Nanfeng entered the courtyard first, followed by Fatty and Zhuge Chanjuan.
There are several trees in the yard, mostly oak trees as thick as the mouth of a bowl. There is a laurel tree in the west area of the middle of the yard. The laurel tree is much thicker than those oak trees and has a large crown.
After walking a few dozen steps, Nanfeng stopped, tilted his head and looked westward, and saw a stone tablet erected under the osmanthus tree. The tablet was seven feet high and five feet wide. It was made of bluestone and seemed to have writings engraved on it.
Fatty and Zhuge Chanjuan also discovered the stone tablet and rushed over to check it out.
Nanfeng withdrew his gaze, turned around and walked eastward. He came to an oak tree, extended his spiritual energy, replaced a piece of the trunk of the oak tree, and lowered his head to check the age of the tree.
"It's, it's, it's not enough?" The fat man stared at the stone tablet, stumbling while reading.
"Wuji, this should be a Mao character." Zhuge Chanjuan said.
Zhuge Chanjuan studied Qihuang carefully and was proficient in writing. It was impossible for her not to recognize the writing of the Han Dynasty. She also stumbled when reading it, indicating that the inscription had been seriously corrupted.
The two of them couldn't see clearly and couldn't tell clearly. The fat man could only ask Nanfeng for help, "Come and see what's written on it?"
Nanfeng was counting the annual rings at this time. Hearing the fat man's call, he slowly walked over with the tree trunk.
"What do you see it doing?" the fat man asked.
"These oak trees grew up later. The people who opened up the wasteland did not cut them down, which means that they had grown very big when the wasteland was cleared. Counting the annual rings can roughly deduce when the wasteland was cleared." Nanfeng said casually.
What Nanfeng said was not profound, but the fat man was too lazy to think quietly. He could open his mouth without using his brain. This was his habit. "Then what did you see?"
"There are about 150 annual rings. Oak trees grow very slowly. If they want to grow long enough for flower growers to keep them without cutting them down, it will take at least several decades." Nanfeng threw away the piece of tree trunk. , "This shows that reclaiming wasteland and planting flowers only happened in the past hundred years."
The fat man didn't care about this, "Come on, come on, let's take a look at what's written on the stone tablet?"
Nanfeng tilted his head and looked at the stone tablet. There were two columns of words engraved on the stone tablet, but due to the severe weathering, most of the words were blurred.
The stone tablet is also composed of spiritual energy. There are no rules to follow, so it is impossible to restore the original appearance with spiritual energy. However, it can deepen the less obvious carving marks with spiritual energy.
In this way, the writing on the stone tablet is more obvious, and it is engraved with the words "its image is unparalleled and its beauty is endless." Mao Qiang's clothes are not enough. '
The text was read out by Zhuge Chanjuan, and the fat man was confused when he heard it, "What nonsense?"
Zhuge Chanjuan explained, "It's two sentences in the Goddess's Goddess' Fu, which talks about the beauty of women."
"Huh?" The fat man looked at Nanfeng doubtfully.
Nanfeng waved his hand. He studied Zhuzi and metaphysical scriptures in Taiqing and Yuqing, and he didn't know much about this kind of Fengyue writing.
The fat man couldn't get confirmation from Nanfeng, so he turned his attention to the osmanthus tree next to the stone monument. He looked at it doubtfully and found that this osmanthus tree was really quite long, at least several hundred years old.
"I said before, the monsters here are not vegetation." Nanfeng stepped towards the north.
"Is this guy good or bad?" Fatty asked.
"It shouldn't be bad." Nanfeng pointed his fingers around, "They say that out of ten bad people, nine are lazy. You are so meticulous, bad people won't work so hard."
The fat man nodded. Farming requires raising ridges. One look at the ridges and one can tell that they were made by women. It is easy to distinguish between what a woman does and what a man does. Women pursue looking good no matter what they do.
It had snowed here not long ago. Although there was not much snow on the ground, there were no footprints clearly visible on the snow. This meant that no one had been walking in the yard recently.
The second courtyard is the same as the courtyard outside. The stone slabs have been lifted and the land has been cultivated into fields. There is also a laurel tree here, but it seems to have been dead for many years, but it has never fallen down. There is also a stone tablet under the tree. This stone tablet has fallen over. Turn it over and look at it. The inscription on it is "Xi Shi hides her face, which is colorless in comparison." Those who are near are demons, and those who are far away are hopeful. '
"Isn't Xi Shi one of the three beauties?" said the fat man.
"Well, you are so knowledgeable." Nanfeng continued to move forward.
How could the fat man not hear that Nanfeng was mocking him? He stopped following Nanfeng and turned around to the east courtyard. When he reached the door, he turned back and shouted to Zhuge Chanjuan, "Let's go to the east chamber and have a look."
Zhuge Chanjuan wanted to go with Nanfeng but didn't want to go with him. "You are such an adult, are you still afraid?"
"I'm not afraid of her showing up in the open, I'm afraid of her appearing out of nowhere and showing her teeth to scare people," the fat man said.
Even if he told the truth, Zhuge Chanjuan did not go with him, but went with Nanfeng.
"Fuck, you value sex over friends." The fat man couldn't find a companion, so he had no choice but to head to the east courtyard. As he walked, he muttered to himself, "If you dare to scare me, your mother won't even recognize you."
This abandoned palace has five entrances and four ears, two above, two on the left and two on the left. The middle is the main one. The two entered the middle hall courtyard. The scenery inside was similar to the previous two courtyards, except that there were two more things. One This piece is a stone statue. The carving is of a beautiful woman with fluttering clothes, dressed as a goddess, standing on a stone base. The stone base is five feet high, and the stone statue is about six feet high. If it is the same height as a real person, then this woman’s He is quite tall.
Another thing is a large four-legged cauldron, placed right in front of the stone statue. It must have been used for sacrifices. There are rules for sacrificial rituals, and the cauldrons used are different. Heaven, male is Gan, and a three-legged cauldron is used. Earth, the female is Kun, with a four-legged female tripod.
"This woman is very beautiful." Zhuge Chanjuan looked up at the stone statue.
"Not as good-looking as you." Nanfeng said casually. There is no fixed standard for measuring a woman's appearance. The same woman may be as beautiful as a fairy in the eyes of one man, but may be mediocre in the eyes of another man. A woman, as long as she is not crooked, There will always be men who think it looks good if you twist your nose and twist your mouth.
Zhuge Chanjuan was very happy when she heard this. It was not easy to hear a word of praise from Nanfeng's mouth.
But soon, the joy in my heart cooled down, "My eyes almost fell out, and you still say it doesn't look good?"
"I'm looking at her hands." Nanfeng said.
After being reminded by Nanfeng, Zhuge Chanjuan also discovered a clue. The stone statue was originally holding something in its hand, but at this time, the thing was gone.
"What could it be?" Zhuge Chanjuan asked.
"Ruyi?" Nanfeng said not sure. The object in the hand of the stone statue was originally integrated with the stone statue and was there when it was carved. The part above the tiger's mouth of the stone statue has disappeared, but there is still some residue at the end of the five fingers. Judging from the style, it should be a small object.
"Isn't Ruyi's butt round?" The fat man came at some point.
Nanfeng nodded, "Even if it's not Ruyi, it's definitely not a weapon."
"It's already here, let's see what it does." The fat man pursed his lips towards the north. The door to the main hall in the north was a wooden door with obvious signs of repair. The door was closed tightly at this time, and the situation inside could not be seen.
Nanfeng thought for a while, then turned and walked north.
Arriving at the steps of the main hall, Nanfeng stopped and said in a deep voice, "I know you are nearby. We don't mean any harm. Just show up."
After Nanfeng finished speaking, the surroundings were silent.
After waiting for a moment and seeing no movement, Nanfeng climbed up the steps and reached the door, reaching out and pushing it open.
As soon as the door opened, a strong medicinal smell hit his face.
"It's the smell of white mandala, cover your mouth and nose quickly." Zhuge Chanjuan warned urgently.
The fat man was very nervous when he heard this. Although he had eight golden bodies to protect his body, the medicine was too strong and he was worried that he couldn't bear it.
Zhuge Chanjuan was also very nervous. This white mandala could cause paralysis and death, and no antidote could completely detoxify it.
However, the tension and worry of the two people were unnecessary. As Nanfeng raised his hand to set up a spiritual energy barrier, the strong medicinal energy that escaped quickly disappeared with the wind.
"Wait for me outside." Nanfeng stepped in.
The two nodded in agreement.
The reason why they agreed so simply was because the situation in the main hall was clear at a glance. Most areas were piled with bundles of medicinal herbs. This medicinal herb was a green plant with white flowers. It was obvious that it was a white datura flower.
In the middle area of the main hall, there is a bed. In fact, it is not a bed, but a bed-shaped haystack made of mandala flowers. It is covered with a piece of worn yellow silk. There is a person lying on the yellow silk, with his head facing north. The feet face south, and you can tell that the person is a man by looking at the size of the shoes.
Nan Feng stepped in and went straight forward. When he reached the man, he lowered his head and looked at it. He was an old man with white beard and hair. He must be seventy or eighty years old. He was wearing a Taoist robe. Looking at the cuff decoration, he was actually Yuqing Taoist.
This person's complexion was sallow, his breath was like a gossamer, his eyes were tightly closed, and he was motionless.
"Is he a Taoist priest?" the fat man asked. Due to the incorrect angle, he could not clearly see the clothes and appearance of the lying person.
"He is a Yuqing Taoist who looks like a withered man." Nanfeng said.
"It must have been that he failed to conquer the demon, but was deceived by the demon instead. He raped and emptied his body, and that's why he ended up like this." The fat man said.
"You can't wait to give yourself to him, right?" Nanfeng turned around and glanced at the fat man, then raised his hand and pulled off a small cloth bag from the man's waist. At this time, there are usually three places to carry items, one is the underwear in his arms. Pocket, one is a sleeve, and the other is a small cloth bag tied around the waist.
In the cloth bag were several items used by Taoists, a porcelain bottle filled with cinnabar, a talisman pen that had lost its hair, and half a pile of talisman paper that was white and rotten and could not be handled. The seal was also there. Looking back, the Taoist name was Yanhe. My son, I was awarded the title of Seventh Grade Academy Officer of Fengyun Academy.
The cross generations of Yuqing Sect are Zhou Xingxian Baihe and Yan Yunyin Zhen Gong. This person is of the crane generation, the generation above Yan Xiao Yan Ping and two generations older than Long Yunzi.
If the Taoist priests of the Yan generation are still alive now, the oldest one should be close to a hundred years old. This person is of the He generation, and his real age is at least one hundred and twenty years old, but judging from his appearance, he is only seventy or eighty years old. . The reason for this difference is undoubtedly due to the white mandala piled around. The reason why the monster here planted this medicinal herb is not entirely to drive away trespassers, but the main purpose is to continue it. The life of this veteran.
After looking at the seal, Nanfeng moved his gaze to the west side of the haystack. There was a small wooden pier there. The surface of the wooden pier was very bright, indicating that people often sat there. At this time, there was also a wooden bowl placed on the wooden pier. There are some brownish-yellow ** in the wooden bowl.
He picked it up and smelled it, and there was a faint medicinal smell that he couldn't distinguish, so he took it out and handed it to Zhuge Chanjuan, "This thing contains a little spiritual energy, let's see what it is?"
Zhuge Chanjuan glanced at it and said, "Lingzhi powder."
"Look carefully." Nanfeng handed the wooden bowl to Zhuge Chanjuan.
Zhuge Chanjuan had no choice but to take it and smell it, "Yes, it's Ganoderma lucidum powder..."