Chapter 392: The Ghost Fire Ignites Again

Yang Xianrong stood next to Sima Xin's coffin, and after carefully counting the hundred heads of Sima Yue, he turned back to his phoenix. Tsui and Midoritake followed her and rearranged the curtains.

Sima Yue couldn't command for the time being, and Sima Chi didn't care, so he went back to his chariot.

The supervisor who guarded the imperial tomb first gave Xu Zhenren a respectful bow, and then began to direct everyone's convoy to slowly enter the imperial tomb.

The Sun Mausoleum has been built for forty years, and the general scale is the same as that of the former emperor Sima Yan. In fact, during Sima Zhen's reign, especially in the first ten years, he received the favor of the emperor, and the people's lives were relatively stable, and the foundation stone and wood of the imperial tomb also used a lot of good things. Although there was a war after that, the construction of the imperial tomb did not stop for a moment. After the fire in the arsenal, Zhang Du also quietly transported some of the things to the imperial tomb as Sima Zhen's funeral goods in the future.

The day before yesterday, when he was in Tianyuan Palace, he quietly told Yang Xianrong and asked, "If you need it, you can dig it out and take it away." ”

"Where am I going?" Yang Xianrong asked.

"Go where you want to go." Zhang Du smiled.

"I don't have much to go to." Yang Xianrong also smiled, "I'm going to accompany the emperor." ”

"Didn't you promise the emperor to take revenge?" Zhang Du touched his leg and sighed deeply.

"Yes, you have to take revenge. However, I need you to help me. Yang Xianrong also touched his leg and smiled meaningfully.

Just like at this moment, Yang Xianrong stood at the entrance of the main tomb of the Sun Mausoleum, watching the craftsmen use the long big wood as sleepers to slowly push Sima Xin's coffin in, she wanted to cry, but she couldn't cry. The women behind her were already weeping bitterly, and their voices were extremely poignant.

Yes, Sima Zhen is dead.

I always thought that he was sleeping in the Xianyang Palace, but he was asleep. But at this moment, you will really feel that this person is going to be sent into the deep mountain tomb, and if the door of the megalithic tomb is closed, it will never be seen again.

He would be alone in the tomb, pitch black.

And then what?

He will slowly rot and turn into white bones. And the dragon robe with gold thread on his body may not decay so quickly, as well as the gold, silver and jade that came with the burial. By the way, there are also a lot of fine wines, all of which he likes.

Therefore, such a slowly decaying day should not be too difficult.

Of course, it's best if you can have someone with you.

When the coffin was put in, Xu Zhenren stood aside and sprinkled spirits, and also waved a very wonderful Taoist sword dance to give him a funeral. He promised his best friend Sima Yan that he must protect Sima Yan's thoughtfulness. Now, it's complete.

There were tears in the corners of his eyes, but no one could see them in the midst of his extremely fast form.

The rain stopped and the wind rose.

The weather became very cold, the wind swept everything up, and the sky became clear.

The courteous official read a long eulogy, describing Sima Zhen's life with great ornate rhetoric, and praised everything he had, wise and heroic, even extremely intelligent. Of course, this is just a formality, a formality, and no one is really listening to it.

Sima Yue had already relieved himself, stood beside Yang Xianrong and asked in a low voice, "Have you made enough trouble?" ”

"What's the trouble?" Yang Xianrong looked at him, and then pointed to the group of Sima Zhen women behind him, one by one, who looked mournful and knelt down. Because before the huge stone beams of the tomb gate fell, the women were to be put in and fend for themselves. Only Yang Xianrong has such an identity, which requires a glass of poisoned wine, lying in the coffin and waiting for 7749 days to be buried with Sima Zhen. "Look, everyone is more obedient, and you can do whatever you want."

"This is the rule of Dajin." Sima Yue said viciously.

"So, did you say yes?" Yang Xianrong suddenly asked, "Anyway, the Book of the Emperor was hidden by me, if you don't agree, it will never see the light of day again, and it will return to dust with me, and the earth will return to the earth." ”

“…… I'll think about it again......" Sima Yue was still hesitating.

"And half a pillar of incense." Yang Xianrong smiled, his eyes were crooked and very good-looking.

The sacrificial wine is facing the sky three times, facing the earth three times, and three times in the direction of the ancestors and ancestors.

The whole ceremony is also extremely luxurious, and the ceremony is thorough.

Xu Zhenren stood under the tomb door and said nothing.

There were already several big palace maids who were waiting for Sima Zhen who planned to enter the tomb by themselves, and they walked forward slowly, and under the tomb door, they also bowed and bent down to Xu Zhenren to show their respect. But just as they were about to enter the tomb gate, a fire suddenly broke out again, very suddenly and very violently.

That's weird.

There is nothing here, only the entrance to the tomb made of stones, and even the beams are made of huge stones, how can it burn?

When everyone saw this, they were so frightened that they retreated. The palace maids were also retreating, but Sima Yue's personal soldiers drove them on.

Xu Zhenren also flew away from the entrance of the tomb and said loudly: "This must be because Emperor Daxing is unwilling to let them be buried!" Don't go in yet! ”

Everyone listened to Xu Zhenren's words, and the soldiers couldn't continue to drive people away, so they all had to stop.

The ladies of the palace retreated, and the flames slowly disappeared again, and there were only bursts of black smoke at the entrance of the tomb, but there was no trace of flames.

The wind blew, and there was not even a trace of it.

This is really amazing!

Unexpectedly, so many things happened in the burial, and everyone began to whisper again, and then it turned into a buzz. Some of the brave people had already come over to see what was going on. Even many young girls came over, and some held their children to see the excitement. After all, this kind of thing is not something that everyone can see.

The scene was a bit chaotic.

Xu Zhenren stood on a high place with a sword, and said loudly: "Emperor Xiaohui is merciful and doesn't want the people of the harem to be martyred." ”

"This is the rule of Dajin!" Sima Yue shouted as he pulled his neck.

"The emperor did not have a martyr." Xu Zhenren glanced at him, "The emperor was merciful, and he left a message at that time that there should be no such thing as a funeral." Why, is it going to be restored now? ”

"They did it voluntarily!" Sima Yue was still roaring.

"Then another one, as long as I can get in, I'll let it go." Xu Zhenren is really imposing, with the appearance of a fairy.

A big palace maid who cried the most fiercely stood up and walked to the entrance of the tomb by herself.

But it was also the moment she stepped in, the fire burned again, instantly burning her hair, which was also terrifying.

The other maids ran over and pulled her back, and immediately went to extinguish the fire on her head.

At this time, the fire at the entrance of the tomb was extinguished, and the black smoke was quickly blown away by the strong wind, and there was no trace.