039.Enter the tomb
Dongli is a small country, and it is impossible for a princess who died young to have a large-scale tomb. Zhu Lezhi cannot see qi, so his eyes are of no use at this moment.
But Shang Changheng was determined to dig up the princess's grave, and seeing that Zhu Lezhi failed, he began to release evil energy unscrupulously in broad daylight. Qingling discovered that their evil tricks were actually very similar. The grayish-white thick fog created by Shang Changheng was actually not much different from Dagui's tricks, but Dagui was blessed with sorcery, and its body was no match for Shang Changheng, so it became someone else's meal.
In the thick fog, Shang Changheng is undoubtedly the king.
Zhu Lezhi looked at the sky with some worry, and whispered: "This noise is too loud..."
When Qing Ling heard this, he knew what Zhu Lezhi was worried about. Shang Changheng was such a powerful evil spirit that he had never seen before, and he was bound to become a thorn in the side of the Heavenly Dao. So he reached out and grabbed Shang Changheng's sleeve, shook his head at him, and said softly: "How about... I give it a try."
Two pairs of eyes quickly focused on him. They were Miao Yuan and Zhu Lezhi, both of them looked quite interested.
Shang Changheng nodded, and the thick fog suddenly dissipated at this moment, the sky reappeared, and the dark cloud that was obscured by the thick fog also quietly dissipated in a place where no one could see.
Both Zhu Lezhi and Miao Yuan admitted that Qingling was indeed extremely talented, but Qingling himself was not keen on this aspect, and they had no relationship with him, so the two of them couldn't say anything. In this situation, if there was someone doing underground work, it would not be difficult to give him some advice, but Qingling, who knew only a little about the shady business, said he wanted to give it a try, then the two of them really wanted to see for themselves.
Qingling got back into the carriage and took what he needed.
He just remembered an ancient curse recorded on a bamboo slip. In fact, paper was already used during the Great Zhou Dynasty. Bamboo slips existed in an even more ancient era. The words on them were carved and coated with some kind of pigment, so they were still clearly visible after more than a thousand years.
Qingling lit a stick of incense and used the ashes to write and draw on the ground. When the incense went out, he lit it again.
Zhu Lezhi whispered, "This incense... is soul-guiding incense. It's not cheap in the ghost market."
As the name suggests, soul-calling incense is incense that can summon souls, no matter whether they are ghosts or living souls. There are many different ways to call back souls in the world today, but the one who can produce soul-calling incense must be a family or sect that has inherited ancient secret techniques.
She glanced at Miao Yuan and asked, "Do you have this thing in Wu Nian Temple?"
Miao Yuan was silent for a moment and then said, "Before you called it the name of soul-guiding incense, I had only read about it in books."
In other words, he had never even seen it.
Their eyes fell on Qingling again.
After Qing Ling finished drawing the strange rune with great effort, he wiped the sweat off his face and his face turned pale. This was not something that could be done with just a casual draw. He needed to use the little Qi he had cultivated. But Qing Ling didn't know that other people had practiced for two days and couldn't even gather up the Qi, let alone use it to cast spells.
When he tried to stand up, he swayed for a moment, and was then supported by a cold hand. It was Shang Changheng standing beside him. He heard the evil spirit whisper, "Forget it, I'll do it."
Qing Ling shook his head tiredly. He had not slept well due to the long journey, and now he looked exhausted. He handed the unused incense in his hand to Shang Changheng and said, "Hold it for me."
Shang Changheng could only continue. Qingling broke free from his support. His expression was no longer as calm and peaceful as usual, but inexplicably solemn, as if... he was about to preside over some ceremony. Qingling made a strange hand gesture with his hands.
"cry."
The hand gestures changed.
"not."
The hand gestures changed again.
"Buzz."
The simple pronunciation of the words seemed to have no meaning, but when spoken from Qingling's mouth they strangely caused a certain reaction, such as the sound of the wind, even the sunlight and floating clouds, all things in the world seemed to be responding to Qingling. As his hand gestures and the pronunciation of the words changed, Qingling also had an indescribable mysterious feeling, as if he could talk to many things.
The world, plants, sand, rocks, wind and clouds.
Listen to Him and respond to Him.
The runes drawn on the ground with the ashes of soul-guiding incense were also changing accordingly.
Zhu Lezhi's face changed. She was different from Miaoyuan who only practiced physical training and rarely practiced magic. She knew too well how incredible the magic was that could make real things change.
The moment the spell was finished, Qing Ling's strength was drained out and he fell down violently. As expected, he was caught in Shang Changheng's arms. He took a breath, pointed in a direction, and said, "Go to the third hill in front and dig it up."
Qing Ling himself was surprised that it actually worked. In fact, he was just trying it out. In addition to the spell, there were only simple hand gestures and a few Chinese characters drawn on the bamboo slips. There was also only one word engraved on the outside of the bamboo slips: "卜."
It is an ancient divination technique.
Qingling figured out the purpose himself. No matter if it was to find someone or something or to ask about something, he should be able to use this divination technique. It all depends on whether God is willing to give him this favor.
The purpose of soul-guiding incense is to respect heaven.
Unexpectedly, it was quite useful. Qingling had no grudge against the Princess Dongli, but she had already taken action. Qingling would always feel uneasy if he could not deal with it properly.
So when Shang Changheng insisted on having this meal, Qingling did not stop him. When Shang Changheng half hugged and half embraced him, Qingling leaned close to his ear and whispered in his dying breath: "Don't leave any trouble for the future."
Shang Changheng curled his lips. He had long known that his little wife was of the same mind as him.
He wanted to become stronger. It was an instinct. He swallowed the evil spirits' yin energy and everything that could help him become stronger. But there was another reason for his rage. Shang Changheng knew it very well. Those ignorant creatures were coveting his wife, so they deserved to die.
And Qingling never objected from beginning to end. He also wanted to kill the evil spirit. At least on this matter, they had a tacit understanding.
"I understand." Shang Changheng said.
What a coincidence, he also likes to root out the evil.
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Digging graves is a dirty job, and the two people from the famous and upright families were not willing to do it at first, but Qingling leaned weakly in Shang Changheng's arms, with a pale face and lowered eyes, and said: "But she wants to harm people."
The victim himself is standing here, intact.
Miaoyuan wanted to get rid of harm for the people from the beginning, so after finding an excuse, he didn't care much. He put the Buddhist beads around his neck, and without any tools in his hands, he just used his fists to blast a hole in the ground.
Zhu Lezhi hid far away. With Shang Changheng beside Qingling, he was not touched by any dust until the ground suddenly collapsed. It was clearly summer, but in an instant, a cold air gushed out from the gap in the tomb. Qingling's face changed slightly, and he shrank into Shang Changheng's arms, fearing that a ghost with an unrecognizable face would crawl out of the hole.
But after a while, there was no movement.
Miao Yuan first poked his head in to take a look, then said, "There is a coffin, so it should be the main tomb chamber."
The point that Qingling had pointed out was actually just an approximate location. He did not expect Miaoyuan to blast directly into the main tomb chamber. He looked back at Shang Changheng and asked, "What should we do?"
"The thing inside won't come out." Zhu Lezhi also moved closer, "It's strange, there's such a strong negative energy in here, it must be something powerful... Well, well, we dug up her grave, why is she still not making any noise? Is the evil spirit so good-tempered now?"
She wanted to say something, but when she thought of the even scarier person standing behind her, she swallowed the disrespectful title.
The two of them looked inside, and Miao Yuan said, "There seems to be a mural inside... Wait, Mr. Zhu, look at the coffin."
They both adjusted their directions to allow the sunlight to shine in. Zhu Lezhi squinted his eyes for a long time before saying, "That thing on the coffin... is a formation, why does it look so familiar to me? It seems..."
Miao Yuan said slowly: "It is used to raise evil spirits. If my guess is correct, there are also things to calm the soul in the coffin, and... that doesn't seem to be a mural either."
He turned around and said to Shang Changheng and Qingling, "You two donors, please come and take a look. I'm sure it will look familiar to you."
Miao Yuan jumped down first, followed by Zhu Lezhi. Qing Ling was carried down by Shang Changheng. As soon as they entered the tomb, Miao Yuan lit the tinder, and Qing Ling finally saw the tomb clearly. After all, it was the princess's tomb. The coffin was gorgeous, and there were many funerary objects placed there. But what surprised Qing Ling was that the exquisite strokes on the wall were covered with a layer of dense runes with unknown pigments, including the exquisite coffin.
The coffin was engraved with an evil-raising array, and the walls were decorated with soul-calming spells.
"This mural..." Zhu Lezhi said after walking around, "It seems that this is indeed the tomb of the daughter of the King of Dongli. This girl was of noble status when she was alive. She should be the only daughter of the King of Dongli back then. She died young. Look, she had just been engaged before she died. It seems that the man is from another country. He should also be of high status. This is a marriage of peace. After death, she was buried in a grand manner. But this tomb... what's going on? Do you want to open the coffin and take a look?"
Qingling felt that Miaoyuan was right. The scene of the tomb did look familiar, except that Shang Changheng was in a worse situation. He had no burial objects, not even a coffin or an outer coffin. The whole room was filled with things for suppressing evil. At least the princess got a place to raise her evil spirits.
"Hey, look here." Zhu Lezhi pointed at one of the murals. "This word... is 岺, right? This princess is called 岺. This word is rarely used to describe a princess. Dongli is... there was an unprecedented earthquake, and this mountain range was cut off. After that, natural disasters occurred year after year until the birth of Princess 岺. The disasters stopped, and the princess was regarded as a good omen and was loved. After that, she was married, died of illness, and was buried... Hey!"
Zhu Lezhi pointed to the last mural depicting a grand funeral and said, "None of us are familiar with the secret art of Feng Shui. Take a look at the tomb of Princess Ling. It's quite interesting. According to the mural, the terrain here is very bad now, and there is no water vein. But in this painting, it is clearly shaped like an inverted basin, with gold and water. This is not only a good tomb, but it is also buried right on the dragon vein."
Qingling looked at the mural. Many people were bowing and some were dancing in front.
He pointed and asked, "So what are they doing?"
Zhu Lezhi was stunned for a moment and said, "I don't know, maybe he is paying homage to the princess."
"No, no matter how popular a princess is, there won't be so many people kneeling and bowing at her burial." Qing Ling recalled what he saw in his dream, the palace that he couldn't escape from, and the princess who was full of resentment, and slowly expressed his guess: "It was... a sacrifice."
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