The Imperial Mansion of the Great Qin Dynasty.
At noon, in a side hall, many generals were collectively shocked as they watched Mu Qingkong release Pei Yu from the small box.
In the hall, the generals shouted and fell into ecstasy, happy that Pei Yu had turned into a ghost.
It was lively for a while, and then the generals slowly regained their composure.
Xia Xin stepped forward and hugged Pei Yu. She felt cold to the touch and let go.
One person and one ghost started chatting.
"Pei Yu, I'm really happy that you turned into a ghost after your death instead of disappearing completely. What are your plans in the future?" Xia Xin asked.
Pei Yu said: "I will still be loyal to the Qin Dynasty. If you listen to the king's wishes, I may enter the underworld to plot something."
Xia Xin thought for a while: "The king himself is a saint, with powerful magic, and a heroic lord. After several generations of accumulation, our country, Great Qin, has now swallowed up the Han Dynasty. This world has been falling apart for many years, and it is very likely that it will be reunited in the hands of the king.
Your Majesty's plan is beyond our ability to guess. It should be a good thing to arrange for you to go to the underworld to do things.
It’s just that I’m afraid I’ll see less of you in the future.”
Pei Yu let out a dull sigh.
Xia Xin looked around and whispered: "I want to discuss something with you."
Pei Yu was a little uncomfortable with the aura brought by Xia Xin being too close after being transformed into a ghost.
There was a faint burning sensation where he was touched by Xia Xin.
This is the difference between a living person and a ghost.
Xia Xin has profound cultivation and extremely strong Yang energy, which has a natural suppressive effect on Yin souls.
However, although Pei Yu felt uncomfortable with Xia Xin's approach, he did not mention it.
Seeing that Xia Xin spoke formally, he responded with a cold voice: "What's the matter, tell me."
"Now that you are dead, what will happen to the things you left behind when you were alive? Who will inherit them?" Xia Xin blinked his big eyes with a hopeful look on his face.
"Um?"
Pei Yu stared at Xia Xin sinisterly: "I just died, and you are targeting my things?"
Xia Xin said: "I don't care about your things, but do you still have several dreams to collect from Mu Qingkong?"
Pei Yu was stunned: "Do you want Mu Qingkong to owe me those dream pushes?"
He looked at Xia Xin: "Mu Qianshui went to see the king with you last time, and when he came back he said that you had become a one-clove garlic. Do you still need dreams?"
Xia Xin said angrily: "I have recovered now and am no longer alone. Just tell me, can you give me those dreams that Mu Qingkong owes you?"
Pei Yu pondered for a moment: "I can give it to you. I'll talk to Mu Qingkong later."
Xia Xin said happily: "Then let me ask you something again. You have become a ghost now. I heard that ghosts can enter dreams. Can you push dreams?"
Pei Yu turned around and left, ignoring Xia Xin.
This guy is greedy and wants double happiness.
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"Yin Shang Secret Palace, what do you want to know?" asked the vixen in the stone palace.
"I heard that Shang Zhou was bewitched by the Lord of the Monster Clan, which indirectly accelerated the destruction of the Yin and Shang dynasties. You should know the Yin and Shang Secret Palace very well," Zhao Huaizhong said.
The vixen rolled her eyes and said charmingly:
"Shang Zhou was not deceived by my deity. What deceived him when he entered the world was just the differentiated demon body of this deity."
"The secret palace of the Yin and Shang Dynasties was refined by the great Shang Dynasty. Its operation rules correspond to the secrets of the operation of the heaven and the earth. In order to obtain immortality and achieve a state where the body and soul remain in one body forever without aging, the royal family of the Yin and Shang Dynasties attempted to rule forever.
Made in the world.”
The vixen pursed her lips:
"During the construction of the Yin Shang Secret Palace, it was tabooed by heaven and earth. Thunder from the sky once struck the Yin Shang Secret Palace for ten months, trying to destroy this palace that could enter and exit the underworld and the human world...
Unfortunately, in the end, the Yin and Shang dynasties were exhausted, and the secret palace was missing the last step of the sacrificial refining process and was not completed.
Finally, it was Shang Zhou who moved the coffins of himself and several Yin and Shang kings into the deepest part of the secret palace, and then sunk the secret palace into the ground."
"The outside world has always said that Shang Zhou was not dead. Is it true or false?"
"Shang Zhou was finally beheaded by King Wu of Zhou. He was severely injured, but he did not die completely. He held his head and sank into the coffin. The coffin has never been opened again."
The vixen's eyes were far-reaching, with a trace of sadness flashing across her face.
To a certain extent, she was the one who confused Shang Zhou, who was regarded as her husband.
Zhao Huaizhong asked in surprise: "Shang Zhou could still survive after his head was cut off?"
"Shang Zhou also practiced the Immortal Stage Technique. According to him, on a certain part of the Immortal Stage Pillar, there are two cultivation techniques of the Immortal Stage Immortal Body and the Imperial Body. After practicing, unless the spirit and soul are destroyed and burned by the flames, otherwise, before the lifespan is exhausted,
, it is difficult to kill." The vixen continued.
"Then he should die after being buried in a coffin for a thousand years!"
“The secret palace of the Yin and Shang Dynasties was built to pursue the immortality of the unity of body and soul.
That secret palace can absorb the breath of heaven and earth and transform it into some kind of power. It is said that corpses placed in it can be reborn."
"I, the demon clan, once visited the scene inside the palace of death on the eighth floor."
The vixen paused for a moment, then hesitated for a moment before continuing:
"More than once, my demon clan was deep in the eighth floor of the Yin Shang Secret Palace, the Palace of Death, and saw someone wearing a high crown on his head, with a majestic back, walking in the darkness deep in the palace.
That figure is definitely not a ghost, but a body of flesh and blood."
"My deity also personally entered the secret palace and went deep into the eighth floor, but in the end I chose to withdraw. She also suspected that among the coffins of the successive kings of the Shang Dynasty displayed in the Yin Shang Secret Palace on the eighth floor, there was a real Shang king.
's resurrected.
It’s just that for some reason, I can’t leave the Yin Shang Secret Palace.”
Zhao Huai's head jumped.
Is there really a leader of the Yin and Shang dynasties who has lived in a secret palace for thousands of years?
"What else is there about the Secret Palace?"
"I don't know about the rest. I'm just a clone. Although I have the same memory as the original one, there are some core secrets that the original person has not divided into me."
The vixen kept squinting her watery peach blossom eyes, observing Zhao Huaizhong's every move.
"The only valuable thing about what you said is that the Lord of Yin Shang in the secret palace may still be alive, so it has no practical significance."
After Zhao Huaizhong finished speaking, he placed the four-elephant bell in his hand on the altar.
There was a bright light on the altar, and the bell was taken away in a blink of an eye.
He had already made up his mind to sacrifice the bell and let the vixen talk about the secret palace of Yin and Shang. He had wanted to do it for free from the beginning.
No matter what the vixen says, he is not at a loss anyway.
Seeing Zhao Huaizhong sacrifice the bell and disappear from the altar, the vixen pouted.
She just asked Zhao Huaizhong not to sacrifice the bell, which was actually a test.
Test Zhao Huaizhong's personality, gain a better understanding of him, and target his personality weaknesses in the future in order to get out of trouble.
The two of them had a secret confrontation, each with their own goals.
Shortly after Zhao Huaizhong sacrificed the bell, the Immortal Pillar began to glow, giving feedback.
This time, two locations on the pillar lit up, and then something became real and landed in front of Zhao Huaizhong.
hiss!
Zhao Huaizhong took a deep breath. After making sacrifices so many times, it was the first time he received such a large item in return.
In front of me is a bronze chariot with a length of more than three feet, slowly falling from the pillars of the Sendai, and the clear light is flowing.
Just now, a set of relief patterns lit up on the Sendai pillars, which showed the scene of ancient emperors traveling in chariots galloping through the air, with nine-headed dragons pulling the chariots in front, and the hundreds of tribes below being in awe.
At this time, what descends from the Sendai Pillar is the chariot in which the emperor travels in the relief.
This is a vertical single-coupled and double-wheeled vehicle, entirely cast in bronze.
To be continued...