The tomb of Emperor Taizu of the Tang Dynasty.

Not long after the saint of the Taoist Taoist saint Du Qingruo brought people into the tomb, he found that they had reached the end.

To be precise, the so-called Emperor Taizu's tomb is simply a fake tomb, a tomb of clothing.

In the center of the tomb, there is a throne made of white jade, and a set of dragon robes are placed on it.

In addition, the entire tomb chamber was empty.

The vast tomb chamber is actually empty!

"This is impossible!"

Du Qingruo's face was a little ferocious.

All the plans are in vain.

It is reported that in order to build his tomb, Emperor Taizu of the Tang Dynasty used tens of thousands of death row prisoners in this western mountain, and it took ten years to be completed.

But now, the tomb is empty.

"Saint, will it be a Yin-Yang Tomb Room?"

The Taoist sect in charge of leading people to open the tomb passage whispered, "I heard that an emperor once built a yin and yang tomb chamber with the Yin tomb above, which is a fake tomb, and the yang tomb below, which is a real tomb!"

"What are you waiting for? Dig it quickly!"

Du Qingruo was very anxious.

The imperial army will soon arrive here, and then these people will be turtles in the jar.

"Saint, I can't do this!"

The man pointed at his feet with a bitter face, "Our feet are covered with bluestone, with dense silk. Without a heavy hammer in our hands, we can't break this layer of bluestone slab with these guys in our hands!"

"Wait, it's not right!"

Du Qingruo waved his hand violently and said, "Records of history, Emperor Taizu passed away and stopped his spirit for three days, and was buried on the fourth day. On that day, the tomb chamber was closed and the Broken Dragon Stone fell."

"If the fake tomb is below, then it is impossible to seal the Yang tomb to this level in one day."

"Look, search everywhere, there must be an organization!"

Du Qingruo immediately urged his subordinates to start knocking and beating in the tomb.

The tomb chamber is covered with the same bluestone slabs. It is really hard to find anything abnormal with the naked eye alone.

Therefore, the people of the robbery can only be beaten by a piece of bluestone to find possible mechanisms.

Not to mention, they really found a mechanism for this knock.

After Du Qingruo and his group tried hard to push open a bluestone slab that was one person tall on the side wall, they finally saw a passage and didn't know where to go.

"Walk!"

Du Qingruo waved immediately.

However, before the people who were in the disaster path could go far, some people began to feel dizzy and confused.

"Saint, my subordinates are no longer there!"

"The turbid air in this Yang Tomb is not clear, so you can't move forward any further!"

Hearing his subordinates' words, Du Qingruo shook his head and did not speak. He just raised his hand and pointed to the back, indicating that the person who could not bear it quickly retreated.

Du Qingruo held his breath and suddenly started to accelerate and ran forward.

As a master, Du Qingruo's ability to hold his breath is naturally not bad.

After her running wildly, she did not find the tomb of Emperor Taizu. Instead, she rushed out of the long tomb passage and stood in a pit covered with fog.

Du Qingruo stopped and looked at the fog-covered pit in front of her. Then, she stopped. In this pit, countless white bones were piled up. Countless white bones were spread on the ground and stretched forward.

Du Qingruo instantly understood that the bones here were the death row prisoners who built the tombs for Emperor Taizu.

It is said that Emperor Taizu is kind, but tens of thousands of death row prisoners are all tragically killed here.

The Tang Dynasty's laws, death row prisoners, even if they were beheaded, were allowed to be buried.

But these tens of thousands of death row prisoners ended up in a place where they were dead without a burial.

Du Qingruo looked at the endless white bones in front of her and had made up her mind that when she left here, she would record the location here and tell the true face of the false benevolent and righteous Emperor Taizu.

But before this, we still had to find the tomb of Emperor Taizu and cut off the dragon vein of the Tang Dynasty.

Du Qingruo observed it on the spot and could not determine where Emperor Taizu's tomb was. He could only use this method to search for it little by little along the edge of this pit.

Then, Du Qingruo felt like he was going crazy!

He found countless holes around the valley.

Which hole is connected to the real burial place of Emperor Taizu?

Go looking for one by one?

Du Qingruo felt that he might have not found the real burial place yet, and he was poisoned to death by the turbid air in the tomb passages one by one.

"Such a person is worthy of being called kindness?"

"Bah!"

Du Qingruo couldn't help but curse in the pit and valley.

"He is not worthy, are you worthy?"

At the moment when Du Qingruo cursed, someone responded.

Mr. Zhao Bingzhao flew down from above the pit and stood in front of Du Qingruo.

"Zhao Bingxu!"

Du Qingruo recognized Zhao Bingxu's identity the moment he saw him.

After all, the Zhao family's wealth is as rich as a country. The second master of the Zhao family is even more generous and has a great reputation.

It’s not that the people who are robbed of fortune did not want to attack the Zhao family, but the Zhao family is too conspicuous. If the court has not attacked the Zhao family, if there is a major change in the Zhao family, their robbed of fortune will inevitably be surrounded and suppressed by the court.

It was impossible for the court to see them get the fortune of the Zhao family and use it calmly.

"I've seen His Highness the Saint!"

Zhao Bingxiao smiled slightly and nodded to Du Qingruo.

"What do you mean?"

Du Qingruo was puzzled and didn't understand why Zhao Bingzhao appeared here.

As far as she knows, Zhao Bingzhao should be in Sanhe Town, Anshun County, Xiangyi Prefecture, and should be recuperating.

But now, thinking of Zhao Bingxu's calmness and freedom flying down from above the valley, Du Qingruo felt inexplicably panic. The second master of the Zhao family was so hidden.

"It's not interesting, I'm just here to tell His Highness the Saint, you've gotten the wrong location of the Tang Dynasty's dragon vein!"

"impossible!"

Du Qingruo responded sternly.

Zhao Bingzhao continued to smile and said, "Your Highness the Holy Majesty might as well think about it. Emperor Taizu even hid his real tomb so secretly. How could he make the Tang Dynasty Dragon Vein, which is related to the Tang Dynasty's lifeline known to everyone?"

"Empty, real, and everyone thinks that this cannot be a real dragon vein, so it is very likely that this is a real dragon vein!"

"On the contrary, the same is true!"

"What does Your Highness think?"

Zhao Bingqing said these words with a smile, waiting for Du Qingruo's response.

Du Qingruo was silent.

After a while, she spoke slowly and said, "Then do you think, where is the dragon vein of the Tang Dynasty?"

"This, Zhao Er is just a merchant, how could he know?"

"The saint should think about it. The Taoist master of your sect has the unpredictable art of gods and ghosts. Don't you know where the dragon vein is?"

"You mean, did the Lord of Taoism deliberately let us come here?"

"Soldiers are the devil!"
Chapter completed!