Bickering is bickering, and business still has to be done. As far as feng shui is concerned, Xiao Sanye and I are actually two knives that can play a little tricky, and in general, they will say that they can't read it.

However, under mutual verification, it is true that some traces of the Feng Shui Bureau have been arranged.

Feng Shui bureaus are all involved in one party's feng shui, whether the cloth is broken or broken, it will leave obvious traces. If Hu Xiaodie was here, she would be able to identify at a glance where the Feng Shui Bureau's eyes had been arranged, and then use the eyes to find out where the Feng Shui Bureau's role was located.

Xiao Sanye and I don't have the ability to lay out, but we also have some means. He is a cultivator of the Huang family, and he is sensitive to the vitality of one party; I'm dressed in a judge's robe, and I'm sensitive to death.

With these two points, we have really found a few 'potentials' that will not be dispersed.

However, this "potential" has been greatly dissipated by the natural environment, cut by wind and rain, earthquakes and landslides. This area is different from other places in the Great Khing'an Mountains, which is bare, the soil erosion is very serious, the surface is broken, and it is no longer the atmosphere of the past.

Despite this, it can still be vaguely seen that this Dragon Pavilion Treasure Residence in Panlong Ridge is under the mountain beam where he is standing now.

This is a hillside that has been greatly damaged by the natural environment, and all the nearby mountain ravines extend from this hill. More importantly, the ink color that stains the land and penetrates deep into the earth is spread outward, and if the ancient tomb of the Ming Dynasty exists, it must be in the belly of this mountain.

I stood on the ridge of the mountain, compared with the little third master, and verified the possibility of the ups and downs of the mountains and rivers. Write down the locations where there may be ancient tombs and obscure qi veins, mark the distance and direction, and then turn around to look at the direction of the dragon bone temple on the other side.

Lin Qiao and Song Dabao were looking for possible traces of tunnels in the Dragon Bone Temple, but if that kind of place could be easily found, it would have been discovered by others for more than a hundred years.

"Let's go, let's go down the mountain." I greeted the little third master.

On the way down, the two of us discussed the details related to Feng Shui positioning. This is really a combination of theory and practice, and in the end we all believe that there is a large tomb in the mountain, and the straight-line distance from the dragon bone temple is about two kilometers.

If the keel temple was built to cover the traces of excavation, there should be a passage hidden in it that leads to that tomb. This distance and direction are completely reasonable, according to the manpower and skills brought by the legendary warlock, it is not difficult to dig a tunnel of about two kilometers, it just takes some more time.

It's just that there are two puzzling points in it. The little third master put his hands in his pockets, as if walking on a steep slope, and said: "Little Liuzi, you say, is that person full of food, since he can see the specific location of the imperial tomb, why do you still run so far to make holes?" ”

I can't compare to the ability of the third master, and I walk carefully downhill, otherwise it will be easy to become a rolling gourd. He could only carefully find the position of his feet and said to him: "It's unlikely, if the Qing royal family sends a force to him, he can directly dig with great fanfare." But he chose a different hidden route, which must have some meaning. Since the grandson who built the dragon bone temple can persuade the royal family to be trusted, his ability to compare it to the extent is definitely far better than you and me, he naturally has his reasons, I speculate that he avoided some dangerous things or arranged that he was not sure to deal with, and entered the imperial tomb from underground. ”

"In other words, there are still some powerful means to arrange this underground imperial tomb?" The little third master asked.

I shrugged, and I didn't know if it was. Anyway, this place is very weird, and it wouldn't be surprising if something happened again.

Just as I was thinking this, suddenly there was a strange aura coming from the Dragon Bone Temple. From the door openings of the dragon's head, the dilapidated windows, and the collapsed leaks, there are traces of strange darkness in the 'night' darkness silently.

By this time noon had passed, and the sky was no longer so dazzling. The night is like a hazy veil, without substance, but it is really depriving it of light and temperature!

"Not good!"

"Something's wrong!" Seeing this, the little third master immediately slipped a drop on my collar, jumped over, and rushed in the direction of the Dragon Bone Temple.

However, the closer I got, the more a strange feeling rose in my heart as I galloped. This feeling came from the dragon bone temple, from the immortal jade in the chest.

The darkness of the night spread silently, exuding a terrifying, terrifying aura, whether it was the walls, the trees, or the earth, even the air seemed to be impregnated and assimilated.

It spreads out, overflowing from the temple of dragon bones. There is a devastating aura, but its horror is far more than the power itself, and there is a 'charm' hidden in the 'wriggling darkness'.

It seems to face the giant Buddha in the ancient temple, knowing that it is just a mud tire, unless the ground shakes it down and smashes it down, otherwise it cannot hurt people, but people still can't help but be in awe and even worship in front of the shrine because it has been worshiped by thousands of years of incense and ten thousand people, and the mud tire has a 'charm'.

The charm does not hurt people, it only captures people, and it captures people's hearts.

Such is the case with this wriggling darkness. And its 'charm' is not the evil and obscure as imagined. On the contrary, there is clarity in the darkness; The ferocity reveals neutrality and peace, and it seems that it is really 'clear and good'.

From approaching to the front of the Dragon Bone Temple, facing the thick creeping darkness, that kind of aura is everywhere, emphasizing one's own integrity all the time.

The judge's robe automatically changes his robe, and the judge's spirit, the dark red robe resists the charm. However, the more intense the entanglement between qi and spirit, the more I can feel that there is a kind of 'righteousness and truth' in this creeping darkness.

The extremely pure innocence is like facing the mother who gave birth to everything.

There was even a hint of the strange urge to take off everything, throw yourself into it, and return to the arms of her mother!

There is no reason to talk about it, this feeling is planted directly in the heart, it is right, it is right, and those who oppose it are wrong and evil.

Resisting the darkness is a big mistake, it is better to get lost and return, than to follow the good as the flow. With the ink, you can pull out the sea of suffering and enjoy happiness

There is great ambition and generosity to death, but in this battle that is being fought, I gradually feel that I am wrong, so ambition becomes doubt, generosity turns into chagrin, how can this be won!

At the critical moment, it was still the judge's robe that was shocked. I seized this momentary opportunity to recite the judge's mantra with my mouth, to correct the heavens and the earth, and then move the pen mantra, please come out with the judge's pen.

The judge has his own integrity in his heart, takes the avenue of reincarnation as his own responsibility, and only makes decisions by his own heart, where does he care about other people's nonsense!

"Broken!"

With a wave of the pen, the judge is right. I faintly heard a scream, the darkness that seemed formless, but seemed alive, intelligent, emotional, cunning, and distorted everything else.

The ink was swept away by the red pen, and the righteousness of the judge and the righteousness of darkness were like fire and water. The little third master was able to see the scene clearly for a while, and with a scolding in his mouth, he held the silver spear in his hand and stabbed forward.

The air was stirring, the darkness was rolling rapidly, and the bald man suddenly stepped out and appeared in front of me and the little third master who were about to enter the temple gate!

The bald man and the old lady in black disappeared in hiding and disappeared, and they did not go far. At this time, with the help of the strange reappearance in the dragon bone temple, he attacked decisively, only to see the bald man's eyes red, obviously he had been put on the body by some yin ghost, and then his handprint was buttoned, and four black lights hit the little third master like electricity.

At the same time, the left hand turned again, and the five fingers were like pincers, grasping the handle of the silver spear.

It was so sudden that I didn't have time to react, and I couldn't even see the face of the enemy. Fortunately, the little third master has already noticed that his shot is going towards the bald man, and at this time, he is not retreating but advancing, and his body is suddenly covered with gold armor, and even if he is hit by the black light, his limbs are hit by the black light!

The sneak attack was successful, and the bald man was overjoyed. But soon found that the effect was not bad, and the four black lights were blocked by the golden armor.

On the contrary, the little third master shot head-on, and it was fierce. The bald man was not strong enough with one hand, so he used both hands to hold the gun and resist the attack.

However, before he could be proud, he saw a sneer hanging out of the little third master's mouth. Immediately, the silver spear trembled, the body of the gun did not move, and the head of the spear stabbed forward a distance, directly piercing the eyebrows of the bald man!

I'm afraid he didn't even understand what was going on when he was dying, and his eyes widened and he didn't blink. It turned out that the silver spear of the third master was returned to him after being transformed by Uncle Long, and there was an additional skill of the Yin people at a critical moment, called: The golden cicada sheds its shell, and the needle is drawn in the fire!