor Sun was a little panicked, I whispered to him: "Don't panic. Unless the hive is threatened, the wild bees will not easily attack irrelevant people. As long as they lie here and don't move, there should be no danger."

Professor Sun felt relieved after hearing this, but when he went to the countryside to collect cultural relics, he was stung by wild bees in the mountains. He saw countless wild bees gathering more and more around him. The bees were surging, and it looked like clouds and mist was floating, which was a wonder. The sound of wild bees flapping their wings roaring in the forest. He had truly experienced the power of stinging bees. Once he was bitten by a snake, he was afraid of the ropes for ten years. He always believed that even the bees in the mountains were not as terrifying as such a large-scale bee swarm.

At this moment, seeing the black bee swarm coming over the sky, Master Sun Jiu could not help but feel his courage trembled. His brain was bursting with waves. He had to close his eyes and block his ears with his hands, not listening to the "buzzing" sound of the bee swarm. However, the sound was still like thick and powerful hornets drilling into the human head, and the expression on his face was extremely ugly.

I didn't expect that the ink stroke marks would be so effective, driving a large group of wild bees, regardless of the late night, and surging in a steady stream. If the wild bees suddenly explode and hurt people, we would be unable to escape in the canyon. We would inevitably be like Li Li to be in danger, and secretly scolded Guanshan Taibao Feng Shigu, the old landlord leader who deceived people to use medicine and ink to attract bee swarms. Which fucking drama is he going to sing?

Shirley Yang lowered his voice and said in my ear: "Old Hu, I think this is like a method of moving mountains and dividing armor. We should not act rashly and wait and see what changes are the best."

I nodded and gestured to the fat man who was about to run to the river, asking everyone not to rush to escape, and to pluck the courage to take a look.

Not long after, the wild bees seemed to have been so intoxicated by the ink marks left by the "Mountain Viewing Magic Pen". They secreted waxy on a branch of a tree next to the mountain wall, forming several beehives.

The wild bees gathered from all sides do not seem to belong to the same group. Some are woolen nests using soil and rocks, while some wall bees built their nests on the nest walls of wild bees. However, the black-tailed and black-headed wild bees have the largest number, far more than other bee colonies, and they are even more experts in nesting. They build their hives bigger and bigger, gradually connecting several large bee colonies to form a huge nest, and the rest of the small bee colonies are wrapped in it.

In about an hour, the beehive was two or three meters square. The dense bee pupae were climbing in and out on it, clamoring, and the big tree branches hanging there were bent down, and they almost pressed on the ground with a trembling slight pressure.

The more we looked, the more strange we became. Suddenly, we felt that there was a white light on the mountain wall. The gate painted on the rocks was gradually undergoing some change as the wild bees crawled back and forth, and the dark ink marks showed a flash of flashing light. At night, it looked like a strange white ghost fire.

The wild huskers gathered in the huge hive seemed to be frightened by the ghost fire on the rock walls, flew out of the nest one after another, circling around the nest in a mess.

I suddenly realized that the ink marks on the rock gradually appeared in a luminous shape over time, and actually created an illusion of rising flames and burning fire, which made the large group of wild bees in the nest confused and mistakenly thought that the fire in the forest endangered the nest, so I was confused and broke out of the nest.

We barely suppressed the panic in our hearts. Although we knew that Guanshan Taibao was good at extraordinary arts, he was not inferior to the "Golden Shui Captain" in addition to mastering the methods of Yin and Yang Feng Shui, and in terms of strange ways such as the art of restraint and restraint, he probably wouldn't give in to his "Mountain Taoist" and could not see through the mechanism of the system for a while, so he had to hold on to continue peeping.

What happened next was even more scattering. After the bees left, they quickly restored order from the chaotic situation. Although the object was small, it seemed to have its own orders and there was no sign of escape. Instead, in order not to let the flames burn the nest, they gathered together and flew above the beehive to drown and wet the beehive. The word "bee drowning" is what the artist said, but in fact it is not "ducking", it should be a secretion of wild bees, transparent and odorless. A wild bee can secrete at most a tear-sized "bee drowning". And only when the beehive catches fire, will the wild bee drowning bee drowning bee drowning bee drowning.

Tens of thousands of bee colonies rushed to the top, and soon they used "bee drowning" to soak the bee hive. In a moment, the "bee drowning" had already flowed all over the bee hive and kept dripping onto the bluestone slab directly below.

"Bees drown" touches the stone, such as acid and rotten iron. On the surface of the bluestone underground, a large pit with a diameter of about several feet was silently eroded by the "bees drown". As more "bees drown" drips, the stones and soil under the beehive penetrate the ground, and a very deep hole was quickly formed.

When I saw this, I finally found out that it was such a "painted land as a gate". The entrance to the ancient tomb of Dixian Village was not at the dry waterfall, but under the old tree opposite. In this situation, I had to admire the fact that the technique of "Surveying Mountains and Taibao" was indeed strange and unpredictable. I also remembered that there were similar records in the technique of "moving mountains and dividing armor".

Wild hornets in the deep mountains are originally non-toxic and have the effect of breaking through the soil and rocks. They are only flowing from the beehive and cannot be retained, so the hole can only be straight up and down. In addition, if wild horn juice is mixed with it, it can be used to make voodoo, apply it to the cluster of arrows, and use it to stab the crocodile. The crocodile will die if it takes one step. In the future, the bear will also die if it takes one step after being shot. If the crocodile will die after two steps, the bear will also die if it takes two steps. The principle is difficult for outsiders to see the mystery. Now these native witchcraft have been lost for a long time. In the tomb robbery technique, only the method of "bee drowning through the mountains" has been passed down.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but feel a sudden sigh that most of the strange secret techniques I saw and heard in my life have been lost now, and all kinds of secret techniques of fighting have declined, and the content passed down has become less and less. It is estimated that in many years, it will also be completely lost and cut off. Just like the ancient tombs we have entered, ancient people like to take away the secrets and wealth of their lives when they die. They would rather rot into mud underground than leave them to irrelevant people.

As the holes on the rocks became deeper and deeper, we still couldn't see the bottom, we began to wonder in our hearts. We really don't know how deep the ancient tomb was hidden underground and what would happen to Dixian Village?

Professor Sun recovered from his spirit at this time. Seeing the green soil, there were silver-white rock layers, he immediately seemed particularly excited and said in a trembling voice: "It must be the ancient tomb of Dixian Village... The white rock layers are all dead silver, this is the iron wall and silver screen."

It is said that if silver accumulates for a long time, it will decay into silver mud, which is commonly known as "dead silver". The decayed silver mud is as hard as iron after weathering. When it is smashed with a hammer hammer, it can only make a white mark. If the "silver screen" is used as a barrier to the tomb wall, it will be much stronger and more stable than ordinary rammed earth walls.

Moreover, the silver screen is thick and difficult to transmit sound. Even those with sharp ear sounds cannot use the technique of listening to wind and thunder to detect the location of the underground ancient tomb. There is another advantage of dead silver. If there are insects such as silver ants nearby and there is damage in the middle of the silver layer, it can also be bred and filled through the activities of insects and ants. In other words, the entrance of this ancient tomb only appears temporarily, and the iron wall of the silver screen will be closed again, and it is still covered with soil, grass and trees. People who don’t know the specific location cannot find the exact location at all.

This method was originally from the art of "Jin Miao". It was an ancient "mystery mantra" that could only be mastered by the ancient Jinmiao leader. The people who know it are very limited. Moreover, because it is too confidential, it has been lost for hundreds of years. No one in the world has learned this path anymore. However, most people who study art know that there was such a mysterious set of "talismans" hundreds of years ago. The so-called "talismans" used by Jinmiao can also be called "spells". In fact, this "law" means "method", which is the "method" of using "art", which is a general term including talismans, slogans, font sizes, hexagrams, props, and secret recipes. There is a leader in each group of Jinmiao, which is regarded as "golden head". Only the golden head masters the ancient and mysterious art of "Golden Curse".

The gold, silver and treasures buried deep underground will become spiritual and spiritual after a long time. This set of ancient cryptic spells that hold up gold is specifically used to force out the "golden soul and silver spirit" from the ground, then prick it with a needle, and follow the clues to find the underground treasure. However, if there is no "gold head" curse to bring the gold and silver spirit back to its position, all the gold and silver dug will rot like black mud and rotten wood, and it is worthless. The natives call it "gold and silver manure", but the dead silver is special in nature and is extremely strong. It cuts a white dot with an axe and hammer, so it is called a silver screen and iron wall.

However, a large amount of "dead silver" needs to be accumulated over the years, and it is not easy to form silver screens and iron walls in the short term. They are rare in tombs. Only such legends have long been found in the "Dixian Village Ancient Tomb". Therefore, Professor Sun immediately concluded that under the silver corpse rock layer, there must be the entrance to the "Dixian Village Ancient Tomb". However, no one expected that the entrance to the ancient tomb would appear in front of everyone in this way.

The ghost fire at the old road of the dry waterfall gradually dimmed, and the bees kept dripping and dripping. Suddenly, the sound of bricks and stones cracking underground suddenly rose. A wisp of white smoke rushed straight from the crypt, turning the huge beehive on the tree branch into the air. The beehive cracked into several petals, some fell in the forest, and some hit the cliffs. Many wild huts were rushed by the white smoke in the crypt, and they were either dead or injured. A large number of dead bees were left on the ground. When the nest was gone, the trees fell down and Hu Sun scattered, all of them escaped.

We were hiding under the nearby rocks to watch the movement, and suddenly we saw white smoke spraying from the crypt. A storm of bees rained in the air. Countless dead bees fell down, falling all over our heads and bodies, and the thick white mist spread out immediately.

Everyone hurriedly covered their mouths and noses and dodged back, but they were still half a step late. They felt like a handful of lime was suddenly sprinkled on their faces, which were spicy and choked. The snot and tears suddenly flowed down. They were tinnitus and dazzled with their eyes and eyes. Fortunately, they were on the side of the crypt, and the distance was not close, and they were not directly sprayed by the white smoke from the ancient tomb. Even so, they felt nauseous and dry retching. After a while, the white mist that stabbed people's eyes and mouths and noses came and went quickly, and disappeared in an instant. After we pulled down the dead bee on our bodies, we looked at the old tree, and there was only a bottomless cave left.

The fat man spitted on the ground, and poked his head and opened a picture into the crypt, cursing: "What's so sensation? It's so damn it, I said, don't underestimate the landlord class, comrades, this group of Guanshan Taibao is also a small demon in the temple, and there are many turtles in the pool. Judging from this posture, there must be all kinds of Mingyi in the tomb. Don't hesitate, just go in and copy it."

I also went over and took a look. The iron wall screen was very deep, and it was impossible to shine the end with the "wolf-eyed flashlight". Professor Sun took out the gas mask and put it on his head, and was impatient to go down and take a look. I stopped him and said, "I have to take it seriously this time. How can I really let you go to the tomb to rush to mines? Or I'll go down first, and you can follow me after you have discovered the situation."

I don't allow everyone to fight. I will go down and explore later. If everything is normal, then the whole group will go in together. I didn't want my youngest girl to take risks, but I also wanted to rely on her to crack the ambush in the tomb. Considering that she had participated in militia training, she was also very clear about the "Simplified Militia Communication Measures" that was common at that time. In addition to being bold and meticulous, she also had certain military qualities, so I decided to let her go with her, but she told her to stay away from Shirley Yang and never walk at the front or at the end of the expedition.

I asked everyone to make the final preparations, throw away all the things that were not useful, put on all the protective gear, and counted the equipment, and distributed the lighting tools evenly to each person. The gas masks for three people were added to spare, and only one was left after being distributed to five people for emergency use. The gas mask carrying bags were hung on their chests and could be used anytime and anywhere.

After a hurry to prepare, more than an hour had passed. It was windy enough to come to the tomb passage. I threw a cold firework into the cave. I saw that the cave was about ten meters deep. I easily covered my gas mask, pulled the ground with a flying tiger claw, and hung down to the ground with a "golden steel umbrella". The bees on the silver screen rock layer had dried up, but the air was filled with impurities and the visibility was extremely low underground.

I landed under the ground and stepped to the ground. Then I looked around in the light of the cold fireworks. Under the thick silver layer was a natural cave. It was not wide, about the size of four houses. The rock walls at the end were closed, and simple stone steps were carved on the ground, which led to the dark and deep areas in a tortuous manner. The entire cave terrain was narrow and the environment was damp and depressed.

I took off my gloves and touched the tomb bricks on the wall. I felt that there was a slight cold wind in the cracks in the rock layer. There might be air circulation underground, or the dragon energy was blew in the Feng Shui level. Maybe I didn't use a gas mask, but I didn't dare to be too arrogant about this. I lit a candle in the tomb passage. Seeing that the candle fire was completely abnormal, I pulled off the gas mask, blew a whistle, and sent a signal to the people on the ground.

Shirley Yang and others heard the whistle sound, and then came down one after another, stood around and looked around. Professor Sun looked at the terrain and environment in the cave, and said to me in confusion: "Strange... This is not like an ancient tomb."
Chapter completed!