Who let him join the Sword Sect!

Chapter 315: Losing Things is a Tradition

Old Tang came to touch the tomb of his ancestor, not just because he was naive.

But he discovered something extraordinary.

After reading the diary, checking the classics, and looking at the maps and records of mountains and rivers from past dynasties, Old Tang quickly identified the place name that the ancestor had repeatedly omitted in his diary.

Baiyu County.

This matter is not difficult to investigate. With the guidance of the diary, we can follow the clues. Many relevant books and materials are even in our own library.

However, this is where the strange thing happens. After Old Tang did a lot of research, he found that the history of Baiyu County outside of the diary was too normal, even a little abnormal.

It is totally inconsistent with what was recorded in the founder’s diary during the rebellion.

And for some reason, Old Tang always felt a sense of familiarity when he looked at the geographical location of Baiyu County.

It’s as if I’ve been there before.

But when he thought about it more deeply, he couldn't remember.

Old Tang has been to so many places. Except for not going into the sea, he has basically visited all the places in Dongzhou.

Logically speaking, this clue should have ended here, but Old Tang found a record in a fragment of a provincial gazetteer from an unknown year.

In the 310th year of the Kaihuang reign, Baiyu County was renamed You County.

He then slapped his head and understood the source of that familiar feeling.

He had never heard of Baiyu County, but he remembered You County.

My ancestor is buried there.

He visited the grave just last year.
Thinking of this, Old Tang began to think
Our ancestor recorded many stories about Baiyu County and its owner in a diary that even a Mahayana monk could not decipher unless by chance.

And when he was still alive, he built his own tomb there
Old Tang thought about it and felt that his ancestor must have hidden something related to the diary in his tomb.

He wanted to preserve something for future generations in this way and give it to someone who could read the contents of the diary clearly.

As to why we do this.
After all, people are sometimes exhausted, but they often lose things.

In fact, many of the things left by our ancestors have been lost.

Because of various force majeure.

Like the diary in Old Tang's hand, which is disguised as a Feng Shui secret diary, the founder actually left behind a set of thirty books.
But today, only this most special one remains as the original text, and the others have all become handwritten copies.

The master probably knew the nature of his disciples, so he thought of this solution which was not a solution.

As long as Longhu Mountain survives, no one will risk being hunted down by the entire Longhu Mountain to seize this tomb.

And such a big tomb should not be lost.

Even the most cunning tomb robbers in the world are his disciples. This group of people would not be crazy enough to dig up the tombs of their ancestors for fun.

Anyway, it's better than burying it in the wild. If you throw it in the wild, it might be dug out by someone unknown.

Therefore, the only person who dares to come to this tomb is the one who knows the clues about Baiyu County in the diary.

And because this diary disguised as a Feng Shui secret is one of the treasures of Longhu Mountain, anyone who can read its contents must have a close relationship with Longhu Mountain.

At that time, it would not be impossible to make an exception and enter the main tomb chamber as a guest, burn incense, and take some things before leaving.

……

"That's how it is, so don't overthink it. This is all part of the Grandmaster's plan. He won't blame us for doing this."

Old Tang whispered as he wandered around the hall, trying to see if he could find any secret formations.

After listening to Old Tang's explanation, Hu Jiusan's guilt was mostly relieved. He relaxed his mind, closed his eyes, and looked downwards to see if he could use the escape technique to directly enter the underground palace below.

However, his spiritual consciousness was like a drop in the ocean, disappearing without a trace after going less than three feet.

The entire underground palace was surrounded by a constantly changing formation. It was almost impossible to break into the underground palace without alerting his fellow brothers who were guarding the tomb.

Just thinking of those senior brothers, Hu Jiusan suddenly came to his senses.

"That's not right! Uncle, wait a minute, there's something wrong with this."

"What, what happened?" Old Tang felt a little guilty.

"Since this is the arrangement of the Grandmaster, and this matter may be related to the Human Emperor Flag that is causing chaos in Dongzhou, then you should directly inform all the Heavenly Masters with the order of the Sect Master.

"Choose an auspicious day, open the underground palace according to the normal procedures, take out the object, and then exit the same way you came.

"Why are you being so sneaky? Could it be..."

Hu Jiusan looked at his unreliable uncle with suspicion.

Old Tang snorted, then admitted in a disingenuous manner, "Well, yeah, I came here just to rob the tomb. It would be boring to just walk in openly."

"Think about it, Xiao Hu. The opportunity to rob your own ancestor's tomb with a clear reason and evidence is rare in the world, and this is the only chance you have right now.

"Wouldn't you be tempted to have a time-transcending contest with the Grandmaster?
"This is the heritage of our Longhu Mountain."

Old Tang seduces Hu Jiusan.

Hu Jiusan was indeed a little moved, but he was rational and still wanted him to make excuses.

However, Old Tang had already planned it. He made a hushing gesture and pointed at Little Tang who was looking at the mural.

"You are an elder, you can't lie in front of children.

"Tell me, do you want to?"

Hu Jiusan was silent for a while, and could only speak out his heart, "I want to"

Old Tang, "That's right, let's get to work!"

Hu Jiusan: "Oh."

The uncle and nephew were strolling around the hall, while Xiao Tang was watching the bags.

Old Tang left some useful magical tools with Little Tang.

Since Xiao Tang had no experience and could not help, he sat in the corner with a big bag on his back after entering the hall, looking up at the murals around him.

However, there was no useful information in the mural. Xiao Tang looked at it for a long time and felt it was boring, so he stood up and imitated his grandfather and uncle, and started strolling around the hall.

The interior of this hall is also different from that of ordinary mausoleums. There are no statues or tablets. Apart from murals and pillars supporting the roof, there is only a blank stele in the center.

Old Tang and Hu Jiusan have checked this inscriptionless stele several times but found nothing. They are now discussing whether to go to the back mountain and the sacred road to take a look.

Xiao Tang looked at the inscriptionless stele and thought of the messy little stories Zhang Ze had told him, and he began to have ideas.

He thought for a while, then put down the big bag in his arms and began to take things out of his small pocket.

The melon seeds grown by Fu Ji, the oranges grown by Xiao Xue, and the signature pancakes of Qianji Pavilion.

The latest model from Qianji Pavilion is an eight-fold small walnut that can be enlarged to serve as a screen.

The latest volume of "The Path to Heaven" written by Zhang Ze before he entered.

The Fire Kirin Taoist Talisman Spear, "The Romantic History of the Dragon and Tiger Mountain's Successive Masters" and a bunch of other miscellaneous stuff were placed in front of the stone tablet by Xiao Tang as tribute.

Then he took out the diary disguised as Feng Shui secrets from the big bag.

It was placed respectfully in the middle of the pile of tributes.

Finally, he took a small cushion and placed it on the ground. Xiao Tang knelt on it and kowtowed three times to the monument without any words on it.

"Grandmaster, we have discovered the secret in your diary. Can we go in and take a look?"

After saying that, he kowtowed three more times.

Xiao Tang didn't know whether this method would work, but since he was here, he had to ask.

Besides, it’s free, so why not give it a try?

As a disciple, a candidate for the next headmaster, and the future leader of Longhu Mountain, you have to bring some gifts when visiting the master's home.

Let the ancestor also use the eight-fold small walnut to feel the rapid changes in Dongzhou.

Xiao Tang's voice was neither loud nor soft, and both Old Tang and Hu Jiusan looked over here.

Old Tang didn't care, because the last time he came during the day, he had done the same thing. However, he didn't ask if he could go in, but casually reported the current situation of Longhu Mountain to the ancestor.

This is a tradition. When Old Tang was still an apprentice, he came here with the previous generation of the master and listened to his master chattering for an entire afternoon.

Xiao Tang learned the passive skill of the leader of Longhu Mountain by himself, and he is obviously very promising.

However, just as Old Tang was about to step forward to praise Little Tang, he saw a word appear on the wordless monument.

【Row】

Old Tang, “.”

Hu Jiusan, “.”

Hu Jiusan suddenly felt a little cold. He tugged at Old Tang's sleeve and said, "Uncle Master, why don't we come back during the day? I'm cold."

"You're so cold, have you forgotten what you do?
"At your age and with your level of cultivation, what are you afraid of? Don't tell others that you are from Longhu Mountain when you go out."

Old Tang glared at Hu Jiusan.

"How can it be the same? If you encounter a corpse demon or evil spirit outside, a thunder spell will be enough, but this is the ancestor. He can't be alive forever, watching us like this until now."

However, before Hu Jiusan finished speaking, words appeared on the inscriptionless monument again.

[Don’t worry, I died a long time ago] Old Tang, “.”

Hu Jiusan, “.”

Old Tang was also a little nervous. He took advantage of the situation and said, "How about we come back tomorrow, when it's daylight, and then call everyone along."

Hu Jiusan, "Master uncle is right."

This matter has nothing to do with cultivation or anything else. The main reason is that it is too outrageous, so outrageous that it is absurd.

How should I put it? It's like, you go home, take a shower, get in bed, scroll through your phone, and get ready for sleep. Then, when you turn around, you see your deceased grandmother, cradling an urn, lying next to you with her legs crossed. She doesn't care if you borrow a premium membership from the website...

And asked you affectionately if you want to eat oranges...

Old Tang waved his hand, called Xiao Tang back, and asked him to bring back the diary.

After taking the diary from Xiao Tang, Lao Tang spoke to the stone tablet.

"Well, Grandmaster, it's getting late today. I will come to see you tomorrow. We will take our leave now. You don't have to see me off."

However, just as Old Tang and Hu Jiusan were about to take Little Tang away, a door appeared silently next to the stone tablet.

The dark and slender gate looked like a ghost, the same size as the stone tablet.

【Since you are here, come in and do it. 】

Another line of words appeared on the blank stone tablet.

Old Tang and Hu Jiusan didn't respond this time. They took Little Tang and walked quickly towards the gate of Xiantang.

However, the moment he stepped out of the hall, the world turned upside down, and even Hu Jiusan was unable to react.

At that moment, he felt as if all things in the world had lost their form, transformed into primordial spirit. And he himself, like the primordial giant and the innate Dao fetus in myth and legend, slumbered within that chaotic egg.

Old Tang saw even more than that. After all, he had once set foot in the Mahayana realm. At that moment, he even had the illusion that he was about to merge into the chaos.

As for Xiao Tang... he was in a very low state and was not hurt at all. He just felt a blackness in front of his eyes, and when he opened his eyes again, he found himself sitting in a bright tomb passage.

The ancestor’s underground palace is bright and clear.

The ancestor, or rather the shadow of the ancestor, was standing in front of Xiao Tang, looking at him with his head tilted.

The shadow was very faint, but the face was still clearly visible. It was the appearance of the founder when he was young.

The ancestor was wearing a loose green Taoist robe, but his hair was tied up very neatly. His cheeks were thin, and his pair of phoenix eyes looked at Xiao Tang with interest.

"It's boring. I was just teasing you. Look how scared you are. Don't tell others that you are my descendants when you get out." The shadow of the ancestor looked at Old Tang and Hu Jiusan who were still unconscious and shook his head.

"You, you are not dead and have lived until now?" Xiao Tang was not afraid, he asked curiously.

"You're overthinking it, kid." The shadow of the ancestor laughed, "Everything in the world has its end, even the stubborn stone, and so am I."

"What about you?" Xiao Tang stretched out his hand to touch it, but his hand went straight through the master's body.

"Just a wisp of breeze, a remnant of sound. I am the last thought I left before my death, enclosed in that stone tablet.

"I will be awakened only when someone unlocks the secrets of the Feng Shui book and brings it into the Hall of Enjoyment."

The shadow of the founder waved his hand, and Old Tang's treasure bag was opened directly, and the Longhu Mountain Iron Scroll that he never left behind floated into the hands of the founder.

"It's okay, this thing is not lost."

The shadow of the ancestor looked at the names on the iron scroll, watched those names change from familiar to unfamiliar, sighed, and returned it to Xiao Tang.

"Tell me about that book of Feng Shui secrets."

"Okay, it's like this..."

After verifying the identities of Xiao Tang and Lao Tang, and inquiring about the diary, the shadow of the ancestor nodded, then walked deeper into the tomb with his hands behind his back, and motioned Xiao Tang to follow quickly.

"I don't have much time, so please come with me."

Xiao Tang responded, but he first checked Lao Tang and Hu Jiusan's breathing, then shook them. Seeing that they were not awake at all, Xiao Tang had no choice but to take out two small quilts and cover them, then quickly followed the shadow of the ancestor.

"This underground palace isn't buried underground, but rather hidden somewhere between air and reality, between illusion and truth. It's ethereal and uncertain. Without the diary and me as guides, no one can enter."

The shadow of the ancestor explained.

"Now that we're here, what's the secret you're hiding? Can you tell me directly?" Xiao Tang asked.

"I'm sorry, I don't know." The Grandmaster's avatar shook his head. "I am me, but I'm not me. What you see before you is just a fleeting thought. I can't remember many things. Besides, in a few hours, I'll be gone."

"No." Xiao Tang was a little anxious, thinking that the level of cultivation in the four continents was much higher than that in the early years of Dongqi. Maybe there was a way to let the ancestor live again.

The virtual image of the ancestor also saw Xiao Tang's thoughts.

"I have lived a carefree life for half my life and toiled for the other half. I have seen the mountains I should have seen and walked the roads I should have walked.

“You don’t have to worry about this old ghost of mine anymore.

"Because, I'm tired.

"This is your time now, not mine."

The shadow of the ancestor said.

"Don't think about those things, just follow me closely."

"Ok."

After walking for a long time, Xiao Tang felt that the tomb passage seemed to have no end. The feeling of being in it was somewhat similar to the illusion of the jade book.

Perhaps because he was bored, Xiao Tang started chatting with the shadow of his ancestor about the changes in the outside world.

After learning that Dongqi was gone and the four sects had become six, the founder just chuckled and didn't say much.

Afterwards they talked about Qianji Pavilion, Baiyao Sect, the current situation of the three tribes, and the war that destroyed Central Continent.

The shadow of the ancestor just listened quietly.

Although Xiao Tang talks a lot, there is always an end to some things that can only be said briefly. After saying that there is nothing more to say, Xiao Tang asked a question.

"You don't know what secret you're hiding? Do you know why you're doing this?"

The shadow was silent for a long time, then spoke.

"It must be to pay off a debt. I..., here we are."

The shadow of the ancestor stopped and turned to look at Xiao Tang.

In a daze, Xiao Tang's bright tomb passage disappeared.

In its place was a room that was equally bright, but empty.

"Take that thing out." The master said to Xiao Tang with his back to the room.

"What should I bring?" Xiao Tang tiptoed and looked inside, but saw nothing.

"Take whatever you have." The shadow of the founder still had his back to the room.

“But there’s nothing there.”

"impossible."

"Really? See for yourself if you don't believe me."

"I do not watch."

"If you don't look, how can you know it's impossible? Maybe you didn't lose it."

"No way, I'm not. Where's the stuff?"

The shadow of the ancestor looked back and saw that the room was indeed empty.

Xiao Tang shook his head, indicating that he knew nothing.

In fantasy.

Zhang Ze and his master Li Guanqi were asking each other questions to prevent the other from sinking into this illusion.

Li Guanqi, "Where did I find you?"

Zhang Ze, "What do you mean by picking up? That sounds so ugly.

"You are the disciple I met in Xiaotun Village, fifty miles east of You County.

"At that time, you saw that my disciple was handsome, talented, and had the potential to become a great emperor. You were moved by his talent and brought him back to the Sword Sect."

Li Guanqi, "Enough of the nonsense, it's your turn to ask me."

Zhang Ze, "Then I asked."

Li Guanqi, "If you have to fart, do it now."

Zhang Ze asked a few boring questions naturally, but after his master answered them one by one naturally, he suddenly attacked.

"Who was your first lover?"

Li Guanqi: "Yes"

Old Li only said one word before he came to his senses. He looked at Zhang Ze, the little bastard, pointed at the door and said, "Get lost."

"Hey, disciple, I'll get out of here now."

(End of this chapter)