The dark underground palace is empty and helpless, and no matter how light your footsteps are, you can make waves, which can be heard layer by layer in the corridors, lasting for a long time.

As Jiang Wen held the candle and walked, his mind felt calmer than ever before, no matter how dense the footsteps were coming from above his head, like falling rain.

Those footsteps are full of eagerness, greed, arrogance, and roughness. Only in this tunnel can there be a moment of eternal tranquility - after all, this is the ultimate destination for the dead.

In the mist underground, he saw an octagonal tiled building paved with large green bricks. Several imitation wood semi-circular columns supported the small square space. The floor tiles were engraved with clear lotus patterns, which looked like...

There is rain and dew falling slowly,

The thick stone door is carved with a lifelike half-profile maid. She is standing behind the door with her hair in a beautiful bun, looking at Jiang Wen. She leans against the door and hides her mouth with a smile, and almost speaks as her eyes move.

Jiang Wen always had a vague feeling that as soon as she opened her mouth, she would use dark and indistinct underworld words to describe the dreamy sounds of yellow beams in the deep springs that no one could return and no one knew about, and she would whisper them in a breath that carried the filthy waves of the Nai River.

come out.

The fake bluestone door at the end has been pushed open again. But when he left last time, he closed it carefully.

Jiang Wen sighed.

If he hadn't seen a dead man commanding an army with his own eyes in Geng Wangzhuang, he would never have believed in the illusory ghost stories of the mist, let alone the distance between life and death in Fuzhou City tonight.

piece of paper.

Jiang Wen slowly stepped forward, and sure enough he found that a gap had cracked in the red lacquer coffin. Looking in through the gap, he saw the coffin liquid and the well-preserved forehead of the ancient corpse. Whether it was the tall, stiff, decomposed figure, or the

The crumbling broken cervical vertebrae were exactly the same as what they saw in Yi Zhuang.

This is the truth about how he and Feng Daode chased ghosts in the middle of the night.

The funny thing is that it was he, a materialist, who found this place first, while Feng Daode, a former monk and now a Taoist priest, was still searching for the suspect in Fuzhou City like a headless fly.

The older you are in the world, the less courageous and narrow-minded you become.

The sound above the head became more and more obvious, the rumble was continuous, and the dust on the ground was faintly shaken.

Jiang Wen placed the lamp on the red lacquer coffin, and the time silently counting in his heart had already entered the fifth watch, but he knew that the sky outside might not show any sign of lightening yet. The sky was covered with thick clouds, and the evil night was circling all around.

The city of Fuzhou has turned into a ghost town where humans and ghosts live together.

Many residents will be surprised to find that there is a dark shadow that is ready to move next to their stove, mist-like things hanging upside down from the beams, invisible shadows floating in the sky outside the door, and the transfer of properties across the hall as fast as the wind.

Just like what Jiang Wen saw on the way here.

"I just said that the city is so big that it is not suitable for planting banyan trees everywhere..."

Jiang Wen sighed and slowly blew out the lonely candle in front of him.

This action seemed to extinguish the last fire in the gloomy world here. All the scenery in front of him slowly became cold and desolate, gradually became gloomy, and finally disappeared into withering, and was about to be buried by the thick ashes of calamity.

But at the moment when the lights went out, with the last glimmer of his eyes, Jiang Wen saw a short figure in white clothes and black hat suddenly appear in the empty Southern Song Dynasty tomb.

Then a long sigh sounded in the empty tomb.

A hoarse and unpleasant voice suddenly sounded, but compared with Jiang Wen's previous impression, this voice was less frightening and more eerie.

"I didn't expect that among all the people, you would find me first..."

Even though he was in the dark, Jiang Wen's ear skills had long been enough to hear the wind and identify his position, but at this moment he only felt that the sounds came from all directions, as if the voices he really heard were just the empty wind entangled in the empty room from all directions.

A specious sound made by chance.

"It's strange. If you didn't expect it to be me, why would you talk so much nonsense before you die, as if you were afraid that I wouldn't be able to guess the content."

Jiang Wen Leng sneered and said, "The specious stories about the underworld in your mouth are all to remind me of the existence of this place. I must have said it right - Huang Ji?"

The sound of wind in the darkness came and went one after another, roughly like the sound of uneven breathing.

Protector Huang, whose identity was revealed, had no emotion in his voice.

"You are very interesting, so I knew at a glance that you and I were going to be on the same page. At that time, I was completely desperate, so I decided to go to Haoli Ghost Country."

"But you have to know that seeking death is easy to say. But since ancient times, people who hanged themselves were tied to the rope, people who drowned themselves took out their arms, people who killed themselves cried out in pain, and people who burned themselves rolled over. All kinds of ugly things have appeared. In the past, they would never break their promises.

No one has the full courage to seek death. If he is really dead after all, then his soul is really gone."

Jiang Wen has seen people fake their own deaths, but never seen them escape from real deaths.

It turns out that the death of Protector Huang Ji in the Netherworld Bookstore was his long-planned retreat, and he would launch it immediately once there was no way to retreat. But judging from his struggle before his death, the Haoli Ghost Country he spoke of was by no means a good thing.

place, and he knew this very well.

"We still have a lot of time now, you can speak slowly."

Jiang Wen sat down on the spot and waited for the other party to explain the situation in front of him. He also wanted to test Huang Ji, who talked a lot of lies when he was alive, and how many human words he could say after becoming a ghost.

"I know very well what you want to ask, and I have lived very clearly in my life. But please let me ask one more question, is it Hongyang Dharma Protector Huang Ji you are looking for now? Or is it Huang Ji, the master of Eryou Zhai?"

The voice sounded slowly, but it was mysterious.

Jiang Wen said loudly: "What about Hongyang Protector? What about Eryou Zhai Master?"

Huang Ji laughed emotionlessly.

"Of course there are differences. Since you don't choose, let me start with Hongyang Protector Huangji."

"Nowadays, there are many strange phenomena in the city. You must have seen it, right? In the former Song Dynasty, Lizong ordered Confucianism, Taoism, Buddhism and Ming Dynasty to jointly establish the White Lotus Dharma in order to prevent the four disasters of green, purple, white and red in the world, which are the Buddhist principles of attainment, residence, and emptiness.

For four calamities, keep an inch of the pure white lotus world."

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "However, the immeasurable four tribulations need to be overcome by all living beings, and it is impossible to predict the formation, residence and destruction of space. The Holy Child has been stationed in Rongcheng for ten years, but in the end he did not wait for the event before him.

The Red Sun Tribulation..."

Protector Huang's voice was choked and his sighs were interrupted for a while before he slowly spoke to Jiang Wen.

"I have learned the art of Qingwu in Feng Shui since I was a child, looking for dragons, observing sand, observing water, tapping acupoints, and standing in all directions. When the earth veins stop and rise, they are called dragons. Over the years, there have been reverse dragons, sick dragons, dead dragons, and false dragons.

I have seen numerous dragon retreats and dragon slayings, but I have never seen such a terrifying dragon tribulation."

"The long blood-yellow river with turbid waves rolling under Fuzhou City is like a tribulation dragon covered with scars. The scales are full of lonely ghosts who cannot be reincarnated. The body is covered with insects and snakes, the fishy wind blows on the face, the waves roll, and the soul

The souls who have not lost their wisdom are sinking and floating in it, and they are tortured and unable to escape. Anyone who can come out of it is a vicious and sinister person that ordinary people can never imagine."

Jiang Wen nodded secretly. A greedy and cruel person like Magistrate Ling had indeed stepped up to the next level and turned into a more difficult and vicious opponent.

"The horror of the Haoli Ghost Country is completely beyond common sense. If I had known that I would end up in such a place after death, I would rather live in this world and suffer all kinds of torture. Only now do I know why Hulu in the Tang Dynasty

The Master has spent his whole life cultivating himself, even if he does not hesitate to use the Mani Orb, to suppress this underworld under Fuzhou City..."

Huang Ji's voice became weaker and weaker, and he seemed to have fallen into the nightmare that was deeply entangled in fear before, so that the fear of death itself gradually occupied most of his rationality.

But Jiang Wen remained silent.

"You have never seen the horror of the Ghost Country in Haoli, so naturally you don't understand what I'm saying. Lai Buyi of the Song Huizong sect came to Fuzhou City, and Liu Bowen of the Zhu Hongwu sect also came. After all these years of painstaking research, I finally saw

Come up with some tricks. Do you know... the evil spirit of Huangquan Water?"

Huang Ji suddenly asked.

Jiang Wen shook his head in the darkness, regardless of whether the other party could see it or not, and the other party did not wait for Jiang Wen's response and continued talking on his own.

"I am familiar with the Heavenly Star Method and the Three Element Method. However, it was not until I learned the Three Methods that I discovered that there was a big problem in the Three Mountains area of ​​Fuzhou City."

"Yuewang Mountain is in the north, Jiuxian Mountain is in the south, Wushi Mountain is in the east, and Xijin Ancient Lake is on the west side. If the prosperous position touches the water, it will become a shape evil. And this is not an ordinary evil situation, it is already a Huangquan evil in the three laws.

.”

"The evil of Huangquan cannot be generalized, but it is a dangerous situation where misfortunes and blessings depend on each other. The water coming from the Xunda direction is a combination, and it is judged as auspicious. If it is water coming in, it is judged as bad. Since ancient times, bad and good luck have been interdependent. The original Fuzhou City has existed for thousands of years.

The coming turbulence is just a matter of urging officials to death, rescuing the poor, and killing people. They are just shifting as the dragon vein changes. Therefore, when the local people are lucky enough to have official salary and wealth, they must also have Sun Ce Tudong.

To avoid such a fatal disaster."

"However, Master Hulu used Mani orbs to fix the acupoint, and the King of Fujian divided the dragon with two towers, which happened to cut off the underground Yellow Spring water veins, causing the Xun position to be empty and the lake not to overflow. In addition, the city was surrounded by nine rivers, and the water continued to drain away.

, this turned a situation of death into vitality for thousands of years. From then on, whenever a disaster approached, Fuzhou City would be able to open up the city and surrender, turn danger into safety, and avoid the disasters of Yangzhou and Jiading..."

Jiang Wen listened for a while and said in a low voice: "I don't know much about Feng Shui, but at first glance it sounds like it should be a good thing? Isn't it wonderful to have wealth and status and avoid death?"

"

Huang Ji gave a bitter laugh, his voice filled with bitterness and helplessness.

"What I mentioned just now are only innate numbers, and now there are acquired changes. Do you still remember the key to Huang Quansha?"

Jiang Wen understood the implication of his words and couldn't help lowering his voice and said, "Are you... doubting this West Lake?"

"Exactly. The three mountains have been difficult to move since ancient times. Only this West Lake was created by the prefect of the Jin Dynasty, who dug out the deep spring under the Fuzhou City and poured it back into the sea. I suspect that this extremely dangerous situation was deliberately created by the ancients of the Wei and Jin Dynasties.

And do it!”

Jiang Wen knew clearly in his heart that this small possibility had already been magnified countless times in his eyes. As long as it was a strange thing that had even the slightest connection with the Wei and Jin Hui Xi Ke, he could not treat it with common sense.

This approach of using such a huge city as paper and cutting mountains and seas as pen is too sensational. However, the deliberate actions of the Wei and Jin Dynasties were also inspired by the wishful thinking of Min Huizong.

Immortal Daluo clearly wants to send Fuzhou City into the underworld and live forever as the emperor of his ghost kingdom!

Thinking of this, he suddenly recalled another sentence, which was a prophecy that did not exist in the secret narrative of Immortal Wang Ba and the prophecy that Min Huizong believed in, but was inexplicably compared to it.

The emperor was born in Fujian, and the Three Mountains were the battlefield.

Jiang Wen and Huang Ji knew completely different things, and the methods they used were completely unrelated. However, the conclusions they came to were bizarrely the same. They also believed that if there was no accident in Fuzhou City tonight, blood would flow into a river.

Corpses everywhere!

"I believe what you say."

Jiang Wen's answer seemed to surprise Huang Ji, and even his speaking speed increased a few points.
To be continued...