The wind blew the snow on the roof and the pine and cypress rustling down.
This added a lot of trouble to the servants who worked hard to sweep the snow. They could only stand in the north wind with their necks shriveled and sweep the snow quietly. If you replace it with other deep houses in the capital, you will have to raise your broom and sweep the branches of the trees, but this is the Taimiao Temple.
Even in rural villages, the most important thing is the ancestral halls that enshrine the tablets of ancestors.
The beams of the house are made of agarwood, with glazed tiles on the top.
The long white marble steps are not allowed to walk except for the royal family, so they can only move on their knees on the ground to clean them.
"Huh?" Someone vaguely saw a blurry reflection on the thin ice, but looked up but found nothing.
Venerable Huanjian had already led Shi Feng and Chen He around the halberd gate and the front side hall. He had never seen the more gloomy middle hall filled with tablets. He went directly to the small hall at the end of the Taimiao where various sacrificial items were placed. .
The cauldron was placed on the high steps.
To be more precise, there are a total of nine tripods, which are objects handed down from ancient times and symbolize imperial power for generations.
They were heavy and huge enough for three or four people to crouch in them.
After countless years of wind and rain, the body of the tripod has a dull color, but there is no rust at all. The patterns on each tripod are also clearly recognizable. It is said that it was cast by gods in ancient times to suppress the dragon veins. People of insight dismissed it as absurd remarks, saying that the Jiuding was made of meteorite iron from the sky, heavy and sturdy.
After thousands of years, the Jiuding has not been damaged, not even the corners have been knocked off.
They were dragged to the capital of the new emperor by countless manpower, from the capital burned down by the previous dynasty, and they have undergone a total of dozens of migrations before and after. Zhurong suffered more disasters. The most serious one was an earthquake. It's not that easy.
The Emperor regards it as a treasure, and those who have seen it are not interested in it.
- It is true that Jiuding was made by the ancient gods, but suppressing the dragon veins is pure nonsense.
They are just ordinary, nine-zun cauldrons that cannot be broken or broken.
It is estimated that the immortals also fooled the ancient kings.
Venerable Huanjian stopped, looked left and right, and said with a sigh, "The Taimiao Temple is really a good place to kill people."
Chen He's eyebrows twitched.
He couldn't tell if Venerable Huanjian was talking casually or if he really meant it.
"How do you say this?" Shi Feng remained silent.
"The apse is empty, and there is not even a ghost. If I were a mortal, this place could not be better. I killed people and hid their bodies in the empty cauldron. ."
"… "
This time, not only Chen He, but even Shi Feng looked at him.
How can ordinary people enter the Taimiao? The wall outside is several zhang high, and the sun can hardly be seen standing at the base of the wall!
and many more-
The National Teacher can occasionally enter the Taimiao Temple, so Venerable Huanjian is thinking, how can the National Teacher of the Dynasty die without knowing it, and then replace the new National Teacher
"Well, sorry, I'm a little distracted." Venerable Huanjian said with a smile.
He didn't wear a mask today, and he resembled the face of the Lord of Heiyuan Valley, which made Shi Feng and Chen He uncomfortable.
The twin brothers had obvious differences in their personalities, but they had more similarities, especially when they were smiling like this, Chen He felt his fists itch.
Chen He lowered his head and insisted that when he should not speak by himself, he firmly believed that he did not exist.
"Come on, this is the cauldron!" Venerable Huanjian waved his sleeves and stepped lightly on one of the cauldrons.
The patterns on the nine tripods are different, some are ancient inscriptions, and some are pictures that record mountains and rivers. These were written down long ago and recorded in the annals of history.
But after the war of catastrophe, the ancient wilderness shattered, and these river maps were useless.
The truth has become a legend and myth. People only know that the world is vicissitudes, or the ancients have limited knowledge. They mistakenly paint a county as a map of the world, and they imagine the mountains to be so vast and stretch for tens of thousands of miles, and all the beasts are depicted hideously. It is unbearable, so these rubbings are only put in the pavilion to eat ashes, and no one is interested in reading them.
Shi Feng's eyes were like torches, and he quickly took a closer look at the body of the tripod, but found no flaws.
"This pattern, and here..." Venerable Huanjian stepped in the void, his fingers brushed the pattern on the tripod body, and his true essence lingered, and he quickly drew a new map on the tripod.
Chen He glanced at Ding next to him, and then he was a little surprised.
In this cauldron in question, some lines are too dense, but it is difficult to see at first glance - someone sneaked on the cauldron and added extra lines. Because the cauldron is too big, people do not understand ancient characters, and cultivators have long known that the cauldron is nothing more than a cauldron. The waste has never been found.
Chen He did not know the landforms of mountains and rivers, but Shi Feng did.
The zigzag lines, the northernmost end is obviously the Chifeng Desert, the frontier line, the Western Regions, the Northern Wilderness, and even the Southern Border, all of which are vividly remembered. Among them, the location of the barren rock beach has an obvious inscription symbol.
Below this map, there is another line of small characters hidden in dense ancient writing.
Chen He couldn't understand it, but Shi Feng had already read it out: I'm afraid that the sect will be cut off, and the inheritance will be placed here, waiting for fate.
"So, I really believed at first that it was just the inheritance left by the demon sect before the catastrophe." Venerable Huanjian stroked the cauldron, frowned and said, "These patterns are the same color and depth as the cauldron itself. It's almost flawless, not like a forgery by later generations. Even if it is a forgery, it has a history of more than 8,000 years."
Shi Feng looked unpredictable.
Chen He looked up at him, and after their eyes met, Shi Feng slowly shook his head.
- He doesn't fully trust Venerable Huanjian, just as the other party must have something to hide from him.
Ji Hong's mysteries are still the words of Venerable Huanjian. This first master of the magic path can completely create such bizarre incidents to lure people into taking the bait.
What Shi Feng chose to believe was not the face of Venerable Huanjian, but that he couldn't think of it. It would be too laborious if Venerable Huanjian made it up from beginning to end. If the devil wants to eradicate the two brothers and sisters, there is definitely a simpler and easier way. There is no need to deceive them into the imperial temple in the capital.
Shi Feng met Venerable Huanjian's bright eyes, and said calmly, "This pattern... does give me a guess. But the Jiuding is old and has been preserved for many years, and no one cares about it. How did Ji Hong discover it? ?"
Hearing this, Venerable Huanjian Fang frowned.
"Ji Hongyuan was the son of an official in the capital. When the whole family was seized and awaiting exile in the northern Xinjiang, he was about fourteen or fifteen years old. His father had a background in the imperial examination. If he came here, he had read a few more books. , repeatedly sneaked into the Taimiao, so he followed him and found that the other party printed the pattern of Jiuding. Ji Hong said that he was accidentally discovered by the other party. After a fierce fight, he was puzzled after the murder, so he paid attention to the Jiuding!"
Venerable Huanjian added, "This happened two years ago."
Shi Feng's face changed a bit.
Two years ago, when Chen He was only fifteen years old, he discovered the secret of Cangyu Ball not long ago. They lived in Heiyuan Valley, and the secret of Shizhonghuo was not exposed. There was a lost stupid child in the Chen family in Yunzhou. Someone pay attention!
What kind of hatred is this, that makes Ji Hong kill their brothers and sisters
-Even if you have a deep hatred with the Beixuan faction, you don't need to be under the command of Venerable Huanjian, just do your best to play lurking! Isn't this circle going around a little too inexplicably
With Ji Hong's mind and ability, even if his whole family was imprisoned in his teens and tried to escape during his exile, it would not be too difficult to join a famous sect at random. Even if he insists on staying in the capital, it is enough to attract the attention of Baishan Academy. Why do you have to be a magic cultivator who can't soar
Shi Feng couldn't help rubbing his forehead.
Venerable Huanjian saw what he was thinking, and sneered: "This person is really Ji Hong, not an impostor. A few years ago, he used a scheme to get the officials who impeached his father into a big case of false rebellion. He did it skillfully, and I just discovered it recently."
Chen He found that their topic was getting more and more crooked, so he asked: "Two years ago, Ji Hong killed a monk of Baishan Academy, claiming that the other party sneaked into the Taimiao to see Jiuding? The dead guy has really come in several times, but he himself found out that there was a problem with Jiuding, or he fell into Ji Hong's trap and became a chess piece, which is hard to say."
Venerable Huanjian glanced at Chen He's eyes brighter, and he nodded approvingly: "That's right, about half a year ago, Ji Hong took out several copies of Jiuding rubbings and came to see me, saying that he had found an ancient Demon Sect inheritance. ."
Venerable Huanjian reached out and poured out a mess of things from the mustard seed magic weapon.
There are pamphlets, bamboo slips, and even dilapidated stone tablets.
Venerable Huanjian pointed to the two old stone tablets and said, "These are the funeral objects of the last monarch of Nanshu, about 3,300 years ago. There is another piece that was placed in the place where the Liang Dynasty suppressed the flooding of the Yellow River. The boundary stone in the Dragon King Temple is even older, 4,000 years ago. They are all rubbings of this cauldron. In order to prevent the handwriting from being blurred, they were filled with gold and traces, and they are still vaguely visible now!"
"There are no added lines!" Chen He raised his head.
Shi Feng discarded a yellowed booklet he had opened.
Venerable Huanjian smiled sternly: "Other rubbings have this extra map, the truth is obvious. Three thousand years ago, someone added this thing to Jiuding. Fellow Daoist Shi Feng, you both If you have guesses, why hide it from me!"
As he spoke, he threw out more rubbings, and with a flick of his sleeve, Zhenyuan painted the same ancient and clumsy words hidden in the patterns on the other eight cauldrons: Destroy my Beixuan, and regret it.
Each cauldron hides only one word...
Not to mention being discovered, it is even harder to find the difference. It is even destined to only be discovered by those who know the map as a surprise: it is not the inheritance of the Demon Sect, but the legendary Beixuan secret treasure!
What happened three thousand years ago
The magic cultivator united the six major sects and many loose cultivators to attack the Beixuan sect, rob the books, burn them to ruins, and use the lives of their disciples to force the Beixuan sect headmaster Lin Qingshang to reveal the whereabouts of the Beixuan secret treasure.
In the end, no one got the treasure, and the Beixuan faction left the Central Plains and retreated to the Daxue Mountain outside the customs.
The map of Jiuding, the two hidden ancient and clumsy words, are all bewitching the fact: the Beixuan secret treasure exists, but it was hidden by the panicked and angry Beixuan faction three thousand years ago, using the inheritance of the Demon Sect as a cover Wait for someone.
"If anyone who discovers Jiuding's secrets leaks it out, the world of cultivation will be in chaos. According to reason, no one can refuse the temptation of Beixuan Secret Treasure!" Venerable Huanjian said coldly, "Ji Hong seems to know what's inside, Report it to me directly, and fellow Daoist Shi Feng doesn't seem to be very interested in treasures?"
"Beixuan Secret Treasure is nothing but a dead thing."
Shi Feng glanced at Chen He, was silent for a long time, and then slowly said: "I don't know anything about Jiuding. It's just that my teacher talked about Lin Qingshang, who unfortunately died 3,000 years ago, and the Beixuan School called him back then. He died of illness, but he actually disappeared. At that time, there were many rumors in the cultivation world, saying that the Beixuan secret treasure was taken away by so-and-so. , but someone from the Beixuan faction saw that the back of this devil looks like a missing headmaster. Maybe Lin Qingshang used a secret technique that consumes his soul to improve his cultivation, and he won't live for ten years."
There is no need to say the following words, Chen He and Venerable Huanjian both understand.
- Lin Qingshang suffered a big change. After going into the devil, his temperament was perverse, and he did not want to take revenge with his life. Fearing that it wasn't enough, he set up the Jiuding situation and buried the box. Naturally, there was his anger that he didn't want to see this box, and it was more of a sinister revenge that set traps to harm the cultivators every day.
Even now, most of the rumors about Beixuan's secret treasure may have been deliberately spread by Lin Qingshang. Back then, he wanted to take revenge, but when people died, so did the enemy. The world is full of vicissitudes, but the rumors are still there, bringing disaster to the world. The disciples of the Beixuan School of all dynasties.
It is no wonder that when Shi Feng mentioned Lin Qingshang, he did not have any respectful and taboo titles.
Disciples of the Northern Profound Sect, referring to this senior who was tortured madly by hatred, did not know whether to complain or share the same grief.
I can only hide it, because no one except the headmaster knows what the Beixuan Secret Treasure is. After Lin Qingshang disappeared, this secret was also cut off.
"When I saw this tripod, I guessed one or two." Shi Feng's eyes flickered and he muttered to himself.
The Beixuan sect's practice is in line with the atmosphere of all things, and the time and place are right. The method that blends with the original pattern of the tripod body has the obvious imprint of the Beixuan sect.
- Even Chen He saw it!
Venerable Huanjian was silent for a while, then turned around and said, "Let's go."
Shi Feng was still standing in the same place. He lived in seclusion in Heiyuan Valley for many years, but he never forgot the tragic death of the Beixuan faction thirty years ago.
This lingering, complex hatred of injustice...
Back then, he chose to go to Heiyuan Valley instead of killing all the Gathering factions, and he didn't become a demon. It was precisely because Shi Feng clearly understood that he could not be the second Lin Qingshang.
He just didn't expect that Lin Qingshang's madness for revenge was far beyond his imagination.
There may also be a hidden map, pointing out that the nine tripods are treasures, but they have not yet been discovered. This strategy has almost succeeded. The world of comprehension will bleed into a river, and many sects will quarrel with each other. In the end, it may become the spark that ignites the war between the righteous and the devil. .
But for these, can you blame the crazy Lin Qingshang
Shi Feng was disheartened.
"Brother."
Shi Feng was in a trance when he heard Chen He's voice, and his icy trembling palm also grasped a familiar and warm heat source.
"Senior brother, I'm here, let's go."