Dragon Seeker

After running away in a panic, Brother Yaozi, no matter how strong he was, could not hold on any longer. He fell headfirst into the shallows, and I was thrown out with him, and was almost washed away by the rushing river.

"Haha, Yaozi, you are such a jerk, you want to trick me?!"

Lao Bai put his hands on his hips and laughed wildly. He was so tired that he was out of breath, and his face was covered with snot and drool, but he looked very complacent: "The fortune tellers said that I will have a long life and live forever. You want to feed me to lizards? No way!"

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

Brother Yaozi covered a bleeding wound on his thigh. Even though he had a different physique from ordinary people, he couldn't stand such a serious injury. He sneered: "The grass on the ground is replaced by a crop, and the waves in the sea are killed one by one. It will take a while for us to settle the accounts. There is a long way to go, so we will see!"

Lao Bai is a veteran in the world of martial arts. He is very clear-headed and wishes his hair was empty. Even I could see what Brother Yaozi was thinking when he was running for his life, not to mention him. Now he was talking with a veil of sarcasm and looked like he wanted to have a fight.

I hurriedly limped forward to comfort him. After persuading Lao Bai to calm down, I squatted down to check Brother Yaozi's wounds. After tearing the trouser legs that were stained dark red by blood, there was no good meat on the lower legs. There were deep wounds everywhere that could see the bones.

Thinking that he was in this state and still carried me all the way, most of the wounds were actually suffered for me. I felt so upset that my eyes and nose were sore. I rubbed my numb face hard, and then I told Brother Yaozi in a trembling voice that he would be my real brother in the future, and he would never frown even if I jumped into the fire pit.

"Haha, OK, I've always been alone when I traveled all over the country, so I accept you as my brother."

Brother Yaozi smiled heartily, patted my shoulder and said, "Come on, man, don't be so cowardly, I won't die."

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

The wounds on the legs were like slices of roast duck, neatly arranged, one next to the other, and in some places the meat drooped down, even a little bit, I guess if you are ruthless, you can tear it off in a moment.

How painful must this be?

I saw Brother Yaozi had no expression on his face, and thought that he was a real man. I took out a piece of cloth and wanted to help him tie up the deepest wound on his thigh. As a result, the wound was wide and deep. When I tied it, I applied a little force, and the cloth was squeezed into the wound. I saw that the sticky black and red blood plasma had already flowed out. It was obvious that the artery was injured. I was a little panicked, and I tried to untie the cloth again.

During this process, I saw Brother Yaozi's leg bone.

It was a black and blue bone...

Can a living person have such a bone? As far as I know, the bones of some people who died of poisoning are like this, and some people who took too much Western medicine during their lifetime will have black bones after death. In the final analysis, it is all related to poisoning.

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

"Jingzhe, go and do your thing. Didn't you see that something was wrong with this place? Do what you are best at, I'm fine."

Brother Yaozi probably knew that I noticed these things, and he just smiled: "I am a tough person, not like you, this little injury is no problem."

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

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

I took a few deep breaths to calm myself down, climbed onto a huge rock on the river beach, and asked for the only remaining mining lamp, shining it on the other side of the river bank.

I had only glimpsed it from a distance before, and the reason why I felt that this place was unusual was mainly because the limestone columns on the opposite side were arranged and arranged in a very regular pattern, and did not seem to be naturally formed.

This is just an intuition.

Standing on a high place, looking far away, the situation on the other side is clear at a glance, which makes me a little surprised.

One limestone column after another encloses a large open space, and its direction is like a dragon and snake dancing.

A plant with lush branches and leaves, tall and straight stems, and long strips of leaves is growing very well, almost connected into one piece.

This is a plant called ghost hand fern, which once appeared in Zhangguan Water Cave. After research, some botanists said that this thing is a plant of the same era as the Alsophila spinulosa 200 million years ago. They have not yet given it a scientific name, and firmly believe that this is the first time this plant has been discovered in the world.

In fact, my ancestors have seen it a long time ago, and began to use this thing to arrange tombs 2,000 years ago.

Because the rhizome of this fern is like a ghost's claw, it is called the 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. In the Qin Dynasty, people in the two counties of Bashu in the southwest picked this ghost hand fern. Once someone in the family died, they would hang it everywhere to fill the house with yin energy, so that the deceased would not leave early, and the living could often dream of their deceased relatives.

However, this is no different from the evil ghost raising technique. Ordinary people can't play it, because there are too many things that happen when hanging ghost hand ferns.

During the Western Han Dynasty, because the big Nuo exorcism was popular, the ghost hand fern was considered too ominous. The two places of Bashu had burned this plant in the cave. 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 mining lamp shines over, it presents a strange red color.

That should be red saltpeter, a thing with extremely strong yang energy. The effect is better than cinnabar, boy's eyebrow, etc., and Chinese medicine often uses it as a medicinal material.

Ghost fern belongs to Yin, red saltpeter belongs to Yang, and limestone columns shuttle between them, making the two clearly distinguished...

This kind of layout...

I pondered for a long time, and sighed: "I searched for him thousands of times in the crowd, and when I looked back, he was in the dim light..."

Lao Bai rested for a while, and now he probably came back to his senses, and yelled at me: "Why are you still mumbling and reciting poems? Being educated is different. You can rob a tomb and make it so fresh and refined. I say, Xiao Weizi, did you figure out the trick?"

"You don't understand!"

I shook my head and didn't tell him in detail.

In fact, since entering this underground cave, it has always been a problem to find the entrance to the next level of tombs. This cave stretches for hundreds of kilometers. If you really want to search inch by inch, it will take a long time to find it?

Moreover, I can understand the three types of tombs, water, fire, and earth, but I don't know what kind of burial method this wind burial tomb should be.

It is impossible that if there is ventilation in the tomb, it is a wind burial, right?

But now that I have seen this, I roughly understand.

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

What exactly is wind?

In some ancient cultures, earth, fire, water and wind are identified as the four elements of the world, which are the four most basic components. They can be understood as a kind of attribute, but if you go deeper, it is intriguing.

For example, wind is unpredictable, which can be understood as a variable, or as a secret, or as the "Tao" that our Chinese ancestors have always emphasized.

Where is the Tao? The subtlety is nothing more than the two words yin and yang!

At this time, I have a great enlightenment. The so-called wind burial tomb actually plays a role of harmony, which must be under water and fire, because the feng shui aura generated by the two tombs above counteract each other. If they are not reconciled, they will become water and fire, and the yin and yang in this tomb will be chaotic. At that time, let alone suppressing the crooked demons and evil ways, it would be good if they do not nourish the crooked demons and 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. The limestone columns with obvious traces of human arrangement are passed through to reconcile these two Feng Shui auras and finally connect to the bottom.

How to say it, this is a bit similar to the Yin-Yang Bagua, or in other words, the principle itself is taken from the Yin-Yang Bagua! !

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

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

I hesitated and asked, "The secret passage to the earth burial tomb must be in the Bagua layout opposite 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 are any ways first. Everything will be decided 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 whether my master could kill the other party. This is to prepare to continue going down and want to check the place in advance.

I instinctively felt that something was wrong, but the situation on the other side of the river was clear at a glance. There was no possibility of any monsters and ghosts, and I couldn't see what the danger was.

Brother Yaozi was skilled and brave. At this time, he had already climbed up and pulled Zhang Xinya to cross the river.

Helplessly, I could only grit my teeth and follow...