"The criminal Gao Shu and Xu Zhu, the servants and others were sentenced to death and reported:

My servants and others followed the will of the master, but they went against the instructions and left the immortal coffin empty, and served the master here. They knew that it would be impossible to defeat the crime of breaking their orders. The masters wanted to bless the people. Although my servants and others turned into immortal molts, they could not even go to the eighteen levels of underworld and suffered from the punishment of cutting oil for tens of thousands of years of knife and cooking. They could no longer let the immortal bones respond to the robbery.

The emperor was wronged by the emperor, but the emperor made the world not know the emperor's faults. He used his whole body to shake the country, repay the eternal grievances with loyalty and kindness, and blessed the world and the people of the world with kindness.

But who can report to the Lord in the world?

The emperor's orders were followed, and the country and territory were guarded by the servants; the people and the servants vowed to protect them; the nine palaces of the darkness were also respectfully worshipped them. Only the immortals were ordered to be sent to death, but the servants and others could not follow them.

The Lord always said that the world's dust is clear and quiet for a moment, and there is no transformation and there is something. In fact, it is nothing. Invisible and invisible, it is infinite. This is the Tao. The Lord has entered the Tao and left the mortal world, and the servants are still in the turbid world, and they hold on to all kinds of common thoughts. If the Lord occasionally looks at the mortal world, he will be sympathetic and sigh and laugh.

I also remember that when the young man practiced Taoism, he was the original true nature. When he was practicing this immortal palace, he displayed old things and remembered the scenery of the past. Therefore, the servants and others opened the immortal palace and worshiped the immortal bones here, so that they could accompany the real person.

If you are guilty of rebelling against your destiny, you will be punished soon, but you are afraid that the clouds will disappear. The ghosts in the palace of Yan should not be surrendered to the Nine Heavens of Qingxu.

I just hope to have the blessing of crawling and serving, even if I live and die, I will be a ants, cows and horses for thousands of years, and it will be enough for a moment...」

Lan Hui tiptoed and stretched his neck to look at the silk scroll in Zhang Ping's hand: "Why are the words on this one red color?"

Zhang Ping closed the brocade: "This is a blood letter."

Lan Hui shivered with her neck and trembled for a moment, Qi Tan snorted, "What's the content? You have to write it in blood."

Zhang Ping said: "It is Hewang's minister who apologized to Hewang's spirit in heaven. Before Hewang's death, he asked them to burn themselves to ashes and put them in a sarcophagus."

Lan Hui was stunned: "Why did He Wang let others burn himself?"

Zhang Ping lowered his eyes and looked at the silk book: "The emperor of the Chu Dynasty wronged King He, thinking that he was going to rebel, and secretly poisoned him. In order not to let the world know that he was poisoned by the emperor, He Wang ordered his ministers to burn his body."

Moreover, before his death, He Wang ordered his subordinates to bury himself in the sarcophagus underground in the ancient well of Pu's old house.

That suspicious tomb was indeed the tomb of Hewang.

"But Hewang's ministers only burned Hewang's body, but did not put him in the sarcophagus, but buried him here."

Lan Hui asked in a daze: "Why?"

Zhang Ping said: "If He Wang's ashes cannot be preserved according to He Wang's last order."

He Wang had already expected that the Chu Dynasty would perish, so he asked his subordinates to build the underground palace in the name of building a tomb for the people to hide from war. He also planned to use his own corpse as a barrier so that people would not discover the real purpose of the underground palace.

But the subordinates of Hewang could not obey this order, so they put Hewang's ashes here.

"This place was not the tomb of Hewang, but it turned into the tomb of Hewang."

Lan Hui stood blankly, Qi Tan said, "What was this place?"

Zhang Ping put the silk book back into the lacquer plate on the desk: "I'll find out later."

Qi Tan sneered in his heart and raised his eyebrows: "The assassin just now came for the sake of this and the king in the jar?"

Zhang Ping nodded: "They are the surviving tribes of Dongzhen Kingdom and come for the treasures in the tomb of King He."

Qi Tan glared: "Banzi?! It's really unlucky to do this in our dynasty! But that's true, this ghost place can be a treasure cave. They must be very rare for the pile of bamboo trees carved from stones outside. I wonder if they will pick out the half-pulled night pearl again. This little thing is enough for them to spend decades with their country."

Lan Hui looked disbelief: "But I saw that the fans on the street were all wearing furry, with good leather fur, and there was a big gem on the headscarf on his neck."

Qi Tan curled his lips: "That was a rich fanzi who was doing business in my court. Do you know, a Hu merchant who sold Hu cakes and floral cloth on the streets of Beijing is worth more than their entire country. Moreover, the custom of the fanzi is to put all the most valuable things on his body. You can see whether a fan has money depends on whether he spends it. In fact, the richest people can't even afford to take a bath. Their prince doesn't take a bath once a year, and he can't even shave the dust on his body with a knife. That smell..."

Lan Hui sniffed: "So you have really seen the prince who has taken a bath."

Qi Tan's face turned purple, and Zhang Ping spoke in a deep voice: "There is indeed a treasure here."

Qi Tan shouted: "Where is it?" He reached out to the jar on the table, "Is it in this jar of urn?"

Lan Hui and Zhang Ping said at the same time: "Don't touch!"

Qi Tan shook his arm with a sneer: "I'm pretending, who would really touch the ashes...well?"

With a click, something fell at his feet. Zhang Ping frowned slightly, and Qi Tan quickly picked up the shiny thing: "Yu?"

It was indeed a thin piece of jade that was more than an inch long and short, and it was so smooth when it touched. Qi Tan weighed it in his palm: "It's so cold, what's this thing?"

Zhang Ping reached out and took it silently and placed it on the silk book.

Qi Tan waved his hand disdainfully: "It must not have fallen from here. I swung my arm like this just now. And you didn't see this piece of jade just now, just now."

Lan Hui swallowed: "Is it from the jar..."

Qi Tan looked at the jar: "The cover of the jar is slippery and there is a top bead on it, so it can't hold anything."

Zhang Ping nodded, Lan Hui turned around and looked around: "Can it be..."

What is invisible...

Qi Tan said: "This thing has no shape and doesn't look like it can be used for people. What exactly is it?"

Zhang Ping said: "Although I don't know its original nature, it must be placed here with the king's ministers for offering sacrifices."

Qi Tan rolled his eyes again: "If you don't know, just say it, I won't punish you."

Zhang Ping silently covered the silk and jade pieces, bowed respectfully to the porcelain altar, turned around and said, "Let's go."

Lan Hui followed Zhang Ping to salute. He heard this sentence and quickly uttered, followed Zhang Ping out of the screen. Qi Tan walked back and forth two steps around the table, then looked around and then dragged his steps out: "Where to go?"

Zhang Ping went out and walked straight towards another stone door opposite.

"Find a treasure."

Qi Tan immediately followed quickly.

Behind the stone gate, there is a room with nine lampstands in it. The glass cup on the stage is filled with sesame oil. When the lamp is opened, it will light up one by one. A zither and a flute are hung on one side. A painting is also hanging in the long curtain of the head.

There is only one person in the painting.

The long crane buckles, the whisk floats, and the look is kind and gentle. The appearance is the same as the young man who teaches young people to play chess in the long painting outside, but he is a little older. He has a few lines of words on the side of his body, which is the same as the handwriting on the stone tablet under the pine trees outside.

The nature and spirit have been caused by the past, but the cause of karma has been caused by long-term relationships.

That is, transformation is not the destruction of the underworld, and it is in silence, sorrow and joy.

The crown and sword are empty clothes and shadows, and the reins are the body of immortals.

Go to Zhaoxuan and get to the Yingtai Guest.

If you can leave a way, you will be a son who will be a mysterious master.

This is Tao Hongjing's poem "Announcement on Travel".

What thoughts are expressed when you write on the drawing paper?

On the long table below, a tablet stands quietly.

Senior Brother Xuan and the Spirit of the True Man

My brother Xuan Kuang stands respectfully

Qi Tan looked inside and looked at the room: "Who is this Xuanji? Why is this room with his tablet better than the one just now? Where is the treasure?"

Zhang Ping walked to the left side of the long desk and opened the curtain.

"Treasure, here."
Chapter completed!