Shoyi Lao Dao drove wildly all the way and finally stopped.
Zhao Guo was in such a sorry state. He was pulled all the way here by the rune hemp rope. Looking at the broken old trees and the broken boulders, he had hit them all. He wanted to break the rune hemp rope.
However, I didn't have enough moral knowledge, or I didn't find the right method, and I even got dizzy.
"It shouldn't be!"
The old Taoist priest was already standing on a rock, holding an old compass in his hand. He looked at it again and again, sometimes raising his head to look at the stars in the night sky and muttering endlessly.
"Alive or dead."
Zhao Yun was looking in the direction of his body, his eyes dim and bright.
Previously, he had clearly heard that the word "go" was quite majestic. The fat Taoist priests in the Ksitigarbha realm were scared to death by it. One can imagine how terrifying the existence in the ancient tomb was...
"You are not the tombkeeper!"
The old Taoist Shouti asked while looking at the compass.
Zhao Yun shook his head lightly. Not only was he not the one, Ruoshui and the others were also probably not the same. Judging from the expressions of the villagers, it was obvious that they did not know that there was a tomb here. It can be seen that the tomb existed earlier than the village.
"Come on, take a rest."
The old Taoist put away the compass, sat down, took out his tobacco bag, and smoked. Amidst the smoke, he seemed to be cultivating an immortal. He was so scared that he was crawling around before, but now he seemed to be fine.
Zhao Yun moved forward, still tearing the rune hemp rope, and didn't want to stay here anymore.
"Don't waste your efforts in vain. You will continue to earn." The old man in the shroud kneaded the ashes from his cigarette and stuffed the tobacco again. "Later, grandpa will take you down together. Tomb robbing also depends on the weather. At this time, what are your horoscopes with me?"
It’s very inconsistent, please wait a little longer, the time will pass.”
"I won't go, I have something else to do." Zhao Yun laughed dryly, still pulling on the rope. Grave robbing is detrimental to moral integrity. If they run into a fake corpse or a zombie, they don't need to come out.
"Grandpa is here, don't be afraid."
"I'm only afraid as long as you are here."
"It's rare to see such an honest junior like you." The old Taoist priest said with sincerity.
"This junior is only in the True Spirit Realm, so he can't be of much help."
Zhao Yun finally gave up and regretted that he should have run away earlier.
"Ordinary tombs don't need your help, but this one! I really need to find a boy to keep me company." The old shroud yawned. Perhaps he was bored, and actually told Zhao Yun about the ins and outs of digging ancestors' tombs, "
Tombs are different from each other. There is a lot of emphasis on the person who goes down to the tomb, the method of going down to the tomb, the time... In such a tomb, which two people are the most suitable to sit down, and they have to be tied with yin and yang ropes, um... also
It’s the rune hemp rope that binds you, this is no ordinary rope..."
Zhao Yun didn't say anything. He didn't listen to a word of what the old Taoist Shouti said. He just thought about how to get away. This fat Taoist priest was really a dedicated master. He did a thorough research on robbing ancestral tombs. Tomb robbing is a technical job.
Son, this person should be at the expert level.
"Come on, baby, I'll give you one." The old shroud man was still saying.
"I believe that senior...will kill people and silence them." Zhao Yun also sat down.
"I still have a very professional ethics." The old man in Shroud curled his lips and took a sip of wine. "We are different from those bastards from the Corpse Clan. I only take treasures. I don't steal corpses or kill people."
"Then senior, aren't you afraid that I'll hug you out?"
"Have you seen this gourd?" The old man in the shroud opened a corner of his clothes and revealed a small gourd. "It is filled with forgetful water. If you drink it... you will not remember anything about going to the tomb."
"Senior, I've been drinking for a lot of people over the years!" Zhao Yun whispered.
"Compared to killing people, this method is more harmonious." The old man stroked his beard deeply.
Zhao Yun was silent again. Look at the posture of the old man, the water that forgets love...he has to have a taste.
The old Taoist didn't say anything and just sat cross-legged with his hands on his big fat face. In the moonlight, this guy wearing a shroud made people feel unnatural and creepy.
"Who is...buried in the tomb?"
It took a long time before I heard Zhao Yun's words, mainly out of curiosity.
"The devil knows."
The old shroud shrugged. He had stolen most of the tombs for so many years and didn't know which family they belonged to. In his opinion, it didn't matter which family they belonged to, as long as they had treasures... he loved whoever they were.
Zhao Yun buried his head, thinking about whether to invite King Yin Yue out so that the old Taoist could see that the ancient corpse of the Tianwu Realm was also King Yinyue. Hong Yuan would have to be wary of it if he saw it!
You know, during the Warring States Period, King Yinyue's combat power...should be unmatched.
In the mountains and forests, the yin is getting thicker and grayer, and ordinary people would probably freeze to death here.
Zhao Yun took a look, took out a wad of paper money, and threw it away.
"Looking for death!"
The old man in shroud raised his hand, and he collected all the paper money that had not yet reached the ground.
"Is there any significance to this?" Zhao Yun asked doubtfully.
"As I said, this is not an ordinary tomb. Don't throw paper money around." The old Taoist put his hands in his hands. "The tomb is damaged and the Yin Qi is leaking. If paper money is used again, that guy may defraud the corpse."
"To be honest, this junior doesn't really believe it, it's so evil." Zhao Yun coughed dryly.
The old man was too lazy to talk nonsense. He took out one of the paper money that he had collected earlier and threw it on the ground.
Woohoo...!
Suddenly, Yin Qi surged.
In addition, there was a whining sound, whether it was the strong wind or the wail of a ghost.
Zhao Yun realized it, and Ma Liu picked up the paper money.
It was an eye-opener tonight. There really were such mysterious things in the world, but he still didn't understand. What was the relationship between paper money and corpse fraud? Or was it some kind of rule between Yin and Yang?
If the moon god is still awake, he will definitely be able to give him a perfect explanation.
His family's Xiu'er was the ancestor who dug graves.
"Here, let me show you something interesting."
The old man in the shroud pulled Zhao Yun over, raised his hand and put two drops of water on Zhao Yun's eyes. The water was extraordinary and had a strange smell. It burned his eyes for a while, and then became cool again. The dye made Zhao Yun's eyes black.
, even if you have a heavenly eye, you will be disturbed by this water disaster.
When it cleared up, what I saw was a scary scene: people wearing armor and holding spears were walking past not far away, like soldiers fighting, neatly lined up in two teams, walking at a pace
Unanimously and strangely, each of their shoulders was covered with dust, their expressions were dull, and their eyes were empty, like a walking corpse without emotion.
"Yin soldiers?"
Zhao Yun frowned.
I'm sure it's a group of Yin soldiers, carrying Yin energy wherever they go.
"The Yin soldiers took advantage of the passage."
The old man in Shouti took out the wine flask again.
Looking at this guy's demeanor, there's no surprise at all. It looks like... he's seen him once before.
Zhao Yun was relatively calm. He had seen ghosts and ghosts before. Even if it was a Yin soldier, he was not as shocked as he imagined. What he was curious about was that the legendary Yin soldier borrowed a path, but it really existed. Is there no way out from the underworld? Borrowing
Are you on your way to the underworld, or is there also a war in the underworld, and you rush to fight it?
"The underworld and the yang world are intertwined at a certain time and in a certain realm." The old man Shouti was showing off his knowledge again, "For these three or two moments, that piece of land belongs to the underworld... and also to the yang world. That's how it came about.
The Yin soldiers are talking about it, but in fact, they are still walking the path of the underworld, but they only appear in the world of the world. Most people can't see it, and even if they see it... they won't provoke them."
"What are those dark soldiers... going to do?" Zhao Yun asked immediately.
"I don't know." The old man in Shouti took out his pipe again, "I only know that wherever Yin soldiers use their way, there must be big graves. On the contrary, where there are big graves, there may not necessarily be Yin soldiers using their way."
"It's really mysterious."
Zhao Yun murmured, wanting to run over and capture a Yin soldier for study.
However, just thinking about it, provoking the underworld is not as simple as damaging one's virtue.
When he looked, the Yin soldiers disappeared as they walked.
"It's time, let's go."
The old Taoist Shouti put away his pipe and went straight into the depths of the mountain forest.
Behind him, even though Zhao Yun didn't want to go, he was still dragged over and tied by a yin-yang rope.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
When he came to the big hole again, the old Taoist jumped in without thinking.
Zhao Yun also followed suit.
It was pitch black below, the yin energy was quite strong, and his energy and blood were as strong as his own. He couldn't help but shiver. He felt that there was a pair of eyes staring at him from the depths of the darkness, watching the cool breeze blowing behind him.
The old Taoist was a connoisseur, and he was really well versed in other Taoist arts. He sacrificed three fireballs and hung them in all directions around him to provide lighting. He found the passage to the tomb and walked all the way in, taking every step cautiously.
Zhao Yun followed behind, looking left and right.
This tomb passage is dry but extremely cold.
Sometimes, you can still hear the rustling sound, like mice gnawing wheat.
When they reached a certain place, the old man in Shouti calmed down, picked up a stone and threw it forward.
"roll."
Suddenly, a cold snort resounded, the silence was majestic and cold.
Zhao Yun's expression suddenly changed, and he flew back. After retreating, he was dragged back by the old Taoist.
"Don't make a fuss."
The old man in Shouti stroked his beard and took a step forward.
Zhao Yun wanted to laugh when he heard this. The first time... you ran faster than me.
As for the word "get out", it was not spoken by humans, but a sonic device in the tomb. The purpose was to scare tomb robbers. However, the old Taoist expert had a specialization in it, so there were already clues.
Going further inside, there are ancient patterns on the walls.
Zhao Yun was watching all the way and couldn't tell which era it was.
Pound pound pound!
The old man in the shroud was not idle either, carrying his fly whisk, knocking all the way around, as if listening to the sound to identify the location. There are so many people who pick up graves, they can know the mystery of the tomb just by listening to the sound.
"Which dynasty pattern is this? Can you tell who is buried?"
Zhao Yun asked. He had read many ancient books but had never seen such patterns on the walls.
The old Taoist didn't respond. He suddenly stopped walking and stood still like a statue.
"senior?"
Zhao Yun pulled the yin and yang rope and called out softly.
The old man in Shroud slowly turned around, but his face was no longer kind. It had become ferocious and a little twisted. There was blood flowing from the corners of his mouth, and his white teeth were exposed. No matter where he looked, he looked like a fierce ghost.
, coupled with the shroud he is wearing, it looks even more terrifying.
Zhao Yun frowned and subconsciously took a step back.
The old man in Shouti was faster, grabbed his neck with one hand, and lifted him up.
"I believe you." Zhao Yun's face turned red.
We agreed not to kill anyone, but we haven't even arrived at the tomb yet, and now we're clearing the place?
Without thinking much, he waved a high-level explosive talisman in his hand.
However, before the explosive talisman exploded, he felt someone poke him.
When I looked again, he was still standing there steadily, and the old man in shrouds did not pinch his neck. He also took his whisk and knocked it on both sides of the tomb passage. It seemed as if nothing had happened.