Burning Agarwood Chapter 39.A Hundred Years of Relic
When they first entered the cave, the three of them stopped and immediately gathered into a simple three-talent formation, this is a Taoist sitting in the cave, and there is a Taoist system of the transcendent grandmaster, which rashly disturbed the rest of the grandmaster, but it was very bad!
It seems that this cave hidden in the cliff waterfall looks ordinary, the unpretentious stone wall is inlaid with a few huge night pearls and there is no extra decoration, and the road is used as a porch, polished to a crystal clear piece of rough stone.
The simpler it is, the more the three of them dare not relax, not to mention that disturbing the rest of the ancestors is a crime of disrespect, and the grandmasters and emperors who cultivated to a high status during their lifetimes have all set up many mechanisms in the mausoleum to prevent tomb robbers from ruining the peace of the dead, and the chain of organs is categorically not giving a way to live.
Therefore, the three of them were cautious, faintly forming an inverted triangle situation between each other, Dou Liancheng felt out a few strange-shaped tools, wrote and calculated what should be measured, squatted down, and pushed a solid iron ball into the passage, the three of them quickly hid, and if they couldn't make sure that ten thousand arrows were fired at the entrance, countless seven-step dragons poured out of the stone wall.
After waiting for a while, the iron ball hit the rough stone at the end with a clatter, and the three of them couldn't help but twist their hearts, ready to climb back to the top of the cliff if something happened.
After a full quarter of an hour, there was no response, Dou Liancheng looked around for a while, then took out a monocular clairvoyant and aimed at it, he let out a long breath, waved his hand and handed over the clairvoyant mirror and said: "Hey, the seniors in the cave didn't have a mechanism at all, I don't believe you." ”
"Songtaoju, please come in. Xiao Ningsu said softly, the corners of his mouth raised, this senior is also a wonderful person.
Despite this, the three of them still didn't dare to relax, at most the entrance of more than ten zhang moved slowly, Xiao Ningsu was curious about how the rough stone for the entrance was polished smoothly and clearly, shining her veiled face, which was unexpectedly not cold, but warm as jade.
Bypassing the entrance, the cave suddenly opened up, it turned out that this is a natural cave hidden in the belly of the mountain about forty or fifty zhang long and wide, dozens of hundreds of night pearls hang on the top of the cave, like a bright star, the cave is faintly sprinkled with a thin layer of light.
The cave is simple and pragmatic, only daily bedding, there are eight immortal tables and several chairs next to it, the books on the table are yellowed and broken, but a product is black with purple, and there is a strange fragrance, it should be red sandalwood good.
Xiao Ningsu sniffed the tip of his nose, no one had cleaned it for many years, and there was still only a slight smell of dust in the cave. Songtaoju, if she remembers correctly, a hundred years ago there was a great master in Jizhou who had been in the limelight for many years, yes, it was this person who built the Wufeng Taoist Temple, called himself Songtao Taoist, and cultivated to the peak of martial arts of the transcendent great master, it is said that it is a half-step comprehension of the method of cultivating immortals, in order to go to the next level, once he went to Taihua, he never returned.
It's wonderful, Xiao Ningsu spent one of the most dangerous nights in his life in Wufeng Guan, which can be regarded as inheriting an incense from the Songtao Taoist, but he didn't expect to stumble down today to find the place where the Songtao Taoist sits, and will inherit the Taoist's legacy, which can be said to be quite fateful.
The three of them walked to the end of the cave, a complete skeleton on the futon, facing the cold stone wall, thinking that this was the remains of Songtao Daoren.
exchanged glances with each other, the three of them were human spirits, more or less guessed the identity of the owner of the skeleton before his death, straightened his clothes, and bowed three times with a solemn expression.
Xiao Ningsu looked at the line of words engraved on the stone wall, and wrote: The old man's mortal martial arts have already reached the top, and he is determined to seek the immortal path to continue his wish for immortality, but the immortals do not cross, and the opportunity is not good. Shou Yuan will try his best to choose this Taihua Mountain clear water and beautiful treasure land, if you can't find the immortal Tao, after death buried in the mountains of the immortal family, it is also a great pleasure. In the future, if a kid has the opportunity to come to the old man's cave, he should take the secret treasures for himself, and don't touch the old man's bones. Remember that the road ahead is always your own creation, don't follow the rules, and follow the trend. Next: Songtao Taoist.
Xiao Ning was a little silent, and immediately perked up, she had King Su in her hand, and everything was split with a sword, so many troubles.
Dou Liancheng at the table of the Eight Immortals exclaimed in a low voice: "'Pine and Cypress Listening to the Waves'! Could this be the secret of the Songtao Taoist in Jizhou back then?
Suppressing the surprise in his heart, Dou Liancheng trembled his hands slightly, opened the secret notes on the table, and opened a page with dozens of characters that almost disappeared to attract his mind, Feng Lei picked up the travelogue in his big hand, and read it fascinated.
Xiao Ningsu walked around, and there was a jade whisk on the red sandalwood bed, but unfortunately the dust fell to the ground cleanly, only the dull and dusty handle remained, and some dark rags should be left by the Taoist robe and crown clothes.
"Huh?" Xiao Ningsu saw a dark peach wood sword hidden in the rags, and with a flick of his bare hand, he held the peach wood sword and looked at it.
The peachwood sword is heavy in the hand, painted with complicated lines, and the dark color is the true color, not because it is contaminated with dust. In the early years, Songtao Taoist was a Taoist priest of Wufeng Temple, and often went down the mountain to ward off evil spirits and catch ghosts, and prayed for blessings and disasters. All the swords used were wooden swords made of lightning-struck peachwood, which were like sunshine melting snow to the ghosts.
I thought that although King Su was invincible to mortal things, I didn't know if he was powerless to deal with formless ghosts and demons. Xiao Ningsu was not polite, he directly picked up the peachwood sword, bowed, separated a bundle of sword belts, and tied it behind him.
Seeing that Dou Feng and the others were concentrating on understanding the secrets, Xiao Ning didn't want to disturb, and opened the side cabinet of the red sandalwood bed, in which there were many scrolls.
Picked a smaller painting axis, Xiao Ningsu spread his hands, the extremely tough canvas unfolded, the painting is not anything else, it is the "pine and cypress column" on the top of the cliff, different from the cypress tree under the cypress There is an old man in a cyan robe, presumably it is a self-painting of the Songtao Taoist.
Two or three scrolls of paintings were spread out one after another, and the paintings were not pine and cypress lush, or fishermen fishing, and there was also a picture of a small city of cars and horses, all of which gave people a sense of tranquility outside the world, and the heart of the view was peaceful, and the people were quiet.
Xiao Ningsu put away the painting scroll, and made up her mind to want these pine picture scrolls, she didn't care about the so-called exercises secrets, she relied on the roadside stalls with 300 texts for the first time to get a glimpse of the way of the sword, and then it was all talent to realize the way of the little grandmaster, so she would not learn a secret book that stopped at the great grandmaster! She wants to become an immortal! Not to be a mortal master!
In the end, the three of them got together and found four books of exercise secrets, "Pine and Cypress Listening to the Waves", "Pine Travels", "Summary of Evil Spirits", "Wufeng Stargazing" and the six scrolls of the picture scroll. One thunderbolt peachwood sword, one Xuanqing sword, and two purple gold bells. There are three catties of dark iron, a stargazing divination and exorcism equipment, and more than 100 night pearls.
The most contribution on this trip was actually Dou Liancheng's leading the way, but he insisted that Xiao Ningsu pick it first, of course Xiao Ningsu would not be polite, and took away the "Summary of Evil Spirits" and the attached exorcism equipment, six picture scrolls, and the peach wood sword was already on his body.
Dou Liancheng chose "Pine and Cypress Listening to the Waves", a purple gold bell, and three catties of black iron. Feng Lei scratched his head and only took the "Songtao Travels", and the rest of the Xuanqing Sword and Purple Gold Bell all claimed to entrust it to Dou Liancheng, and after returning to Luyi, they would exchange it for the same treasure to him.
The three of them divided the night pearl equally, the fist-sized night pearl was full of saddlebags, and it was roughly estimated to be worth 10,000 gold, which was enough for the three of them to live without worrying about money.
Before leaving, the three of them bowed respectfully to the Songtao Taoist who had turned into white bones for a hundred years, and climbed back to the top of the cliff with a lot of harvest and left.