Chapter 1113 (1/2)
Will be lingjuding, a view of the small mountains!
This is the dream of countless heroes in ancient and modern times. Everyone wants to climb to the highest peak. Standing in the highest place, it is like a god overlooking everything in the world, enjoying the glory and loneliness standing on the top of the peak!
The eighteen peaks of Yanshan mountain, where the Yan family is, symbolize their authority and spiritual sustenance.
The main peak of Yanshan mountain is the sacred and inviolable God residence of every Yan family. It is said that the first person of Yan family to step into the realm of God was possessed by the devil and fell under the thunder. However, there are countless legends and feelings left here. As for the truth and falsehood, only the middle of them can know.
When the figures of Chu Feng and Murong Bing appear here, the top of the 300 square meter mountain is bare. There is only an ordinary hut and a lonely grave that can't see the traces of time. If you say what the meaning of hero's loneliness means, you can feel it deeply here at this moment.
Chu Feng looked back at the foot of the mountain and narrowed his eyes: ”the eighteen peaks of the wild goose mountain don't seem to be accidental. They even saw the potential of Wolong here!”
The power of Wolong is an ancient geomantic theory. Chu Feng once saw it on an ancient book. To put out such a geomantic array, the manpower and material resources required are not generally large, and it is not the geomantic omen theory of future generations with good fortune. Therefore, there are not many people who are keen on it. It is more a theory of living comfortably.
At the moment, the trend of Fengshui formed under the eighteen peaks of Yanshan mountain is the trend of Wolong, and the main peak is respected. However, there is not much on it. There is only a small house and a solitary tomb. It seems a little strange.
”The spirit of later generations!”
Turning to look at the lonely grave in the distance, Murong Bing narrowed his eyes: ”enjoy the incense, enjoy the respect, enjoy the popularity, gather the most mysterious power in the nature. It seems that the one lying in the solitary tomb is the ancestor of Yan family, an ambitious man who wants to wake up again, and thinks that waking up is God!”
Chu Feng didn't know this very well. He frowned and asked, ”what do you mean?”
Murong Bing walked slowly towards the solitary tomb, and said: ”if Yan's ancestors really stepped into the realm of God and died under the thunder, even if his bones and bones have disappeared, there will be all his remains in the place where he died, and give him a place to repose his soul, just like this solitary tomb.
In combination with the power of Wolong, the reverence and popularity of posterity and grandchildren will arouse the most mysterious force among the forces of nature, remodel the body, and to a certain extent, enjoy the respect of all generations of incense. Maybe you will wake up and directly stand in the realm of God, overlooking everything in the world. ”
”Do you think the so-called human power is strong or not?”
At this time, the two had already stood in front of the solitary grave, with a tombstone standing in front of them, but there was no mark. What was the name of Yan's ancestor was just a mystery.
Chu Feng nodded his head clearly. If it was before, he could not accept that people who died for endless years could still survive. However, after experiencing Chang'e's affairs, Chu Feng believed that there were many things he could not understand.
All of a sudden, Murong Bing raised his hand, and the tablet without words directly rose from the ground and threw it to one side. A little bit of earth began to emerge from the mound. Chu Feng narrowed his eyes. Murong Bing was going to dig a grave.
However, he did not say anything to stop him. Unexpectedly, the eighteen peaks of Yanshan Mountain showed the trend of Wolong. Maybe it was someone with ulterior motives. In order to revive the popularity of later generations, he didn't mind to see why.
Slowly, like a fountain, the soil came out around, and gradually an old and dilapidated sarcophagus appeared in front of the two people. Although it was not as good as the sarcophagus in which Chang'e was sleeping, it can be seen that after endless years, the original colors above have faded and there is no trace of primary color.
Murong Bing took a step forward. After the return of the charming woman, she was less charming and more serious. With her hand lifted, the coffin cover of the sarcophagus flew over and fell heavily on the ground.
Chu Feng fixed eyes to see, eyebrow a pick, empty!
There was nothing in the sarcophagus. Seeing Murong Bing's face a little dignified, Chu Feng asked, ”what's the matter? It seems that you haven't reshaped the body yet.”
”Husband, is it hard to do that? Some people have no clothes to wear on the way, so they take the clothes from the sarcophagus?”