The master immediately understood what I meant. He pointed to the direction of the water inlet and nodded at me.

It seems that the master is planning to go against the current.

However, at present, it seems that going into the water outlet to go upstream of the river vein is the only choice. The outlet is too small to pass through. Because of the undercurrent, we cannot swim ashore. The entrance of the cave where fresh river water is constantly pouring in is already the last path we can take.

I nodded to Master, and Master turned around and moved towards the entrance of the cave with the vegetation at the bottom of the pond.

The oxygen generator prepared by Liu Shangang can provide enough oxygen within forty minutes to one hour, but no one is sure how long it will be underwater. I can only use the turtle breathing technique to reduce oxygen consumption.

I followed my master and slowly crawled forward. When I passed by the sarcophagus, I took a rough look at the coffin and saw that the coffin was bumpy and very rough. The entire sarcophagus looked like a whole piece of raw stone carved out of hollowed-out stone, and the inner wall of the coffin was also uneven.

The master didn't pay attention to the coffin, but just kept crawling forward.

The closer you get to the inlet, the stronger the undercurrent becomes. When it is almost in front of the cave, the master presses his whole body against the bottom of the pond and slowly moves forward.

I also lowered my body as a master. As a result, the resistance to water was slightly smaller, but when the warm chest was almost completely against the cold bottom of the pool, it still made people feel very uncomfortable.

After we climbed into the hole, the undercurrent was still strong. I looked at the master, and he was still lying on the ground and slowly crawling in the water. After that, I didn't think much about it, and crawled forward silently like my master.

When crawling under the water like this, I can't calculate how many distances I have crawled, nor can I estimate how long I have been at the water.

But I could feel that as we got closer and closer to the upper reaches of the Dihe River, the yin energy in the water became weaker and weaker.

Until the undercurrent slowed down, my master and I had already arrived in a wide river. In this place, we could hardly feel a trace of yin energy in the water.

My master and I surfaced and climbed ashore.

The water in Dihe River was really cold. After I got ashore, my whole body was trembling. My master was not much better. He hugged his arms tightly and kept shaking.

The master was so cold that his chin was trembling. He said to me in a shaking voice: "Go down... the river, grab a few handfuls of water plants... the water plants... the up... the up..."

I didn't dare to be vague. While I still had a little heat on my body, I turned around and got down the river, sank to the bottom of the water, and pulled up a handful of aquatic plants.

The master looked at the aquatic plants piled on the shore and shook his head firmly: "No... enough."

Although I don’t know what the master wants to do for water plants, since he wants it, it will definitely be useful. I once again sneaked into the bottom of the river and pulled a large amount of water plants to the shore.

The master and I dragged the aquatic plants to a relatively dry place. Then he took the fox fire lantern in my hand, removed the lantern's lampshade, and directly placed the fox fire on the aquatic plants to roast it.

Under the burning of the fox fire, the originally wet aquatic plants turned into hay at a speed visible to the naked eye. After a few minutes, an orange-red flame burned in the pile of water. Since many aquatic plants were not burned by the fox fire, they still carried some water on them and burned slowly.

In this way, the master used the fox fire lantern to create a fire. With the high temperature emitted by the fire, the temperature on our body gradually rose.

The master quickly recovered. While returning the fox fire lantern to me, he said to me: "Fortunately Xian'er gave you the lantern in advance, otherwise we two will really be here this time."

I took the lantern and looked at the green and cold flame. I felt very puzzled. The fox fire was obviously cold, so why could it ignite the water plants?

The master took out a few pieces of wet candy from his pocket and asked me, "What are you thinking?"

I said, "It's thanks to the growing water plants in the Dihe River, otherwise even if there is fox fire, there will be no firewood."

My master gave me a few candy pieces: "Replenish your energy, and now there is nothing else to eat except this candy. The things in the river are not water plants. Like the common fish in the old Huang family in the northeast, it is also something that only grows in the tomb."

After saying that, the master looked at the river not far away, and then said to me: "It seems that the Di River itself does not contain yin energy. The reason why the water downstream is heavy is because of the sarcophagus in the pool."

I said, "That sarcophagus should have been used to store corpses in the early years. Only the pure yin energy on the sarcophagus can suppress the yang energy on the corpses. But why did our ancestors, who were in charge of the lineage, get out the corpses? Is it just to collect blood?"

Hearing my words, the master shook his head at me: "The sarcophagus should be used to release corpse slabs. This is not wrong. But have you ever thought that although corpse slabs are strong, they are yin and yang inside and yang outside. This kind of evil corpse is in line with the principles of yin and yang. The yin in their body and yang outside the body are balanced. The yang energy you feel is, the yin energy in its body is yin energy. Moreover, the cause of yang energy is the yin energy in its body... Can you understand what I say?"

I was suddenly a little unhappy: "Why can't you understand? You just want to say that in order to maintain the balance of yin and yang, the yin and yang energy inside and outside the body must maintain the same intensity."

The master smiled and nodded, "That's what it means. Think about it, if it is placed in that sarcophagus for many years, on the surface, the yin energy of the sarcophagus will suppress its yang energy. But in fact, the yin in this sarcophagus will also nourish the yin in the body of the corpse bar. The yin energy inside the corpse bar will become stronger and stronger, and at the same time it will make the yang energy outside the body stronger. Over time, the sarcophagus will not be able to suppress it sooner or later. Our ancestors should have lifted it out before the corpse bar breaks the coffin, and used great techniques to suppress it in the tomb chamber, then used black steel cables and talismans to suppress the yin in its body, and finally used the Dihe River and the sarcophagus to suppress its yang energy."

I thought about it and found that the same reason is true. If you simply put the corpse in a sarcophagus, there is indeed a danger of breaking the coffin.

The master stared at me quietly through the fire. After a while, he opened his mouth to me and said, "You kid, don't think that you're going to have a big deal after two trips of business. You are still far from it!"

I was wondering, didn’t I just consider the level of the corpse bar breaking the coffin? Master also used this kind of words to squeeze me out?

Listening to my master's words, I couldn't help but feel a little complaining, but I didn't say anything.

I feel that since I took over the business of Hu Nanqi, my master seems to have become very preachy and cares about others contradicting him.

That feeling is like a retired old cadre is particularly worried about being forgotten by others.

In fact, in those years, the master not only became a little weird, but also became very long-winded. He loved to talk about his glorious deeds when he was young, and occasionally, he was a little unkind. I know that when his master got old, he became loving and forgetting things. Every time he forgot something, he would get angry inexplicably. He couldn't tell others about such anger, so he could only tell me. The master was not convinced of his old age, but the years were not forgiving others. I could feel that his master's health in the past two years has been getting worse day by day. Although his strength is still surprisingly great, his physical strength is no longer comparable to before.

I don’t want my master to come to the tomb this time, but I also know that he will never ignore the graves and mountains. I know his temper and I also know that I can’t stop him.

I originally thought that after I got to the tomb, I would follow him, watch him, and take care of him. But I didn't expect that the person I was taken care of was still me.

The flames in the fire were still strong, and my master and I sat next to the fire, waiting for our clothes to dry. During this period, the master would say a few irrelevant words from time to time, sometimes complaining about some trivial matters, and some memories of his green years.

I didn't like to listen to these words, so I just responded "Yeah, yeah," but the master still said endlessly.

In this situation, it seems strange that two people gathered on the fire to chat about homework. But when I grew up, I realized that this might be the only opportunity for my master to talk, because on weekdays, whenever I did something, I would not listen to him saying these things, and would always find an excuse to circumvent him, such as doing homework or practicing qigong. I never listened to my master’s nagging like that time, although I still didn’t listen to me and remembered much.

But at least, the master finally expressed his words after years of holding them in his heart, although to me, they seemed to be some irrelevant words.

I also forgot how long my master had been nagging. Until I found that my diving suit had been dried, I said to my master: "Master, should we continue walking along the river, or should we wait for Master Chen and the others to come to find us?"

I remember correctly. The master seemed to be talking about my uncle's marriage at that time. When he was excited, he was suddenly interrupted by me. He was stunned for a moment and then responded to me: "Let's walk along the river."

The master said, and stood up with his knees.

I saw that he was a little struggling and wanted to go up and help him, but unexpectedly, he rolled his eyes. He reached out to block me and shouted, "What are you going to help me? I'm not old yet!"

I felt a little embarrassed, and I secretly smacked my tongue, and didn't dare to help my master again. I just picked up the fox fire lantern to help my master illuminate the road.

As the master walked, he looked around the river channel illuminated by the fox fire lanterns.

There are some stones scattered on the river bank, and water drops from time to time from the top of the tunnel. Years of dripping water through the stones left smooth and deep potholes on these stones, and water is inside. When new water drops fall, the water in the potholes will stir up and cause ripples.

The master seemed to have thought of something, and suddenly rushed to a stone in three steps and two steps. He reached out to grab the smooth edge of the stone, and pulled it hard. The huge stone suddenly turned to the ground. I saw some reliefs at the bottom of the stone.

"There is a way, let's see it." The master looked at me and said, pointing to the stone.
Chapter completed!