Zha Wenbin carefully examined the original site of the General Temple marked by Old Wang, and on the spot, he divined a hexagram. The hexagram indicated that there was indeed an underground palace at the General Temple, but in this flat land, it was really impossible to see anything. Zha Wenbin then took Old Wang to climb a mountain opposite the General Temple, standing at the top of the mountain and looking down. This look was almost too much for Old Wang, who nearly popped his eyes out.

  Only a winding small river flows out from the west, forming an intersection at this place, which is the legendary Qinglong Water Intake. A mountain range in the east has a towering backbone that stretches for thousands of miles, but suddenly drops its mountainous terrain here, straight into the ground, as if a giant dragons head suddenly dives underground, right at the water intake!

  Two green dragons take water from this place, and the feng shui of this water intake is at a certain level. Looking again, the site of the Generals Temple was marked out by Old Wang with white lime powder, and a large turtle jumped onto the ground, its head pointing directly at the small pond.

  Not to mention Old Wang was shocked, even Cha Wenbin was amazed by this scene. What a piece of Feng Shui treasure land! The turtle is above the two dragon heads, absorbing the true dragons energy, plus the essence of the sun and moon. Not to mention that a cat can become a spirit, Im afraid that even a mouse staying here for a long time can become a king. This place completely meets the requirements for burying an emperor!

  "Three heads, all pointing to the same place, it should be there." Zhang Wenbin pinched his fingers and whispered: "Old Wang, do you see that small stone bridge opposite the Generals Temple? If Im not mistaken, the underground palace should be located at the position of that stone bridge. Lets go down and take a look."

  When Cha Wenbin and Old Wang came down the mountain again, the sun had already set. The two of them hurried to the small bridge made of bluestone slabs, and relying on their memories from earlier, Cha Wenbin carefully searched for any clues in the river.

  "Old Wang, look at this stone, isnt the mortar made of glutinous rice paste?" Because in ancient times there was no cement as a modern building material, so when constructing buildings, the aristocracy used glutinous rice to make a paste that served as modern cement. The solidity of that stuff is completely comparable to modern cement. In the past during land reform, some ancient tombs in our area were built with this glutinous rice mortar and had to be blown open with explosives, which shows just how hard they were.

  The sticky rice porridge spilled out of the stone, which was also not difficult for Old Wang to handle. As an archaeologist, he had seen all sorts of strange things. After confirming the location, Cha Wenbin and Old Wang returned to their residence, which was my familys old house.

  Since then, the archaeological team temporarily stationed in our old house, firstly because it was convenient for everyone to take care of each other, and secondly because of Cha Wenbin.

  The next morning, Old Wang took people to buy several bags of vinegar, all loaded into a large bucket, pulled under the small stone bridge, and poured into the gaps between the stones with a ladle. Slowly, those stones actually loosened up. Before noon, the loosened stones were opened by team members to reveal a large hole. Indeed, there was another cave inside.

  Old Wang again summoned people to bring in a blower, sending air inside for about an hour. Then, he hung a duck from a rope and sent it into the cave. After about 10 minutes, they pulled it out, and the duck seemed fine. Only then did he invite everyone to enter, with Cha Wenbin naturally going first.

  After several powerful mining lamps were turned on, the entire layout of the underground palace was revealed. The palace was rectangular in shape, about the size of a basketball court, with a high ceiling that seemed to stretch up to the sky. As the lamps swept across the walls, everyone held their breath...

  A series of murals occupied this small space, Old Wangs treasured sighs, this is simply a cleverly crafted national treasure. He carefully lifted his footsteps, step by step, moving forward, who knows if there will be any traps left in this gloomy underground palace.

  Fortunately, it was a false alarm. The first mural depicted a monkey in a cave, followed by a young man and the monkey together. The third frame showed the young man kowtowing to the monkey, one after another, until the second-to-last frame featured an old man with a white beard riding a crane westward. The final frame showed a coffin placed in a grand hall.

  Cha Wenbin, this Taoist disciple, understood at a glance that this was the legendary Tanzi and Shang! It turned out that it wasnt a legend, but true. He could no longer hold back his excitement, trembling as he walked towards the wall on the other side...

  On the other side of the wall, it describes a Taoist priest exorcising demons and monsters. Although its somewhat exaggerated, its enough to get Cha Wenbin excited, as he realizes that these things actually exist.

  Old Wangs light shone directly on it, a wooden box quietly lay on the altar, the entire wall was painted with Taoist Three Purities, everyones eyes were fixed on that box. To build such a large underground palace, inside except for murals, there is only this small box, what is inside? Its value has probably exceeded everyones measure.

  Cha Wenbin followed Old Wang almost at the same time, Old Wang professionally put on his gloves and brush, everyone gathered around, the exciting moment was about to come, just before Old Wang finished cleaning, Cha Wenbin suggested that they should first make a bow to Sanqing.

  Everyone felt that the recent strange events were one after another, and they didnt dare to be slow. After respectfully finishing their worship, Old Wang trembled as he opened the box.

  From the outside, it was a purple sandalwood box without any locks, with the Eight Trigrams carved on top. Zha Wenbin always felt that something was not quite right, but he couldnt put his finger on it, so he just sat there with his eyes closed in thought.

  Lao Wang couldnt wait any longer, and before Cao Wenbin had even finished shouting "be careful", Lao Wang had already opened the box. A burst of flames erupted from his hand, and in a subconscious movement, he shook the box to the ground, where it was instantly reduced to a pile of charcoal.

  Actually, this underground palace was built very stably. This box contains saltpeter and sulfur. After a thousand years, it was still triggered by Old Wangs mechanism, and a fire burned everything clean. What exactly is inside this box, probably only the mural painter knows. In deep self-blame, Old Wang looked at Cha Wenbins worried face but didnt dare to speak. After all, this might be the relic of the Taoist ancestors. How could a cultivator not want to see the true face of Lushan?

  Everyone went back to analyze, but the matter was clear. It was consistent with Wen Bins previous guess. This place was originally supposed to be where Tanzi and Shang saw it. After going west, there was no cremation, but rather a burial in the underground palace. Later, the Qinglian Sect occupied this place, opened the underground palace, took away the box, set up a small mechanism here, and also moved out the coffin. This high-quality golden silk nanmu wood, the corpse inside had not decayed after a thousand years, which was something that only ancient emperors could lie on. The leader of the Qinglian Sect, without doing anything, pulled out Tanzis and Shangs corpses, for some unknown purpose, sealed their bodies in the wall, and then went to sleep in this great hall after his own death, not even giving them a proper burial.

  As for the things in that box, everyone heard Cha Wenbin mention that legend and thought it might be the legendary "Ru Yi Ce". As for its whereabouts, its likely to be deciphered only after deciphering the text on that wall.

  According to this explanation, the two forces in the temple should be Tanzi and Shang Qinglian, the leader of the Qinglian Sect. That night, Cha Wenbin broke the evil spirit, and the temple should only have the power of Taoism left. Cha Wenbin made a decisive decision, re-arranged all the people who were affected, including me, back to Jiangjun Temple, held a ritual ceremony, and asked the ancestors to resolve the evil spirits on our bodies. Its strange that after we bowed our heads towards the wall where the dead had been buried, everything returned to normal the next day.

  Those murals were later all dug up by the cultural relics department, and the underground palace was re-sealed. The temple was also locked up, but incense continued to be offered quite frequently, with people often coming to burn incense and pray for peace.

  Cha Wenbin returned home with many doubts, and the matter of Jiangjun Temple came to a temporary end.

  When I was almost ten years old that year, a relative of our family passed away. She was the cousin of my grandfather and we called her Big Auntie.

  The old lady died suddenly while taking a nap at home, without even going to the hospital. When her son returned from the fields in the afternoon, he found that she had stopped breathing and let out a loud wail, and soon the whole village was there.

  At that time, rural areas had not yet implemented cremation, so for anyone who was advanced in age, there were two major events. One was to build a coffin for oneself, also known as a longevity material, and the other was to choose a treasure hole for oneself. This old aunt had already taken care of these two things before her death, so not long after she passed away, she entered the coffin, only the lid was not covered, and people came to mourn.

  Yin Wei is our elder, and we have to go. After kowtowing and burning incense, I went to play with my cousins. The night before, my cousin told me to sleep early, saying that the next night a Taoist priest would come to perform a big show. What kind of show? The biggest attraction when a Taoist priest performs a ritual is crossing the fairy bridge.

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