Immortality: Start Cultivating Immortality From Pingshan Mountain

Chapter 130 The female ghost in red is boiling in the cauldron

 “Are you going to the true palace?”

The guy just finished speaking.

A clear map structure suddenly appeared in Chen Yulou's mind.

Although this main hall is called Lingyun Palace and Huixian Hall, it is actually the Minglou Baoding of the Xianwang Tomb.

 According to the regulations, the palace has two entrances, the front hall is the bright hall, and the back hall is the sleeping palace.

However, King Xian's behavior is strange, and he has no rules and regulations, which makes it difficult for people to figure out.

If you rely solely on past experience to fight back, you will definitely fall into his trap.

But when you reason against it, you will find that the tomb here is extremely consistent with the shape of Feng Shui and the way of burial scriptures.

 It can only be said that this person is a bit rebellious.

The apse that Miss Hong and her party went to should have been, but it was not a bedroom, but had been converted into a sacrificial hall.

 If I remember correctly, it was called Shangzhendian.

The most astonishing thing among them is the six-legged bronze tripod in the forest of steles.

There is danger hidden in it.

 Worried that something might happen to her.

Chen Yulou did not dare to delay and waved his hand immediately.

 “Let’s go and have a look.”

"good!"

Several people quickly turned around from the throne, followed the man, and went straight to the apse.

 “Senior brother…”

Just as Partridge Whistle was about to catch up, a weak voice suddenly came from behind.

 He subconsciously turned around and looked at his junior sister.

 The flower spirit who had fallen on the spot looked indescribably pale at this moment.

 See the situation.

 He couldn't help but feel a sinking feeling in his heart.

 Worried that she was ill.

 After all, after setting off from the camp early in the morning, there was almost no rest along the way.

 Go into the water, kill monsters, and climb mountains.

 They don’t care.

However, Hua Ling's body has been weak since she was a child, and this place is inherently weird, so it is not impossible for her to be invaded by wind evil.

Thinking of this, Partridge Whistle was worried and at the same time couldn't help but feel a little self-blame in his heart.

　　He was busy fighting backwards but ignored her.

 “What’s wrong? Are you feeling uncomfortable?”

Facing his worried eyes, Hua Ling opened her mouth, but hesitated when the words came to her lips.

 A smile appeared on his face and he shook his head.

 “No…nothing.”

 “Are you really okay?”

Partridge Whistle is still a little worried.

Hua Ling has been with him since he was a child. To him, he is both a teacher and a brother.

It's just that even though he is a world-famous leader who can move mountains, he has no idea what the little girl is thinking. He is completely confused.

 Can’t tell the difference right now.

 Is she feeling uncomfortable or has something else on her mind?

“It’s true, senior brother, if you don’t go, Brother Chen and the others will disappear without a trace.”

"This... Hua Ling, if something happens, you must tell your senior brother."

"I know, senior brother, go quickly, I'm not a child anymore."

Feeling the familiar girl, Partridge Whistle secretly breathed a sigh of relief, no longer hesitated, and quickly caught up with the group of figures in front of him.

 Hua Ling did not follow immediately.

Instead, he turned sideways and his beautiful eyes fell on the calm old man wearing a python robe in the mural.

exactly.

 It is on the golden crown on his head.

The golden crown is obviously imitated from the style of the pre-Qin crown. However, as a county in the Qin Dynasty, King Xian still knew himself and did not use the emperor's twelve-pointed crown, but the prince's seven-pointed high mountain crown.

 It’s just that even the senior brother didn’t notice it.

Under the seven crowns, there is a jade bead faintly embedded.

 Like the human eye.

 The style is clearly the same as the Muchen Bead.

Hua Ling also discovered it accidentally. The moment she saw it, she felt like her heart was trembling.

The Zagrama clan has been fighting for it for generations.

 She had not thought about it at all.

You will actually see it on the Xianwang Mianqi.

But this matter was of great importance, and she had never seen Muchen Pearl before. When she was very young, she secretly entered the ancestral temple and read it once in an ancient book left by her ancestors.

 So, she was not sure for a while.

 But the strange palpitations she had felt these past few days made her unable to help but feel a sense of hope.

I called my senior brother to stop because I also wanted to ask him a question.

 But she was also worried that if the forms were just similar, it would make her senior brother happy in vain.

 Over the years, she couldn't remember how many times she had seen disappointment from her senior brother.

 Leave with confidence every time.

result…

 But it was hit again and again.

She was extremely sad and had to protect her and the old foreigner's senior brother. One can imagine how much suffering he suffered in his heart.

It is precisely because I think of these.

 So, when her senior brother asked just now, she still hesitated at the last moment.

 “Flower spirit?”

 Take a few steps in a row.

 I noticed that she didn't seem to be following.

Partridge Whistle stopped again and looked back, just in time to see the little girl's fingers interlaced, gently touching her eyebrows, her eyes slightly closed.

 He couldn't help but have a strange look in his eyes.

That is a gesture that the Zagrama people use when praying.

 “Here we come, brother.”

Hua Ling responded with a smile.

 She was just praying for the blessings of her ancestors, and it had to be true.

 If we can find the Muchen Bead.

Then they...and future tribesmen will no longer have to suffer the pain of ghost curses.

 His eyes finally glanced at the eye-shaped bead.

 Then, he walked quickly towards his senior brother.

The two of them walked through a short corridor filled with inscriptions.

From a distance, I could see Chen Yulou and his party standing scattered among the forest of steles.

Looking up, you can see that the Shangzhen Hall is no smaller than the front hall, with countless stone tablets erected densely.

 In addition, there are eight mural walls.

 Deployed in the form of Nine Palaces and Bagua.

.

 From cultural economy to national war.

  It is like a historical work of the ancient Dian Kingdom.

 “Senior brother, Yelang Kingdom…”

 Suddenly, Hua Ling pointed to a painted wall and said slightly surprised.

The Partridge Whistle who was looking at the inscription subconsciously turned around and looked at the majestic scroll.

 It clearly depicts two wars.

 One is the ancient Dian Kingdom and the Yelang Kingdom.

They are both barbarians from the southwest.

 Border border.

 There were constant wars between the two small countries.

"It really is."

The reason why we are interested in this small country is because when we were in Pingshan, if Chen Yulou hadn't dissuaded us, the three brothers and sister almost went to the tomb of King Yelang. As for the remaining battle, it was the massacre of the barbarians from Zhelong Mountain.

 The records in the picture scroll are almost the same as their previous guesses.

Partridge Whistle let out a heavy breath and stopped looking. He called Hua Ling, and the two of them passed through the forest of steles and soon arrived at the center of the hall.

 By a few wind lanterns.

 I saw an extremely amazing ancient bronze tripod standing in front of me.

 It is nearly ten feet tall.

There is a tripod lid on the top, six legs on the bottom, and bronze rings with animal ears on both sides.

There are still obvious scratch marks on the copper ring.

It seems to be a rope, hanging from the bottom of the mountain or the top of the mountain.

It’s hard to imagine how those barbarians did all this thousands of years ago.

but…

Partridge Whistle has traveled far and wide in recent years.

 While crossing the Yangtze River, I once saw the hanging coffin in Bingshu Baojian Gorge in Xiling.

At that time, they were on the ship and looked up. On the cliffs dozens of feet high, there were coffins one after another. The earliest ones could even be traced back to the pre-Qin era.

I heard from boatmen that they are not only found in Xiling, but also in Wushan, Bawu, and Bellows.

 He was extremely puzzled at first.

—

 Later I heard from the boatman.

Hang coffins are a unique custom of the Ba people.

With the help of a suspension mechanism on the top of the mountain, it is slowly lowered and then lowered into the cave.

Now it seems that this bronze tripod, as well as the beams, stone tablets and bronze figures in the temple, may have been transported in a similar way.

As for the six legs of the bronze cauldron, they are six half-kneeling unicorn beasts.

The whole body is knotted and covered with scales. It looks up to the sky and roars. It looks lifelike and gives people a feeling of vigor and weight.

  But I don’t know why.

Such a big cauldron with such a strong breath was painted completely black.

 Mingles with the surrounding black fog.

If you don’t look carefully, you will almost ignore it.

“Brother Chen, is this a sacrificial tripod?”

Partridge Whistle asked thoughtfully in a low voice.

This Shangzhen Palace is clearly in the shape of a sacrificial hall.

The ancient tripod stands here, most likely for the purpose of offering sacrifices, but I don’t know whether it is the **** enshrined by Heaven, Sheji or Dian Kingdom.

The only thing is impossible.

 It was used by later generations to offer sacrifices to the king.

From the perspective of the whole journey, the old man Xian Wang was determined to become an immortal and completely cut off his escape route.

"yes."

Chen Yulou sneered and nodded.

This is not only a sacrificial cauldron, but there are mountains of dead bodies in the cauldron.

　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　When speaking.

He even glanced at the roof of Minglou without moving his expression.

Yu Guangli. A touch of scarlet blood, fluttering back and forth in the black mist, like a ghost.

From the moment he stepped into this place, he noticed a vague and strange aura.

 At first, he thought he was an innocent soul in the cauldron, and he died without being angry.

 Until I caught a glimpse of the red shadow.

He suddenly woke up.

At that time, the tribesmen in Zhelong Mountain, including their clan leaders, great witches, demons and hags, were all decapitated by him. Their bodies were put into the cauldron, cooked and offered to heaven, and their heads were hung on the dome.

I saw it with Mr. Long Moye in the back mountain of Maluzhai that day.

 Almost exactly the same.

“Brother Taoist, do you think boiling corpses in cauldrons and ghosts on top of beams can lead to immortality?”

 Withdraw your gaze.

Chen Yulou stared at the six amazing Qilin beasts and suddenly smiled meaningfully.

 Having been together for so long, Partridge Whistle knows him very well.

 Perception of the implication in his words.

 The eyebrows instantly surged with murderous intent.

 Hand has already touched the mirror umbrella behind him.

There was a calm expression on his face, "In Yang's opinion, this kind of behavior is no different from the underworld and purgatory, and has nothing to do with the word immortal..."

“Hahaha, I think so. The house is full of evil spirits and ghosts. No matter how fairy-like the palace is, it will not be able to cover up the deathly aura inside.”

 Hear his words.

Chen Yulou couldn't help but sneered.

 At the moment when the word "Taotian" fell.

 His quiet night eyes revealed a fierce murderous intention.

 “Do it!”

 Almost instantly.

 The two people, one on the left and one on the right, had already jumped up.

Partridge Whistle slapped his chest, and there was a sound of armored equipment falling from underneath him, and then two rays of cold light shot out from under the Taoist robe.

That was actually two hooks.

 The two copper rings wrapped around the ancient bronze tripod in front of him.

 The whole person flew up and landed heavily on the lid of the cauldron.

The moment he landed on the ground, the umbrella in his hand opened with a bang.

 The curved umbrella leaves are horizontal in the air, as if to separate the dome from the ground.

the other side.

Chen Yulou stepped on the stone tablet next to him, like a feather rising into the sky.

While he was still in mid-air, he had already pulled out the Dragon Scale Sword with his backhand. The demonic aura surged in the sword body, and cold light splashed everywhere. Without even looking, he slashed towards the top of the palace with one sword.

This scene happened too fast and too suddenly.

 So much so that Kunlun, Hua Ling, Hong girl and others beside him didn't know what was going on.

 Just subconsciously looked up.

His eyes followed the cold light of the sword energy until it reached the top of the Ming Tower.

 That place was shrouded in black mist.

 Hardly much to see.

 But at this moment, I can see it at a glance.

On the beam, there is clearly a woman in red wearing a robe with long sleeves sitting.

 The face was obscured by mist.

 Only a long skirt and a pair of pale legs could be seen, gently swaying in the air.

 The long skirt is as scarlet as blood.

　　　But my legs are extremely white.

 Putting the two colors together, the difference is even more obvious.

　　It gives people an indescribable and eerie feeling.

  Feeling the terrifying sword intent coming from the sky below him.

The woman in red seemed to have finally come to her senses.

 The shaking feet stopped.

 No more action.

The red skirt suddenly floated up, barely able to avoid the sword light.

 The sharp sword energy slashed into the beams of the room.

Only a bang was heard, and a huge hole was instantly opened on the roof of Minglou.

at the same time.

A burst of eerie laughter followed.

 His laughter is as cold as ice, but also as cunning as a fox.

 Sounds extremely penetrating.

 (End of this chapter)