Chapter 71
I don't know what they are for.Sān gē is bold. He was the first to jump down.Walking to the middle of the pond, he frowned at the three headless stone carvings."What's up, Lao San What did you find" T...I regret agreeing to this plan, so I said, "Chen Tugong, how about we take a different approach and think of other ways"
"No need," he shook his head. "Chen Houqin is right, this is the fastest way, besides, I may not even die."
Our Old Bai family has some unique skills.
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"A unique skill What kind of unique skill does Chen Tuguang have" I was a bit curious about what he meant by "unique skill."
He didn't answer directly.
"Come on, you two follow me," he picked up a stone at random and said in a low voice, "Stone as a wakewood, the cave as an altar, give it a try."
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As expected, as soon as we came in, those things jumped out again. They raised their arms, holding stones in their hands, ready to smash.
Chen Jian-sheng glared with wide eyes.
"Bang! Bang!" He struck the wall twice in succession with a stone.
He read aloud in a loud voice:
"Under a piece of wood, there are six parts. From the top to the ruler, from the bottom to the minister. The emperor controls hundreds of officials, and officials control tens of thousands of people!"
He quickened his pace and continued to read.
"Monks speak of Buddhism, Taoist priests speak of ghosts and spirits, and wandering preachers travel the world, speaking of people, ghosts, and the common folk!"
This phrase, it sounded like some sort of incantation. Just hearing it, accompanied by the thud of a stone-studded club hitting the ground, I felt my brain flood with blood, and my entire body froze.
Those baboons in front of me, holding stones and motionless, were staring into space as well.
"Hurry up and leave! Get out of here!" Chen Jiasheng urged me and Hongjie loudly, his voice like a bolt from the blue.
After I came to, I supported my injured arm and looked at Hong Jie.
Hong Jie's face was cold. She glanced at Chen Jian Sheng and said a single word.
Let's go.
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Just like that, we walked through the midst of these macaques. They all stared blankly at Jian Sheng without attacking me or Hongjie.
Passing through the troop of monkeys, only Chen Jian Sheng's laughter could be heard from behind.
"Haha, everyone, young and old, today we won't talk about Romance of the Three Kingdoms, today we won't talk about Journey to the West, today we'll talk about something else."
"Wǔ Sōng Beats the Tiger!"
Once upon a time, there was a pancake seller in Qinghe County...
As we walked farther and farther away, the sound of Chen Jiangseng behind us grew fainter and fainter. Finally, when we emerged from the cave, his voice was gone altogether.
In the world of grave robbers, Southern and Northern factions have long-standing feuds. Who would have thought that in the end, it was he who saved us
Looking back, I still don't quite understand the principle behind ghostwriting, but I have a general idea.
This method is similar to hypnosis, just like those modern-day professional hypnotists. They can lull you to sleep by reading a well-known story right in front of you.
Just like when you were a child, your mother would hold you and read you fairy tales to lull you to sleep. As you listened, you'd gradually drift off.
These esoteric and unconventional techniques, if not passed down within the sect,
It's indescribable.
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After coming out, I and Red Sister waited outside for half an hour, but Chen Jian Sheng didn't come out.
Hongjie took a long look at the cave, saying nothing and waiting for no one.
She helped me leave.
The scene before me was a large slope, with no path visible. Wild grass grew thick upon it.
After seeing the terrain here clearly, I understood one thing.
This vast underground structure is divided into two levels, shaped like an inverted hourglass. We are currently standing on the connecting line in the middle of the hourglass.
A person stood at the foot of a slope, looking up. Their gaze couldn't reach the top.
Red Sister helped me up by my arm, and we started to climb the hill step by step.
The grass was not tall, and there was some dew on the road. The dew wet our pants legs, and our shoes were basically also wet.
After climbing the slope for half an hour, a light mist rose ahead, and suddenly, everything around seemed more ethereal, as if in a dream.
"Take a break, Yunfeng," Hongjie helped me sit down on the grass.
Just like climbing a mountain, I'm also quite tired.it and sighed.Imagine, two thousand years ago, these were all living beings.Generally speaking, there would be no burial goods in the sacrificial pits of the Shang and Zhou dynasties because, after al...