Around February 15th, Ling San led ten guards and five masters of inversion fighting into the tomb.
Seven days later, the response staff only waited for Mr. Chongming.
According to the family tradition of the Chongming Emperor, Mo Jin Xiaowei's job was to search for dragons, point caves and enter tombs to explore the secrets, but he didn't want to go out this time, and he was crazy and angry.
The response staff waited for several more days, but no one came out of the tomb.
When Zhan Changfeng heard the news, he suspected that there was something evil in the tomb, and Chongmingxian's appearance was a sign.
So I want to ask Qingfeng to come with me to help.
Qingfeng was worried about the people in the old house who were possessed by Yin evil spirits, and said: I have a good friend in Yaozhou, and his skills are not worse than mine. You can find him the same way.
Due to the turmoil in the current situation, most counties and counties have closed cities and imposed restrictions, and all roads have been blocked. By the time Zhan Changfeng and his party took a detour to Yaozhou, it was already early March.
It took half a month to visit Qingfeng's friend, and half a month to ask his friend to treat Chongming. It took another half month, and in a blink of an eye it was April.
Qingfeng is not very old, but he has half a hundred friends. He is named Gu Lao Zhang, and his conversation is very elegant.
"Chongsheng's soul-leaving syndrome is very serious. After this period of treatment, he has recovered to a certain extent, but his soul has been damaged after all, and the hidden disease is difficult to cure."
"Thank you, Taoist Priest." Zhan Changfeng poured him a cup of tea, "Please."
"You're welcome, young master." The lonely old man lifted up his robe and knelt down on the table. He brushed off the tea leaves with the tea cover. The red soup was clear and mellow in taste. He smiled and praised, "Good tea."
"I have rarely seen a young master at this age who likes to drink tea."
"Just to wake you up." Zhan Changfeng asked: "I think Taoist Priest and Taoist Priest Qingfeng have quite similar temperaments, but are they brothers?"
"Oh? Haha," the lonely old man stroked his beard, "How did the young master see it? Is it possible that Qingfeng has also used my method of healing separated souls?"
Zhan Changfeng smiled but did not answer.
This has nothing to do with techniques or behavior, but rather the spirit developed in the same environment for a long time.
Zhan Changfeng has learned the imperial art for so long, so he still has this judgment.
What only surprised her was that in the same environment, they probably shared the same master lineage, but the two people were different from the subtle movements of casting spells to the power they used.
This made her wonder where they learned their skills.
However, the lonely father-in-law didn't take the initiative to mention it, so she didn't delve too much into it.
After chatting for a while, the old man said goodbye and left.
"Your Highness, why don't you ask the Taoist priest to go to the tomb with us? With his ability, he will be more protected against evil spirits and ghosts." Jiang Weidao.
"It's no use having too many people." Zhan Changfeng lowered his eyes, "This time, it's just you, me, and Wong Tai Sin. It's enough to fight upside down. Go and see if Chongming wakes up first, and let him put the tomb in Tell me everything that happened."
Jiang Wei hesitated: "Can you still believe Huang Taixian?"
"Compared to the lonely old man, he wants something from us." Having something to ask for means that it is easy to control. This has nothing to do with whether you believe it or not.
According to the oral tradition passed down by the emperor of the Yi family, there are three volumes of the Dragon Armor Divine Chapter, and the second volume is about the prediction technique - Qi Men Dun Jia.
One thousand and eight hundred rounds of Qi Men Dun Jia, as the highest imperial art, is a required course for every emperor, and she is no exception.
There is also a scroll, whose existence is a mystery. Some say it does not exist, while others say that the scroll is a technique for immortality. Regarding this, there is no record in the founding emperor's handbook, so she will not consider it for the time being.
What she is looking for is the middle volume. The middle volume is a strategy for governing the world, also known as the Thirteen Chapters of Military Machinery. Those who obtain this method can bring disaster to their lives and stabilize the world. The founding emperor was afraid that future generations would not be able to grasp it correctly, so he hid it.
The hiding place is probably the Qishan Tomb in Yaozhou.
In fact, Zhan Changfeng did not have to obtain the Dragon Armor Divine Medal. He was willing to take risks himself this time because Chongming took out something from the tomb first.
A gold bar with the word "天福" printed on it.
The founding emperor hid not only the Thirteen Chapters of Military Aircraft, but also a treasure that was enough to recreate a dynasty.
Zhan Changfeng didn't expect that he would hide the two together.
This treasure could play a substantial role in future wars, and Zhan Changfeng intended to get it back.
In this way, the trip to Qishan Tomb is indispensable.
Another day, the two of them knocked on the door of the independent courtyard.
One person has a goatee, a thin figure, and a green robe. He looks like an old master teaching in a private school.
The man was tall and his bare arms were bulging with muscles. Jiang Wei looked smaller when standing next to him.
These two people are the newly contacted tomb robbers. The former is called Song Shizi and the latter is called Knocking Mountain Guest. Jiang Wei should deal with them first.
After Jiang Wei talked to them, the two of them agreed that the "young master" would go to the grave together and didn't say anything more.
At this time, Zhan Changfeng was in the first room of Chongming.
Chongming first lay on his side on the couch, his eyes lifeless. When he asked him anything, he said he had forgotten.
Zhan Changfeng asked the lonely father-in-law, "The secret disease you mentioned is amnesia?"
The old man looked around again and nodded, "It's very possible."
That means no further news can be obtained.
The lonely father-in-law said: "The reason for leaving the soul is nothing more than severe fright or evil spirits and ghosts. No matter what kind of situation, we can see the dangers that Chongsheng has experienced. The young master must not make the same mistakes again."
He said, "Young master, don't blame me for talking too much. As for you, don't ask him anymore about what he went through. Let this matter go by and stay as far away as possible so that you can stay safe."
"What the Taoist Master said is true," Zhan Changfeng replied.
She always looked reserved, and the old man didn't know if she heard her, so he could only shake his head and sigh secretly.
Zhan Changfeng asked someone to pay the remuneration in full and said goodbye to his father-in-law, "Thank you, Taoist Priest, for your help this time."
"I don't think so." The old man took two steps and then came back. "Last time, the young master asked me if Qingfeng and I were from the same family. Now I said 'yes and no'."
"Well?" Zhan Changfeng didn't know why he changed his mind. He thought for a while and said with a smile: "Master Taoist, can you have a drink?"
The lonely father-in-law said generously, "That's exactly what I meant."
The two sat down and tea was served.
The lonely father-in-law spoke first, "I wonder if the young master has ever heard of cultivating Taoism?"
"Of course, it's a pity that we don't know much about it."
"The magic techniques of the monks in China actually have one place of origin, which is called Zangyun Stream." The old man stopped talking and asked instead: "I think the young master's bones are very strange. If you practice Taoism, your future will be bright. It's just that
I wonder what the young master thinks about practicing Taoism?"
"I naturally know something about cultivating Taoism, but the Taoist Master asked me what I am going to do. Do you want to accept disciples?" Zhan Changfeng said calmly.
The lonely old man suddenly didn't know how to answer the question. Why didn't this young master play his cards according to the routine? Shouldn't you imagine flying to the sky and escaping to the earth for a long time, and then I will tell you to keep your feet on the ground?
Forget it, the lonely father-in-law didn't say any more, he took out an arrow and said, "Hidden clouds hang high in the stream, and the road is difficult to pass. Today I give the young master a chance, and it will be the fate of our meeting."
"If you are interested, young master, you can go to the outskirts of Xiling in Huangzhou on the night of August 16th and sacrifice your blood to the arrow. When the moonlight falls on the arrow, the road to heaven will open."
After the old man finished speaking, he strode away and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
"Tongtian Road, Zangyun Stream." Zhan Changfeng smiled, "That's where you came from too?"
When Huang Daxian came in, thinking about the leaving figure of the lonely old man, he knew where Zhan Changfeng learned these two words.
"Pindao doesn't have any luck, but the master of Pindao is indeed from there." Wong Tai Sin looked in awe, "Zangyun Stream is what I yearn for as a Taoist."
"How can I get your longing so easily?" Zhan Changfeng felt that the way to get this command arrow was too simple, which was a bit embarrassing.
She hasn't done anything yet.
Huang Taixian rolled his eyes and said in an angry and sour tone, "If it were me, I would rather give you this opportunity so that I can escape as soon as possible."
"How do you say this?"
Zhan Changfeng's good temper is so annoying to Wong Tai Sin. Immeasurable Heavenly Lord, why didn't he give this guy a fortune-telling earlier, otherwise he would definitely be far away!
"As expected, my father-in-law and I should be the same kind of people. Those of us who spy on fortune tellers will be punished by heaven and lead us to poverty. We are also most taboo about being involved in causal relationships with others."
He opened his eyes and sighed heavily. Who was in front of him, the former prince!
He calculated with his fingers and realized that the former prince was still determined to do great things, and the consequences of hundreds of millions of people would be on his shoulders.
Even if he got a little bit of it, it would be enough to be struck by thunder seven or eight thousand times.
The lonely old man must have thought of this, so he used the opportunity of cultivating Taoism to end the involvement.
But Wong Tai Sin couldn't escape, and he didn't want to escape either.
Although people who practice life magic can obtain heavenly secrets, they are faced with many difficulties on the way to practice. Few people can establish the foundation and enter the Tao. What's more, they cannot practice and can only become complete mortals.
By luck, he reached the point of perfecting his qi training and gained a lifespan of ninety-nine years. Now he has passed away for seventy-six years. He has lost half of his blood essence and blood by using the Divine Invitation Technique. He really doesn't have much time left.
It's better to die early or later, why not trade this death for a thousand pieces of gold!