"These straw stinky Taoists! I want to drag someone into the water even if I die. The fat man stared at the mural in front of him angrily, and said with a frown.

Zhang Shaotu frowned, thought about it carefully, and then shook his head and said, "I still don't think the feng shui layout here is like a dead hole!" But it's not impossible for the fat man to guess, maybe they really don't have descendants. ”

"But I remember that Taoist priests should be able to start a family, right?" Zhang Meng said.

"You're talking about the Orthodox Religion." Lai Zi interjected: "Taoist priests of the Quanzhen Sect cannot start a family, men are called Taoists, and women are called crowns. ”

"Then could this be the tomb of the Taoist priest of the Quanzhen Sect?" Zhang Meng thought for a while and quipped: "Old Man Jin Yong's "The Legend of the Condor Heroes", isn't the Quanzhen Seven Sons in it unclear from Yuan Meng? (Note: "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" was published in 1959)

"Damn! You also believe in martial arts novels, it's really cute. Zhao San blew his beard and glared.

"I don't want to quote Jin Yong's novels, but I also want my master to know......" Zhang Meng pursed his lips and continued: "Third uncle, I remember the family banquet a few years ago, you didn't say this to Old Man Jin Yong, I don't know who licked his yellow teeth and told Zha Liangyong that he was a loyal reader." ”

For the Zhang family, they hold a banquet with successful people from all walks of life in Hong Kong every year, and Zha Liangyong has also attended, so Zhang Meng will think of Jin Yong.

"Really? How come I don't remember? Seeing Zhang Meng poking himself, Zhao San twisted his face and said disapprerovingly.

"Third uncle, I still like Huang Yulang's villain book!"

"It's really useless!"

"Alright, you two should make less jokes." Seeing that the two diverged from the topic, Zhang Shaotu brought back the topic and continued: "Even if it is the tomb of the Quanzhen Sect, but for the sake of the sect's incense, they should not dig their own grave like this. ”

"Tuye, Laizi, I don't understand feng shui numerology, but I want to ask, can the pattern of this feng shui numerology be changed?" Laizi pondered for a moment and asked.

"You mean, the feng shui here was changed by those Taoist priests during their lifetimes?" Hearing Lai Zi say this, Zhang Shaotu also seemed to realize something, and raised his head thoughtfully: "In this way, with their ability, this is also very likely." ”

"We can't help but guard against it, the methods of ancient Taoist priests are extraordinary." The fat man said worriedly: "This death hole may be the biggest trap in itself. ”

"What kind of dead hole, it's not used to scare you descendants." Zhao San pursed his lips and said with a relaxed expression.

Having said that, how could Zhao San, a white horse who was accustomed to seeing the methods of the rivers and lakes, not know the methods of the ancient Taoist priests. It's just that he doesn't want everyone to over-speculate and cause panic!

"What the third uncle said is that we have all come here after so many hardships, and we are still afraid of the grave of such a Taoist priest?" Zhang Meng agreed with his comprehension, and cheered up the fat man: "I said fat, if you are afraid, let us come." ”

"Me?" was provoked by Zhang Meng like this, and the fat man also shook the fat on his body, and said loudly with a disdainful face: "Don't talk useless!" After so many lives and deaths, which time is there no fat master for me? ”

"Cut, that's what I said, remind you." Zhang Meng said.

"Use your reminder." The fat man shook his head and said in an unkind tone: "Old bandit, just now the fat man asked you to help me remove the stones, why didn't you get it?" ”

"Really?" Zhao San was stunned.

"Nonsense." The fat man said with a glare.

"It's hard for my old bones." Zhao San is also difficult, the stone that the fat man said is enough to weigh dozens of catties, he chattered and scolded while playing: "You are a dead fat man, you don't have a good heart." ”

"Say you don't understand, you really don't understand." The fat man smiled loudly, but there was a bit of a playful look in that smile from beginning to end.

Zhao Sanna is an old man who has been in the society all the year round, of course, he can see the joke in the eyes of the fat man, but in order to relieve the pressure of everyone, he can only consider himself unlucky and be willing to be a coolie.

"Fatty, what do you want a stone for? Could it be that there is some secret behind this stone? Zhang Meng also knew that the fat man had the element of playing tricks on Zhao San, and hurriedly reminded: "I think it's better to keep the dot body, and there are still a lot of things to deal with next." ”

"Damn, I don't know how important you are really fat masters, and you have a personal vendetta!" The fat man rolled his eyes, and then patiently explained: "Fat man, can't I see the mural on the top?" ”

"Say it earlier!" Hearing that the fat man was not really teasing himself, Zhao San flicked his sleeves, threw off his arms and moved the boulder in front of the fat man.

The fat man was not polite, stepped on the boulder, and carefully distinguished it by the light of the wolf's eye flashlight. After a while, I saw the fat man cursing: "These stinky Taoist priests are really killing the fat man." ”

"Fatty, what did you see, so angry?" Zhao San asked suspiciously.

"I don't know which stinking Taoist priest dares to provoke the fat man!" The fat man raised his head angrily, and scolded angrily: "This little stinky cow's nose actually blatantly painted the organs of Kunlun Nu and Jianmu on it, I really have bad eyes when I am a fat man." ”

"Heh, don't blame others, you do have bad eyes." Zhao San pursed his lips, and said secretly in his heart, it's not wrong for other Taoist priests to despise you, in the end, you didn't even look carefully at it.

Xiao Lou smiled when he heard this, and said softly: "Fat brother, they are using people's psychology to deliberately provoke you, you can't fall for them anymore!" ”

"Don't blame the fat man, these Taoist priests are indeed very powerful, they not only know the mechanism, but even the methods of psychology are also perfect." Zhang Meng gasped, if it weren't for Xiaolou reminding the fat man, maybe the fat man really fell for someone else's agitation.

"What Sister Xiaolou said is, fat man, I must not lead these Taoist priests by the nose this time......" The fat man who almost fell for the other party again didn't dare to be careless, calmed down, and carefully screened it.

This time, the fat man took longer than ever!

It took half an hour to hear a loud 'boom, boom' from the tomb, and the huge boom woke up the Americans who were resting.

"It's open, it's open!"

Just as the fat man lightly touched his hand to a pattern on the mural, another half-stepped tomb collapsed next to the main tomb.

"Fatty, this time it won't be another secret channel, right?" Zhao San asked, while beckoning everyone to pack up the equipment in their hands and prepare to enter the tomb at any time.

"Damn, old bandit, are you an idiot or a fool! You came to steal someone's ancestral grave, can they still be polite to you? As for how many mechanisms there are in this tomb, I don't know, and I can't guess it......" The fat man shook his head and said.

"Whether it's a trap or not, we'll just have to keep going." Zhang Meng said to Lady Na and Mike: "Call your people, follow us, don't fall behind!" ”