Abandoning the horse and entering the mountain, the first day was safe and sound. On the second night, when everyone meditated and rested on the spot, an accident occurred.
A cultivator went to take a rest in the jungle in the middle of the night, and felt itchy legs after draining the water. He looked down and saw a huge poisonous mosquito parked between his legs, drinking blood happily. The cultivator killed the bug with a slap, and at the end he habitually said, "Damn, dare to bite your grandfather and me."
As a result, the voice fell, and strange noises were heard from the surrounding trees. The monk was startled and suddenly remembered what Nangong Si had reminded in front of the mountain. He was so frightened that he didn't even have time to lift the bottom of his trousers, so he took the road and ran wildly, shouting, "Help, Master! Help!"
It turned out that this person was a disciple of Jiang Dongtang who was accompanying Huang Xiaoyue. The loud voice of crying father and mother was like a boulder entering a secluded pool, causing thousands of waves, and everyone who had been meditating quietly stood up one after another. I saw a Jiang Dongtang cultivator running wildly from a distance.
This man is naked, swinging his dick, and running while crying. There were at least a hundred little black-skinned snakes behind him, and some of them had already wrapped around his legs.
Huang Xiaoyue said in shock, "Teacher?"
Nangong Si said: "Don't go there!"
The disciple rushed over crying, but more and more snakes climbed up, and he finally fell to the ground, wailing, "Master! Master, save me!"
Huang Xiaoyue wanted to lend a helping hand, but Nangong Si said, "This snake is transformed by the dragon's beard. If you kill one, he will turn into two, and the more you kill, the more revengeful you will be. If Huang Daochang is not afraid, Go up and fight."
When Huang Xiaoyue heard it, she immediately persuaded, but she said, "The overall situation is the most important, the overall situation is the most important." Watching her disciple being engulfed by the tide-like black snake, the man rolled around in the snake tide, twisting in pain. Tossing and turning, the snake tide had completely covered him, turning into a mass of black low hills, which shrunk down at a speed visible to the naked eye. nothing left...
As soon as this happened, no one said a word of nonsense on the last day's journey.
Too much talk will be lost, this is the truth that everyone knows.
Xue Zhengyi even gave himself and Xue Meng a silencing spell, not for anything else, just because the father and son were too quick to talk on weekdays. Become the belly of the snakes.
Everyone was cautious in their words and deeds, and finally, in the middle of the third day, they passed through the Panlong Mountains and came to the hero's tomb of the Confucianism Gate - under the Jiaoshan Mountain.
The barrier of Jiaoshan Mountain is different from that of Mount Huangshan. Jiaolong hates deception, so the barrier is transparent, without any blindfolding technique, and the foothills of the mountain can be clearly seen from the outside.
Jiang Xi looked at the situation in front of him and asked, "Is this the place where the Confucianism sect has buried the bones of generations of heroes?"
The moonlight shone on Nangong Si's face, he was silent for a while, and said, "Not bad."
Jiaoshan, transformed by the magic dragon, after the first-generation head of the Confucianism Sect surrendered the dragon, he made a blood pact with it to turn it into a mountain to protect the heroic souls and treasures, ancestral temples and ancestral halls of the Confucianism Sect.
On this mountain, since Nangong Si can remember, he will follow his father here every winter solstice to visit the tomb. When he came before, he could see the endless majestic white marble steps, and the dark city guards who had already stood guard on both sides of the mountain road.
"Welcome Young Master."
He could still hear the rumbling shouts, everyone knelt down, and he walked up the mountain road, and at the top of the ancestral temple, he could see his father who was preparing for the sacrificial ceremony.
"Young Master Nangong, let's avoid hurting the Spring and Autumn. The battle cannot be delayed. You should open the barrier as soon as possible, so that we can enter and slay the devil and defend the road."
Nangong Si turned his head, and the person who spoke was Huang Xiaoyue.
In the heyday of Confucianism, this kind of person would not dare to retaliate even if Nangong Si gave him a dozen slaps for no reason at his whim.
Today, in front of his ancestral grave, you can brag and stare at him and show off your power.
Nangong Si held back, he had to endure it.
The gnashing of the molars was painful, and he had to endure it with all his might.
"Back up a little bit." He said as he came to the mountain gate alone.
There stood two tomb gods cast from evil spirit stones on the left and right, the toes alone were the size of a five- or six-year-old child. These two statues have three faces, either kind or angry. They hold magical instruments in their hands, and their arms are surrounded by bracelets, but the strange thing is that these statues usually have leopard eyes wide open, but their eyes are closed, and they are frowning. He frowned, looking somewhat awkward.
Nangong Si did not blink, his sleeve arrow pierced the tip of his finger, and he drew a spell on the spirit stone of warding off evil spirits, and then said, "The seventh generation of Confucianism's ancestors, Nangong Si, pay homage."
rumbling—
Earthquakes.
A rare and strange person exclaimed: "Open your eyes! That statue!"
The ink burned in the crowd and looked up.
If it weren't for the tense situation, he really wanted to tell the person: it's not the statue, it's the two statues.
The two tomb gods on the left and the right opened their eyes, their eyes were amber, with narrow pupils, like the eyes of a snake.
The statue on the left spoke slowly, the sound was like a bell, and there was a buzzing sound: "Nangong Si, can you memorize it by heart, the seven precepts of Confucianism?"
Nangong Si said: "Greeding, resentment, murder, prostitution, robbery, and plundering are the seven things that a Confucian gentleman cannot do."
Huang Xiaoyue sneered at the back: "It sounds better than singing."
Not only Huang Xiaoyue, but many people are thinking in their hearts, these seven things cannot be done, which is really the biggest irony of today's Confucianism.
The statue on the right followed, with a faint voice and voice, as if it came from the ancient times: "Nangong Si, there is a bright mirror hanging high above, and a vast yellow spring below. You walk in the world, can you be worthy of your heart?"
"Without shame."
These two paragraphs are the questions and answers that Nangong Si has remembered since childhood. No matter who is in the Nangong family, as long as they step into the hero's tomb, they must first go through these two questions and answer these two answers.
The first ancestors of Confucianism and style set these two questions in the hope that the descendants of the family can remember the teachings of their ancestors and reflect on themselves when they go to the mountain to worship.
At this moment, Nangong Si couldn't help but think, when my father came here every winter solstice to worship, when answering these two questions, did he ever feel the slightest touch and guilt
I still really take this question and answer as a key to the machine, as a verification talisman to open the barrier of Jiaoshan, that's all.
Boundary opened.
The two standing stone statues suddenly vibrated slowly, changed their postures, and finally turned into one kneeling on one knee on the left and one on the right.
"Congratulations, master enter the mountain."
Nangong Si stood with his back to everyone for a while, but no one could see the expression on his face, not even Ye Wangxi.
Only Nao Baijin whimpered in his quiver, and his snow-white claws stuck out, clawing at the edge of the quiver: "Mi woo, Mi woo—"
"come in."
Nangong Si finally uttered these three concise words, and then took the lead and stepped into the Jiaoshan mountain area.
Xue Zhengyi untied his silencing spell and asked, "Do I still need to pay attention to my words and deeds here?"
"No." Nangong Si said, "Principle in words and deeds was done in the area of Panlong Mountains. In fact, it was also to prevent some people who were malicious towards Confucianism from entering the mountains. When he arrived here, Jiaolong decided that the comers should not be enemies. , you will no longer care about words and phrases.”
But even if he said that, many people still have a lot of love, and they don't want to say more, they just follow Nangong Si up the mountain without saying a word. Every 300 meters, there are two totem stone carvings of the Chinese zodiac standing on the left and right, first male and female two rats, then male and female two cattle, tigers, rabbits... From halfway up the mountain, it is the place where the heroes of the Confucianism Gate are buried.
These heroes, according to their life contributions, from low to high, in turn, sleep forever in Jiaoshan.
The first thing they came to was the lowest burial ground.
Here is a piece of white jade eight feet high, with brilliance and brilliance on it, engraved with a personal name, and four handwritten letters "Loyalty Soul" on the top.
"I heard that the dead servants of the Nangong family are buried here." Xue Meng whispered and said to the ink, "There is always a thousand to come."
He was right, this mountain area is densely packed with graves, and there is no end in sight.
The teacher said worriedly: "If these thousands of servants are up, what should I do? The servants of the Nangong family are not bad, I am afraid they can be entangled for a while."
Xue Meng hurriedly covered his mouth: "Shh, you're crazy, hurry up, don't crow—"
The ink burned gloomily next to him: "I'm afraid it's really not a crow's mouth."
"Hey, dog thing, where are you going?"
Mo Ran didn't take care of Xue Meng. He left the army and walked to a loyal soul mound. He knelt down and looked at it carefully.
The hero tomb of Confucianism Gate is different from ordinary funerals. There is no tomb to seal the soil. It uses a semi-transparent jade coffin. Like the thick ice surface, half of the coffin is sunk in the ground, while the surface of the coffin is directly exposed. Therefore, the mass burial place looks like a continuous jade belt, exuding crystal brilliance under the moonlight.
This kind of cold jade is similar to the mortuary coffin in the Frost Heaven Hall of Death and Life. It can preserve the corpse from decay and immortality, just like in life. Mo Ran looked down at the coffin in front of him, and the mass graves would not be taken care of too carefully, so there was a thick layer of ash on the coffin surface of the jade coffin, and Mo Ran could only vaguely see the one below. The outline of the deceased, the facial features could not be clearly seen, and the body seemed to be a woman.
He stared at the woman for a while, then looked around again along the coffin—
He felt that something was wrong with the coffin.
But what is wrong, he can't quite say.
He looked left and right, and while no one was paying attention to him, he put his hand on the surface of the coffin, closed his eyes, and carefully sensed...
Suddenly his palm trembled.
The ink burned and opened his eyes, his face was extremely ugly.
There is indeed evil in this coffin, but it is no longer strong, and the Zhenlong chess piece is not in it... Could it be that I thought wrong
"Ink burning!" Xue Meng, they are already going far, shouting to him from a distance.
The ink burned and whispered to himself: "Immediately."
His slender hands rubbed the surface of the coffin inch by inch, wiping the thick dust on it, trying to see the face of the woman below more clearly without opening the coffin.
He wiped and wiped, suddenly caught a glimpse of a detail out of the corner of the eye, and stopped abruptly.
He knew what was wrong.
Ash accumulation.
The ashes of this coffin are not right!
In addition to the place he just wiped, Mo Ran suddenly found that there was no dust in the place - just on the side of the coffin, there were four marks of different lengths, he hesitated for a moment, reached out and compared it, and found that it happened to be a When a person climbs out of it, except for the thumb, where the other four fingers will reach!
The ink burned and the color changed. Just as I wanted everyone to stop walking up the mountain, I suddenly felt a wet and cold air in front of me.
He raised his head suddenly, and met with a corpse-white face.
A woman in a shroud crouched behind the tombstone, staring at him faintly.