Fortunately, Hsu Fengnian was no stranger to the military night curfew and the layout of the city defense. Fortunately, Luo Yang was willing to lower herself and follow him stealthily. When they arrived outside the wall of the Zhong family mansion, Hsu Fengnian chose a secluded corner with sparse lanterns and was about to climb over the wall when Luo Yang pulled him back. She stood up and her body twisted strangely on the wall. Only then did Hsu Fengnian realize that there was a trick to climbing over the wall. He imitated her and realized that there was a thin silver wire hanging from the top of the wall. Before he climbed over the wall and landed on the ground, he caught a glimpse of Luo Yang floating a few feet away from the wall. Her eyes were filled with mockery. Hsu Fengnian cursed in his heart. He fixed his gaze and took a deep breath to stop himself from falling. Like a gecko, he slid down the wall. Only then did he manage to avoid the endless mystery. However, she was the only one who could stand on the thin wire without the slightest vibration of the bell. Hsu Fengnian admitted that he did not have the ability to do so. The main reason was that Beiliang Palace had always been lax on the outside but tight on the inside. Even if they harbored evil intentions, they liked to close the door and beat the dog. In comparison, the Zhong family mansion was much more cautious. It was obvious that they wanted to repel the enemy first so that the enemy would know the difficulty and retreat. They did not want to kill anyone. Perhaps this was also the Zhong family's way of deliberately putting up a low profile in other people's territory.
As long as the architecture of the courtyard was the work of a master, there would naturally be laws to be followed. The majestic Beiliang Palace was a collection of great achievements. The Zhong Mansion could be considered a first-class style in the Spring of Joy, but compared to the Beiliang Mansion which occupied a mountain and called itself the king, it was still not worth mentioning. Hsu Fengnian walked very leisurely and contentedly. Hearing voices, he circled around the people he met, as if he was taking a stroll in his own home. He led the white-clothed devil around the beams and through the corridors. However, at first he could still sense Luo Yang's presence, but after a quarter of an hour his perception completely disappeared. Hsu Fengnian was also too lazy to worry about groundless fears and speculate based on his identity. He did not want to go to Zhong Shentong and Zhong Liang's place and invite trouble. He arrived at the elegant courtyard of the distinguished guest, Lu Gui. The closer he got to the main courtyards, the more relaxed the security was. This was also the Zhong Family's conceit.
Like a swallow returning to its nest, Hsu Fengnian hung under the eaves that did not reflect his figure. The room was brightly lit, and the golden threads pierced through the small holes in the paper window. He saw a middle-aged man who looked about 60% similar to Lu Chen reading a book at night. His brows were hazy, and there was also an old man dressed in sackcloth sitting opposite him. The old man looked thin, and his ten fingers were crossed on the table. The most eye-catching thing was that his lips were purple, which was exactly the same as the Beiliang's Master Qingshui, Yao Jian. It was obvious that this was caused by years of tasting soil and identifying acupoints. It could be seen that the Zhong family's journey to the west was indeed to borrow the Lu Family's Geomancy Technique to explore the mausoleum of the Emperor Qin. The old man in sackcloth had an exquisite brass lamp in his hand. Both he and Lu Gui were deeply worried, but they did not rejoice at the prospect of opening the mausoleum and getting a share of the loot. Hsu Fengnian could still be considered somewhat understanding. When it came to the mausoleum of the Emperor Qin, the mausoleum of the Emperor of the mortal world, the technique of mechanisms was only a small matter. What was more troublesome was the contamination of fate energy. If the Yin energy was too heavy, not only would the people who entered the mausoleum temporarily die after obtaining the treasures temporarily, it was likely that they would also bring disaster to several generations of their descendants. The brass lamp was also known as the Ventilation Lamp. It contained the essence and blood of a child. Once it was lit, it could be used to ward off the Yin energy.
The old man in the house sighed, "Thirty-six lamps are still too few. The divination also shows that the odds are against us. "
Lu Gui looked tired and said helplessly, "Things happened in a hurry. Where can we get enough lamps for the Great Zhou Dynasty?"
The old man sneered, "The Zhong family is boorish and arrogant. How would they know the knowledge behind this? It's not something that can be matched by human strength."
Lu Gui said softly, "The walls have ears."
The old man laughed involuntarily, "Master, the Zhong brothers still have the breadth of mind."
Lu Gui shook his head, "It's better to be safe than sorry. In front of great wealth, everyone is narrow-minded. "
At this point, the old man did not say anything else. His ten fingers gently stroked the brass lamp with the carved Buddha statue. Although he was born poor, he had great skills. Since he was young, he had learned how to make Buddha from an unknown Buddhist master. It was only after that Buddhist master passed away that he was valued. He was known as the ancestor of the revival of Dunhuang Buddha Cave. After his death, he was posthumously conferred the title of Abbot of the Whole Mountain. He was especially good at making Guanyin statues. Although the old man was not a monk, he was ingenious. His Buddha statue did not stick to the Guanyin. It was said that the Ten Thousand Buddhas were in the heart, thirty-two faces, good for light, and good for eighty kinds of good. The Qi-Exchanging Lamp was his creation. According to the Precepts of the King's Scripture, if the Buddha statue was not as good as the Dharma, even if the Buddha Bodhisattva was consecrated by the eminent monk, they would not come to receive the Buddha. In layman's terms, the common folk only knew that it was not easy to invite the Buddha, but they did not know how difficult it was. In fact, if the Buddha statue was not as good as the Dharma, the real Buddha would not come. Therefore, many places of worship were not blessed by the Dharma. Therefore, many places of worship were not blessed by the Dharma, and many places of worship were full of evil. This led to the Buddha statue not being effective, and the prayers not being fulfilled. This was the reason why the Buddha statue was not as good as Dharma.
Especially this brass lamp. At first glance, it was not eye-catching, but upon closer inspection, it was like a new moon, full of charm. It could be considered the highest achievement of the old man in hemp. If it were not for his lamp, no matter how good Lu Gui was in Feng Shui, he would not have dared to come to Xihe Province.
Lu Gui raised his cup and took a sip of wine. He said slowly, "It is recorded on the bamboo slip that Emperor Qin mobilized tens of thousands of people to cut off the river and dug a mausoleum on the mountain wall above the water. After sealing it, he opened the gate and released the river water. The people and nearly a thousand supervisors were all killed by the Imperial Guards. The ingenuity of the acupoint construction technique and the ruthlessness of the method of hiding the truth are unprecedented. This is what an emperor should do. "
Lu Gui continued, "If we want to reopen the mausoleum of the Emperor Qin, we have to collude with the Preceptor Helian Weiwu. Otherwise, how can we do such a huge project of cutting off the river? As for how the Zhong family persuaded this stubborn old man, we don't know. That's good. One less secret, one less trouble. "
Xu Fengnian, who was hanging under the eaves, frowned. Eight hundred years ago, in the mausoleum of the Qin Emperor, Li Zhu, the empress of the Great Qin Empire, and the white-robed Luoyang who spat out pearls. Why did it feel like they were about to become one?
Was Luo Yang, whose pearl of the pearl was destroyed by Đồng Thái, trying to ruin the Zhong family's good deed, or was she trying to accomplish her own good deed?
Hsu Fengnian, who was helping the evildoer, was worried.
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