Chapter 267 Treasure Place
Chapter 267 Treasure Place
Not long after the morning sun rose, the disciples of Tai Heng Sect also gathered in groups of three or four.
"I heard that the elders in the Sword Control Pavilion have important matters to discuss today."
"I know, I know... The matter has become so serious. Now that the master is dead, how should the sword-granting ceremony be held? We need to come up with a set of rules."
"The key is that the man who killed the head of the sect was the Third Young Master... He was too skilled in martial arts. Last night, the nine elders attacked together in front of the Sword Control Pavilion. As a result, only one of the nine elders was left. I heard that he was also seriously injured. I don't think he will live for many days."
"In my opinion, we should all work together to capture this evil villain! Why did only nine elders take action? Why did the others just let it go?"
"We have different opinions... The nine of them believe that the Third Young Master is the murderer of the Sect Leader, but the others don't think so and think that there must be some misunderstanding in this matter.
"They couldn't stop the nine elders from doing what they did, and they didn't want to act rashly and offend the Third Young Master, so they closed the door and pretended that they saw nothing."
"You said that in addition to discussing the sword-granting ceremony, they will also discuss how to deal with the third young master?"
"I'm sure... But it's not easy as expected."
"Alas... our Taiheng Clan has been severely bullied this time."
"We can't talk about this. Hush, keep quiet. It's Brother Guan."
When he looked up, he saw Guan Changying leading a few disciples walking towards him.
When I passed by, I said a few words to them.
After Guan Changying and his men left, the two could not help but speak again:
"Big Brother is extremely sad. Even though he pretends to be calm in front of others, he is actually the saddest one."
"You can hear his voice become hoarse. He must have cried secretly last night."
"It's no wonder. Once a teacher, always a father. Moreover, Senior Brother Guan was raised by the headmaster... How is he different from my biological father?"
"Ugh……"
The two men sighed and discussed the tragic events of Taihengmen, their figures gradually walking away.
Guan Changying led those people directly to the woodshed.
"Bring out the body."
Several disciples came in and carried Luo Wushuang's body out of the woodshed. After leaving the woodshed, they walked towards a remote place.
Finally, we arrived at a cliff without any weeds.
A large amount of firewood had been prepared here. The corpse was placed on the firewood, and a disciple nearby was about to throw a torch over.
Guan Changying suddenly spoke:
"Let me do it."
The disciple was stunned for a moment. Although he didn't understand why, he still handed the torch to Guan Changying.
Guan Changying looked up at the tall pile of firewood, slowly exhaled, then threw the torch over.
When flammable materials were added to the pile of firewood and touched the torch, raging flames immediately shot up into the sky.
The other Tai Heng Sect disciples took a step back one after another, leaving Guan Changying the only one standing there without moving.
The light of the blazing flames reflected in his eyes. Finally, Guan Changying slowly closed his eyes and murmured in a low voice:
"do not blame me……"
……
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"It's strange, what is the relationship between this dead person and Guan Changying?
"My master died last night. He was an unlucky guy who trespassed into Wujian Cliff and was killed. Not only did he not deal with him hastily, but he solemnly burned him here.
"No matter how I look at it, it feels like something is wrong."
Lan Shuyi touched his chin and muttered to himself, not knowing why the Third Young Master suddenly came to see him when it was almost dawn, and asked him to do something strange...
Now it seems that this matter is not so strange.
He shook his head and turned away quietly.
While walking, I happened to look up and saw the Qingluan Peak with the shadow of the Qingluan stone. Going up a road from this side, I could enter the Qingluan Villa.
It’s a pity that the Third Young Master is no longer here.
Just as he was paying no attention, he saw a man with long sleeves coming over and meeting Lan Shuyi.
Lan Shuyi was stunned:
"Master Xingzhi?"
"It turns out to be Donor Lan."
Put your hands together and bow to the eleventh sign:
"Donor Lan, what is this?"
"Oh, I got up early in the morning and thought about trying my luck at Qingluan Stone Shadow to see if I could see the first of the Eight Scenic Spots of Taiheng.
"Unfortunately, there is no such fate."
"I see."
A smile on your face:
"I climbed the mountain today for this very reason."
Lan Shuyi raised his eyebrows and looked at him, thinking that this guy was comparable to Guan Changying.
After the death of his mentor who raised him, Guan Changying had to deal with a wandering martial artist who trespassed into Wujian Cliff.
As for Xingzhi...the abbot of the Vajra Gate, Wudao, had just passed away, and he was already interested in climbing the mountain to see the Eight Scenic Spots of Taiheng?
Aren't you two really worried that those who died will die with regrets?
After chatting with Xingzhi for a while, Lan Shuyi left him.
As he walked down the mountain, he stroked his chin and pondered.
The more I thought about it, the more I felt something was wrong... After walking for a long time, I suddenly slapped my thigh:
"Forget it, let's go and watch it again!"
After saying that, he turned around and chased in the direction of Xingzhi.
But even after chasing all the way to the location where the Qingluan Stone Shadow was, they still didn't see Xingzhi.
I searched around the top of the mountain for several times, and even went to Qingluan Villa twice, but I couldn't find any trace of the old monk.
Lan Shuyi scratched his forehead:
"What's going on? There's only one road leading up here. Where are the people? Did they go to watch Guan Changying burn the body?"
I thought that if Guan Changying had greeted him, it would be reasonable for him, as a monk, to chant some sutras to pray for his soul to be reborn.
But if that were the case, there would be no point in deceiving myself.
"It can't be that this Qingluan Peak will eat people, right?"
Lan Shuyi touched his chin, feeling a little puzzled. He simply chased after him because he felt his behavior was a little strange, but he was not obsessed with it... The person was gone, so what? He had already done what he was supposed to do. Why waste time on an irrelevant person?
And when he came down from Qingluan Peak, he heard some Taiheng Sect disciples discussing.
Another important person came to Taihengmen.
He casually asked who it was, and the Tai Heng Sect disciple looked at him strangely, as if he was on guard, or angry, but he finally said:
"The owner of Luochen Villa, Wen Fusheng is here in person!"
There was a hint of pride in his words.
You should know that this great master from Nanling has not left the 128-mile area for a long time.
The fact that he can come to the Taiheng Sect's sword-granting ceremony this time... can be said to be a great honor to him.
Lan Shuyi's heart moved when he heard this:
"Oh? Such a person cannot be lost... Where is he now?"
"They are all in the Yujian Pavilion..."
The disciple spoke somewhat reluctantly.
Lan Shuyi nodded and headed straight for the Imperial Sword Pavilion.
But just as I got there, I heard a voice inside laughing grimly:
"Okay, after all, it's all bullshit.
"You said that the Third Young Master committed murder, but there is no evidence, except for one witness, who is one of your own.
"Relying on these empty words, you actually ganged up on my own daughter!?
"I think you are looking for death!!!"
"Master Wen, calm down!!" "Ignorance is not a crime!"
Lan Shuyi was stunned. What does that mean? What does that mean? Among the people who besieged Tai Hengmen yesterday, there was also Wen Fusheng's biological daughter?
But why is Wen Fusheng's own daughter by the side of the Third Young Master?
Thinking of some rumors in the martial arts world, Lan Shuyi's face suddenly showed a strange expression, and he moved over to watch a good show.
Then I heard two more voices joining in...
"The actions of Tai Heng Sect really opened my eyes to the Iron Blood Hall!
"The Third Young Master is a man of great integrity and a contemporary hero. He was slandered by you with your lies. He didn't destroy your Tai Heng Sect because he was magnanimous. How could he allow you to play tricks on others?"
Another girl followed up with:
"Uncle Cheng is right! I've been fed up with these bitches for a long time! You were so kind to help, but you ended up causing trouble."
Lan Shuyi leaned close to the crack in the door and looked inside with great interest.
As a result, someone pushed me on the shoulder:
"Point over there so I can see it, too."
"Who?"
Lan Shuyi was extremely dissatisfied and indignant. When he turned around, he saw that it was Ye Wanqiu who came.
Immediately shrink the neck:
"Miss, please, I'll go over there..."
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There was a lot of fun in front of the Imperial Sword Pavilion.
Qingluan Peak is still as deserted as ever, but if you look down, you will see a figure on the straight cliff of Qingluan Stone Shadow, slowly walking down along the wall.
The man wore a wide robe with big sleeves and had a bald head.
It was the Zen Master Xingzhi whom Lan Shuyi had been looking for for a long time.
He was holding two iron hooks in his hands at this time, his body was blown by the mountain wind and was floating in the air. There was a cliff thousands of feet under his feet, and if he loosened the strength in his hands, he would fall down.
At this height, after landing, you can’t even sweep it up with a broom.
Therefore, even though Zen Master Xingzhi had practiced for many years, at this time of year he could not help but have sweat all over his forehead, and no matter how hard the wind blew, it was difficult to dry it all.
He didn't know how long he had walked down, but suddenly he saw a mirror on the mountain wall.
I breathed a sigh of relief immediately...
This was the seventh mirror he had seen.
These mirrors are all in places that normal people cannot reach, and no one knows who embedded them there.
In the end, human beings created the amazing work of nature, such as the Qingluan Stone Shadow.
But when you see this mirror, you will be close to your destination.
Sure enough, after going down for a while, I heard a creaking sound by my ears. I looked down and saw a platform under my feet.
There was an object embedded on the platform, which was an iron piece that looked like a phoenix.
At this time, it was swaying in the wind, making a creaking sound.
Seeing this, Xingzhi stepped down and flew onto the platform, only then did he finally breathe a sigh of relief.
Look up and you will see mirrors everywhere.
There is a mechanism connected in series where the phoenix iron sheet is embedded. As long as the wind is strong enough, these mirrors can be used to gather strong light and send the phoenix shadow through the mirrors embedded in the mountain walls on both sides to the white stone wall at the top, forming the so-called Qingluan Stone Shadow.
"The people of Tai Heng Sect have never thought that there may be another mystery behind this. Those who know the reason but don't know the reason will definitely miss the treasure."
He put his hands together and muttered to himself.
Turning back, I saw a cave at the end of the platform.
There was a blazing fire in the cave. No one had visited it for who knows how many years, but the flames were still burning.
Behavior is amazing:
"It is indeed the work of an expert, and everything he uses is extraordinary. Could it be that the mermaid ointment used in these bonfires can last for thousands of years?
"I've often heard of it in the past, but rarely seen it... Today is an eye-opener."
He continued to walk deeper into the cave and did not see any mechanisms along the way.
As he walked, he kept muttering:
"That's right... A single Blue Luan Stone Shadow has stumped so many people. If there are any other mechanisms in the cave..."
As he was speaking, he bumped into a dead body.
The bodies were nailed to the walls on both sides.
There are round holes on the wall, which were not formed naturally. The holes are empty now, and the spears in them are all nailed to the walls on both sides.
"Oh...it turns out it's not that there is no mechanism, but that someone has come before and triggered it. So the previous generation planted trees and the next generation enjoys the shade. Thank you very much."
As he spoke, he saluted the corpse eleven times, his words full of gratitude.
But they did not bury the body, but continued to move forward.
Finally, the road came to an end and there was a stone gate.
The stone door was open, and after entering, it was as bright as day inside.
There just isn’t much stuff.
There is a table in the middle and a chair opposite the table.
There seemed to be a corpse sitting on the chair, with one hand supporting its chin and a white mask without any pattern on its face.
He didn't speak or move, and even his breathing or pulse couldn't be heard.
Therefore, he did not care about it, but focused all his attention on the table in the middle.
The table is not big, but very exquisite.
And beside the table, there was a corpse lying. No one knew why the corpse died. Its body was stiff, and it was clinging to the edge of the table tightly, as if it wanted to become one with the table.
Xingzhi came over and dragged the corpse away, not caring even if the bones were broken.
He looked around the table himself:
"It is indeed the 'God-hiding Table', the most outstanding work of esoteric mechanical arts from the past.
“It’s made entirely of black iron. Not to mention whether it can be opened by force, even if it can, once it’s opened by force, the inside will burn.
“Whatever is hidden will inevitably turn to ashes.
"I heard that this table can only be opened by the smartest person in the world...
“Fortunately, they had anticipated everything and knew everything here very well.
"The method to crack this thing is with me, I just need to follow the map..."
As he spoke, he took out a book from his waist. Before he opened it, he suddenly felt something light in his palm.
Looking around in confusion:
"Where are my books?"
Looking around, I found that not much had changed around me... Well, not completely.
The corpse sitting on the chair was reading a book...
At the same time that Xingzhi suddenly realized what was going on, he was suddenly shocked:
"If you're not a corpse, who are you?!"
"Oh? I was wondering why you didn't even look at me after you came in. You are the first one to ignore me like this... I wanted to look up to you, but now it seems that you are blind and can't even tell whether I am dead or alive?"
Hearing this voice, Xingzhi's face changed drastically:
"It's you!?"
(End of this chapter)