Chapter 262: Emperor Qianlong and Supervisor
"The person who came up with this idea was a supervisor of the Imperial Observatory a thousand years ago. According to records, the supervisor was a self-taught genius who became famous at a young age without any school or sect. He was very famous in the Taoist sect because he had subdued a fierce ghost that had harmed thousands of people. He was honored as the supervisor by the emperor at that time. The emperor at that time did not leave any major political achievements in history. He could be said to have neither merits nor faults. There was only one thing that was criticized. This emperor had no biological children. After his death, he abdicated the throne to a relative. When the next emperor ascended the throne, he found that there was very little money left in the emperor's private treasury. Therefore, this emperor was nicknamed "Spendthrift" by modern people. "Your Majesty." I have gone too far. Let's get back to this supervisor. His name is no longer traceable. The book only records a few interesting stories about him. It says that this supervisor is lazy by nature and never attends court or kowtows to the emperor. Some people scold him for being arrogant, while others say that he is a natural person. Emperor Huaqian didn't care about this and often invited the supervisor to the palace to enjoy flowers and feasts. The supervisor would refuse other things if he could, but he was very active in eating banquets and would attend every banquet. "Lin Hanzhi paused, and a smile appeared on the corner of his lips as if he was reading this document for the first time, "Now that I think about it, this supervisor is a bit similar to you."
Qi Gu showed an expression of having met a fellow traveler, "I wonder what the ancient palace banquets tasted like."
Lin Hanzhi smiled even more deeply, "Should I hire a few more chefs who can cook palace dishes and keep them in the main house?"
Qi Gu: "...No need, just go to the restaurant and eat."
Lin Hanzhi was teasing him on purpose, and continued, "In the fifth year of the prison, a sorcerer was killed by a ghost while on duty. The body was handled in the usual way, with sutras chanted before being buried. But on the seventh day, sounds of nails scratching the coffin and ghosts roaring could be heard from the sorcerer's ancestral tomb in the middle of the night. The sorcerer was from a noble family, so when the news came out, the sorcerer's family members went to the ancestral tomb to investigate. At night, they saw what the people had said during the day. So the person in charge decided to open the coffin on the spot and find a way to resolve the resentment and anger of the person who died suddenly. . After removing the loose soil, seven soul-suppressing nails were dug out at the same time. The corpses inside broke out of the coffins and slaughtered all the disciples present. One of them was even his own child, whom he doted on during his lifetime. But after his death, the child grabbed the peach wood sword that the sorcerer had polished himself during his lifetime, as if he wanted to use it to awaken the other party's mind, but it didn't work. Instead, he was pierced through the heart by a claw, and a big hole was torn in the heart. When someone found the pile of corpses at dawn, the black blood in their hearts had already drained out, and the corpses in the coffins were lying aside, quiet and silent. "
"Not long after, the same corpse-shocking incident happened again. This time, there was no one to investigate, so the corpse escaped. Three similar cases occurred within a short month. The warden decided to investigate the matter himself, so he went to investigate at the ancestral graves of each family, and asked the warlocks in the prison to pay attention to the whereabouts of the two escaped corpses, intending to capture them. The cause of the corpse-shocking was not stated in the book, but it was written that the warden finally decided to bury all the warlocks who died suddenly in the future at the bottom of the Huai'an River to suppress them with the dragon veins." Lin Hanzhi looked at Qi Gu, and seeing that he had no questions, was about to continue -
But Qi Gu's relaxed expression turned serious: "Then are your family members also?"
Lin Hanzhi hummed, "Several decades ago, the dragon vein began to lose its ability to suppress the zombies. The zombies roared and scratched at the bottom of the river, and the noises they made kept the residents on both sides awake at night. Rumors of ghosts at the bottom of the river were rampant. The former director of the Wang Bureau led people to investigate, and finally got inspiration from the zombie that did not escape but settled down, and came up with a new method - the blood of future generations can make the crazy zombies return to silence.
Most of those buried at the bottom of the river are descendants of various aristocratic families and sects. In this case, the blood of future generations can be used to restore peace to them. Because this matter is of great importance, the former director was reluctant to speak out about it, fearing that someone with ulterior motives would interfere. Every year, he only said that the bureau would draw blood for physical examinations, and then send the blood to the bottom of the river to suppress the frightened corpses. ”
"Then your long-term mission..."
"Most of the Lin family members at the bottom of the river are very powerful, so they naturally need my blood more than people from other families, but the Lin family's bloodline is withering," Lin Hanzhi, who used to pretend to be weak in front of Qi Gu's tearful eyes, forced a nonchalant smile, "It's just that I have to go to the bottom of the river to bleed every month, it's actually not a big deal. Just think of it as responding to the country's call to actively donate blood."
Qi Gu placed his head on Lin Hanzhi's shoulder and held his narrow waist tightly with both hands. "I would rather you cry with me like you did before than laugh now."
The forced smile on Lin Hanzhi's lips became stiff, and the corners of his lips slowly straightened. After opening and closing his lips several times, he said, "The bottom of the river is very dark and quiet. The mission needs to be kept secret, and we can't reveal too much to others. In the first few times, Director Wang accompanied me, but Director Wang was too busy and exhausted. He had to squeeze out time to accompany me every time. I told him that I could do it by myself. I'm not a three-year-old child. I need an adult to accompany me to have my blood drawn."
In Qi Gu's mind, an image of the young Lin Hanzhi diving into the river bottom had already emerged. The river bottom was dark, with water plants and stones flickering like floating ghosts. He cut his palms or wrists, or drew blood from his heart. As the blood flowed, he watched his once beloved relatives roaring madly and unconsciously, and even wanted to attack him.
Qi Gu felt his heart being mercilessly tightened by an invisible object. He said with difficulty, "Can you see them?"
Lin Hanzhi closed his eyes and shook his head: "There is a restriction left by the supervisor at the bottom of the river that cannot be broken. All you need to do is leave blood on the external mechanism and the blood will be absorbed. The same steps are used when putting the warlock's body in. The underwater tomb is one that can only be entered but not exited. But I once felt the movement of the frightened corpse inside from madness to calmness outside the cast iron door several meters high."
"That is to say, the warden had anticipated today's outcome thousands of years ago, so he set up a blood-collecting mechanism in advance and left relevant records for future generations." Qi Gu hesitated for a few seconds. "In ancient times, cast iron was very expensive and was not allowed to be sold to the public. Even the gate of this tomb at the bottom of the river is several feet high... Could it be that it was built from the private treasury of the emperor who spent money?"
"I thought so after reading it." Lin Hanzhi said.
"So he is a good emperor. When his ministers wanted to empty his private money, he did it without hesitation..." Qi Gu said, "This time, they will definitely not stay outside the door like before. Mu Xingchen and the others should not be allowed to go."
There must be hundreds or even thousands of corpses of sorcerers accumulated over the past thousand years, and each one must be extremely powerful, and they are not something these youngsters can deal with.
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