When it comes to the methods of the alchemist, the ink carp is the level of the ten orifices that have passed the nine orifices.
If the alchemist harms people, if it is alchemy, because some of the raw materials are medicinal materials, he can still know some, and the other can't even understand.
"Gloomy wood? Buckle a porcelain bowl?"
Mo Li is very at a loss, how can this harm people
Meng Qi couldn't help laughing bitterly, he naturally knew that the alchemist's methods were quite absurd, but many people believed it.
"How much does the doctor know about Gloomy Wood?"
"Gloomy wood has a saying of warding off evil spirits and suppressing the house, because it is rare and the price is high." Mo Li thought about it, and only said the most basic things.
The so-called gloomy wood is actually the wood accidentally buried in the ground or in the deep cement sand.
There is also a quagmire that does not damage the bones, and the meaning of the light clothing when entering Huatang is very popular.
But this is not a treasure that ordinary people can use or even see. Therefore, although there is a saying that good luck wards off evil spirits, the world usually believes that ordinary people and people with insufficient luck cannot afford such treasures.
A gloomy tree was also found in Qimao Mountain, but it was found after the mountain torrent washed away the river and the flood receded. The people did not know it, and Xue Zhixian saw it himself, and then concluded that it was a gloomy tree.
Later, with a big wave of Xue Zhixian's hand, he directly divided the piece of wood into several sections.
Among them is a pen holder, which was given to Mr. Qin by Xue Lingjun.
Mo Li has heard many sayings about the gloomy wood from the teacher. This thing sounds extraordinary, and it is indeed rare. In fact, it is only because it is buried in the ground where the sun is not visible, and it is squeezed by the earth veins, and finally the wood changes.
If it becomes too powerful, it becomes coal and can only be used for burning.
The gloomy wood still has its original shape, and some even have the aroma of wood after being cut. Because many trees may become gloomy wood, there is a difference between gloomy wood and gloomy wood.
The piece in the Yali of Zhushan County is Chinese fir, with a slight aroma.
Except for Xue Zhixian and Master Li, no one else knows the goods, and they don't know how precious they are. There are often yamen clerks who act casually when wiping, which makes Master Li cry out of heartache.
On the other hand, Xue Zhixian and Qin Lu waited for him, and Mo Li was influenced by them and didn't pay much attention to Gloomy Wood.
The box in front of me with the gold wire armor is much worse, both in terms of material and engraving.
"The emperor of the Chen Dynasty used gloomy wooden coffins as the highest funeral etiquette. However, gloomy woods are hard to come by, and it is even more difficult to get them big enough to be used as coffins. The alchemist did what he liked, and said gloomy wood was not. The powerful and powerful are not available, and there is a saying that it is fortunate."
Meng Qi also didn't want to understand this, but he was a national teacher in the Chu Dynasty, and these crooked and heretical stories were as many as they were on weekdays. The objects that Qin Tianjian presented as sacrifices to the national fortune were mostly made of gloomy wood.
Meng Qi picked up the broken box and continued: "The more valuable things have always been, the more they can make a fuss. What about the powerful, the higher the status, the more people will be calculated, whether it is for power or interests, they are eager for them to hurry up. Kill it. The thing that suppresses luck can naturally turn into a disaster, is the alchemist's rhetoric absurd? No, as long as someone listens to it, it can prevail."
Mo Li understood and asked, "So, what happened to the porcelain bowl?"
"The bones of people who died in vain were taken, ground into powder, mixed with china clay, and then made by alchemists to pretend to be ghosts, and finally fired to make a cursed object."
After listening to Meng Qi's words, Mo Li moved for a while, and finally understood why the gerbil stopped him from touching the bowl at that time.
Cursing and killing is bullshit, but this kind of thing is really disgusting.
"Golden silk armor is something that Jianghu people are fighting for. How can it involve the filth of the dignitaries in the court?" Mo Li still couldn't understand.
Meng Qi asked back, "Is the golden silk armor considered an evil thing?"
If this was a burial item stolen from the imperial mausoleum, and many people died because of this, bloodstains can be seen on it now, according to the world, it is indeed fierce.
"You said that the place where the box was buried is the spiritual cave, can the alchemist find the spiritual cave?"
"... This, maybe?" Mo Li was also not sure.
There will always be a little vision in the spiritual cave, after all, the vegetation is growing vigorously.
The ink carp was chasing after the aura, and the alchemist couldn't see the aura, but the wind, fog, rain, snow, dawn, moonlight, and birds and beasts could all be used as the basis for judgment. A place like Qimao Mountain is full of spiritual energy. Like Yongzhou now, if there is spiritual energy, the most intuitive feeling of people is different, and it is impossible to hide it.
Meng Qi threw away the box and said lightly, "That's right. Burying the spiritual cave, that is, the ley lines, should not only be aimed at one person, but a family or even a country."
The ink carp's expression changed slightly.
Forget about one family, the so-called one country is probably talking about dragon veins!
People in the world believe that if you can ascend to the honor of Ninety-five, your family and surname must be protected by dragon veins.
But this is bullshit!
Taijing has dragon veins, to whom does it belong? Could it be that if the emperor with a surname changed, the Taijing Dragon Vessel would follow suit? This is probably not blessing, but doing business, and whoever has the ability will trade with whomever.
Ink carp as Qimao Mountain... Oh no, the dragon vein of Jimao Mountain.
There is really no one who can be the emperor in Ji Feoshan!
Xue Zhixian can't do it, he just wants to live comfortably and freely.
Qin Lu can't do it. The old gentleman has the heart to save the world, but he hates being arrogant and arrogant, and he can't rub the sand in his eyes.
Not to mention the people of Zhushan County. Many people do not know the characters and their vision is limited. When it comes to overthrowing the dynasty and replacing it, they may prefer to let the gods they burn incense and worship every day become civil and military officials and emperors, so that the world will be stable. Of course, Xue Lingjun is highly respected and should be able to continue to be a minor official in the court of the immortals. After death, he may directly become an immortal!
"What are the rumors about dragon veins in Yongzhou?" Mo Li asked with a sullen face.
It is nonsense that the dragon veins bless the dynasty, but the dragon veins do exist. If someone kills them as the emperor's death-free gold medal, it will be a real injustice.
Although Meng Qi also felt that someone was attacking the dragon veins, intending to compete for the world, but Meng Qi never imagined that Mo Li was confirming the "victimized dragon" and preparing to avenge his companions at this time.
"The current emperor of the Qi Dynasty, Lu Zhang, is from Qiong County, Yongzhou." Meng Qi said meaningfully, "Qing County is in the southeast of Yongzhou, where the Qi Dynasty built the imperial mausoleum and the ancestral temple to worship the ancestors of the Lu family."
Mo Li listened, took out the map for comparison, and found that the Tibetan Fengguan where Qingwu Patriarch was located was less than thirty miles away from Qiong County.
This Qingwu Patriarch is a suspicious apprentice who intends to rebel. He is good at Feng Shui, likes to interact with the powerful, and even claims that the golden silk armor comes from the Mausoleum of Emperor Li...
"He also buried 80% of this thing, breaking the Qi Dynasty dragon vein?" Meng Qi sneered.
Mo Li rubbed his brows and pondered, "Yongzhou has been suffering from droughts one after another, and the people are struggling. How is the situation in Qiong County?"
"The southeast of Yongzhou is relatively wealthy, and it is close to Taijing. It should only be affected by the locust plague last year." Meng Qi is now sane and clear about current affairs, and he thinks of it after a little memory.
"Then Yongzhou has... what anecdote? For example, a certain mountain suddenly gave birth to a lot of elixir, a certain river has a lot of fish and mussels, and the local people have a long life, etc.?"
When Meng Qi heard the word "fish fat", his eyes couldn't help wandering, and he looked at the ink carp.
… not fat.
No, it's hard to say, Meng Qi thought of his original form.
The original form should have nothing to do with the human form, so how big is a fish
big palm? The kind that the fat doll is holding on the New Year's picture? Or overturn a fishing boat
Facing the doctor who was well-mannered and behaved like a gentleman, Meng Qi couldn't think of a picture of the other side flipping the fishing boat with one tail.
Compared with the size of the fat mouse, Meng Guoshi was a little frustrated. Fortunately, fish did not eat mice, so he and the doctor did not have an instinctive disgust.
Meng Qi originally thought that the ink carp was good enough, but after getting smaller, it was completely different from what he saw when he returned to human form. Gerbils are so small that they often don't see all of the ink carp, but only a certain part.
Like the neck, or the wrist...
Magnified countless times, including details that are hard to notice when you are a human.
When I returned to the perspective of a normal person again, when I saw the doctor again, the degree of admiration and infatuation was even deeper.
Meng Qi didn't speak, Mo Li thought he was thinking.
Mo Li felt that the Meng Qi in front of him was a little unfamiliar. He knew that this was because Meng Qi was gradually recovering. Memory would cause changes in a person. When the memory was complete again, the hidden qualities of this person would be fully revealed.
- How could Meng Qi, who once assisted Emperor Yuan of Chu to pacify the world and created a prosperous world with famous officials of the Chu Dynasty, could be a simple person
"Most of the anecdotes in Yongzhou are concentrated in Qiong County. In my opinion, most of them are fabricated." Meng Qi said without hesitation, "What about the red light from the sky, the unicorn in a dream, and the white tiger Jiahe theory? Touting the auspiciousness of the emperor of the Qi Dynasty, there are no changes in the mountains and rivers you mentioned."
Mo Li breathed a sigh of relief, it would be good if there was no dragon vein accident.
Meng Qi's eyes flashed and he said with a smile: "But the doctor's words reminded me of Mount Shilang in Pingzhou. What? Is this vision related to mountain spirits?"
The ink carp nodded stiffly.
He knew that his question would definitely attract Meng Qi's suspicion.
Meng Qi looked at the golden silk armor and the gloomy wood, and said thoughtfully, "After this thing was dug out, did the spiritual cave recover?"
"No, the depletion of the spiritual caves is due to the earth's veins. The weakening of the earth's veins is related to drought. Can the power of alchemists stop the rain from falling?" Mo Li asked back.
Of course not, if the ancestor of Qingwu had this kind of ability, he would be an immortal.
Meng Qi asked with interest, "Where's Shan Ling? Can Shan Ling be able to control one side's weather?"
"...You're not talking about the mountain spirit, but the Dragon King worshipped by the people!"
Mo Li changed the topic. It should be impossible to adjust the weather and the rain, but it seems that it is barely possible to disperse the clouds and prevent the rain and snow. As a dragon vein, Mo Li does not feel that he is special.
"The doctor has seen the Dragon King?" Meng Qi was chasing after him.
"No."
Mo Li lowered his eyes, he felt that Meng Qi could guess the truth if he kept guessing.
He put away the map, stood up and found a place nearby, and buried the wooden box together with the golden armor.
"The Mausoleum of Emperor Li is in Shangyun Mountain in Taijing. The doctor once asked me if there was mercury in the Mausoleum of Emperor Li, and I was shocked when I heard that the Mausoleum of Emperor Li was stolen. So it seems that there is also a mountain spirit in Shangyun Mountain?"
Meng Qi fixedly looked at Mo Li and said to himself, "But the strange thing is that the doctor has never been to Shangyun Mountain. How can we be sure that there are also mountain spirits there? If we are demons, it is understandable to be close to the mountain spirits, but the doctor Treating my illness, but rushing to Taijing, what does this have to do with Shanling?"
"… "
Mo Li wanted to stun Meng Qi.
Reassuring when you're still confused!