Every time Jia Fatzi raises his hand, he will inevitably cause trouble of different sizes, as his "best partner", although Mu Zifeng has become accustomed to his Qingqi style, he is still nervous for a while. Following the light of Jia Fatzi's flashlight, Mu Zifeng looked ahead:

At the end of the light stood an ancient tower with a strange shape.

"Crazy, what's the blame for the house? How is it like a spoon for drinking mutton soup? Fat Jia was stunned and slowed down.

Mu Zifeng didn't pay attention to the fat man, just sighed silently, this ancient tower is dozens of meters high, wooden, and the general tower is different, the shape of the ancient tower is quite strange, the position of each layer is not vertical, such as the first layer in the west, the second layer is in the east, just like the Babylon Hanging Garden.

Could this be the legendary Tower of Seven Stars? When Mu Zifeng was in college, he asked Professor Wu Zhixuan about this kind of ancient tower, which is said to have been designed and manufactured by the emperor of the Great Xia Kingdom. It is said that those who practice on the top of the tower for a year will be able to ascend to the immortal after the consummation, and then Rouran destroyed the Great Xia, and the ancient pagoda was also destroyed and disappeared in the long river of history.

At this time, there was a noisy sound of people on the other side of the river, and there were faint stars and torches.

Oops, it must have been the gunfire just now that alarmed the Zhao family. Mu Zifeng thought about it, for the sake of today's plan, he could only temporarily enter the ancient tower to avoid it.

"Fatty, this is a pagoda." Mu Zifeng said with a smile: "Let's go, follow my brother in to explore, maybe you can find more treasures." ”

"Pagoda? Crazy, I don't read much, don't lie to me. Jia Fatzi was full of disbelief, but his footsteps had already betrayed himself and went straight to the ancient tower.

After walking for less than ten minutes, the two of them could already see the appearance of the ancient tower.

There are two stone beasts squatting on both sides of the main gate of the ancient tower, like a lion but not a lion, like a tiger but not a tiger, I don't know what it is. Mu Zifeng pondered in his heart, looking at the degree of weathering of this stone beast, I am afraid that it has a history of hundreds of years. There are two gold-swallowing beasts hanging on the vermilion lacquer gate, which are vivid, without the slightest trace of rust, as if they are silently guarding the secret of thousands of years.

After carefully looking up and down, Mu Zifeng found that this ancient tower was not far from the river, but the Gold Swallowing Beast was not corroded by water vapor, indicating that it was maintained by people all year round to preserve it so well.

"Crazy, what are you doing? If you don't leave, the Zhao family's slave on the opposite side will come with the Zhao family's dog! Jia Fatzi urged Mu Zifeng to enter the tower to hide, in fact, he knew that Jia Fatzi's real mind was to go in and get some treasures.

So, Mu Zifeng pushed the door in, and with the sound of "crunch", the ancient tower opened in response.

Under the flickering light of the torches, the picture that greeted the eyes was quite strange, it was a main hall only a few zhang deep, the ground was paved with black square bricks, there was no window on the wall, Mu Zifeng shone the torch closely, in addition to seeing all kinds of wood carvings, there were finger-sized pores.

"This should be the vent." Mu Zifeng muttered to himself.

There are four Nanmu pillars erected in the hall, and each pillar is finely carved with several flying pythons, which has aroused Mu Zifeng's interest.

This kind of nanmu is extremely precious, growing in the depths of the Qinling Mountains, known as one or two trees worth one or two gold, in fact, plus manual mining, transportation costs, and even more than the price of one or two gold.

Moving your eyes up along the column, there is a boxy plaque hanging in the center of the lobby, which reads in vigorous and powerful letters: Tianshu Palace.

"Heavenly District Palace? What is this place? Could it be the Dragon Palace of the East China Sea? Isn't there a baby, hey, madman, we've earned it! Jia Fatzi raised his head and stared at the plaque, muttering solemnly.

"Fatty, I suspect you didn't graduate from elementary school, but you never went to school at all!"

"Why are you talking, madman, your fat ancestor is from a show!"

Mu Zifeng teased Jia Fatzi, then ignored him and began to concentrate on studying the ancient tower.

The reason why this ancient pagoda is called the Seven Star Pagoda is that the appearance of the ancient pagoda is constructed according to the arrangement of the Big Dipper.

The so-called Big Dipper is: Tianshu, Tianxuan, Tianji, Tianquan, Yuheng, Kaiyang, Shaoguang and other seven stars, the ancient ancestors observed the celestial phenomena, felt that the shape of these seven stars is similar to the water bucket, so it is called the Big Dipper.

So according to this arrangement, the first layer of the Seven Stars Tower of Fantasy is Tianshu.

When Mu Zifeng looked down from the tall plaque to the column, a pitch-black coffin was across his eyes, the coffin was painted with gold lacquer, but there were no words or patterns, and it refracted a strange light in the night.

Why are the coffins placed here? It's really a strange thing, Mu Zifeng was a little puzzled.

Because of the golden appearance of the coffin, it has already moved and fascinated the fat man Jia, who is a fan of wealth, and he is probably inspired by the matter of the sword of King Yue last time, and his mind is full of looking for treasures.

"Crazy, or I'll ......" Jia Fat made a forward posture with his palm.

Mu Zifeng knew that what Fat Jia meant was to push open the coffin, thinking that this fat man knew that he was looking for trouble, not to get some money.

"No, the situation here is too complicated, don't mess around!" Mu Zifeng directly extinguished Jia Fatzi's illusion.

"Okay, listen to you!" Jia Fatzi walked away unwillingly, but his eyes stared straight at the coffin.

"Madman, hey, what kind of immortal temple is this?" Jia Fatzi suddenly asked Mu Zifeng.

Mu Zifeng leaned the torch forward, and then found that in the center of the hall, there was a sculpture wearing an official robe and an official hat, and there was an offering table in front of the sculpture, on which there was a wooden sign, an incense burner and a pile of things.

"You fat man, your eyes are not bad, you ......" Mu Zifeng just wanted to praise the fat man for a few words, but turned around to find that he had long since disappeared, and only heard the "click" sound of wood rubbing in the air.

It's not good, Fat Jia has learned to make a noise, he must have opened the coffin!

"You fat man, don't you know how to open the coffin and light the lamp? You ......" Mu Zifeng scolded, he hadn't been so angry for a long time, Jia Fatzi was so reckless, sooner or later he would make a mistake.

"Help me see first, what kind of treasure is there? After reading it, you want to beat or scold, whatever you want! Jia Fatzi snatched Mu Zifeng's torch and took a picture of the even darker coffin.

Anyway, the coffin has been opened, the disaster has already broken through, first cut and then play, and now Mu Zifeng can only be like Jia Fatzi, pouting his buttocks, staring at the eyes like copper bells, and seeing what treasures are buried there.

The beating flames were shaking, Mu Zifeng carefully observed for a long time, and saw Jia Fatzi sitting on the ground with his butt and sighing: "It's in vain!" ”

It's really gold and jade, and the coffin is empty, and there is not even a thigh bone.

Jia Fatzi was still unwilling, jumped up from the ground again, rushed to the offering table, and turned over the things on it.

"Madman, this old guy is very poor, what a tattered offering, not even a single fruit!" Jia Fatzi flipped and scolded at the same time.

"What's the fuss, this is the Greedy Wolf Star Monarch of the Tianshu Palace." Mu Zifeng explained: "That wooden tablet should be his tablet. ”

"Crazy, net bragging, this wooden sign says it's your ancestor." Jia Fatzi didn't touch the treasure, and scolded Mu Zifeng angrily.

"You fat man, dare to scold me." Mu Zifeng stepped forward and was about to have a seizure, but found that under the light of Jia Fatzi's torch, the wooden plate bronzing characters were particularly conspicuous:

The seventh ancestor of the Mu family, the Heavenly Spirit Seat.

Mu Yutian? Jia Fatzi actually didn't say it wrong, this is indeed Mu Zifeng's ancestor, when he was a child, he secretly read the family tree, and heard his father mention this name many times, and told a story: When the Northern Qing army entered the customs, the Chang'an general opened the door and surrendered, as a general, Mu Yutian immediately retired, vowing not to be a Northern Qing official for a while.

But how can this Greedy Wolf Star tablet be his seventh ancestor, this is really ridiculous.

"Crazy, it's folded, there's nothing to treasure here except for a coffin." Taking advantage of Mu Zifeng's time to think, Jia Fatzi had already turned in circles and turned the hall upside down.