The corpse stared at the pattern on the door of the ancestral hall, feeling extremely shocked.
"The mysterious bird of destiny descended to give birth to Shang, and the land of Yin is full of light." Huang's eyes were deep, looking at the pattern in front of him, not knowing what else to think about.
The little Taoist priest came over, faced Huang, and said, "Let's go, this place is just a man-made transformation, it can't be the real Black Bird Picture!"
By the way, he handed over the Great Qin Dragon Bird.
Huang took the Great Qin Dragon Bird and took a look at it. Except that it became heavier, it was no different from before.
Feng Zheng stepped forward and pushed the door open.
Suddenly, a rotten smell came over the pavement.
Several people stood at the door, waiting for the atmosphere inside to dissipate, before walking in.
As soon as you enter the ancestral hall, you will feel that it is empty. Inside the ancestral hall, candles are always bright, and even after a long time, the incense is still burning.
"After hundreds of years of silence, there is not even a human being in this wilderness, but there are still sacrifices!" Feng Zheng sighed with emotion: "These people are really serious!"
"If you want to fake the real thing, it's natural to look like it!" Huang was not surprised by this scene. It's not impossible for the ever-burning lantern to do it.
What's more, although this place is deserted, since it is set up by someone, it is not difficult for someone to maintain it.
"Little Taoist priest, can you sense it?" Huang turned around and asked the little Taoist priest.
"Master, the evil spirit disappeared on the altar, in the shrine!" The little Taoist priest pointed to the inconspicuous shrine on the altar.
Hearing this, Huang glanced at the corpse, and then turned to Xiangli: "Look around, Xiangli is following the corpse, taking care of each other."
"promise."
Under the protection of Feng Zheng and the little Taoist priest, Huang walked towards the shrine. Naturally, he came here to find out the news about Di Xin.
He was not making blind guesses, but had factual basis. Moreover, when he was pursuing immortality, starting from Dazheng Palace, someone intentionally guided him to come to Chaoge.
So he came.
After all, he has no right to choose and can only follow the other party's plan. As for who wins in the end, it depends on each other's methods.
Unless the person behind him comes in person, he will have the home field advantage in the fight from a distance.
The shrine is very small.
There was a flickering candle in front, and bursts of green smoke rose up and merged into the shrine.
The light of the sword flashed, and the shrine fell from above. Inside the shrine, there was a small clay figure. The statue was majestic, like an emperor.
At this moment, the Great Qin Dragon Bird suddenly rioted. Even if the little Taoist priest imposed a seal, it would be of no avail.
Breaking free from Huang's hand, he slashed at the little clay figurine.
Click!
I saw the little clay figurine burst, and a bead surrounded by black mist burst out with a ray of brilliance and merged into the Great Qin Dragon Bird.
In an instant, evil energy erupted on the Great Qin Dragon Bird.
This scene was completed almost instantly, and he had no time to stop it.
Huang frowned. Ever since they entered this place, more than one thing had happened that was out of their control.
"National Master, are you okay?" The little Taoist priest heard the sound and came over and said to Huang.
"fine!"
Huang gathered his thoughts and pointed at the Great Qin Longque: "The things in the shrine have merged with the Great Qin Longque."
"The things in the shrine are formed by absorbing evil spirits. Now that the evil spirits have been cut off, the Great Qin Dragon Bird has absorbed a massive amount of evil spirits..."
The little Taoist priest frowned and looked at the shining Great Qin Dragon Bird: "The two have the same origin, so the fusion is not surprising."
"It's just this Great Qin Dragon Bird..."
At this moment, everyone watched as the Great Qin Dragon Bird and a knife finally became the protagonists.
"Don't worry about it, look at other places. After exploring this ancestral hall, look at other places in the village..."
Huang glanced at the Great Qin Dragon Bird, then stepped towards the memorial tablets. Starting from Chengtang, all the way to Dixin, they were all the same.
Looking at the tablets, Huang had the illusion that the arrangement of these tablets was very strange, as if they were meant to hide the shrine.
However, the shrine appears in a place visible to the naked eye.
Difficult to understand.
"Master, there is something strange about this place!"
Xianglidu frowned, walked over to Huang, and said, "I looked it over with the corpse. Apart from these tablets and the murals on the walls, there is nothing else!"
"The only thing preserved in this village is this ancestral hall..."
Hearing this, Huang nodded.
It's really weird here.
However, there must be secrets hidden here.
Otherwise, there is no need for the other party to lure him here with such good intentions.
Leading yourself here from the beginning can only mean that there are important clues hidden here, related to the opponent's layout.
"Master, here is a scroll of bamboo slips!"
At this moment, the voice of a corpse sounded, attracting Huang and others.
When everyone gathered together, they saw a scroll of bamboo slips floating in front of the corpse.
The bamboo slips are crystal clear and glowing.
One look at it and you can tell that this bamboo slip is worth a lot of money.
However, no one dared to touch it because it looked abnormal.
Such things obviously did not come from ordinary people, because ordinary bamboo slips cannot be preserved for such a long time and are as crystal clear as jade.
However, if monks preserve them, they usually use jade slips and rarely bamboo slips.
After watching it for a while, he saw that the bamboo slips were only glowing and had no other movement. Huang stretched out his hand and grabbed it. The moment Huang grabbed it, the bamboo slips shone brightly.
The words on the bamboo slip turned into a stream of light and penetrated into Huang's eyebrows.
Just for a moment.
When Huang came back to his senses, he found that nothing had happened.
The writing on the bamboo slips is still there, just like before.
Huang looked at it for a long time, and only saw one thing, that is, the writing on the bamboo slips no longer had the spirituality it had before.
It seemed to be a living thing before, but now it has become a dead thing.
"Master, what is written on the bamboo slips?"
At this moment, Feng Zheng spoke, breaking Huang's silence.
Hearing this, Huang turned his head and glanced at Feng Zheng, the little Taoist priest and others, and then handed the bamboo slips over: "Look for yourself, I can't understand the words of these ghostly symbols!"
Feng Zheng took the bamboo slips and inspected them. Huang frowned slightly. He found that except for himself, Feng Zheng and others had not seen the scene just now.
When he thought of this, Huang couldn't help but become more cautious.
He found out that someone was plotting against him.
And it was from hundreds of years ago.
At this moment, Huang's heart felt heavy, as if he was being pressed down by a huge boulder, making him breathless.
The other party can calculate hundreds of years into the future, instead of randomly choosing someone to join the game. The most important thing is that Huang knows his origin.
He is a time traveler.
The original owner had already died in Shaoliang.
Huang didn't dare to think about this matter in detail. If his arrival in this world was the other party's plan, he would not be able to play chess with the other party even with his astonishing wisdom.
"National Preceptor, this is Shang Wen!"
Just as Huang was deep in thought, Feng Zheng's voice came, bringing him back to reality.
"Shangwen?" Huang murmured: "The writing of the Shang Dynasty?"