Early in the morning, Ji Zijian sat on a tree and asked Wu Tianping, who was not far away: "Can you calculate what era this is the ancient tomb?"

"Young master, this kind of large-scale stone chamber tomb is at least before the Western Han Dynasty. Wu Tianping said excitedly: "Because in the middle of the Han Dynasty, many tombs have been changed into bricks and stones, not such primitive large stones. ”

"Tell the brothers to rest and dig again!" Listening to Wu Tianping's words, Ji Zijian was also a little excited, if some ancient artifacts could really be dug up inside, then his next plan would save a lot of trouble.

"Zhang Fei, let people go to Liu Zhuangzi's side to get some food and water. Ji Zijian stood up and looked around, this place is no better than other places, I don't know why I can't even see bird poop, let alone other wild food.

When Ji Zijian was in school in his hometown of Jindi, he saw a lot of dirt mountains hollowed out by the coal mining group, because the fault was dug underground, and the vegetation on the entire mountain was dying.

Ji Zijian jumped off the crypt, squatted on the ground and knocked on the stone slab, the sound was chaotic, indicating that the stone slab was very thick. I usually don't know much about archaeology, so I can only wait for the specific situation to be dug up.

However, the next development of events was completely beyond everyone's imagination, and the excavation continued until three days later, the area of the crypt had reached six or seven meters square, and it was not a problem for the group to live in it, but the stone slab still did not reach the edge.

According to Wu Tianping's calculations, this is the entrance of the tomb, yes, so far, there are only two possibilities, one is that the tomb under the foot is very large, so large that it is unimaginable, and the other is to find the wrong direction, the tomb is not here, it is equivalent to digging the mountain.

Wu Tianping swore that his calculations would never be wrong, and Ji Zijian had nothing to say. Then continue to dig, let Zhang Fei promise everyone a lot of benefits, and the excavation work continues.

According to Wu Tianping, this was originally a flat plain, and it was the latest change in topography that created this feng shui treasure.

Ji Zijian was confused, could it be that after this tomb was buried, there was an earthquake here? To wipe out a hill, how big an earthquake this was, there should be a record in history! There is a second possibility, that is, the tomb builders predicted the changes in heaven and earth hundreds or thousands of years ago?

This is even more incredible. Anyway, Ji Zijian, who has seen a lot of things in the past two years, still asked everyone to dig up some holes for the sake of insurance, so that even if there is any emergency, everyone will not line up one by one to squeeze out.

When the time came to the evening of the fifth day, not only did the excavation work make no progress, but after several nights of vigilance, not even a single ant was seen in the mountains and forests, and everyone slowly relaxed their vigilance.

In the barren mountains and mountains, Ji Zijian didn't dare to practice, so he could only sit and meditate and observe the mysterious qi practice map in the Yijing to pass the time.

Since the last time I found out that the gestures of the people on the Qi Cultivation Diagram would change and break through the transformation, not only the person's hand trick on the picture has become clearer, but Ji Zijian has worked hard and even can see some of his arms, but unfortunately the rest of the part is still blurry, and this feeling of peeping at the leopard in the tube makes Ji Zijian very powerless.

It's the same today, from dusk to late at night, after four or five hours of hard work, Ji Zijian is as clueless as the gravedigger.

A little irritable in his heart, Ji Zijian collected the work, settled down, came to the cave mouth and watched everyone dig unhurriedly with the iron pickaxe, and suddenly felt something, was surprised, and hurriedly said:

"Stop!"

Everyone was stunned and looked at Ji Zijian at the mouth of the cave in confusion.

"Did you hear anything?"

"No!" everyone shook their heads in unison. Ji Zijian motioned for everyone to stay out and listen carefully.

After a while, everyone's faces changed. The inside of the tomb rhythmically reminds me of the sound of a wooden fish "dong dong", and it sounds like the sound source is coming from far and near.

Zhang Fei, who was standing next to Ji Zijian outside, hurriedly gestured to the younger brother who was holding a knife inside, signaling them to come out first. Two or three younger brothers understood what the eldest brother meant, and pretended to listen to the situation while slowly moving towards the acupuncture point.

Then the low and distant sound suddenly changed, first with a loud "bang", and the originally rhythmic wooden fish sound became disordered, sometimes high and sometimes low, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, as if there was some kind of strange beat in the obscura.

With that loud noise, Ji Zijian's head seemed to have been hammered with a sledgehammer, and his body shook a few times.

Zhang Fei and Wu Tianping, who were standing beside him, fell to the ground in an instant, and blood overflowed from the corners of their mouths. The people in the tomb who did not have time to retreat were even more unbearable, because the space inside was closed, and the sound was more powerful than outside. Several people with poor physical fitness who were digging graves even bled on the spot, and looking at their distracted eyes, it should be that their ears were no longer perceptual.

"It's not good, this is the Buddhist Sutra of Death. Wu Tianping, who fell to the ground, got up after two or three seconds, he has the foundation to practice qi, since the last time Ji Zijian used his true qi to help him heal, and the efforts of the past few days, he has faintly touched the edge of the qi ruins, and his body is much stronger than Zhang Fei on the side.

"Take Zhang Fei away!" Ji Zijian didn't look back, and calmly instructed Wu Tianping. Then one dodged and jumped into the pit, holding a person in one hand, and threw it out of the hole with all his might, and the sound of the wooden fish became louder and louder.

Ji Zijian concentrated on the spot and summoned the natal spirit, and when the small green sapling surrounded his body, Ji Zijian's mind became much clearer, and he didn't have time to see whether he was alive or dead, so he grabbed someone and threw it out.

"Young master, leave them alone, let's go!" Ji Zijian heard the shout of Zhang Fei standing in the distance, and there was a trace of warmth in his heart.

The sound of the wooden fish seems to be closer, and it is even higher than the ordinary drum sound, and the terrible thing is that it is mixed with indescribable things, charming and spiritual, and hurts people's souls.

Ji Zijian thought a lot in an instant, involving the deeds that damaged the soul, nine times out of ten it was the power from the underworld, and the scene that came to mind in the past when he saw the white impermanence in the soul hooker, the bald head that leaked out of the hat and the green liquid of the substance that flowed out of their soul bodies as phantoms, Ji Zijian had goosebumps all over his body.

"Prepare explosives!" After spending several days in the wilderness, Ji Zijian's long and disheveled forehead hair became more and more unkempt, and blood spilled from the corners of his mouth and even his nostrils. Throwing out the last companion, Ji Zijian jumped out of the cave with difficulty, beckoning everyone outside who were scrambling to save their companions to retreat, and a dodge took a large bag of explosives from a young brother with a gun.

This explosive was originally reserved for blasting in tombs as a last resort.

Ji Zijian ignored everyone's shouting, endured the severe discomfort, ah-ah, screamed, that tragic expression, like a hero charging at the enemy's machine gun on TV, lit the fuse, threw it into the tomb, and then threw all the spare packs of explosives into it.

Muyu didn't stop talking, he was fine, and it should be too late to escape now, but how many of those companions who had been half-immortal for a long time could leave safely?

With a few dull rumbling sounds, a large cluster of red fire erupted from the mouth of the tomb, followed by thick black smoke.

The sound of the wooden fish finally stopped, and Ji Zijian didn't dare to heal his younger brothers, his eyes were fixed on the mouth of the tomb, and he gestured to the people behind him to retreat.

The people in the team who were originally lurking around were relatively far away and in better physical condition, supporting the wounded to retreat down the mountain.

Ji Zijian turned around and saw three corpses lying on the ground, these people had already lost their breath, their souls were separated from the corpses, they looked confused, not as conscious as Chen Yuanyuan, I don't know why.

They looked around, and then the three of them walked towards the tomb together.

Ji Zijian knew that he couldn't do it, but he was still unwilling, after all, he was so embarrassed when he brought his little brother out for the first time.

Taking a deep breath, a strong step rushed to the mouth of the tomb, the aura in his hand turned into a not very regular circle, covering the tomb, and the souls of the three people saw the rich vitality, instinctively retreated, standing in place and looking at themselves motionless.

"Take their bodies with you, don't stop, and return to Liu Zhuangzi along the same road. Ji Zijian coldly ordered to the stunned crowd not far away.

A few people from the crowd hurriedly carried the corpse, and did not dare to turn back, and went down the mountain.

The world returned to calm for a while, and Ji Zijian and the three ghosts looked at each other in the hazy moonlight, giving them goosebumps.

Seeing that the state of the three ghosts was still relatively stable, in order to pay attention to the swivel chair, Ji Zijian glanced towards the tomb, and the hairs of the hair were set up in a moment.

Because there was no compressible space, the explosives did not blow the slate apart, which was expected, but the slate burst open a crack about the width of a palm, through the crack, an old man in a black robe, his face and one of the sticking out of the hand were green spots, as if he had been corroded by some liquid.

Ji Zijian, who was already suffering from dense phobia, shouted: "Damn, are you a fucking human or a ghost?"

"Younger generations save me, I am Heavenly Master's uncle Yuan Shoucheng!"

The language was obscure, but Ji Zijian felt very cordial when he heard it. It turned out to be the dialect of my hometown.

Ji Zijian, who was about to smash a dragon in the face of the old man, seemed to be a little familiar when he heard Yuan Shoucheng's name, and suddenly remembered that the fortune teller who seemed to be the Dragon King of the Kengjing River in Journey to the West was called Yuan Shoucheng, where is this?

"How am I going to save you?"

Yuan Shoucheng's face was full of wrinkles and spots, and he glanced at Ji Zijian in despair, with a mocking expression of whether the are you blind, Lao Tzu was stuck in the slate and couldn't get out of what you said to save it.

Ji Zijian comprehended the essence from Yuan Shoucheng's eyes, but he didn't know how to start. If you free your hands, there is no doubt that the souls of the three brothers will not be protected, but Yuan Shoucheng is the legendary power, Yuan Tiangang's uncle!

Just after a few hesitations, the sound of the wooden fish sounded again, this time the sound became much crisper through the crack in the stone slab, and this crisp sound was also fatal to Ji Zijian, Ji Zijian's soul was shocked by the sound, and he fell into the tomb.

And the three souls outside the tomb were no longer blocked, and they entered the tomb lightly, without looking at Ji Zijian, and floated in along the crack in the stone slab.

"The junior is indecisive, I miss a big thing, my life is suspended!" Yuan Shoucheng was shocked by the sound of the wooden fish, and his reaction was even more unbearable than Ji Zijian's, and his hand, which was struggling to break the stone crack, lost his strength and fell into it in an instant.

"Shut the fuck up for me!" Ji Zijian, who was vibrated by the sound of the wooden fish, heard that the idiom of indecision was used on himself again, and burst into a foul mouth.

Yuan Shoucheng's description is exactly the same as the description that Chen Xiaoxiao used on herself, touching a sensitive nerve buried in the heart of Ji Zijian, who has always been bohemian.