Dafeng Night Watchman

Chapter 461: Chapter 461 Exploring the Tomb of the Former Emperor



Xu Qi'an took Hengyuan back to Xu's house, and ordered the servants to clean the guest room and take the master to stay.

Hengyuan's staying at Xu's house was undoubtedly a huge guarantee for Xu Qi'an and the Xu family. There was the Saint of Tianzong, the little black man from Southern Xinjiang, and a monk who hid the relic.

The guard force of Xu's house was actually terrifyingly high, much stronger than most of the palaces of princes and nobles.

Hengyuan put his hands together and said, "Sorry to bother you."

After that, he followed the servant to the outer courtyard.

Although he was a monk, he was a man after all, and it was not convenient for him to live in the inner courtyard, where there were too many women.

Under the guidance of the servant, Hengyuan entered a secluded room on the edge.

He did not think this was a neglect at all, but was pleased with Xu Qi'an's thoughtfulness. Hengyuan needed a quiet enough room for him to recite scriptures in the morning and evening classes.

After simply cleaning the room, Hengyuan put his hands together and thanked the servant.. After the servants left, he was about to close the door and meditate, when he suddenly saw a little head sticking out of the door, with black eyes looking at him innocently, with a bit of curiosity.

Hengyuan smiled and said gently: "Little donor."

He knew this girl, she was Xu Qian'an's younger sister, and Hengyuan had been to Xu's house several times.

"Are you going to live in my house too?" Xu Lingyin asked.

"Sorry to bother you." Hengyuan looked apologetic.

Xu Lingyin stepped over the threshold, took out a piece of cake that was about to break from her pocket, raised her face, and offered it with both hands: "Here you go."

What a sensible and kind child... Hengyuan smiled with emotion, took the cake and stuffed it into his mouth, feeling that the taste was a bit strange.

Xu Lingyin ran out happily, and soon she ran in with a wilted orchid in her hand, with soil on its roots.

Hengyuan looked at the girl in confusion, thinking that after sending cakes, flowers were also sent. Lord Xu's younger sister was too enthusiastic and sensible.

Xu Lingyin frowned and said distressedly:

"I was playing outside just now and knocked over my mother's favorite flowers. I'm going to be beaten again. Uncle? Just say that you knocked it over, okay? You are a guest? My mother won't beat you."

Hengyuan said helplessly: "Monks don't tell lies."

Xu Lingyin looked up with a puzzled look: "What do you mean?"

Hengyuan explained gently: "You can't lie."

Xu Lingyin was about to cry and said: "Then give me back the cakes? I hid them in my shoes for three days? I couldn't bear to eat them..."

.......Hengyuan was stunned.

Back in the study, Huaiqing and Li Miaozhen were still waiting. The two outstanding beauties with different appearances sat quietly. The atmosphere was not solemn, but not relaxed.

Seeing Xu Qi'an crossing the threshold, Huai Qing's reaction was even greater than Li Miaozhen's. She stood up quickly and greeted him with her skirt fluttering.

She suddenly stopped in front of Xu Qi'an, staring at him with her autumn-water eyes, and tried her best to control the stability of her voice:

"Who is it?"

"Not him." Xu Qi'an shook his head, paused for a few seconds, and added in a low voice: "It's him."

Two answers, two him, corresponding to two portraits.

Huai Qing's face suddenly froze, and her beautiful face turned pale uncontrollably. The blood color faded a little bit, and she seemed unable to accept this fact. A huge dizziness came over her, and her body swayed and she was about to fall.

Xu Qi'an embraced her waist with his arms and sighed: "Your Highness, I'm sorry..."

"I'm fine, I'm fine..." Huai Qing pushed a few times, leaned softly on his shoulder, and her shoulders trembled.

Xu Qi'an wanted to hold the beauty in his arms tightly, but considering that she was not Lin'an, he just hugged her lightly, lending his solid chest and broad shoulders to the eldest

princess.

Li Miaozhen, who didn't know the truth, was stunned, thinking, what do you want to do...what do you want to do in front of me?

This process did not last long. After Huaiqing cried a little, she quickly suppressed her emotions, left Xu Qi'an's arms, and whispered: "I lost my composure."

Li Miaozhen asked, "What's going on?"

Xu Qi'an glanced at Huaiqing, and seeing that she didn't object, he explained to the Saint of Tianzong: "The one under the dragon vein is not the head of Dizong, but the late emperor."

The late emperor?!

Li Miaozhen's face was instantly stagnant. She slowly opened her mouth and widened her beautiful eyes. Xu Qi'an's words echoed repeatedly in her mind. After a long time, she heard herself muttering: "How is it possible!" "It is the late emperor who is really obsessed with immortality. I find it hard to believe, but the fact may be so." Xu Qi'an sighed again. The late emperor's physical condition was not good. Although he was faking his death, the diagnosis of the Sitianjian sorcerer was not wrong, that is, the late emperor was addicted to women and his body was hollowed out. This point is also clearly recorded in history books. The few words "Joan of Arc loves women" explain everything. He knows his own body best, so the late emperor has a desire for cultivation and immortality. But because of the rule that those who are blessed with luck cannot be immortal, he can only suppress this desire in his heart. Until the head of the Dizong Dao came to the capital, some secrets that outsiders did not know must have happened, which changed the late emperor's understanding and made him see the possibility of immortality. Li Miaozhen took a long time to digest the news, and refuted it repeatedly:

"Impossible, the late emperor was not a disciple of Taoism, and the late emperor was not even a warrior, and the existence you saw in the underground dragon vein was so powerful that it made you tremble."

Huaiqing's eyes were slightly red, and he took a deep breath:

"There is no causal relationship between the two. The late emperor was an ordinary person, but it does not mean that he was not talented. Among the members of the royal family, any prince who is qualified to compete for the throne will marry a concubine early and expand the royal family. Because whether or not there is an heir is one of the important criteria for competing for the position of the crown prince.

"Even if the prince is obsessed with martial arts, it will cause disgust from the emperor and the officials. If you are obsessed with martial arts, how can you have the energy to handle government affairs. Father... He has been obsessed with practicing Taoism for twenty years, and the court and the public have been criticized. This is the best example."

This sentence means that if you want to be an emperor, you have to give up practicing, after all, people have their limits.

The late emperor chose the throne, but that doesn't mean he doesn't have talent.

In the past twenty years, he has been like a borer, sucking the blood and blood from the

people of Dafeng. Even if it was a pig, with so many resources, it would have become the

Marshal of Tianpeng.

What's more, according to the current situation, the late emperor's talent is not weak.

Li Miaozhen was speechless for a moment. She didn't know what she thought of. She was shocked and said in a lost voice: "Where is the body of the King of Zhenbei?!"

Xu Qian'an and Huaiqing looked at each other, not understanding why she was so excited: "What's wrong?"

The body of the Zhenbei King was torn into pieces, and he was dead as hell. In the Chuzhou case, no one cared about how to deal with the body of a prince.

The Saint of Tianzong slowly stood up, swept the two people with a very horrified look, and

said:

"One Qi becomes three pure, one becomes three, three becomes one, as long as the three clones are not completely killed, they will not die. What died was only the blood accumulated

over the years, and only one-third of the soul."

Xu Qian'an and Huaiqing's faces changed drastically.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Sangpo, the rebuilt Yongzhen Mountain and River Temple.

Yuan Jing, wearing a black-based, gold-embroidered brocade robe, stood with his hands behind his back in front of the statue of the founding emperor, squinting his eyes and looking

at him.

He was already over fifty, but with his ruddy face, black hair, and upright posture, he looked no more than forty years old.

"Gaozu, you established the Dafeng Dynasty, condensed the Central Plains' luck, and promoted to the first rank. At the peak, even the Wushen Cult had to accept defeat. " "Wu Zong, you overthrew the corrupt lineage, won the recognition of Confucianism, ascended the throne and became the emperor, and advanced to the first rank. After that, Confucianism flourished, and even Buddhism had to retreat to the Western Regions. " "Dafeng was founded for 600 years, and except for the two of you, there are no more first- rank warriors. But no matter how powerful you were in your lifetime, and how powerful you were, after a hundred years, you will eventually be a handful of yellow earth. "Emperor Yuan

Jing looked calm and said firmly:

"And I will become the first immortal emperor of Dafeng, soon, very soon..."

The territory of the capital, Fulong Mountains.

Looking down from the sky, the Fulong Mountains are like a sleeping dragon lying on the

ground. This mountain is beautiful and condenses the power of the earth veins. It is the best Feng Shui treasure land in the territory of the capital.

About three hundred years ago, the emperor of that generation built a mausoleum here. In the following three hundred years, six emperors were buried in the Fulong Mountains. Therefore, the imperial mausoleum here is also called "Six Mausoleums of Feng".

The previous emperor was also buried Here.

A group of four secretly sneaked into the imperial mausoleum, and with the Sitianjian and

Confucian magic, they avoided the "defense line" of the vulgar warriors, passed through the buildings outside the imperial mausoleum, entered the mountain, and stopped outside the tomb of the previous emperor.

They came here to do the final verification.

As the king of a country, it is not so easy to fake death. The whole court, the civil and military officials, the imperial doctors, and the Sitianjian will do some confirmation. Since the previous emperor was sent to the coffin, he was indeed dead at least at that time.

What happened, we have to go down to the tomb to find out.

Outside the mausoleum, Xu Qian'an tore off a page of Confucian magic and said to the three

beauties: "Hold me."

Zhong Li hugged him obediently from behind, Huaiqing and Li Miaozhen glanced at him and put their hands on his shoulders.

Is Senior Sister Zhong still the most obedient? Huaiqing and Miaozhen have strong personalities... Xu Qian'an muttered in his heart, without pausing, burning the paper with his

Qi, chanting:

"We are not outside the mausoleum, but inside the mausoleum gate."

The paper burned out, and the faint light enveloped the four people and disappeared.

Zhong Li sacrificed a magic weapon made of night pearls, which emitted a clear and bright glow, illuminating the dark interior of the mausoleum.

Li Miaozhen looked back and found that the four of them had only passed through the mausoleum gate and did not go deep into the mausoleum. She couldn't help but frowned and said, "Why don't you just say that you are in the main tomb?"

Using Confucian magic to only enter one door, is it too wasteful? Although they couldn't open the door openly, and it was even more impossible to spend time

digging a tunnel, Xu Qi'an could teleport directly to the main tomb.

Xu Qi'an said resentfully, "You don't love me at all."

Li Miaozhen: "???"

She quickly realized that Confucian magic would have to bear backlash, and the backlash

effect of the magic would be very light if it only passed through a door.

If you teleport directly to the main tomb, you will pass through various mechanisms in the middle, and the difficulty on the way will be returned to the caster through backlash. Zhong Li led the charge and said, "There are twelve major mechanisms, seventy-two minor mechanisms, and nine formations in the tomb of the late emperor........ She introduced them in detail. Everyone, follow me and don't walk around."

The imperial tomb was planned and supervised by the Sitianjian. Zhong Li was the disciple of

the supervisor and was qualified to view the supervision drawings of the tomb of the late

emperor.

"We will be in more danger if we follow her..."

Li Miaozhen questioned in a low voice.

Xu Qi'an waved his hand: "It's okay, just follow her, there will be no accidents."

He put the jade pendant given by the supervisor into the fragment of the earth book. Now Xu

Qi'an, the son of the plane buff is fully activated, enough to offset the bad luck brought by the

prophet.

All the way was safe. Under the leadership of Zhong Li, they successfully avoided the mechanisms and cracked the formations. The four finally arrived at the main tomb.

The main tomb's gate was two tall stone doors, tightly closed. Xu Qi'an stopped and his mouth twitched slightly.

"What's wrong?" Li Miaozhen looked back at him. Nothing, just like I have ancient tomb stress disorder.........Xu Qian'an relieved his inner emotions by complaining. The emperor's body can't possibly return to the ancient tomb.

I hope I don't have the bad luck aura that the corpse will rise after the coffin is opened......

He took a deep breath, pressed the stone door with both palms, and pushed the stone door open with force.

The warrior's crisis instinct has no warning! Xu Qian'an breathed a sigh of relief and entered the main tomb first.

Zhong Li held the night pearl in the palm of his hand, and the clear and bright light

illuminated the main tomb, the pillars, clay figurines, utensils and other burial objects.

Xu Qian'an looked at the center of the main tomb, with a black jade base and a huge coffin made of sandalwood and wrapped with white jade.

Putting both palms on the coffin, waiting for a moment, confirming that the strong intuition

had no warning, Xu Qian'an breathed a sigh of relief and slowly pushed the coffin open. Inside the coffin was a normal-sized sandalwood coffin.

After opening the coffin lid, as Zhong Li approached, the scene inside the coffin came into Xu Qian'an's eyes. In the coffin covered with yellow silk, there lay a withered skeleton.

Li Miaozhen walked to the coffin and examined the withered skeleton. The information about

the late emperor that she had collected before leaving came to her mind, and she said, "The height is similar."

She looked at the pubic bone again and said, "A man."

This, there are bones in the coffin, which means that the late emperor really entered the coffin

at the beginning, rather than pretending to die? Li Miaozhen frowned.

The scene before them was not what they expected. In their speculation, the late emperor first

pretended to die and was buried, and then quietly opened the coffin and got up. "Give me the night-shining pearl."

Huaiqing reached out and took the lighting instrument from Zhong Li's palm. She did not shy

away from the poisonous smell in the coffin. She leaned over slightly and carefully examined

the corpse of the late emperor. After a long time, she showed a look of sudden realization:

"He is not the late emperor."

Xu Qi'an touched his chin: "What is your basis?"

According to the collected information, the late emperor was a person with healthy limbs and

no defects in bones. This corpse is also healthy.

In this world lacking advanced equipment and unable to detect DNA, it is almost impossible

for Xu Qi'an to identify the identity with just one look. Huaiqing held the night-shining pearl with a complicated expression and explained: "His hand and foot bones are relatively long, longer than ordinary people. He is a eunuch... Eunuchs are castrated when they are young. When they grow up, their bodies will be different

from normal men and taller, but the proportions of their hands and feet will be slightly deformed and longer than normal men."

Xu Qi'an took a closer look and found that the arm bones of this corpse were indeed longer.

What is the principle? Well, you are worthy of being the top female student in Dafeng...

Although I have a lot of knowledge about autopsies, there were no eunuchs in my time... Xu Qian'an whispered: "So, there is nothing to doubt now." The king of a country has good luck, and it is impossible for an outsider to take over his body,

unless the person who takes over his body is also the emperor. In other words, the existence

under the dragon vein cannot be the head of the earth sect who is wearing the clothes of the previous emperor.

Now, it has been proved that the bones of the previous emperor are fake, so it is a foregone conclusion that the previous emperor is the mastermind behind the scenes. Huaiqing did not answer, and said a little lonely: "Let's go."

Xu Qian'an sighed, Yuan Jing is no longer Yuan Jing, maybe there was an accident during the

autumn hunt in Nanyuan that year, or it may be that he was replaced when he suddenly practiced Taoism 20 years ago.

They don't know the specific operation method yet, but the conclusion is in front of them.

Outside Yandu.

The ground was blasted with gun craters, emitting green smoke, and the bodies of soldiers

were lying on the ground, with blood seeping into the dark soil.

Nangong Qianrou leaned over and grabbed a handful of hot soil, and deep red blood flowed

from her fingers.

His armor was no longer bright, his face was no longer fair and delicate, and his body was

covered with knife wounds and sword scars.

Wei Yuan's words before he left flashed through his mind: If you don't want to retreat within

three days, then the final deadline is six days. On the sixth day, you must leave no matter

what.

Today is the sixth day.