Maoling is the imperial tomb of Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty in the Western Han Dynasty.

Seeking historical records, from the ancestor of the first emperor of the dragon, the two Han Dynasty, Wei and Jin, Tang, Song, Yuan, Ming, and Qing emperors' tombs, there are basically not many well-preserved.

These imperial tombs were either stolen and excavated by feudal towns, such as the Zhaoling Tomb of Tang Taizong who was harmed by Zhu Wen; or excavated by the rebellious army, such as the tombs of the emperors of the Western Han Dynasty who were harmed by the Red Mei Army; or were committed by the demon monk bald donkey with evil magic, such as the Jiangnan monk appointed by Meng Yuan, and the disciple of the demon monk Ba Sipa, Yang Lian Zhenjia, built the Zhennan Pagoda with ox bones and horse dung mixed with tantric evil spells, and under the tower is the six emperors of the Southern Song Dynasty who fell into great luck.

There are also those that have to carry out rescue archaeological excavations due to political factors, such as the Ming Tombs and the Qing Eastern Tombs. Speaking of tomb robbery expert Sun Dianying, he didn't do a few good things in his life, and it was a rare act of righteousness to archaeology the tombs of Qianlong and Cixi.

Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty's mausoleum, it took 35 years before it was completed, but Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty was buried only a few years later, there were Hu Shang holding the jade book box and jade staff buried in the tomb in Chang'an to sell, when Emperor Xuan of the Han Dynasty, from Shangdang County found the gold and miscellaneous scriptures of the Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty buried with the 30 volumes. It can be seen that those tomb robbers have been paying attention to Maoling for a day, and in order to cover up their shame, there is simply a rumor that Emperor Wu has succeeded in cultivating and his body is gone.

To track down the Jade Han Immortal Sutra that descended to the Han Palace during the Yuan Feng period and disappeared after the Jiang Chong Witch Gu case, to be honest, Wei Ye didn't have any good methods. Time has passed, how can it be counted as these three hundred years, even if Wei Ye wants to use the space-time observation authority, but there are adventurers to interfere with this timeline, just like Schrödinger's cat, full of variables, want to get effective information from it, I don't know how many causal law common points to burn.

All the way here, Wei Ye certainly has no interest in touching the golden hair hill, but since this place is not far from the tomb of Emperor Wu Mao, it is not a way to investigate one or two and hit a big luck.

The woodcutter who showed the way recommended the old shop of the Wang family on the side of the post road leading directly to Chang'an outside the city, but although Wei Ye and Sima Ling were not bad off on the way to the outing, they were really tired of camping all day long, so they directly picked a quieter inn in the county town and stayed first.

The choice of the house is the beginning and end of Sima Ling, and he picked the small building behind this guest house, facing the back garden of a big mansion opposite by the window. At this moment, it is early summer, although there are only some small grass flowers in the garden, but the apricots in the garden are as green as beans, and they look quite wild.

However, Sima Ling chose this small building, and the little maid in the guest house didn't say anything, but the look on his face was strange. Wei Ye saw it in his eyes, and didn't ask much, but only sent the servants to clear out all the bedding and bamboo mats in the guest house. Anyway, the bedding and sleeping bag, Wei Ye has ready-made ones in his sleeve bag, and he doesn't need the things in this inn - who knows if there are fleas, lice, and bedbugs on it.

It will be a few years before you talk about lice, but at this moment, fleas, lice, and bed bugs are still rampant everywhere. Let the adventurer go to the battlefield to fight, probably no one who is more experienced will frown, but this lice and flea are much more threatening to everyone than swords, guns and halberds.

After sending these unrelated people to walk, Wei Ye used the Dongyang Sword Zhu to burn the whole room.

Regardless of alchemy and fighting methods, cooking, heating, igniting fire, lighting, and now even insecticide and disinfection are handled by Dongyang Jianzhu. The immortals who passed down the Taiping Sutra at the beginning, if they saw Wei Ye, who was also regarded as the true transmission of the Taiping Sutra, abused the Taiping Sutra spell so much, maybe he would have the mind to cut him with a sword.

Other places are easy to dispose of, soft and breathable bedding, good mats made of dragon whisker straw, how can you sleep well with these. However, the little mute's accommodation had to be carefully arranged.

There is no way, although Wei Ye doesn't say it, he knows it very well in his heart. The ghosts and gods in the gate are looking for little mutes, and if they don't take precautions and isolate the ghosts and gods from peeping, I'm afraid that Wei Ye will be busy keeping vigil overnight.

So during the period when the sun was about to go west, the little mute followed Wei Ye's drawing, holding a charcoal pen, and honestly drawing grids on the ground. Each grid also has to fill in the real names of various ghosts, gods and monsters, which is really not an easy job.

Wei Ye stood aside and helped point out the omissions: "Ziri is called the Shejun, the rat is also called the god, the bat is also called, the ugly day is called the scholar, and the cow is also ...... Before the world's spirits take on human form, they all transform according to the day and time of the twelve earthly branches, so the real names of the twenty-four types of spirits in the twelve earthly branches are arranged first, and then the real names of various demons and evil spirits are arranged, so that there is no fear of missing anything. ”

The little mute looked up at Wei Ye and nodded seriously, Wei Ye unfolded the bamboo slip terminal, and compared it with the little mute's handwriting according to the information, and then put his mind at ease.

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The willow tops on the moon, no one meet after dusk.

The immortal warlock sat cross-legged in front of the window, with a bottle of Shaoxing yellow in front of him, and flipped through the bamboo slip terminal in his hand by the moonlight.

In a small county like Huaili County, the nightlife is naturally not as rich as that of Luoyang. In the middle of the night, the small county town is even quieter, only the full moon casts a pale glimmer, so that the old trees and houses around are mixed with shadows, and it looks unreal.

Under such a moonlight, there was something faintly spreading in the darkness outside the window.

"Let's go, help Ah Luo plan the wedding!"

Something seemed to be shouting in the shadows.

The shadows that crawled under the courtyard walls, in the stone slabs, and in the cracks of the trees all came alive with this low cry.

A shrill children's voice followed and sang:

"We're going to see the bride! we're going to see Miss Arlo!"

Accompanied by this sharp children's voice, out of the gap out of nowhere, the yellow-haired house rats that were only the size of fingernails appeared, and they jumped and continued to sing in that kind of sharp children's voice: "We want to see the bride! We want to see Miss Aluo! Grandpa and Grandpa, Grandpa Whitebeard, you want to help Miss Aluo pick a good day and an auspicious day, can you take us with you?"

Followed by a cough like an old man, a mouse with gray hair slowly came out of the crack in the stone on the side of the road like a human with a small wooden stick, and landed on the ground with the small wooden stick: "Don't make any noise, follow Ah Gong." Watch out for that thirty-year-old cat in the street grocery store!"

The little house mice cheered and hugged the gray-haired rats and walked out of the city. They were followed by a thick darkness, faintly visible oxcarts the size of broad beans, toothpick-like flags, and short maids no more than two feet tall with their heads wrapped in green cloth, all looming in the dark shadows.

As the small and fragmented team of monsters gradually moved away, a little bit of green and white phosphorus fire floated.

According to normal terms, phosphorus fire comes from the phenomenon of oxygen combustion of white phosphorus that decomposes underground. But these phosphorus fires chased the little monsters who were far away as if they were conscious. In the midst of the phosphorus fire, there was a tall man, uncrowned and untied, walking slowly forward. However, he couldn't see his face clearly, and he could only see his loose hair hanging down to cover his head and face, hanging down to his feet. The whole thing looks like a moving oversized wig.

Beside this man, there stood a tall and thin man, his blue face looking as if he had just recovered from a long illness. It's just that the upper and lower teeth are constantly biting and opening, like a humanoid moving nut clip.

Behind this pair of strange-looking figures, there is a sliding rod, and the four sedan chair drivers who carry the sliding rod are all wearing white linen longevity clothes, and their faces are covered with white cloth and brocade. These palanquins, dressed as if they had buried the dead, silently carried the sliding rod and walked forward, on which sat a fat man with a fat head and big ears, wearing a bronze crown and a cloud-patterned yellow robe, looking like a rich man from nowhere.

The fat man sat on the sliding pole, burping constantly, and still beckoning to the pair of weirdos in front of him: "Mao Eighteen, Mu Laojiu, slow down." One of you is only willing to eat cured meat, but the other is only willing to eat fresh meat, and when you go to Miss Aluo's wedding, won't you make a mess! But let Miss Aluo complain that we don't pay attention to etiquette, why is this so bothering? It's better to go to have a cup with my brother and me first, whether you want fresh meat or cured meat, it's all my brother's mine!"

Behind these noisy weirdos was a wizened, bald old man with a castanets, dressed in a robe on his left side, like a bald donkey from India. He tapped the castanets lightly with his long, thin fingers and sang a little song in Sanskrit in a low voice. Wei Ye carefully distinguished, only to realize that he was singing a Buddhist verse of Tianzhu Tantra:

"The bride's menstrual blood is the smell of the nectar of the Buddhas,

The bridegroom's yang essence is the smell of the nectar of the Buddhas,

The boy's brain is the smell of the nectar of the Buddhas,

The girl's bone marrow is the smell of the nectar of the Buddhas,

The heart of a strong man is the smell of the nectar of the Buddhas,

The tongue of the wise man is the nectar of the Buddhas.

Anything against me is a great sin of blaspheming the Buddha,

Peel off his human skin and add majesty to me!"

Behind the old bald donkey, there was a mixture of evil spirits, and you could faintly see big blue feet with long black and iron nails and miserable white foot bones looming in it. Among them, there was also a pair of women's shoes as red as blood, which suddenly stopped, revealing the figure of the owner of the women's shoes from the heavy evil veil.

It was a short and stocky old woman, with countless ups and downs on her face, and she was wearing a bright red jacket, like the most common kind of little old lady in the country. However, she carried a load of goods, on which were placed the head flowers, hairpins, copper hairpins and silver hairpins, as well as jade bracelets, beads, hair bands, lipsticks for the mouth, lead powder for dressing the face, and blue and daisy stones for thrushes.

There was also a marionette, but it was the skeleton of a baby, restlessly climbing up and down the load.

The old woman stopped and shouted to the corner of Wei Ye's small downstairs: "The second uncle of the Sang family, what are you crying here? A Luo lady is going to remarry the groom, and the neighbors of the hundreds of miles have gone to help, and the second uncle of the Sang family will also come together?"

The old woman was answered by a hoarse old man's voice: "Grandma, it's not that the old man refuses to come, it's really that the old man's house was set on fire by a fierce robber, and hundreds of locks have been changed at the door, and there is nowhere to go." ”