Tomb Robbery: Successor to the King, starting in Yunnan Worm Valley

Chapter 489 Lingxing Gate

Although the cave is bright, it looks quite gloomy, with a faint coldness, as if it is in the underworld.

At the end of the cave, there is a very tall stone wall.

There is a door in the stone wall.

It is inlaid with many copper mushroom nails.

A bit like the copper nails on the Meridian Gate of the Forbidden City.

It's just that the gate of the Forbidden City is vermilion, but the gate here is black.

Wang Ye knew at a glance that the copper nails on it were the stars in the sky arranged according to the numbers of nine vertical and horizontal, ten dark palace lattice stars and shining stars.

It's just that the corresponding star is not the good star, but the Ling star, which represents death and decay.

There are also some statues made of stone and clay in front of the tomb door.

Looking from a distance, it looks like an ancient yellow turban warrior, a hero on duty.

They are not very kind-looking. Each one of them has a sinister look on their face and a fierce look. They really look like gatekeepers.

At this time, Yao Meier in the team cried and said, "Brother Wang Ye, when are we going to go in? There are a lot of tail dogs behind us. If we don't go in quickly, we might be in trouble."

After Wang Ye heard this, he looked back.

Sure enough, under the light of the Kirin-locked dragon lantern, many strange figures appeared vaguely behind everyone.

They are all those weird "corpse fairies" I saw before.

These things are intangible and have no quality, which makes people feel scared when they look at them.

"Hurry up and enter the door in front."

Wang Ye said quickly.

Fatty King Hu Bayi and the two men took the lead and rushed towards the tomb door, trying to open it.

When I walked to the tomb gate, I saw that there were really three big characters on the top of the gate.

Lingxingmen.

It has to be said that this depressing name made Wang Ye, who knew the Tianxing Feng Shui technique, feel uncomfortable and panicked.

Wang Ye, Hu Bayi, Fatty Wang and others put their hands on the Lingxing door and began to push the door desperately.

With Wang Ye here, opening a door should be a very simple matter.

As a result, Wang Ye actually used all his strength to push open a gap about two feet wide.

This door! It's so damn heavy.

It feels like two cast iron doors.

Wang Ye took a closer look and found that this thing was actually carved from the fossil of a thousand-year-old iron tree.

The weight of this thing is really not much lighter than real cast iron.

Moreover, iron tree fossils do not rust and are even stronger than cast iron.

Good guy, this thing is not a common thing.

Thousand-year-old iron trees are not common in themselves, and fossils are even harder to find.

It's just such a big door. I wonder if Feng Shigu moved it from some other ancient tomb.

According to Feng Shigu's usual style, this is really a possibility.

After entering behind the Iron Tree Fossil Gate, Wang Ye quickly took a look at Zhou's environment.

What is obvious here is not the ancient witchcraft cultural style, nor the style of the Qin and Han Dynasties, but the typical Ming Dynasty style.

This must have been built by Feng Shigu himself.

Exquisite, but not so original and vigorous.

They are all made of arc-shaped roofs made of fine blue bricks.

The height is also just over two meters.

A tall person can reach the top of the tomb passage with his hand.

There are also neat brick walls on both sides of the tomb passage, with oil lamps on the brick walls.

However, the oil lamp has long since run out of oil and has dried up, and cannot be lit. At this moment, Wang Ye saw Professor Sun rushing in front of the oil lamps that had dried up long ago.

Hu Bayi and Fatty Wang had long disliked Professor Sun and had been staring at the old man. When they saw Professor Sun actually reaching out to dig out the oil sludge inside the oil lamp, they thought Professor Sun was up to something weird and wanted to harm someone.

Hu Bayi and Fatty Wang immediately rushed forward, one on the left and one on the right, like two guardians, holding Professor Sun back.

Professor Sun was so frightened that he kicked his legs and shouted, "Don't stop me, don't stop me, this putty is useful, it can block those corpse fairies outside!"

Wang Ye frowned.

"Can sludge block ghosts? What kind of sludge are these?"

Professor Sun said anxiously, "The sludge and ointment in these oil lamps are made by mixing sun-roasted fire oil, black dog's blood, and a woman's geranium."

According to ancient wisdom, these were very unclean things.

Black dog blood and geranium are all things that break spells.

Even an immortal who has become a true immortal will lose the ability to soar and change if he is splashed with black dog blood or geranium.

As for other monsters, after being stained by these things, they were completely frightened and unable to change or move at all.

There is even a saying that Tiankui plus black dog blood can ward off thunder.

It is said that old bats, white-haired mice, weasels and other things that have become spirits in the past will be looking for something hard at the last moment when they are facing a catastrophe.

It's called lightning riding cloth.

This thing is quite evil.

Riding cloth is the ancient version of living towel.

When a woman in ancient times was menstruating, she didn't have a napkin to use like today.

You can only use different fabrics to cover the ugliness and absorb the geranium.

The only difference is the material.

The poorer families use cheesecloth or even linen, the more sophisticated ones use fine gauze and fine cotton, and the more sophisticated ones use silk, satin and the like.

These things are called riding cloth.

Unless they belong to a wealthy family, most women's riding cloths are not disposable.

After each use, you must wash it carefully. Once it is clean, you have to expose it outside to the sun.

Although ancient people did not know about disinfection and sterilization, they also knew that exposure to the sun could reduce diseases and infections.

It doesn't matter in winter, but when the sun is shining in summer, there is a possibility of thunderstorms in the afternoon.

Sometimes by chance, lightning will strike on the riding cloth.

It is said that Thunder God is also afraid of this thing.

Even the thunder god has to walk around the riding cloth that has been struck by lightning. It might get stained, reveal its original shape, fall to the mortal world, and be regarded as a monster by ignorant villagers.

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This kind of riding cloth that has been struck by lightning is called lightning riding cloth.

For humans, this thing is of no use at all.

And because it was struck by lightning, it was burnt and felt very bad, so most people were reluctant to use it.

Most are simply thrown away.

But for those practicing immortals, those mice, bats, weasels, hedgehogs and the like, a piece of lightning riding cloth can be regarded as a family heirloom.

The biggest reason is that this thing can block thunder.

When the thunder disaster comes, the immortals who have obtained the lightning riding cloth will hold the cloth with their hands and hold it on their heads.

When the thunder comes down, it automatically retreats, and no matter how hard it strikes, it cannot hit the riding cloth.

The Xian family who hid under the lightning riding cloth naturally escaped the thunder disaster.

Although this is an opportunistic way to overcome tribulation, cultivating immortality is inherently contrary to nature.

Since they are all against the will of heaven, it is not a shame to deceive, force, or deceive, each showing his or her own special powers.

(End of this chapter)