The mausoleum of Emperor Taizu of the Tang Dynasty.
Not long after Du Qingruo, the saint of luck path, led people into the tomb, she found that they had reached the end.
To be precise, this so-called mausoleum of Emperor Taizu is simply a fake tomb, a cenotaph.
In the center of the tomb, there is a throne made of white jade, with a set of dragon robes placed on the throne.
Other than that, the entire tomb was empty.
The vast tomb chamber is actually empty!
"This is impossible!"
Du Qingruo's expression was a little ferocious.
All the planning turned out to be in vain.
It is said that Emperor Taizu of the Tang Dynasty used tens of thousands of death row prisoners in this Western Mountain to build his mausoleum, and it took ten years to complete.
But now, the tomb is actually empty.
"Saint, could it be the Yin-Yang tomb?"
The Jie Yun Dao disciple who was responsible for leading people to open the tomb passage whispered, "I heard that an emperor once built a yin and yang tomb. The yin tomb is on the top, which is a fake tomb, and the yang tomb is on the bottom, which is the real tomb!"
"Then what are you waiting for? Hurry and dig!"
Du Qingruo was very anxious.
The imperial army will arrive here soon, and by then, these people will be the turtles in the urn.
"Holy girl, my subordinates can't do this!"
The man grimaced and pointed at his feet, "Under our feet are blocks of bluestone, tightly interlocked. Without a heavy hammer in hand, it is impossible to break through these guys with just these guys in our hands." A layer of bluestone!”
"Wait, that's not right!"
Du Qingruo waved his hand fiercely and said, "Historical records indicate that Emperor Taizu passed away and was buried in mourning for three days. On the fourth day, he was buried. On that day, the tomb was sealed and the dragon-breaking stone fell."
"If the fake tomb is below, then it is impossible to seal the Yang Tomb to the current extent in one day."
"Look, look everywhere, there must be a trap!"
Du Qingruo immediately urged his men to start knocking in the tomb.
The upper and lower sides of the tomb are all paved with the same bluestone slabs. With the naked eye alone, it is really difficult to find anything out of the ordinary.
Therefore, everyone in Jie Yun Dao could only knock on bluestones to look for possible mechanisms.
Not to mention, they really found a mechanism with this beating.
After Du Qingruo and his gang struggled to push open a bluestone slab on the side wall that was as tall as a person, they finally saw a passage, but they didn't know where it led.
"Walk!"
Du Qingruo waved his hand immediately.
However, before the people on the Luck Path had gone far, some people started to feel dizzy and unconscious.
"Holy girl, this subordinate is dead!"
"The turbid air in this Yang Tomb is not cleared, we can't go any further!"
After hearing what his men said, Du Qingruo shook his head and did not speak. He just raised his finger and pointed behind him, signaling those who couldn't bear it to get back quickly.
Du Qingruo held his breath, suddenly began to speed up, and ran forward.
As a master, Du Qingruo's ability to hold his breath is naturally not bad.
But after all her running, she did not find Emperor Taizu's tomb in the end. Instead, she rushed out of the long tomb passage and stood in a valley shrouded in mist.
Du Qingruo stopped and looked at the valley in front of her that was shrouded in mist. Then she stopped. In the valley, there were countless bones piled up. Countless bones lay on the ground, extending forward.
Du Qingruo instantly understood that the bones here were the condemned prisoners who built the tomb for Emperor Taizu.
It is said that Emperor Taizu was benevolent, but tens of thousands of death row prisoners were all buried here.
According to the law of the Tang Dynasty, even if a death row prisoner was beheaded, his family members were allowed to bury him.
But tens of thousands of prisoners on death row have ended up dying without a burial place.
Du Qingruo looked at the endless bones piled up in front of her and made up her mind. When she left here, she would write down the location here and tell the world the true face of the hypocritical Emperor Taizu.
But before that, we still have to find the location of Emperor Taizu's tomb and cut off the Dragon Veins of the Tang Dynasty.
Du Qingruo observed on the spot and was unable to determine where the tomb of Emperor Taizu was. He could only use this method to search along the edge of the pit and valley.
Then, Du Qingruo felt that he was going crazy!
He found countless cave entrances around the valley.
Which cave entrance is connected to the real burial place of Emperor Taizu
Find them one by one
Du Qingruo felt that he might have been poisoned to death by the turbid air in the tomb passages before he found the real burial place.
"Does this kind of person deserve to be called benevolent?"
"I bother!"
Du Qingruo couldn't help but cursed in the pit.
"He doesn't deserve it, but you do?"
The moment Du Qingruo cursed, someone responded.
Mr. Zhao Bingzheng and Mr. Zhao flew down from the pit valley and stood in front of Du Qingruo.
"Zhao Bingzhen!"
The moment Du Qingruo saw Zhao Bingzhen, he recognized his identity.
After all, the Zhao family's wealth is as rich as that of the country. The second master of the Zhao family is even more charitable and has a great reputation for charity.
It’s not that the people in the Jie Yun Dao didn’t want to attack the Zhao family, but the Zhao family was too conspicuous. If the imperial court had not taken action against the Zhao family, once a big change happened to the Zhao family, their attempts to rob the family would have been surrounded and suppressed by the imperial court.
It was impossible for the court to watch them steal the Zhao family's wealth and spend it leisurely.
"I've met Her Majesty the Saint!"
Zhao Bingzhen smiled slightly and nodded towards Du Qingruo.
"What do you mean?"
Du Qingruo was very puzzled and didn't understand why Zhao Bingzhen appeared here.
As far as she knew, Zhao Bingzhen should be in Sanhe Town, Anshun County, Xiangyi Prefecture, and he should be recuperating from his injuries.
But now, thinking of Zhao Bingzhen flying down from the pit valley with ease and ease, Du Qingruo felt an inexplicable panic. The second master of the Zhao family is actually so secretive.
"It's nothing interesting. I just want to tell Her Majesty the Saint that you have mistaken the location of the Dragon Veins of the Tang Dynasty!"
"impossible!"
Du Qingruo responded sharply.
Zhao Bingzhen continued to smile and said: "Your Highness the Saint, you might as well think about it. Emperor Taizu even hid his own real tomb in such a secret, how could he let something like the Dragon Veins of the Tang Dynasty, which is related to the lifeblood of the Tang Dynasty, cause so much trouble? Does everyone know?"
"It's true and false. Everyone thinks this can't be the real dragon vein. So, this is probably the real dragon vein!"
"On the other hand, it's the same!"
"What do you think, Your Highness the Saint?"
Zhao Bingzhen finished speaking with a smile and waited for Du Qingruo's response.
Du Qingruo was silent.
After a long while, she spoke slowly and said, "Then tell me, where is the Dragon Vein of the Tang Dynasty?"
"Well, Zhao Er is just a businessman, how could he possibly know this?"
"But the saint should think about it. Your Taoist master has unpredictable skills. Don't you know where the dragon veins are?"
"You mean, the Taoist Master sent us here on purpose?"
"Soldiers who, deception also!"
Zhao Bingzhen spread his hands, "The path of luck has been silent for a hundred years, and suddenly it wants to do something against heaven. Hasn't the saint never thought that there is something wrong with this?" (End of this chapter)