Under one person: I, Zhang Zhiwei, the arrogant Zhang

Zhang Zhiwei came all the way to the southeast corner of the imperial mausoleum, looking at the square entrance leading to the imperial mausoleum, he was thoughtful.

When he received Xin Yuan's distress signal, he was actually very surprised. Xin Yuan was born from his soul. Although he does not have a physical body, his sexual cultivation is not much different from his.

Even if he was later burned back to before liberation with the real fire of samadhi, after such a long period of cultivation, he has recovered a lot, and it should have about 70% of his 'sexual' cultivation.

With this kind of strength, there should be few opponents in the interior scene. Zhang Zhiwei felt a little unbelievable that he turned the boat over. He has always known his own strength.

Nowadays, many people are obsessed with the superiority brought about by surgery, and seldom have the heart to polish their lives, and those old seniors are the same, so for most foreigners, it is not that the older they are, the stronger they are, the more powerful they are. The most important thing is to look at the means.

The person who sneaked up on him from the interior scene before was a good example. He had a mediocre life and only had the courage to act fiercely in front of him by relying on a strange skill.

It was precisely because of this that he was relieved that the ape went out to hunt and kill, but he did not expect that the national teacher would never return.

"It seems that the guy named Shanqi, besides being able to walk in the interior, also has some very powerful means? Could it be a means like Juling dispatching generals that can absolutely suppress the soul and body?"

Zhang Zhiwei made some guesses in his heart.

But he is not afraid, his soul and body are integrated, and the purely targeted and life-threatening methods are greatly discounted in front of him.

Unless it can destroy his life in one fell swoop.

And this kind of person is in the legend!

Zhang Zhiwei walked in calmly, and there was a wide and long passage inside, leading deeply to the bottom. Two rows of small lamps were lit on both sides of the passage, made of bronze. The sleeve of one hand was tucked over the lampshade.

The Changxin Palace Lantern is a Han lantern with a perfect design. The oil enters from the bottom and the smoke flows from the sleeves. It can burn for a long time. There are many such lanterns in the Tianshi Mansion, and they are still left from the generation of the ancestor Tianshi. It has a history of nearly two thousand years, and they are all cultural relics.

Among them, the two lamps in the Dashangqing Palace and the Hall of Immortals are said to have been burning for thousands of years and have never been extinguished. Zhang Zhiwei once wondered what kind of lamp oil can burn for so long. Is it the fat of the legendary East China Sea sharks or something.

As a result, after some investigation, it was discovered that the reason why it can last for thousands of years is because there is a super large lamp oil tank under the lamp, and Taoist priests refuel regularly, so it never goes out.

Zhang Zhiwei looked at the lights on both sides of the aisle, and found some subtle situations. He took a big breath forward, and the airflow set off a gust of wind, but the resulting situations were different.

The light in front of him flickered quickly, but after two breaths, the other light flickered, and then the light behind him flickered after a while...

"The changes caused by the airflow blowing through the channel are different, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, which means that the flow rate of time in this channel is different, that is, the solar terms are chaotic, a natural qi pattern, which makes people hard to guard against, no wonder there is no People are guarding here!"

Zhang Zhiwei held his breath and sensed the chaotic solar terms in front of him. If he wanted to pass through, he had two choices. One was to stimulate his own solar terms to set things right and open up a path, and the other was to find the rules.

"If it is a man-made qi pattern, it is very difficult to find the law, but this is a natural qi pattern born from the dragon vein itself, and the law should not be difficult to find!"

Zhang Zhiwei closed his eyes, sat high on the spiritual platform, spread his thoughts out, and felt it carefully, and found that a seemingly invisible wind blew past the back of his head, winding and flowing in the Qi Bureau.

He also sensed what Feng Baobao and Wu Gensheng could sense. Zhang Zhiwei followed this feeling and walked in the passage.

As he walked, he looked around. There were some strangely shaped stone statues erected on both sides of the passage, which should be the divine way of the imperial mausoleum!

The so-called Shinto actually means the same thing as ghost way, which is the way to the grave. The ancients said, "A path is opened in front of the tomb, and stone pillars are built as a mark, which is called the divine way."

In the eyes of the ancients, once you set foot on the road leading to the tomb, you will walk in the darkness. The stone men and horses on both sides of the Shinto are the followers of the tomb owner.

The end of the Shinto is often the Yin Temple leading to the sacrifice of the tomb owner.

Zhang Zhiwei walked swaggeringly in the Shinto, sometimes going straight, sometimes meandering, as he went deeper, murals began to appear on both sides of the Shinto,

The paintings on the murals are not unicorns and phoenixes, but wild beasts in ordinary mountains and forests, such as wild boars, pheasants, etc. If these murals appear in other places, it will undoubtedly give people a delicate feeling, but this is the imperial mausoleum. , it is somewhat nondescript.

However, Zhang Zhiwei was not surprised. This imperial mausoleum was built in the early Qing Dynasty. At that time, the cultural level of the Qing Dynasty was generally not high. It was already very rare to be able to make this one.

You must know that the name "Nurhachi" was transliterated from the name of the emperor who laid the foundation of the Manchu Qing Dynasty. If it is a free translation, it means "wild boar skin".

Later, "Dorgon" was translated to mean "badger".

"Duoduo" translates to "placenta".

"Azige" translates into Chinese as "Old Pimple"!

Who the hell named their son Placenta?

The names of these elder brothers are all virtuous, and the names of other princes and nobles are even more difficult to be elegant.

For example, Beile Yuetuo, whose name means "fool", and General Shitku, whose name is "kid who diapers".

Therefore, in this imperial tomb, Zhang Zhiwei would not be surprised even if he saw something nondescript.

Go straight along the Shinto, and there is a big and wide door in front of you, which is half-closed and not closed.

"Did the Japanese pirates open it, or was it not closed in the first place?"

Zhang Zhiwei took a look and found that the door was quite complete, without any signs of violence breaking open, and even the door itself had no bolts or sealing paint, which meant that the imperial mausoleum was not sealed at all.

"This imperial mausoleum is built on the dragon's veins. It should be regarded as the foundation of the Aixinjueluo clan's fortune and rise. If I remember correctly, shopkeeper Liu once said that many generations of emperors in the Manchu and Qing Dynasties have repaired this place!"

Zhang Zhiwei pushed the door and entered. As soon as he entered, he saw sculptures on both sides of the stairs. These sculptures were not like mighty soldiers like the Terracotta Army, but a group of eunuchs kneeling to pay their respects.

The painted paintings on their bodies are very well preserved, even the details on the characters are perfect, and even the flattering look can be seen at a glance, so they can be seen at a glance that they are eunuchs.

Zhang Zhiwei glanced at it and continued along the passage.

On the way, you can occasionally see scattered corpses, most of them are soldiers wearing Japanese pirate uniforms, with different appearances, and it seems that they have been dead for some time.

Zhang Zhiwei reckoned that when he first came here, he didn't follow the rules and died in the qi bureau!

Continue along the Shinto path, and you can see some tombs on the way, which are not coffins, but some tea, special animal skins, pottery pots and the like.

When the ancients designed their own tombs, they often buried some things that the tomb owner liked during his lifetime. When Nurhachi was a child, the ethnic group often did business with Daming.

Because of the lack of gold and silver, the barter is usually used for barter. A piece of wild boar skin can be exchanged for nearly two catties of tea.

Tea was very expensive at that time, and most people could not afford to drink it. It can be seen that the name Nurhachi symbolizes wealth, at least it is much better than placenta.

Zhang Zhiwei walked according to the trajectory of solar terms, all the way to the place where Xinyuan sent the distress signal. He was not curious about those tombs.

However, when he approached a certain area, he was still taken aback, because the scene there caught him off guard.

I saw some square tunnels ahead, and rows of corpses lay in disorder, giving people a strong sense of depression.

Over the years, Zhang Zhiwei had killed many people, but this was the first time he had seen so many dead people.

"The burial pit?"

Zhang Zhiwei looked around blankly. Most of the dead people inside were wearing labor clothes.

He guessed that these should be the workers who repaired the imperial tomb. Everything in the imperial tomb, especially the rules of the Qi Bureau, is the most important thing, and it is impossible for them to take it out.

So after the imperial mausoleum was built, they should be buried directly.

Zhang Zhiwei continued to move forward. In fact, when he came, he discussed this with Lu Jin and others.

At that time, Lu Jin said that it would take a lot of effort to build an imperial mausoleum in Changbai Mountain, and it would definitely consume a huge amount of manpower and material resources. Logically speaking, this matter should have been widely circulated, but why is it rarely heard of?

At that time, he said that he might be buried as a martyr, but he didn't expect it to be a prophecy. He had expected this kind of thing, but it was shallow on paper, and it was far less impactful than seeing it with his own eyes.

Continuing to move forward, there are two more burial pits on the left and right sides, but unlike the previous one where the corpses were placed randomly, these two burial pits are very regular.

The pit was full of soldiers wearing Daming armor. They knelt on the left and right sides, neatly forming two large square formations.

He walked in the middle, as if he was accepting the worship of these Ming soldiers.

"Like terracotta warriors or horses or dead people?" Zhang Zhiwei touched it with golden light, and concluded that it was not terracotta warriors and horses, but dead people that had been specially treated and dried, so the corpses did not turn into bones.

Then, he discovered that many of these two phalanxes of dead people had only one head, and the lower body of the head was made of paper.

"The head of a living person, the body made of paper!"

Zhang Zhiwei thought of a possibility. In ancient times, the calculation of military exploits was based on the enemy's head. These may be the Ming army on the battlefield. They were cut off by the Qing army, and their bodies were made of paper. After that, come to make funerary objects.

The implication is to conquer them life after life, and even after death, they must always bow down to themselves.

"It seems that the grievances are deep!"

Zhang Zhiwei said something to himself, ignored these things, and continued to move forward.

There are still many sacrificial pits in front, and there are even sacrificial concubines in them.

He was not interested in this, and he did not stop all the way, passing one tomb after another until he came to a huge screen wall.

The screen wall is usually built in front of the gate to block the sight of passers-by. According to geomancy, it is also a feng shui wall to gather the feng shui of the residence.

Zhaobi is not uncommon. It can be seen in the Forbidden City of the Imperial Palace, the other palaces of the Royal Garden, and even in the streets and alleys of the capital.

But such a huge one is rare. The screen wall in front of it is more than five meters high, straight to the top of the tomb, gilded on it, and more than ten meters wide, directly separating this sacred path.

And on the screen wall, there is a painting, a painter with a very high level, painted on it a towering sky dyed red with blood, Jiang Tao running around, with a rich and unparalleled smell of blood.

This is a battlefield, and it is the cruelest ancient battlefield. The densely packed elites are like waves and dark clouds, besieging a city, with swords and guns like forests, and the dense murderous intent has covered the world with a thick layer of clouds.

A work so beautiful that it makes people want to cry, the violence, killing, death...

The painter's pen melted into one furnace, making Zhang Zhiwei clearly feel the murderous intent and bloody aura on the battlefield.

This was the most shocking thing Zhang Zhiwei had seen since he entered the tomb. He looked at the writing under the screen wall, on which were written the four characters Fan Wencheng.

"It turned out to be drawn by this person, no wonder there is such a charm!"

Zhang Zhiwei sighed in admiration, walked around the screen wall, and entered it.

According to the order of Shinto and Zhaobi, he has now stepped into the Yin Temple where the coffin is enshrined.

As soon as he entered, a strong smell of blood came to his nostrils.

On the ground behind the screen wall, there are corpses in all directions, maybe fifty, maybe a hundred, or even more, like a slaughterhouse in hell.

The sticky red crawled slowly, as if buckets of red paint had been poured on it, leaving wanton splashes of red on the ground, like ink dripping on paper.

Zhang Zhiwei glanced at these corpses. Judging from their clothes, most of these corpses were Japanese pirates. They should have died not long ago, and some were still steaming.

As for the state of death of the corpse...

It gave Zhang Zhiwei a very unfriendly feeling. They seemed to be caught in their hands by something and twisted hard.

It's like twisting a towel, crushing and twisting the whole body, and wringing out all the blood.

Only in this way can such a large amount of bleeding be caused.

"It seems that there was a massacre here not long ago, but who did it?!"

Zhang Zhiwei was a little puzzled, the Alien Alliance hadn't come in yet, so it couldn't be Nurhachi who turned into a zombie and killed all the people here.

"Come on, no matter what you are, I'll talk about it after I get the national teacher out first!"

Zhang Zhiwei walked on the blood, in order to prevent the blood under his feet from soaking his shoes, he covered his whole body with golden light and continued to go deep.

There are also lights here, but they are not long-burning lights, but barrels of kerosene lamps. The oil barrels are industrial iron barrels. It looks like the arrangement of Japanese pirates here.

These lamps are very bright, and the light of the lamps is like a sharp sword, illuminating everything around.

This place is large, majestic and quiet, and its standard is somewhat similar to the palaces in the Forbidden City, but it is not decorated.

Zhang Zhiwei was not interested in these, so he didn't stop, and went directly to the tomb deep in the Yin Temple.

As soon as I entered, I saw fifteen coffins densely packed inside.

One of them was made of alloy, covered with yellow talismans, and tied with iron chains, but the iron chains were all broken.

Zhang Zhiwei leaned over and took a look, only to see that the coffins were empty, and the corpses inside were gone.

"Why are there so many coffins and corpses? It's uncomfortable that the corpses have changed? The corpses outside are made of zombies inside?"

Zhang Zhiwei was wondering, when he found not far away, a pile of corpses were sitting cross-legged in the strange orientation of Five Elements and Eight Diagrams.

Some of these corpses were dressed in official robes of the Qing Dynasty, and they looked old.

But for some reason, it didn't rot, it just shriveled up. The muscles and skin of the whole body shriveled and stuck to the bones. Even the eyeballs were only dehydrated, and the pupils dilated.

The last gaze seemed to be fixed in the endless distance, with a kind of unwillingness to die.

There are also some corpses that are very fresh, wearing big padded jackets or priest's clothes, they seem to have just died, and even the corpses are a little warm.

"There are some bodies that are not damaged, but their spirits and souls are gone. Was it the monkey who smashed it?"

Zhang Zhiwei stared at the arrangement of the corpses, and vaguely understood that there seemed to be some kind of formation here, "Put the formation to deal with the monkey smash, so the monkey smashed overturned."

There was no time to think about it, maybe after arriving here, the distance was very close, Hou Zai sensed his approach, and the cry for help became more urgent.

"Squeak..."

"Squeak..."

Boss, you are here, you are finally here, I have been waiting for you for a long time, woo woo woo...

Quickly catch me, catch me, during this period of time, I am diligently sorting out the five elements!

The task you gave me before, to reconcile the balance between liver wood and kidney water, I'm almost done.

But this damn thing weighs me down so badly. I’m just a cute little monkey. I can’t bear it. I feel like my soul will be obliterated. Boss, you don’t want to fail in the end, do you…

Zhang Zhiwei: "..."

How does it feel weird.

"Hurry up, be quiet, let me think of a way, you are now in the interior scene, in the interior scene of this world, I have to find out how to get in and get you out!"

Zhang Zhiwei said that through Shanqi's soul call before, he had actually stepped into the inner scene.

Although he was quickly rejected, but in doing things, he was always a freshman at the first time and acquainted at the second time.

During the previous in and out, he still had a deep feeling, but he didn't calm down and take a look at it, and the feeling was not systematic, but even so, he understood some things in the interior scene.

It is actually not difficult to enter the spiritual world of this world, but it requires meditation and meditation to enter through the soul.

If it was a safe place, it would be okay to do this, but it is obviously inappropriate in the current situation.

Hou smashed the car overturned in the inner scene, that guy named Shanqi may have the killer move to deal with the soul.

If he separates his soul from the unsolvable state of life and life, and goes to the spiritual world, what if he falls into a trap?

This kind of trick is not without it. Later, the "Jing Ling" in the "Eight Miraculous Skills" is that as long as it is a spirit, it can't make a storm in its hands. It is as strong as Liu Kunsheng. Even in front of a third-rate guy, it turned into a trembling bird. kitten.

Zhang Zhiwei is very reckless, but before he was reckless, he also knew how to think. He would not go reckless until he found that direct crushing with super power was the optimal solution. Now it is obviously dangerous, so he naturally would not put himself in danger.

Moreover, even if there are no traps in the interior scene, what if he is meditating here and is attacked?

"You have to think of a plan!"

Zhang Zhiwei thought about it for a while, and then an idea popped up in his mind, as before, step into the inner scene with his real body once.

But you have to use some means to deceive the secrets, so it's best not to suffer backlash.