"Alas! That's right. Now the world is probably about to face a catastrophe. We can only do our little bit. Whether we can turn the tide in the end depends on the number of days. As the saying goes, do your best and obey fate!" said Mr. Ye.
At this point, the conversation changed: "Since I have met Daoist Priest Li today, and it has been confirmed that Daoist Li is definitely not the murderer of Changle Daoist, we are on good terms, so we will say goodbye to Daoist Priest here. See you later!"
When Ding Laosan heard this, he couldn't help but murmured in his heart: "Can we prove that he is not the murderer after just chatting for a while? The second brother couldn't be more concerned about his kindness. He would be too easy to trust. Fortunately, the second brother didn't go.
Be a policeman!" But he was too lazy to say anything. Ding Laosan didn't care whether he could find the real culprit or not. In his mind, the key was to find the remains of the ancient tomb.
The three of them turned around and were about to leave, but were stopped by Li Shitong: "Since you are here, why don't you go sit down in the shabby house and drink a glass of water."
Mr. Ye was also curious about where this man lived and why they searched all over the back mountain but couldn't find it, so he said: "Then I won't disturb Daoist Li's Qing Xiu."
Under the leadership of Li Shitong, the group came to a waterfall in a mountain stream. Li Shitong walked to the side of the waterfall and used his hands to pry open a dense bush and vines. A narrow hole as tall as one person was revealed in front of everyone. Li Shitong turned around and said
"This is the shabby house, please come in." After saying that, he turned to one side and squeezed in.
Ye Lao, Ding Laosan and Lao Guitou had been to this waterfall several times before, but they never imagined that there was such a hidden dark cave next to it. The three of them followed Li Shitong and squeezed in one after another.
into this narrow hole.
The cave was quite dark and damp. The three of them were muttering to each other, how could this old Taoist priest live in such a place and not be afraid of rheumatism? At this moment, everyone's eyes suddenly became enlightened.
Everyone looked up and saw that they were in a stone hall of tens of square meters. This stone hall was actually located behind the waterfall. The white waterfall flowing down was like a curtain of water, covering the entire place.
The stone hall is completely covered. Looking from the outside, you can't tell that there is a cave inside.
In the stone hall, there are stone benches, chairs, beds and tables of various shapes. It is not known whether they were carved by Taoist Li himself or whether they were originally in the stone hall.
The aura in this stone hall is also quite special. On the side of the stone hall near the waterfall, it is moist and cool, and the breeze mixed with water vapor blows slowly, making people feel very comfortable. But walking a little further inside,
It seems warm and dry.
A small stone hall actually gathered the energy of yin and yang, which surprised Mr. Ye. He couldn't help but praise: "This place hides the wind and gathers qi, and hides yin and yang. It is really an excellent place for practice."
Li Shitong took off the bamboo basket on his back and said, "It's just a shelter from the wind and rain for this old man's withered bones. A few of them laughed."
Ding Laosan laughed at the side and said: "Hey, Daoist Li lives in this Feng Shui treasure land. It's so leisurely and comfortable. It's too late for us to be envious, so how can we dare to make fun of him."
Li Shitong smiled slightly, took out a few bamboo tubes, and walked to the corner of the stone hall. Everyone looked there and saw a trickle of water flowing down the cracks in the stone. Li Shitong used the bamboo tubes to catch several tubes of clear water from the mountain spring.
Brought it over.
Everyone hurried forward and took it with both hands, took it up and drank it. Suddenly, a hint of pure sweetness penetrated their hearts, and all the fatigue from the past few days seemed to be swept away.
"This pure mountain spring fruit is really different. It tastes much better than that mineral water." Ding Laosan joked.
"Haha, this natural mountain spring is the only one to entertain a few people, so don't be surprised." Li Shitong said as he invited everyone to sit down.
After chatting with everyone, Li Shitong suddenly asked: "The previous people said they were also looking for the location of Fuxi's ancient tomb, but why? I thought that if the other half of the Xuanming Divine Stone was really sealed in Fuxi's ancient tomb,
, wouldn’t it be better to let it never see the light of day?”
"It would be great if this ancient tomb could really never see the light of day! But what Taoist Li doesn't know is that the two Xuanming Divine Stones can sense each other. Even if the ghosts don't get the map, they can still use the connection between the Xuanming Divine Stones.
The induction power has detected the location of the ancient tomb. Just in case, we must find the ancient tomb before then to prevent the other half of the Xuanming Divine Stone from falling into their hands."
"Oh? So there is such a thing?" Li Shitong had a look of surprise on his face.
"That's right! It's a pity that Master Changle is dead now, and I don't know if the fragmentary picture of the ancient tomb in Qingcheng Mountain has fallen into the hands of the ghosts. Alas!" Mr. Ye couldn't help but sigh.
Li Shitong lowered his head and pondered for a while, then suddenly raised his head slowly and said: "There is absolutely no way that the remains of the ancient tomb from our Longmen sect will fall into the hands of someone from the ghost realm."
"Why does Master Li make such an assertion?"
"Because the real remains of the ancient tomb are here, Lao Cheng!"
As soon as Li Shitong said this, Mr. Ye, Mr. Ding and Mr. Guitou almost blurted out in unison: "What!?"
"Haha, some of you must find it incredible that the treasure passed down by the successive heads of Qingcheng fell into the hands of a dying old man. This matter must have started more than sixty years ago."
Li Shitong stood up, limped forward a few steps dragging his residual leg, and then slowly told everyone about a long-buried past event.
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