I removed the silk cloth on it, and the other silk cloth was full of words, these two things had been placed close to Ji Lin's body, and it looked like they should be hiding before he died.

The text on the silk cloth below is a little blurry, and it is quite difficult to read, and it takes a long time to read a complete sentence, but after reading a few paragraphs, I was surprised, this record is actually the beginning and end of the construction of the Jieshi Golden Palace.

Ji Lin is a native of Zuoqiu in Qi State, Ji has a long history in Qi State, until the Duke of Qi Huan ascended the throne, and adopted the policy of declining and declining, the people did not change the policy, so that scholars, farmers, industrialists, and merchants lived separately, so that their occupations were passed on from generation to generation, so as to stabilize the social structure of Qi State.

And the Ji family has always inherited the craftsmanship of stonemasonry.

"Stonemason? Didn't Ji Tianhua say that Ji Xian's ancestors were prominent because they became immortals? Tian Ji interrupted me. How could it be a stonemason? ”

I also have some doubts, continue to look down, as early as Ji Lin's great-grandfather's generation, the Ji family was still good at stone carving and construction, and when it came to King Qi Wei, King Qi suddenly gathered craftsmen from all over the country, and Ji Lin's great-ancestor was also among them.

This gathering gathered almost all the skilled craftsmen of the Qi country, and originally thought that it was to build a large building, but these summoned people were arranged to go to sea overnight.

"Out to sea? What do you do at sea? Ling Zhihan asked.

"There is no explanation above, only that hundreds of large ships transported tens of thousands of craftsmen into the Bohai Sea." I shook my head and replied.

"And then? What happened next? The palace lord asked.

The more I looked down at what was written on the silk cloth, the more shocked I became, Ji Lin's great-grandfather was among them, but the hundreds of ships and the tens of thousands of craftsmen on them were like stones in the sea, and no one knew where they were sent.

Fifty years have passed, just when this incident is slowly being forgotten.

"Come back?!" I frowned at the words on the silk. "Those people actually returned by boat safe and sound."

"Since someone has come back, it should be clear where they have gone and what they have done in the past fifty years, right?" Xie Tianhui asked.

"That's the strange thing, these people don't know what happened, and their memories are still stuck on the day they set off fifty years ago." I said with a deep breath.

According to the records on the silk cloth, fifty years have passed, and the descendants of these people have long since grown old, and seeing them suddenly return is like a world away, but these craftsmen feel that everything happened on the day they went to sea.

The most shocking thing is that the appearance of these people has not changed in the slightest, exactly the same as when they left, and these people have not changed in the slightest for fifty years.

But none of them remembered where they had been, nor what they had done in the past fifty years.

What is even more bizarre is that not long after these people came ashore, all of them began to age rapidly almost at the same time, as if fifty years were passing from them in an instant, until they died.

But only one person survived!

That was Ji Lin's great-grandfather, and at the same time, aging did not happen to him, and after returning home, on the contrary, as time passed, he gradually remembered some things, some vague memories of the past fifty years.

But it was fragmentary and incoherent, he vaguely remembered what he was building, and the project was quite large, and in his memory, he had never seen sunlight, not even moonlight, the only thing he knew for sure was that he could hear the sound of the sea churning.

"That means it's near the sea." Xie Tianhui took out the map from his bag. "It shouldn't be in the coastal area, so many people can't build it without anyone seeing, but there are no islands in the nearby sea area that are big enough for tens of thousands of people to start building at the same time."

"I can't see the sun or the moonlight, but I can hear the sound of the waves......" I was stunned for a moment, and I accidentally caught a glimpse of the altar we were on, and I was shocked. You can't see the sun or the moonlight here! ”

"Under the sea! They were built on the bottom of the sea! Tian Ji said loudly.

This discovery was unexpected, but we did not expect that long before Qin Shi Huang built the Jieshi Palace, the Qi State had already built another building on the bottom of the sea.

I hurriedly looked down at the record on the silk cloth, and Ji Lin's great-grandfather kept trying to recall everything, until one day, a place name suddenly came out of his mouth.

Penglai!

I read these two words, suddenly dumbfounded, Penglai since ancient times ethereal, the legend is known as the fairyland of the world, and Yingzhou, abbot and called the three god mountain, it is said that the mountain is inhabited by the clouds and cranes of the immortals.

He told his family that he was sure he had been to Penglai, but in his description, Penglai was not as rumored to be, in the depths of the Bohai Sea, there was a sea area shrouded in fog all year round, and even the strongest sea breeze could not blow away the thick fog.

Only at a certain time, the fog will disperse for a short time, at this time, you will see a seven-story pavilion towering on the sea, there are monsters guarding it, except for the gods, mortals can not climb to the top, but can clearly hear the demon chant coming from the pavilion, which is called the demon tower.

Just below the Demon Tower is the rumored Penglai Immortal Island, which is an island that floats on the bottom of the sea all year round, and only rises from the bottom of the sea at a certain time, and those craftsmen who have disappeared for more than 50 years have been building a huge palace in the bottom of the sea.

Ji Lin's great-ancestor relied on his vague memory, and finally drew this immortal mountain that he had witnessed, and I hurriedly and carefully peeled off the third layer of silk cloth, on which was a complete painting, and everyone gathered around, looking at the pattern on it, all of them held their breath and were shocked and speechless.

In the picture, the demon tower described by Ji Lin's great-grandfather first came into view, the demon tower was solemn and majestic, standing at the top of the Dan Cliff, and the cliff below it hung upside down on the blue waves.

The picture is full of clouds and mist, looking at it from afar, like a fairy palace, if you can climb the high pavilion, such as a fluttering cloud table, but seeing that there is heaven and no earth, there is indeed a sense of being born out of the world, which can really be described as a fairyland on earth.

Under the demon tower, the cliff is like a broken stone under the screen, it is sleek and sleek for a long time by the waves, the shape is like a pearl, the clear waves of thousands of miles shine with scales and golden light, the artistic conception of the gulls sweeping the water is wonderful, and the island shaped like a crescent moon is ethereal and illusory, and the unpredictable changes loom on the surface of the sea.

The high-rise buildings above protrude, the Lingtai Treasure Pavilion is splendid, the cranes fly together in the mountains and streams and waterfalls, the fantastic scenery is spectacular and breathtaking.

This is the legend of the fairy island that countless people flock to, I didn't expect it to really exist, and what we didn't expect is that someone actually landed on this fairy island, according to the record on the silk cloth, those craftsmen who took a boat into the sea once built something on Penglai.

Continue to read the above text, this secret of the Ji family has not been made public, only the descendants of the Ji family know this shocking secret, but other than that, he can't think of other things.

Until the end, Ji Lin's great-ancestor lived to be 100 years old before he died, but until he died, he always tried to pursue the bizarre memories of the fifty years, but in the end he found nothing, but the descendants of the Ji family firmly believe that the great-ancestor had been to the fairy mountain and built a palace for the gods, so he would live a hundred years old without changing his face.

"The legend of Penglai has always existed, if the ancestors of the Ji family have been there, can they leave the exact location of Penglai?" Gong Jue asked.

"No, as it said on the silk cloth, although he can remember the appearance of Penglai Immortal Island, he can't remember where this place is." I shook my head and replied.

"These people were all summoned by the King of Qi and transported to sea by boat, so it can be seen that these craftsmen may not know where they are going, but the King of Qi should know very well." Ling Zhihan said.

"Going to sea to seek immortals was very popular in the Warring States Period, and it originated from the two kingdoms of Qi and Yan at the beginning, especially the two kings of Qi Xuanwei, who sent people into the sea many times to search for immortals." I frowned and thought for a moment. "Could it be that King Qi got what he wanted and really found Penglai Immortal Mountain?"

"King Qi didn't do the right deal, all the people who live in Penglai are immortals, and King Qi sent people to build houses for immortals, but in the end he didn't get any benefits." Tian Ji said with a smile. "Besides, repairing a palace for the immortals is a matter of immeasurable merit, why don't you see the gods bless the Qi Kingdom, and in the end, it is not for the Qin State to be destroyed."

"Do immortals still need mortals to build palaces?" Xie Tianhui sneered back. "I think this thing is at best, it's just a matter of King Qi pretending to be a god and playing a ghost, the gods are fake, and what is built is real."

"It is very clear from the above that those craftsmen have been gone for fifty years, and when they come back, their appearance is the same as when they left, these people have not changed for fifty years, but as soon as they come ashore, they quickly age." The palace lord argued with reason. "I don't know if there are immortals on Penglai, but something must have happened to these people."

"The King of Qi sent people into the sea to build Penglai first, and the Qin Emperor built the Jieshi Palace later, these two places are on the bottom of the sea, with an interval of less than one hundred and fifty years, two different emperors, all of whom built palaces on the bottom of the sea, is there any connection between them?" I frowned and muttered to myself.

"Don't guess, look at what is still written on it, people are dying and their words are good, since Ji Lin has collected these silk cloths close to him, it must be extremely important to him." Tian Ji said.

I hurriedly continued to look at the content on the second layer of silk cloth, after Ji Lin's great-ancestor died, he left a complete picture of Penglai Xiandao, and at the same time, he was a highly skilled stonemason at that time, and the Ji family has inherited this craft for generations.

Although he didn't remember anything else, he remembered the method of building a palace on the bottom of the sea, and before he died, he passed on these skills to the descendants of the Ji family, which also made the descendants of the Ji family believe that there was Penglai Immortal Mountain in the Bohai Sea.

After all, such a bizarre thing could not be hidden for a long time, and soon Ji Lin's great-ancestor went to Xianshan, and saw the things of the gods spread everywhere, and the opinions became more and more magical, and Ji Lin's great-ancestor lived a long life, so this rumor is even more convincing.

This also makes the Ji family like the sky, after the death of Ji Lin's great-grandfather, it was passed on to Ji Lin's generation, when the theory of Fang Shi prevailed, Ji Lin regarded himself as a god, but he did not expect that the believers were spreading more and more, and Ji Lin was famous and a household name at that time.