At the end of the Ming Dynasty and the beginning of the Qing Dynasty, in a dilapidated temple on Jiugong Mountain in Tongcheng, Hubei Province, under the flickering dim butter lamp, a middle-aged man whose life was in danger, dressed as a general, summoned seven of his cronies who had followed him for many years.
He said in a low voice: "I have spent my life as a soldier. Today, if a tiger falls in Pingyang, I may die here! However, my Dashun foundation must not be destroyed in one day. You are all my loyal followers and dead soldiers. Today, I will give my gold to you."
The seal and the remaining treasures of my Dashun treasury are all handed over to you. You can go south to find a hidden place to hide the treasures, and wait for an opportunity to make a comeback in the future and revive our Dashun..."
Before the man could finish his words, he was already breathless.
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A generation of heroes went to Piaoping, leaving a lot of space for hundreds of warriors. They smashed the universe and shocked the sun and moon, trampled the universe and made thunder.
After the death of King Chuang, Dashun fell, and the tens of millions of gold and silver he left behind have never disappeared, becoming a mystery.
The long years, the vicissitudes of the world, and in the blink of an eye, three hundred years have passed.