In order to solve the disaster, Wang Dashi is naturally willing to take risks; Feng Yousheng is bent on cracking the disaster of the burial sect and getting a prize, and he takes the lead, and he is willing to take the lead; Dafuyou does not believe that it is such an evil door, is fearless, volunteers, and does not take the curse of ghosts in his eyes at all; Dafuzuo feels more mysterious and incredible, and is focused on cracking it.

The four people of the local faction coincide, so naturally they will not let go, and how many people can screw the right of Dafu and the wind wandering monks?

Daifuku Zuo took a step forward directly, thought thoroughly about the before and after entering the tomb and the candidates, and said, "We should go to the ancient tomb and find out." First, let's make adequate preparations before leaving; second, when we get to the ancient tomb, we will listen to your call and tendency; third, we are a group, the master has high moves, excellent martial arts skills, there are proficient in the world's famous Feng Youyou, Ouyang Langzhong, and you who specialize in the funeral industry, there is no difficulty in going, no big deal. ”

Dafuku couldn't hold back anymore and said: "It's really unlucky! In my opinion, then, the tomb designed by the chief of the mountain road is like a dung pit, kicking it down, it's a big deal that there is some dung sticking to the foot, but there is nothing to be afraid of, I don't believe that there is any ghost curse! Besides, we are alone, we are not married and have no children, if we fall into the ghost curse or something, what dead son and dead daughter, it has nothing to do with me!"

The wind wandering monk was disgusted when he heard it: "Hey, Dafu right, this is in the burial faction, not our amusement garden, can you say something good!"

"Okay? Hehe, it's really hard to say, let me say something good? That ancient tomb is like a cold steamed bun, peeled layer after layer, and suddenly a meat D appeared in the center, and suddenly it turned out to be a meat bun?"

Feng Yousheng smiled and said: "Dafu right, do you know what the taboo of the ancient tomb is? You, you are poor-mouthed, you say that the tomb is a dung pit, and the steamed buns are buns, hehe, be careful that you are cursed, so that your eyes are sore, and your buttocks are maggots! The worst curse is to stick your mouth and make your mouth hurt and bleed!"

There are many kinds of sayings in the folk, especially some ancient tombs, tombs, etc., there are taboos, insults and blasphemy, will provoke unlucky things, and even include the door, well, stove, tree in front of the door, mountains and temples outside...... These are psychic, and you can't do nothing and make irresponsible remarks, otherwise there will be big disasters and small disasters.

Dafu's right heart was a little trembling, and he wanted to fight back against the wind wandering monk, or he was insulted, but he still held it back at the moment.

The burial faction lot is everywhere, and Daifuku is afraid of offending the ghosts and evils, and wants to say something good, but suddenly feels that his mouth can't open.

"This, this, good chicken, it's really hard, it's really spiritual! Could it be that you really offended some ghost god?"

Daifuku thought so in his heart, opened his mouth to say, I don't know if he was afraid or if there was really a ghost in the dark, and when he finally opened his mouth, his tongue was cushioned, and a mouthful of blood came out of his mouth. When the group was surprised, they realized that it was he who bit his tongue.

The humiliation of the wind wandering monk is no worse than that of Dafu Youyou, and he wanted to humiliate him a long time ago, so he calmed the anger in his heart and said: "Retribution, retribution! Your mouth is like a cold pig's fart when it is closed, and it is like a boiled river mussel in hot water when it is opened, it should have been sealed a long time ago!"

Dafu You really didn't know if it was his own carelessness, or the instructions of the ghosts in the dark, he panicked in his heart, didn't dare to say more, and let the wind wandering monk humiliate and enjoy it.

At this time, Mr. Nanyang stroked his long beard and said, "The people of the Sword Casting Gang and the Medicine Shop have been exploring outside, and it is the hardest work not to send food and accommodation according to the burial. You are really sorry that you have come to the burial faction, as the host, but you can't protect your safety! This time you have entered the dangerous twilight again, and nothing will happen, but if there is the slightest mistake, I will not be able to explain it to you!"

After saying this, the Fengyou monk laughed and said: "The Sword Casting Gang has ill intentions, and they have nothing to do outside all day, and when they have nothing to do, they are poor and happy with pythons, so they don't eat in the burial faction and don't live in the burial faction, that's because the noble faction is noble, and they are afraid of being contaminated with the bad luck of the burial faction and the disaster! Mr. Nanyang is naturally too worried!"

The Wind Wandering Monk is insightful in everything, and what he said will never be wrong!

Daifuku right and Daifuku left nodded yes again and again.

Mr. Nanyang didn't say anything, just sighed, even so, he felt ashamed of others, after all, Lin Zhenxia, the swordsmith Xing, died because he went to the burial sect to solve the disaster.

Wang Dashi clenched his fists at this time and said: "Mr. Nanyang, time should not wait for a long time, I have made up my mind, if it is a tiger's den, I will definitely break through, if I don't go deep into the ancient tomb, it is useless to guess here—— Mr. Nanyang regards death as home, and your sister is young and beautiful, you don't think about yourself, but you also think about your only relative!"

Nanyang Xiaolian beside Mr. Nanyang was already crying.

"Hey-" Mr. Nanyang sighed deeply at this time: "Hey-since you have such a heart for my burial faction, it is better to be respectful than to obey your fate, get ready today, and set off with me early tomorrow morning!"

At this time, the people of the Sword Forge Gang and the Medicine Shop had already arrived, and they were all happy to hear that they were going to infiltrate the tomb in person, and they all went back to make adequate preparations, and the next morning, they all set out together.

There are the Sword Casting Gang, the Medicine Shop, the Native School, the Old Man of Muqiu and others, among which Dongfang Qingluo and Wen Qingqing are not among them.

After a day and a half of marching, I came to the foot of the Tomb Mountain, here, sparsely populated, close to the foot of the mountain, there are some houses, thatched rafters, empty, look at the scales and rows up, it can be seen that the people were boiling at that time, but for some reason, or what disaster happened, gradually abandoned.

The house is old and dilapidated. Near the foot of the mountain, there are three empty houses, where the group can rest, and the clay stove and rope bed, although there are no sheets, there is a place to settle at night, which is also a great gift from God.

Mr. Nanyang used the compass to locate and explore the armor, and found the ancient tomb buried in the deep mountains, 100 meters below. Early the next morning, I came to the ancient tomb where the chief of the Changshan Road was set up.

There were many people who came, but there were not many people who really went down to the tomb, first Mr. Nanyang and Nanyang Xiaolian from the burial faction, then the four people from the local faction and Ouyang Langzhong from the medicine shop. Although the old man Muqiu was old, he had strong bones, and he insisted on following him down to the ancient tomb, and the other people were waiting outside the tomb.

The ancient tomb of that year could not withstand the age and the toss of the tomb robbery, it was dilapidated, and the passages were all over the place, and several people chose a passage with a smaller hole and slowly walked in.

The ancient tomb was stolen to the end, that is, the body in the coffin was gone, and the round coffin that Nanyang Guigong personally cut off the iron chain and opened it has been hanging on the top of the tomb like Mount Tai.

The tomb road leads to the bottom, is a flat palace-like setting, the four walls are rammed with stones, so big that people can not imagine, with the burning fire, there is no end in sight. As soon as Wang Dashi was in the ancient tomb, he suddenly felt a slight chill from the piece of jade that had been hidden on his body.

Every time this Jueyu encounters a place with heavy yin qi or encounters a ghost, it will become ice-like.

In the center of the dungeon is a sneaking pool structure, in which nine coffins are placed side by side, and the burials in the coffins are all washed, the coffins are cracked, and the corpses inside are nowhere to be seen.

The coffin hanging in the middle of the underground palace weighed as much as a thousand pounds, and was hung by a thick chain.

According to the records, when Nanyang Guigong jumped on the hanging coffin, opened the lid of the coffin and took away the night pearl, there was a corpse in the round coffin, in addition to a corpse, there was a coiled golden-scaled python.

Wang Dashi jumped up and called the lid of the coffin to find out, but was stopped by Mr. Nanyang.

Mr. Nanyang said: "The trip to the ancient tomb involves life and death, and we must be cautious every step of the way. ”

As he spoke, Mr. Nanyang raised the fire and looked around, and the white bones in the stall must have been killed by the mechanism set up by the chief of the long mountain with the intention of opening the coffin lid.

Mr. Nanyang and Nanyang Xiaolian looked carefully towards the top of the hanging coffin, the iron chain of the hanging coffin knocked on the top of the underground palace, and a huge disc-like thing was placed on the top, the disc was like a compass, and there were stones on it.

After a while, Nanyang Xiaolian handed the sword in his hand to his brother, Mr. Nanyang aimed at the thick chain, threw the sword over, and a white light flashed in the air, just as the sword was only close to the hanging coffin, a stone weighing more than a hundred loads fell on the underground palace.

The stone blocked the blade of the flying sword unswayingly.

At this moment, Mr. Nanyang flew up, flashed from the edge of the stone with a "brush", stretched out his hand, and snatched the sword from under the stone.

The same place where the stones fell was where the pile of bones was piled up. Mr. Nanyang immediately raised his legs and pushed the stone violently, the stone was huge, it didn't move at all, and smashed straight on the white bones on the ground, when he landed, he felt that the underground palace shook suddenly, and the stone rolled down the slope of the ground in front of him, and he didn't know where it rolled to. The top of the dungeon rolled down as the stones fell to the ground, and at this time, another stone filled the gap.

It can actually drive such a large boulder, I don't know how the chief of the mountain road set up such a mechanism.