"Don't worry." Seeing that the entrance of the cave was wide open, Lai Zi hurriedly stopped Zhang Meng and said: "This new thief cave is a little different from the thief cave we are in now, the grave road under our feet has already been hollowed out, the filthy gas is dissipated, and the oxygen is enough." But if the tomb in front of me is really a dead cave as the fat man said, I am afraid that there will not be enough oxygen. ”

"By the way, even if there is enough oxygen in it, we must disperse the filthy gas first." Zhao San shone a flashlight into it, sniffed it with his nose and said, "This tomb is closed all year round, who knows if there is anything strange in it?" ”

"That's all it can be." Seeing that everyone agreed with Lai Zi and Zhao San's construction, Zhang Meng had no choice but to nod.

However, Lady on the side said: "I told the Americans, let a few people explore the way in front first." ”

"Whose turn is it this time?" Zhao San looked at Lady Na knowingly and asked.

"They're not familiar with the conditions here, so it seems that they can only bother you." Lady's voice was a little small, as if she was afraid of arousing the disgust of the fat man and others.

"What do you mean?" As soon as the fat man jumped high, he was angry when he talked about it, and shouted repeatedly: "Damn! Big, do you think the fat man, I didn't hurt badly enough, or what? Do you want us to be your gunmen? Sue sù you! No way. ”

Ignoring the fat man who shouted the loudest, Lady turned her head to look at Zhang Meng, although she didn't speak, she was full of a lot of unknown feelings.

Facing Lady Na's gaze, Zhang Meng looked at the fat man helplessly.

Seeing the eyes of the two, the fat man twisted his body, hid to the side, pouted, and said with an expression of not caring about anything: "Who wants to go to this matter?" Anyway, I won't go ...... fat man."

"Fatty." Zhang Meng shouted.

"Don't call me, I didn't even care about the wound on my ass in order to crack the mechanism just now." The fat man looked like a dead pig who was not afraid of boiling water, and he completely played tricks.

"Fatty, I'm afraid it won't work without you." Lai Zi persuaded on the side: "Divide the gold and set the acupoints, Tu Ye and I can take a shot to deal with the zombie zongzi, there are Brother Jun, Ye Jiu, and the third uncle, but only to interpret these mural documents, only you are irreplaceable." ”

"Damn!" As soon as Lai Zi said this, the fat man also understood that no matter whether he agreed or not, he couldn't shirk it, so he could only rub the wound on his buttocks helplessly: "I really owe you in my last life." ”

"You agree?" Seeing the fat man get up, Lady Na was overjoyed.

"It's okay if you don't agree!" The fat man said angrily: "Even the professor brought by the Yankees is finished, and only the fat man can do the task of dismantling the text." ”

"I, Zhao San, have long said that there is no substitute for the fat man among us." Zhao San said with a smile.

"Old bandit, don't pat yourself!" The fat man pouted: "But say it in advance, my ability is only half-baked, and it is far worse than my father, don't blame me if something goes wrong when the time comes." After speaking, the fat man looked at Lady again, and said arrogantly: "Let's go ahead, you let the three Yankees in the back give us gas masks!" ”

"Okay." Lady Na didn't even think about it, and she agreed without consulting Mike and the others.

"In this way, the second uncle, let Brother Jun, the third uncle, and Xiaolou stay behind with you; Ye Jiu, Laizi, Fat Man and I are exploring the way ahead! Seeing that the fat man agreed, Zhang Meng turned back to Brother Jun and said, "Brother Jun, be careful of that Japanese." ”

The corners of Brother Jun's mouth curled up and nodded slightly.

As she spoke, Lady Na took the American's gas mask, but the American only had three sets of gas masks left, and Zhang Meng was not enough to distinguish between Ye Jiu, Laizi, and Fatty.

"It's a shame." Looking at the three sets of gas masks in front of him, the fat man spat on it, and before he entered the tomb, there was one mask missing, no matter how you look at the meaning, it is not good.

Zhang Meng handed three sets of gas masks to Lai Zi and the fat man first, and then handed the remaining set to Ye Jiu, "Brother Jiu, yours." ”

Seeing the mask handed over by Zhang Meng, Ye Jiu's body trembled obviously, and then he regained his composure, pushed back the gas mask in front of him, and said lightly: "You use it, I don't need it." ”

"What a word! Let you take it, and you will take it. Zhang Meng said.

"I have a knife." After Ye Jiu finished speaking, he didn't pick it up, and walked forward directly.

Ye Jiu's words are not false, everyone knows the origin of the Kuaixue Knife, and they all know that the Kuaixue Knife has the function of deterring an evil force, which is even better than touching the golden talisman of the golden captain and the Faqiu Seal of the Faqiu Gate.

"Okay." Seeing that Ye Jiu insisted on not wanting to, Zhang Meng's heart warmed, Brother Jiu, this is for himself!

"Let's go down first, third uncle, you follow the rope, don't fall into an ambush." Zhang Meng instructed.

"Okay!" Zhao San nodded.

"Old bandit, don't talk nicely, in the end, let your own people calculate." The fat man insinuated at Mike's side, and shouted without fear of big things.

"Where did you get all this nonsense, you little fat man!" Zhao San joked about the fat man on the one hand, and paid more attention to Mike and the others on the other.

After some conversation just now, the filth in the entrance of the new tomb has almost dispersed.

The four of them were led by Lai Zi and the fat man, and after Zhang Meng and Ye Jiu broke off, they not only left ropes along the way, but also left secret markers, lest there be anything strange in the tomb and make everyone lose contact with the big army.

Surprisingly, the entire tomb was unusually quiet, and nothing thrilling happened, not even poison gas.

After walking for a while, Zhang Meng still couldn't hold back, and asked the fat man in front of him: "I said fat, do you see it clearly!" How do I think there is a lot of oxygen here, and there is no filth ......"

"yes?" The fat man himself felt strange, he shook his head, and muttered with a confused face: "It stands to reason that the death hole should not be like this." ”

"I said fat, fortunately we didn't show off in front of the Americans this time, otherwise we really couldn't afford to lose this person." Zhang Meng said with a smile.

Seeing Zhang Meng hurting himself, the fat man also felt bored and wondered: "I really don't understand, what's going on with this group of bull-nosed veterans?" ”

"Actually, this is even worse." Ye Jiu suddenly responded.

"I also think that there must be a demon when things go wrong, so let's be more careful." Lai Zi nodded: "I've never seen such a calm tomb, I hope I'm too careful." ”

When Lai Zi said this, the three of them nodded in agreement.

"Fatty, can you see if there are any murals on this tomb road?" Zhang Meng suddenly remembered something, and said to the fat man in front of him: "I hope I can find clues on the tomb wall." ”

"Well, you should pay attention to it, too."

The fat man hit the light of the flashlight on the wall of the cave in front of him, looked carefully, and did not dare to let go of the slightest clue.

"Hey, Zhang Quede, your mouth is really smart!" It didn't take long to see the fat man wipe the dust on the cave wall and whispered, "Look, the Song and Yuan Taoist diagrams have appeared again." ”

"It's really the tomb of a Taoist priest." Zhang Meng took a deep breath, glanced at Ye Jiu, Lai Zi and others, turned around, and stared intently at the mural in front of him.

The mural shows an old man walking hard in the desert, wearing a Taoist robe, carrying a sword, and his white beard dragging to his chest. The background behind him constantly switches with the murals, there are deserts, cities, rivers, snow-capped mountains, and even the customs of the Western Regions.

"Fat man, look at this, is it an old Taoist priest who is painting himself traveling west?" Zhang Meng asked with a frown.

"That's probably what it means!" The fat man seemed to be in front, seeing more than Lai Zi, Zhang Meng, and Ye Jiu.

"Who is this old Taoist?" Zhang Meng wiped the words on the tomb wall, felt a little familiar, looked back at Ye Jiu and asked, "Brother Jiu'er, do you think these words don't look like the words on those charms drawn by Taoist priests?" ”

Ye Jiu nodded and did not speak.

Lai Zi also nodded and said: "The words on this are the combined characters of Taoism, but I don't know what they mean." ”

"Fatty, do you see that?" Seeing that the fat man was fascinated, Zhang Meng asked.

"Fat man, I'm not an archaeologist, where do I know so much, this half-baked level is still stealing my father's skills." Although the fat man said that he didn't know much, he was used to bragging, but he didn't open the door with one mouth, and unconsciously told the story of Taoism.

The so-called talisman is divided into two parts, the talisman is written on yellow paper, like a word is not a word, like a picture is not a figure, and the gong is the name of the gods. I often hear that group of bull-nosed old Taoists say that this talisman is the text of the gods, which conveys the will of the gods, and can be used to summon the gods to impeach ghosts, subdue demons and suppress demons, and cure diseases and disasters. ”

"In other words, the talisman on this can still record things?" Although the fat man said a lot, Zhang Meng still noticed that this talisman is also used for recording, but only those who are familiar with Taoist writing may understand it.

"According to historical records, when Zhang Jiao Taiping Dao and Zhang Lu's Five Dou Mi Sect, talismans were already commonly used." The fat man said with a rise and continued: "Fu Gong and alchemy are the two major skills of Taoist priests. During the Sui and Tang dynasties, alchemy prevailed, and the Fu Gong declined, but by the time of the Song and Yuan Dynasties, the art of the Fu Gong rose again, first there were Dragon and Tiger, Pavilion Soap, Maoshan inherited the Heavenly Master, Lingbao, and Shangqing Three Sects, and later Yuan and Meng entered the Central Plains, and the Quanzhen Religion in the north became the state religion, and then I don't know what happened, the Quanzhen Religion declined all of a sudden, leaving only the Zhengyi Religion in the south. ”

"There are so many branches of Taoism?" Zhang Meng secretly said to himself, he didn't expect Taoism to be divided into so many sects.

"In fact, at first, only the Zhengyi Sect was dominant, and later Yuanmeng entered the Central Plains, and the Quanzhen Sect also entered its heyday under the leadership of Changchun Ziqiu Chuji, almost unifying the Taoism at that time, and Qiu Chuji himself was also named a great teacher by Genghis Khan! But in the end, I don't know what happened, Qiu Chuji died mysteriously, and overnight, the entire Quanzhen Sect decayed, and there were not even a few True Transmission disciples left. Lai Zi echoed: "These, I also listened to what my master said. ”

"You're saying that the Quanzhen Sect went from prosperity to decline almost overnight?" Zhang Meng suddenly thought of something, his expression changed, and his eyes were fixed on the old man on the tomb wall and asked.

"What's wrong?" Lai Zi saw that Zhang Meng's expression was wrong, and asked lightly.

Zhang Meng took a deep breath, looked at the three people next to him, thought about it and said, "Everyone, I have a bold guess now, do you think this will be the tomb of Changchun Ziqiu?" ”