"It seems like a dead end." He muttered to himself. If it hadn't been opened, in case the person who had planned this conspiracy hadn't expected Yang Fan to go to the cliff tomb, and he hadn't been so coincidental enough to find this secret coffin, then if he didn't open it, he might never be able to discover the secret.

If it is opened, if it is a link in the layout of this behind-the-scenes, does it mean that he has fallen deeper?

Yang Fan hesitated for a long time, and the flame in his pupils gradually extinguished. He felt that every time he lit up his pupils, when his body was full of energy, it was difficult for his brain to calm down and think about things. It's a really brain-burning question. It seems that it is difficult to open or not. Indeed, no matter how Yang Fan chooses, there is always a possibility, either being tricked or getting out of the routine.

He took a breath, the air in the cavern was a little cloudy. Yang Fan muttered, "Agree." Go as you like. ”

His hand had already pressed on the lid of the well-dressed coffin, and slowly moved down. The flame in his pupils lit up again, and he saw that it was indeed well-dressed, and there was no corpse. With the movement of the lid of the coffin, a crown of twelve crowns. The crown is the crown style in the Hanfu crown, and it is also the most important crown style in ancient China, which began in the Zhou Dynasty, and is also known as the "Han crown", commonly known as the "Pingtian crown".

Before the Tang Dynasty, the Twelve Lords were the most noble and were the exclusive use of the emperor. In the Ming Dynasty, except for some major sacrificial activities, such crowns were basically no longer used. The crown he saw was extraordinary, woven with gold thread throughout, and the one on top was dressed in a red orb, which was very luxurious.

When he pulled it down further, his eyes were even more surprised. If the gold wire can last for thousands of years without change, then the yellow robe embroidered with nine dragons in the nine dragons emperor robe below can last for thousands of years without decay, which is indeed surprising enough. However, the hanging coffin, which seems to be rumored to be miraculous, does not seem to be of any use.

Yang Fan squinted, scraped the red word on the coffin head with the unopened embroidered spring knife one by one, and murmured: "If you want me to believe that this is the will of heaven, then I don't believe it." "He's not going to move the coffin out. Something that is objectionable. He wouldn't be so stupid as to do it.

If this coffin is left in this gloom forever, then even the man behind the scenes wants him to see it, and knows that he needs a well-dressed tomb. wants Yang Fan to take this coffin out. Then Yang Fan just let it go. Now that he's seen it, he knows what's inside. Regardless of whether this is the handiwork left by the man behind the scenes, then there is no doubt that Yang Fan has made the best choice.

He's seen it, but he doesn't do it. The hardest choice. The simplest choice can often be found. Yang Fan got up and walked slowly outside, "Seven Star Gong Beichen, is it really Lao Tzu's emperor's life?" Scold. He shook his head and walked outside. After seeing a coffin, he felt that the so-called hanging coffin was actually useless, and the so-called thousand-year-old secret might just be the old Zhang family's own fame.

There are no secrets. It's often the biggest secret.

He walked out of the cliff cave and stood in front of the Luxi River and watched. The last thing he can't let go of is the simplified character "Yang". If it weren't for a person who had insight into the changes in writing after the Republic, how could he write this simplified character "Yang"? Whether it is the robes of the Nine Dragons Emperor or the twelve crowns, even if Yang Fan still holds the heirloom jade seal in his hand, so what?

This is no longer an era when he can be the emperor if he is the emperor's power, even if the people are ignorant, they will know what the emperor's surname is, unless it is he Yang Fan with this golden silk twelve. Wearing the robes of the Nine Dragons Emperor, and rebelling with those mud-legged thieves, there may be the possibility of being the emperor.

After thinking so much, Yang Fan looked down. I found that the little monk was still fighting with the old Taoist priest on two bamboo rafts. What hanging coffin is simply blind.

However, the little monk fought very seriously. The strength of this old man guarding the tomb is not much different from him. So when it came to it, the little monk still had the upper hand. Finally, the little monk suddenly punched the old man who was guarding the tomb into the river. Only then did Yang Fan find out that the young monk was on the bamboo raft. There was already a hanging coffin, and it was no wonder that the old man was so close in pursuit.

After seeing that there was no movement around him, the young monk hurriedly propped up the bamboo raft to the edge of the pavilion, and then climbed up.

"Little donor, where are you?" Seng Yizhu's breath was a little cramped, and after the war, his internal strength was also consumed a lot, so naturally he couldn't catch up with his strength.

"Here." Yang Fan beckoned down. Seng Yizhu raised his eyelids, stepped on the crack of the stone with one foot, jumped in the air, and arrived at the cliff cave where Yang Fan was standing, and asked, "Has the little benefactor found the mound of clothes?" ”

"No, I'm not looking for it. I don't know what you have gained from small bamboo? ”

Monk Yizhu's face turned red, and he didn't know if it was after the battle just now, the blood flowed back or was called by Yang Fan's little bamboo, scratched his head, and said: "The little monk rummaged through the hanging coffin on the fifty zhang, and finally found an empty coffin, if it wasn't for the old Taoist priest to block it, he would have come to find the little benefactor you." The little monk looked at the Luxi River, folded his hands, and said, "Amitabha, I don't know what happened to this old Taoist, it's really a sin." ”

Yang Fan glanced at this little monk, you knocked people down the river, and now you are still pretending to be here Amitabha Buddha You have a lung. After the little monk finished pretending to be merciful, he immediately turned around and asked, "Since the little benefactor hasn't found the hanging coffin yet, why don't you accompany the little monk to find it?" ”

"No, no. I can't come down to join in the fun, and it's not a big problem if I can't find it. Let's leave as soon as possible and join the Taoist. Yang Fan was afraid that the well-dressed mound would be discovered by the little monk, so he hurriedly persuaded him to leave directly.

The little monk glanced at Yang Fan a little strangely, and said, "Then whatever the little donor." He grabbed Yang Fan and fell straight down.

"it!"

Yang Fan's little heart was about to jump out, he didn't expect Seng Yizhu to jump down so directly, without any preparation. When the fall is about to be normal, Yizhu puts his feet on the table of the cliff cave to reduce the speed of the fall. Then lightly touched the cliff platform, and the two of them slid down on the bamboo row by the arc of the eaves on the cliff platform.

Yang Fan just stood firm, and wanted to praise the little monk's light skills, but he was almost thrown down on the bamboo row by the little monk. secretly said in his heart, with the people of the rivers and lakes, he couldn't stand still. They had to go back as soon as possible, lest they kill too many people there.

Yang Fan was not worried that Bu Laodao would die on the mountain. If there were thousands of troops and horses in Longhu Mountain, he would still be worried, and if the hundreds of Taoist priests couldn't deal with it, they would just die early. (To be continued.) )