After running for his life like crazy, no matter how strong Yao Zi was, he couldn't resist it any longer. He fell headlong into the shallows, and I was also thrown out, almost being washed away by the rushing river.

"Haha, Yaozi, you are the only one who wants to trick me?!"

Lao Bai put his hands on his hips and laughed wildly at the side. He was obviously out of breath from exhaustion and had snot flying all over his face, but his expression was extremely proud: "Fortune tellers say that I will have long blessings and a long life."

Long live, you want to feed me to a lizard? No way!"

"Hey, what's so proud about this?"

Brother Yao Zi covered a bleeding wound on his thigh. Even though his physique was different from ordinary people, he could not bear such a serious injury. He sneered and said: "The green grass on the ground is changing one after another, and the waves in the sea are beating each other to death."

, we can’t clear up the accounts for a while, the days are long, we’ll see!”

Lao Bai is an old man, and he has a very clear heart. He wishes that his hair was all empty. Even I could see what Brother Yaozi was thinking when he was running for his life, let alone him, who is talking with a gun and a stick.

, it looks like he is eager to have a fight.

I limped forward to comfort him, trying to calm down Lao Bai, and then I squatted down to check Brother Yaozi's wounds. After tearing his trouser legs, which were stained dark red with blood, there was no good flesh left on the lower legs.

There were deep wounds everywhere.

Thinking that he was like this and carried me all the way, and that most of the wounds on his body were actually borne on my behalf, I felt so worried, my eyes and nose were sore, and I rubbed my numb face hard, and then

In a trembling voice, I told Brother Yaozi that he would be my biological brother from now on, and he would never frown even if he asked me to jump into a pit of fire.

"Haha, okay, I, the kite, have always been alone when traveling all over the country. I recognize you as my brother."

Brother Yaozi smiled heartily, patted me on the shoulder and said, "Come on, gentlemen, don't act like such a coward, I won't die."

I took the jacket that Zhang Xinya had thrown aside and cut it into pieces with a few knives. I was going to help Brother Yaozi bandage the wound, but when I faced those two legs, I was a little helpless.

The wounds on the legs were as neat as if they had been sliced ​​into pieces of roast duck. They were one after another. In some places, the flesh was hanging down. Even a single thread could be ripped off with a hard heart.

How much pain does this special girl have?

Seeing Brother Yaozi's expressionless face, I thought to myself that this is a real man. I took out a piece of cloth and tried to help him tie up the deepest wound on his thigh. It turned out that the wound was wide and deep, and I had to tie it slightly.

As soon as I exerted my strength, the cloth strip was completely inserted into the wound. I saw thick black and red blood flowing out. This obviously injured the artery. I was also a little panicked. I shivered and tried to pull the cloth away.

Explain it down.

In the process, I saw Brother Yaozi’s leg bones.

That is a black and blue bone...

Is it possible for a living person to have such bones? As far as I know, some people who died of poisoning have bones like this, and some people who took too many Western medicines before their death will have their bones turn black after death. In the final analysis, it is all related to poisoning.

However, deep in the wound, I saw some new meat attached to the leg bone, which seemed to have just grown...

"Jingzhe, go and do your business. Don't you think something's wrong with this place? Do what you do best. I'll be fine."

Brother Yaozi probably knew that I noticed this, he just smiled and said: "I am a hard-working person, and I am different from you. This small injury is no problem."

I nodded, knowing that this might involve Brother Yaozi's biggest secret, and even the thing he least wanted to face. A person who had been beheaded was now alive and kicking, and he must have paid some unknown price.

It's best not to ask about this kind of thing.

I took several deep breaths to calm myself down, climbed up a boulder by the river beach, retrieved the only remaining miner's lamp, and shone it across the river bank from a distance.

I had only glanced at it from a distance before, but what made me think this place was unusual was that the limestone pillars opposite were arranged and arranged very regularly, and they did not look like they were naturally formed.

This is just a gut feeling.

At this time, standing on a high place and looking far away, the situation on the other side was clear at a glance, which made me a little surprised.

Limestone pillars circle a huge open space, and their direction resembles a flying dragon or snake.

A plant with luxuriant branches and leaves, tall and straight stems, and long strip-shaped leaves that grow very well and are almost connected into one piece.

This is a plant called Ghost Hand Fern, which once appeared in the Zhangguan Water Cave. After some research, some botanists said that this thing was a plant from the same era as the Callia philodendron 200 million years ago. They have not yet come up with a scientific name. They firmly believe that this plant is from the same era.

This is the first time this plant has been discovered in the world.

In fact, my ancestors had seen it a long time ago and began to use this kind of thing to decorate tombs two thousand years ago.

Because the rhizomes of this fern are like ghost claws, hence the name ghost hand fern, it can grow in a dark environment without any light. The most important thing is that this thing can gather yin energy. During the Qin Dynasty, Bashu in southwest China

Some people in the county pick this kind of ghost hand fern. Once someone dies in the family, they will hang it everywhere to fill the house with yin energy, so that the deceased will not leave early. The living can often dream of their deceased relatives in their dreams.

However, this is no different from the evil art of raising ghosts. Ordinary people cannot do it because there are too many things that happen when hanging the ghost hand fern.

During the Western Han Dynasty, due to the popularity of Nuo to ward off evil spirits, the ghost-hand fern was considered too unlucky. Bashu and Sichuan burned this plant in caves. From then on, it was difficult for ritual officials to pick it.

In addition, some open spaces on the other side of the underground river are also very interesting. When the miner's lamp shines on them, they show a strange red color.

That should be red saltpeter, a substance with extremely strong yang energy. It is more effective than cinnabar, boy's eyebrow, etc. It is often used as a medicinal material in traditional Chinese medicine.

The ghost-hand fern belongs to yin, and the red saltpeter belongs to yang. The limestone pillars shuttle between them, making the two distinct...

This layout...

I pondered for a long time and sighed with sadness: "I searched for him thousands of times among the crowd, but when I suddenly looked back, that person was there in the dim light..."

Lao Bai rested for a while, then he probably came back to his senses, and shouted at me: "Why are you still talking about poetry now? Being educated is different, robbing a tomb is so refreshing and refined,

I said, little Weizi, have you seen any clue?"

"You do not understand!"

I shook my head and didn't elaborate to him.

In fact, ever since we entered this underground cave, where is the entrance to the next level of tombs has been a problem. This cave stretches for hundreds of kilometers. If we really have to search it inch by inch, then we have to find the year of the monkey, the horse and the moon?

Moreover, I can understand all three types of burials: water, fire, and earth, but I don’t know what kind of burial method this wind burial should be.

It’s impossible for a tomb to be ventilated and to be buried in the wind, right?

But now that I see this, I probably understand.

This underground cave itself is one of the four tombs of earth, fire, water and wind. It is the so-called wind burial.

Wind, what exactly is it?

Earth, fire, water, and wind are recognized as the four elements of the world in some ancient cultures, which are the four most basic components. They can be understood as an attribute, but if you go deeper, it will be thought-provoking.

For example, wind, which is constantly changing, can be understood as a variable, a secret from heaven, or even more so, the "Tao" that our Chinese ancestors have always emphasized.

Where is the Tao? The subtlety lies in the two words Yin and Yang!

At this time, I finally realized that the so-called wind burial tombs actually play a mediating role and must be under water and fire, because the feng shui auras generated by the two tombs above are in conflict with each other. If they are not reconciled, they will become water and fire.

There will be chaos of yin and yang in the tomb. Then let alone suppressing the evil evil ways, it will be better not to nourish the evil evil ways!!

In my opinion, the ghost-hand fern gathers the Feng Shui aura of water burial tombs, while the red saltpeter gathers the Feng Shui aura of cremation tombs. Those limestone pillars with obvious traces of artificial layout are passing through them to reconcile the two Feng Shui auras.

Finally it penetrates to the bottom.

How should I put it, this is a bit similar to the Yin and Yang Bagua, or in other words, the principle itself is based on the Yin and Yang Bagua!!

I didn't expect Lao Bai to understand these words, but after I said them, Brother Yaozi and the others were thoughtful.

"If this is a wind burial tomb, then the next floor is the so-called earth burial tomb."

I hesitated and asked: "The secret passage to the burial tomb must be in the Bagua layout on the other side of the river bank. What should we do now?"

"Let's go and take a look first."

Brother Yaozi thought for a while and said: "At least let's see if there is any way first, and we will talk about everything after my uncle arrives!!"

I know that Brother Yaozi probably saw that the Yin slave had a scapegoat, and he had a question mark in his mind as to whether my master could kill him. This was because he was ready to continue and wanted to step in early.

I instinctively felt that something was wrong, but the situation on the other side of the river was clearly visible. There were no monsters or monsters at all, and I couldn't tell what danger there was.

Brother Yaozi was a brave man and had already climbed up and pulled Zhang Xinya to cross the river.

In desperation, I could only grit my teeth and follow...

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Chapter completed!