Chapter Seventy-Two: The Spiritual Chamber

Besides, Lao Pi and Zheng Jiuwu and the poet, these four guys also fell, and the taste of the four old men colliding together was really not so pleasant, especially the poet's small body was even more miserable. But luckier than them, Sha Kun also had a lighter, and these people also touched it for a long time, but fortunately, Zheng Jiuwu was born with a pair of eyes that could be in the dark, so following him, this guy noticed a knocking sound under his feet early in the morning, and quickly locked on a stone slab under his feet. Slowly open it and take a look, good guy, there is actually a bright light down here, and the pair of men and women with candles are snuggling together, so Lao Pi showed half of his head and greeted them below: "Ouch, I'm sorry to disturb the world of the two, you continue, continue to ......"

After saying that, he pretended to move back to the stone slab, Li Xin jumped on his feet below and scolded: "Dead old skin, it's not a thing, you die for me!" ”

"Okay, wait a minute, I'm going to preside over the ceremony for you, this face, this candle," he laughed and slid down a rope, followed by Zheng Jiuwu and Sha Kun and the poet, all four of them landed one after another to look at the place, and all of them also looked at the pool at the same time.

"Hey," said the old skin, poking his head, "there's actually gold coins here!" After saying that, he wanted to reach out and take it, but Wang Ling shouted, "Don't move, it's for God." ”

"God?" Old Pi looked up and saw that it was actually a foreigner there, and he said happily: "People speak foreign languages, and you ask him to talk about things about Chinese, can people understand?" Okay, okay, I'm not going to tease you, how did you get into this place? ”

"What about you," Li Xin said, "How did you get in?" ”

Lao Pi patted Zheng Jiuwu's shoulder and said, "We all rely on him, he has a good nose, after you fell, we also fell, and the black rumbling followed Lao Zheng and touched here." ”

"It's a kitchen," Zheng Jiuwu added, "It's full of hardened food, and it looks like a banquet hall?" ”

Wang Ling nodded and said, "I've been thinking about it, and now I finally understand that the food was transported here by rope dropping, so the real outlet is still on it." ”

"No," Zheng Jiuwu shook his head and said, "I've checked carefully, this is the only exit that can be found," he continued, "There is a sentence I don't know whether to say or not, I don't think this place is for the living, I'm afraid the whole island is not built for the living." ”

"Plague God, it's okay for you to talk about it." Lao Pi said: "The poet has already peed his pants once just now, so it doesn't matter." ”

"Your uncle," the poet blushed, Wang Ling noticed that the position of the crotch of the kid's pants was really a little wet this time, he hurriedly avoided Wang Ling's eyes, lowered his head and clamped his thighs and said, "Accidentally wet ......"

"Most of the food is made with wax." After that, Zheng Jiuwu took out an apple from his pocket and threw it to Wang Ling, who took it and took a look, the "apple" was a real apple in terms of appearance and color, but he wiped it twice with his hand but found that the dust on it could not be wiped off, and then he gently pressed it in with his fingernails, and sure enough, he found that it was really made of wax!

"Not only fruits, but also meat," Zheng Jiuwu continued, "Do Westerners also use this?" Then he played a trick and took out something, and Wang Ling took it and saw that it was a long incense that had burned and had a tail left.

"Not only these," Lao Pi said: "There are also paper money, paper money cut into the shape of ingots, scattered everywhere one after another, and I don't know which way the gods live here, I also think this place is more like a tomb." ”

Offering to the gods of the West, but with the old customs unique to the East, what kind of people don't need to go through the main gate to enter and exit here? Wang Ling suddenly thought of a saying: In the countryside, there has always been a saying that the soul comes in through the windows and chimneys after death, because there is a door god on the door, which will block those things, so if a house does not have a gate, it is not suitable for the living to live in terms of yin and yang.

"It is indeed a strange match," and Wang Ling noticed that the placement of this statue was also interesting, he took out the compass in his pocket and said: "According to the direction, it faces east, and the position where the master sits is also the same, who built it?" ”

Zheng Jiuwu's dog nose played a role again, his eyes kept sweeping back and forth over the statue, this is a typical Western face: high nose bridge, deep eye sockets, extremely thin lips, slowly he stood on the pool, with his hand gently stroked the trident that symbolized power, from the material, it should be made of brass, not only not rusted, but also exuded a faint light in the light.

Suddenly, he pulled the trident back hard, and there was a "click" sound that came from nowhere, and they only felt that the ground under their feet shook at that moment. Lao Pi immediately shouted: "What are you doing, don't move, be careful of being alarmed!" ”

"Look?" Zheng Jiuwu was still standing on it, his eyes looking at the wall directly in front of him, and he didn't know when it had cracked a small gap from the center......

He continued: "If something is actually used by someone, it will inevitably leave some traces, and the two points of this trident are obviously more worn out than the others, and sure enough, there are some doorways in it. ”

Sometimes, you have to admire his grasp of the details, which Wang Ling would never have imagined, this statue is a mechanism, and the trident in his hand is the key. Seeing this, Lao Pi also went up to help, this thing is not so easy to pull, because the statue will also rotate together, and after a few rounds, the crack is finally big enough to accommodate a whole person to pass through.

No one would have thought that there would be such a scene inside.

When Wang Ling took the candle and didn't even walk in, he smelled a faint scent of sandalwood, and the thickness of the wall greatly exceeded their expectations.

At the back of this space there are hundreds of dense spiritual seats, and the one in the middle is the largest, and there is red silk tied on the top, and the clearly recognizable vermilion lacquer clearly writes a line of Chinese characters that they can read: the position of the king of the sea and the king of the sea of the first king! Directly below the tablet is a very gorgeous red satin garment, embroidered with a dragon woven with gold wire, symmetrical left and right, very exquisite.

"Oh my God!" Lao Pi opened his mouth wide and said: "I'm afraid that this dense tablet that can't be seen at a glance is all the brothers of Wang Zhi, I can't imagine that someone is secretly enshrined in his tablet here, so isn't it buried in those coffins outside?" ”

"Poseidon is the god of the sea, and Wang Zhi is the king of the pure sea." Li Xin said: "In a sense, these two people are characters calling for wind and rain on the sea, I guess, it should be Mao Ruxian." After Wang Zhi's death, he was one of the most trusted and relied on people in Wang Zhi's life as a former military advisor, Wang Zhi's style of acting and quite a river and lake atmosphere, to build such an exquisite sea palace, not only requires superb architectural skills, but also requires huge manpower and material resources, and Mao Ruxian as a person who knows the treasure of the rich country, and is a disciple of Liu Bowen, proficient in metaphysics and architecture. It cannot be ruled out that he used that wealth to build this huge palace here for his master as a mound of clothes, to comfort his spirit in heaven. ”

This answer is already about to come out, just when everyone thinks that this is Mao Ruxian's handwriting, Wang Ling put forward another opinion, he said: "Logically, your inference is flawed, Mao Ruxian can be described as embarrassed when he fled west, assuming that he has gained a foothold in Europe, it should take at least a few years." Organizing people to turn around and build such a huge palace again is not realistic in terms of energy and time, if he can implement such a large project, he will already be the second Wang Zhi, he can lead the fleet back to avenge his master, and the banner of the Five Peaks Banner will not be lost in Wang Zhi's hands. In fact, after Wang Zhi, there has not yet been a pirate group that can fight against the entire country. ”

"He's right," Zheng Jiuwu also said, "Who is Wang Zhi?" He is a pirate, and since he is a thief, he will rob, so why can't the dove occupy the magpie's nest happen? Now it can only be speculated that Mao Ruxian also visited here a few years later, and left a mound here. This may have been a lost place they found while they were crossing the sea, just as we were mistakenly brought by a storm, and as a busy shipping lane, do you think that such a large-scale construction would not have been discovered and recorded by ships in that dynasty? In fact, it doesn't have any records, which of you can explain? Judging from the various aspects of the site, no one has visited it for at least hundreds of years, and if you look at the wall where the tablets are placed, it is not used to place tablets at all. ”

As he spoke, he began to climb up, and when Zheng Jiuwu removed several of the tablets, they saw that there were other articles on the wall, and these tablets were glued with some kind of adhesive!