A stone tablet, lying across the silent and dark underground ruins, has stood for a thousand years.
A corpse, lingering in front of the stone tablet, waiting for the long darkness, but there is no dawn here, he can't wait.
Who is this?
My heart was shaken, and along with the trembling of the Earth Spirit Pearl, there was an indescribable emotion stirring, and it was difficult to control myself.
This was definitely not what I wanted, but the inexplicable sadness was lingering, as if an invisible hand full of magic had grasped me at this moment, I became a puppet, unable to control anything, tears flashed in my eyes, my legs automatically opened, and I walked forward step by step.
"Hey, Xiao Weizi, what are you doing? Why are you crying?"
Lao Bai didn't understand, and reached out to pull me, but was stopped by my master, and then they followed me silently.
The stone tablet was majestic, with some strange characters written on it. The structure of these characters was very ancient, very similar to the oracle bone script of Yinxu, but obviously older than this kind of characters, and the structure was simpler, just like the random graffiti left by humans in the cave during the ignorant period.
"Such characters..."
If I was just influenced by the Earth Spirit Pearl and had some strange emotions, so I was full of desire to explore, then at this moment I was so shocked that I couldn't say a word.
Because I am too familiar with these characters! !
These are the characters on the "Ten Thousand Burial Scriptures" that my father often showed me!
Under the stone tablet is not a complete corpse, in fact, it is just a dry skeleton.
There are not so many mummies in this world, let alone wet ones. They are all in special burial environments, and they have undergone complex changes. In fact, most of the corpses in ancient ruins are really only bones. It is not bad in the north, where the soil is alkaline. The bones in the burial pits are at most almost melted into the loess, and they look similar to fossils, at least they are still a little harder. The soil in the middle and lower reaches of the Yangtze River is acidic, and many corpses can't be picked up.
Like the person in front of me, there is no coffin, and this place is ventilated. The bones have long been brittle and can barely maintain their shape. I dare say that I can crush the bones into powder with one hand.
It is wearing a long robe that has long been eroded by the wind, tattered, and almost only strips of cloth are left.
Moreover, it has lost one arm, and the other hand is holding a knife, supporting the corpse to sit here for thousands of years, but now the knife has rusted and is almost like scrap iron.
Around this corpse, there are countless corpses, some of them are human and some of them are animals. You can still vaguely see the postures of these corpses when they fell to the ground, and they kept moving forward, as if they wanted to pounce on the corpse under the stone tablet.
All these clues are connected together, and the identity of the corpse under the stone tablet is about to be revealed!
"He is my ancestor, the last Tianguan!"
I looked at this corpse, and my heart was full of mixed feelings.
This is the last ritual official in the world, the ritual official who can be called Tianguan. Our lineage has been passed down for thousands of years. Until now, in fact, it is just gilding our own face. I think even my father knows very well that after the Wei, Jin, Southern and Northern Dynasties, there is no Tianguan in the world, and the rest are just a bunch of descendants who exist in name only!
"This knife is quite interesting!"
Lao Bai had sharp eyes and saw the inscription on the knife at a glance. He smiled and said, "Bai Pi Dao, this is a legendary sword. It was cast by Cao Cao in the late Eastern Han Dynasty. It is inscribed with dragon, tiger, bear, bird and sparrow. There are five in total. Cao Pi, Cao Zhi and Cao Lin each have one, and Cao Cao has two for himself. Look at the one in this person's hand. The blade is narrow and long, and the arc is very strange. The shape is like an angry dragon soaring into the sky, soaring 90,000 miles. This should be the most precious dragon-shaped knife among the five Bai Pi Daos!
It is said that Cao Cao loved this dragon-shaped knife the most. He had the ambition to be an emperor long ago, but there were too many heroes in the world, staring at that person eagerly. Anyone who dared to go up would be beaten immediately. He was so scared that his eggs shrank. He could only hold the emperor hostage to command the princes. He stared at that person for a lifetime and drooled. This knife embodied his ambition to be a latent dragon soaring into the sky. He was thinking about it until his death, and it was buried with him underground.
Who is Cao Cao? He is the ancestor of tomb robbers. General Fa Qiu and Lieutenant Mo Jin are all his accomplices. He has been so busy with the coffins that the dead can no longer be held down. When it comes to him, he is naturally afraid of being pulled out of the coffin, so he set up thirty-six suspicious tombs. Until now, no one has ever found the real tomb.
However, it seems that your ancestor has already taken action. He has even stolen the dragon-shaped knife. He must have demolished the ancestral tomb of the Cao family!"
I don't know where this grandson got so many gossips. I can tell from his expression that he has no good ideas. He stared at the Baipi knife with red eyes. I hurriedly pulled him and was about to remind him that this is my ancestor.
As a result, he slapped my hand away as if he had guessed what I was going to say, and said seriously: "Little Wei, don't say anything. Brothers should settle accounts clearly. Since ancient times, treasures belong to those with virtue. Don't you think this knife is a good match for me?"
He straightened his back and tried hard to look like a child of destiny. Don't say it, this grandson looks really good, but who among us doesn't know what kind of character he is? Looking at him like this, let alone a child of destiny, he looks like a divine beast.
"He's really evil. He keeps calling me brother, but he turns around and thinks about my ancestors. This brother is really good!"
Brother Yaozi sneered: "Jingzhe, don't worry about him, let him do it here. If he dares to touch the knife, we brothers will kill him."
"Fuck, Yaozi, you want to do something dirty again?"
Brother Yaozi seemed to be joking, but Lao Bai immediately jumped up and down: "Mr. Zhang is here, if you dare to do something dirty to me, you will suffer the consequences!"
As he said that, Lao Bai also took my hand and said quickly: "Little Wei, don't believe this bastard. This bastard is the most evil. Everyone in the industry knows that he is not a good person. He drank and played finger-guessing games with Liu Laonian the night before and called him a brother. The next day, he tricked him into going down the pit to get something. As a result, a blue and white jar was raised, and he hit the man's head with a crowbar without saying a word, just like playing whack-a-mole. It is said that the head flew up and was directly smashed into the thief's hole. He didn't let an old man in his seventies go. Do you think he is still a human being? The old man was sticking his butt out there to fight with him for a whole day, and he ended up like this. If you believe his ghost, he might hit you with a crowbar one day!"
I looked around these two people. One looked honest on the surface but was evil at heart, and the other was rotten inside and only killed the familiar. Anyway, neither of them was reliable. I simply stopped talking and stared at the stone tablet.
"I say, little Wei, are you really not going to take this knife? This is really a treasure. Although it has a little more rust, it is well preserved. After it is taken care of, it is definitely worth a lot of money. Just like the sword of King Fuchai of Wu, it is definitely a divine weapon. There are not many famous knives and swords preserved so well in this industry now. You can be polite to your friends and your wife, but don't be polite to your father. Although this is your ancestor, it is no different from your father. It is natural to inherit his legacy. You are the only one in the old Wei family!"
Lao Bai was still chattering in front of me about his concept of relying on his parents, and at the end he didn't forget to bring himself along: "If it really doesn't work, look at this, brother will go over to get it back for you. I don't want your things either, but I'll just take a look, okay?"
Look at your mother...
If I really let you take a look, why don't you go in? Take a look for a while and it will be yours!
I was complaining in my heart, and I was also annoyed by this bastard. I waved the Heavenly Official Blade and said angrily: "If you dare to touch my ancestor's corpse today, I will definitely hit you with a club!"
"I advise you not to touch that thing."
My master laughed and said: "The knife has a spirit a long time ago. I'm afraid it has been with the last Heavenly Official for a lifetime. He is dead, but the knife is still alive. Otherwise, where do you think the corpses around here came from? The Heavenly Official sat cross-legged here, and the demons and ghosts suppressed by him were naturally indignant. They might want to whip the corpse to vent their anger and confess themselves. You'd better not cause trouble."
This time, Lao Bai finally calmed down.
"Jingzhe, look at what is written on this stone tablet? This text is the sacrificial text passed down in your family, we don't recognize it!"
My master said again: "Let's find the way quickly. This demon tomb can't be so simple. We have reached the end in just a few steps. We haven't seen the real owner yet. The way must be hidden here. Maybe there are clues in the text on this stone tablet."
Sacrificial text!
This is the first time I have heard of this word. It is our family text, which is quite interesting.
So, "Ten Thousand Burial Scriptures" is written in this kind of sacrificial text?
With this thought in mind, I subconsciously moved closer to the stone tablet.
Actually, I don't recognize all the sacrificial texts. My father never taught me this kind of text. The Ten Thousand Burial Scriptures he showed me were all translated by him. However, the original copy of the Ten Thousand Burial Scriptures has always been with me. It used to be in the store, but now it has been moved to the Zhenwu Temple. Although I haven't studied the texts systematically, I can still recognize some of the sacrificial texts after reading the translations and comparing them with each other. It's just that it's more difficult to interpret them, not as easy as my father.
Buzz!
Suddenly, the Tianguan Blade in my hand trembled and began to get hot!
I was a little surprised. After this thing was sealed by my master, it rarely reacted. At this time, it had such a change, which really surprised me. When I looked down, I happened to see the bones of the last Tianguan...
On the skull, there was a strange smile at this time...