Chapter 214: Life and Death Are a Mystery
The content of the mural is not difficult to recognize, there is only one protagonist in the painting, and in order to highlight his greatness, he is taller and more powerful than all the people in the mural, like a god.
Even the one who wore the crown was much shorter before him, and was protected by him.
This protagonist is not an outsider, it is Zhaogong!
The mural records many important moments in his life.
The first depicts his birth, with a baby being lifted into the air with his hands lifted into the air, and the golden light around the baby illuminates the room, highlighting his extraordinaryness.
The second records his youth, riding a treasure horse in battle armor, looking back at the sun, bending his bow and arrows, and shooting a mythical bird flying in the air.
Wang Cheng shook his head secretly, the records of these murals are seriously inconsistent with the facts.
According to historical records, Zhaogong was the youngest son of King Wen, who was more than 200 years old when he was born, and died within a few years. At that time, the Great Zhou Dynasty also implemented the system of living burial, and when King Wen died, his mother naturally followed suit.
So the real situation is that Zhao Gong has the lowest sense of existence among the sons of King Wen, and he is a little praised by Xiao Transparent. With the death of his mother, he must have had a very bad life in the royal palace, and was not less bullied.
Perhaps it was because of this experience in his early years that he honed his will to persevere. In the end, it exceeded everyone's expectations and put down the "Chengkang Rebellion".
Knowing that these murals were exaggerated, Wang Cheng quickly skipped historical facts such as the pacification of the Chengkang Rebellion and the formulation of Zhou rituals, and focused his attention on the ninth mural.
This mural is the famous painting that has been passed down for thousands of years, "Summoning Gongfu Kangwang Tu".
The young son of heaven, King Kang, sat on the throne with a crown on his head, and beside him stood the god-like summoning prince, and below him was a group of ant-like ministers.
At this point, Zhaogong's prestige has reached the peak of his life, and he can replace the young son of heaven at any time.
Skipping this one, the mural on the back records some deeds after Zhao Gong came to the fiefdom of Wuyuan, such as encouraging Sannong, building water conservancy, and spreading education.
Coming to the last few murals, the penultimate one is Zhaogong lying on the bed, the bed is full of people, and he has come to the last moment of his life.
The penultimate picture is to summon the prince to be buried, and all the people see him off, and the procession is lined up from the city to the royal tomb.
The last painting is the picture of the underground palace, and the huge coffin occupies most of the fresco.
Suddenly, Wang Cheng's eyes froze, staring closely at the bottom of the coffin.
There were nine dragons holding the coffin together, flying towards the red sun.
"Nine Dragons carry the coffin?"
Wang Cheng's face was weird, this picture was exactly the same as what some supernatural people wrote on the Internet.
"Zhaogong wants to soar to become an immortal?"
Wang Cheng suddenly thought of something, and in a few flickers, the person came to the ninth floor.
Condescendingly, looking at the hill in the dungeon, I finally had some understanding.
The hill that looked like a mound of earth turned out to have a large doorway, and the bulges on the hillside looked like a dragon, and when you counted them, there were really nine.
"Nine-story demon tower...... Kowloon Carrying the Coffin ......"
Wang Cheng finally understood the layout of this underground palace, and it turned out that the purpose of calling the prince was to become an immortal.
Oh, yes!
From ancient times to the present, I don't know how many big people, especially those emperors, they are all keen to become immortals, even the first emperor who has been famous for thousands of years.
It's a pity that in the end, they have become a handful of loess after all, and they can only bring this wish underground.
"Are there really immortals in the world?"
Wang Cheng has asked himself this question many times, he chose to embark on the path of cultivation in order to become an immortal, in order to be able to go home and see his parents again.
He has always believed that there are really immortals in this world, whether it is the master Zhang Xiaosheng or the female opponent, he also believes that there are immortals in the world.
However, the coffin on the top of the mountain seemed to mock him mercilessly.
Even characters like Zhaogong can only bring Cheng Immortal underground, how can there be any immortals in the world?
Wang Cheng's heart ached, and he had a crazy thought, that is, to open the coffin and take a look.
"No way!"
He hurriedly suppressed this evil thought, if it weren't for the escape for his life, in order to catch the gold-devouring worm, he wouldn't even enter the underground palace, let alone open the coffin.
Zhaogong is not only a god-like existence for the people of the Great Zhou, but also a person worthy of admiration for him, a stranger, and he can't disturb his heroic spirit no matter what.
He no longer thinks about the question of opening the coffin to verify whether there is an immortal, sometimes knowing that the answer is not necessarily a good thing, and it is just right to keep a trace of suspense.
Besides, there are still three floors of this "Nine-Story Demon Tower" that he hasn't turned, and the Gold Devouring Worm hasn't been caught yet.
Just like the floors he had searched just now, the ninth floor was also divided into "single rooms".
Wang Cheng turned around and entered a room.
The furnishings in the room are still very simple, a desk, an oil lamp, and two bookshelves.
There is a stack of books on the space of the bookshelf, not the silk books on the fifth floor, nor the bamboo slips on the fourth floor, but the paper books that are most used today.
The book is a little yellowed, and it is naturally very old, but it is very well preserved.
Wang Cheng picked up a copy casually, it was a little heavy, and its material was top-notch, not something that ordinary people could use.
There was nothing on the cover, and after opening it, the first column of the first page of the book shocked Wang Cheng's heart.
"The Year of Muzon 259 ......"
Wang Cheng read it silently again, shook his head and said, "That's not right! Two hundred and fifty-nine years without Muzon! ”
Mu Zong is the reign of King Mu of the Great Zhou, and Mu Zong is also the longest reigning King of Zhou, as long as 249 years, Mu Zong 259 years, Mu Zong has died for ten years!
"Has anyone ever come in?"
It's not impossible, even he can follow the gold eater to dig through the stone wall to enter here, and it's not impossible for others to get in through other ways.
"That's not right!"
Wang Cheng immediately rejected this idea, if it was really an outsider who came in, it was impossible to write the time wrong.
He continued to look down, and the more he looked, the more he couldn't understand it, because the content of the book was too messy.
For a while, I was in a bad mood today, I was talking about something a long, long time ago, and I was talking about a few lines of poetry on it, much like a diary.
Then he read the other stacks of books on the shelf, and his head was about to explode.
"Who would have written this?"
Wang Cheng was puzzled, but he was sure that the person who wrote lived in a very long time.
Because the font on the book is still the ancient characters before King Xuan ruled the world, combined with the sentence "Muzong 259 years", at least 800 years ago.
When I came to the next room, an alchemy furnace nearly three meters high came into view.
Wang Cheng compared what he was carrying in his hand, and then looked at the room in the room, the gap was too big!
Regardless of the shape or size of this alchemy furnace, it is very similar to the gossip furnace of Taishang Laojun in the 86th version of "Journey to the West", almost carved out of a mold.
Wang Cheng habitually used his telekinesis to investigate, but when his telekinesis touched the alchemy furnace, it was swallowed up at once.
He quickly withdrew his mental power, didn't dare to investigate it easily, and couldn't help but say "baby"!
He stepped forward and reached out to touch the wall of the furnace, and the smoothness and coldness coming from above confirmed his suspicion.
The best alchemy furnace he has ever used is the one that Shen Yuanyuan found later, and the appearance is similar to the one in his hand, although Shen Yuanyuan has never said the grade of the alchemy furnace, but it can refine the quasi-divine pill "Nirvana Dan", it must be a spiritual weapon.
It's a pity that when refining the "Nirvana Dan" that time, he was struck by three heavenly thunderbolts in a row, and some of them were damaged, and it happened that the eldest brother Hu Zhe knew something about the refining tool, so he stayed in Baifu and never took it with him.
The high-grade alchemy furnace is actually easy to distinguish, and the most direct method is the appearance, whether the furnace wall is flat and smooth, whether there will be noise after listening to the tapping, whether it will be deformed and rusted after a long time, and so on.
There is no doubt that this alchemy furnace is the best that Wang Cheng has ever seen, and it can still have this appearance in the world for thousands of years, and its material is absolutely extraordinary.
Wang Cheng exerted force in his hand, but to his surprise, the alchemy furnace did not move at all.
"Hah!"
His qi and blood surged to his palms, and he exerted his strength again, finally lifting the alchemy furnace.
After a while, he put down the alchemy furnace again, his face flushed a little, and sighed, "Damn! So heavy! ”
After breaking through the bloodstain boundary, he couldn't even tell how much strength he could burst out now, but he almost couldn't even move the alchemy furnace.
"Is it just going to stay here?"
Wang Cheng didn't give up, and suddenly remembered something, squeezed out a few drops of blood from the wound and wiped them on the alchemy furnace.
As far as he knew, some treasures needed to be dripping blood to recognize the Lord, could this alchemy furnace be the same?
However, these few drops of blood slipped down on the furnace wall, which simply refreshed Wang Cheng's cognition.
Even if the walls of this furnace are as bloodless as a treasure knife, they should not be so neat and clean, not at all.
"It seems that this alchemy furnace really has nothing to do with me!"
Wang Cheng shook his head, and he had no choice but to give up if he didn't want to, but fortunately he had another alchemy furnace in his hand.
When I came to the next room, it was empty, but the surrounding walls were covered with dense letters, and some of them were accompanied by portraits.
"What is blood? Blood is born in the marrow, originates in the heart, the heart is blood, blood is qi, qi and blood are born. If the blood is endless, the power will be endless......"
Wang Cheng opened his mouth and said, "Nine Dragons Imperial Heavenly Gong, this is Nine Dragons Imperial Heavenly Gong"!" ”
There were turbulent waves in his heart, how could there be "Nine Dragons Imperial Heavenly Gong" in the mausoleum of Zhaogong?
Even if there were, it couldn't have been written on the wall, and something so important should be brought into the coffin!
Wang Cheng suppressed the surprise in his heart and memorized all the things written on the three walls.
To his surprise, in addition to the "Qi and Blood Scroll", the "Nine Dragons Imperial Heavenly Gong" written on the three walls also has the "Zhou Tian Scroll", which is the practice required for the martial artist realm.
Suddenly, his heart was shocked, he looked at the words on the wall, and said to himself: "Diary, Danfang, Enlightenment ......"
The chaotic thoughts in his mind seemed to be opened up all of a sudden, and he blurted out: "Could it be that Zhaogong is not dead?" ”
"Not bad!"