Reborn as the spoiled male wife of the mortal enemy

After a few days, it was the day to dig up the tomb.

Nanchun carried the tools he had prepared and went down to the tomb again.

He quickened his pace, walking all the way to the bronze door. He pulled a piece of wire from his bag, twisted it into a circle, and inserted it through the crack in the door, hooking it onto the tapping stone. Then he used a wooden board to support the tapping stone and slowly pushed it inward, causing it to stand upright and leave the groove behind the door.

With a loud bang, the tap stone behind the gate fell to the ground.

Nanchun didn't rush in, but instead used a wooden board to push the door open a small gap. He then quickly stepped back a few steps and waited quietly for a while.

There was no strange smell or strange smoke coming out.

He then stepped forward and pushed the door open with a wooden board. The bronze door slowly opened. He stood at the door holding a torch and looked inside. The space inside was very large.

Where the firelight shone, what came into view were thick and tall stone pillars. The stone pillars must have been carefully polished through countless processes, and their surfaces were covered with a faint luster.

The carvings on the pillars are exquisitely crafted. The cloud and water patterns in the background resemble a fairyland of mist and rippling water. Within this fairyland, dragons and phoenixes spread their wings, ready to take flight. Their forms are so lifelike that they seem ready to soar from the stone pillars and soar into the sky at any moment.

The lotus-shaped capital is intricately carved, with each petal clearly layered and arranged in an orderly manner, as if a lotus is blooming on the top of the stone pillar.

Nanchun's heart was beating fast. This was indeed the place he was looking for.

"Grandpa, Xiaofeng, Shitou... I really found the underground palace! The real underground palace!"

Nanchun suppressed his excitement and walked in carefully. He took out a candle from his bag, lit it and placed it in the southeast direction.

Seeing that the candle was burning well and the flame was not extinguished, he breathed a sigh of relief and walked forward boldly.

There seemed to be bright lights like stars in the sky not far away.

Nanchun held up a torch, trying to see what it was, but the light couldn't reach that side. He looked up and counted them. There were seven in total, looking very much like the Big Dipper hanging in the sky.

Next to the stone pillars were bronze multi-branched lamps like those in the outer corridor. Under each lamp were piles of gold, silver, and jade, which shone brightly in the firelight.

The oil in the lamps was not completely burned out, so Nanchun lit them one by one, and the underground palace slowly became brighter.

There were twenty-eight huge stone pillars in total, with a circular stone platform in the middle. After all the lamps were lit, colorful lights and shadows descended from the sky.

Nanchun looked up and was stunned by the scene before her.

The top of the palace was inlaid with many gems, which sparkled in the firelight. Small houses in the style of a palace were built on the high walls around it.

The hip roof is covered with golden glazed tiles, and the walls of the palace are made of red bricks and stones. The colors are bright and very luxurious.

There are many palaces, which are well-arranged and magnificent. At first glance, it seems that they are on the top of the mountain in the clouds, and they are like a fairy palace.

This made Nanchun think of the ninety-ninth letter home.

Qinghua and his companions were injured by poison needles on the bridge, and they began to have hallucinations after being poisoned.

The palace stands tall and majestic, magnificent and splendid. Every five steps there is a building, and every ten steps there is a pavilion. It is magnificent and ingenious.

If the scene they saw at that time was like this, does it mean that they also saw the underground fairy palace?

Nanchun thought: If that were true, that would be great.

The grand hall, surrounded by twenty-eight massive stone pillars, was imposing. High in the center stood a massive golden lotus pedestal, upon which sat a figure sitting cross-legged.

Nanchun didn't dare to get close. He walked lightly to the front of the golden lotus platform and looked at the person on it from afar.

The man's body had shriveled up, but his hair was still there, and his clothes made of gold and jade were intact.

The Big Dipper he had seen before was right above his head, looking like huge luminous pearls.

In front of the golden lotus platform, there is a long table made of jade, on which are placed seven small golden lotus platforms, which are also in the shape of the Big Dipper.

"Seven Star Lamp?" Nanchun was very surprised.

The Seven-Star Lamp is also called the soul-calling lamp and the life-extending lamp.

Could it be that someone wants to summon the soul and prolong the life of the person on the golden lotus platform?

But the person is already dead, why extend his life?

Nanchun walked to a small palace that was relatively close to him and located at a lower position. He gently pushed open the vermilion door and was greeted by rows of neatly arranged porcelain vases.

The glazes on these porcelain vases are as smooth as a mirror, with a soft and warm luster. The glaze colors are rich and varied, some are as white as jade, pure and flawless; some are as green as jade; and some are as colorful as a gorgeous painting.

Each one is a top-quality product.

Nanchun was extremely surprised. He looked up at the palace on the wall.

If all these palaces were filled with burial objects, then it would be true as the rumors say, that finding the underground fairy palace would mean possessing countless wealth.

Nanchun turned around and looked at the person on the golden lotus platform.

Suddenly I felt that he was not that scary after all.

He slowly walked to the lotus platform and found that there was lamp oil and wick in the center of the small lotus platform on the long table.

Nanchun took out the water bag and washed his hands, then put his hands together and bowed devoutly.

"Although I don't know if I can help you prolong your life, I will light the lamp for you. I will stay here for a long time... and may come to disturb you often. But don't worry, I will add oil to these lotus lamps frequently.

"I won't take the treasures from the small palaces either. I just want to learn when they were made and how they were made. I'll write them down so that if someone comes back in the future, they'll have a clearer understanding," Nanchun said.

After he finished speaking, he lit the seven star lamps in order.

The lights made the golden lotus platform sparkle.

Nanchun looked carefully at the person on the lotus platform. His hair was very long.

Continue life...

Nanchun suddenly remembered the story his grandfather told him when he was a child.

Legend has it that there was a Taoist priest who practiced an ancient method of cultivating immortality called the Taiyin Form Refining Technique.

When practicing this method, the soul of a person will not dissipate after death, but will enter a netherworld called Taiyin, and begin a journey of cultivation that may last for a few years or even decades.

During this period, although the practitioner's physical body in the world of the living will decay, his internal organs will not decay, and his nails and hair will grow normally.

After a long period of cultivation, when the cultivator's spirit reaches perfection in the Taiyin world, his physical body will be reborn. At that time, the cultivator will no longer be a mortal, but will achieve enlightenment and become an immortal.

No wonder the mural ends with the tomb owner traveling around the mountains and rivers, then sitting on the top of a mountain and becoming an immortal, entering a free and unrestrained fairyland.

It turns out that the tomb owner wanted to resurrect and become an immortal through the Taiyin Refining Technique!

Although he was unsuccessful, he left behind countless treasures.

"These treasures will be passed down forever, just as you will always be alive." Nanchun looked at him and said.