Chapter 211: Enter Dragon Mountain, Master

The first day was uneventful, but on the second night, when everyone was sitting down to rest, there was an accident.

A monk went to the forest in the middle of the night to relieve himself and felt an itch in his leg after draining the water, so he looked down and saw a huge poisonous mosquito resting between his legs, drinking blood happily. The monk killed the mosquito with a slap, and at the end of his speech he said, "Damn it, how dare you bite me?"

As soon as the words left his mouth, he heard a strange sound coming from the surrounding woods. Startled, the monk suddenly remembered what Nangong Si had warned him about before the mountain, and was so frightened that he couldn't even lift up his trousers before he ran frantically down the road, shouting, "Help, Master, help!"

This loud cry from a disciple of Jiangdong Court, who was serving Huang Xiaoyue, was like a boulder in a pond, stirring up a thousand waves, and the crowd, who had been meditating quietly, got up to see a Jiangdong Court monk running furiously from a distance.

The man was butt naked, flinging his cock, crying as he ran. Behind him were at least a hundred small black-skinned snakes, several of which had already wrapped themselves around his legs and feet.

Huang Xiaoyue said in awe, "Disciple"

Nangong Si said, "Don't even go there."

The disciple ran over crying, but the number of snakes climbing on him grew so great that he eventually stumbled and fell to the ground, wailing, "Master, Master, help me!"

Huang Xiaoyue was about to help, but Nangong Si said, "This snake is the dragon beard of the evil dragon, if you kill one, it will turn into two, and the more you kill, the more you will kill, and it is very vindictive. If you are not afraid, go up and fight."

As soon as Huang Xiaoyue heard this, he immediately gave in, but his mouth chanted, "The greater good, the greater good." As he watched his disciple being swallowed up by a tidal wave of black snakes, the man tossed and rolled in the tide of snakes, writhing around in pain, the tide of snakes had completely covered him, turning him into a low black mound, which deflated at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Once this happened, no one said another word on the last day of the journey.

It is clear to anyone that too much talk is not enough.

Xue Zhengyong has even put a silencing spell on himself and, by extension, on Xue Meng, for no other reason than the fact that father and son are so fast-talking that if they muttered "dog" in passing, they would become a meal for the snakes in the blink of an eye.

On the third day, late in the evening, the group crossed the mountains of the Bandung and arrived at Dragon Mountain, the hero's mound of the School of Confucianism.

The Dragon Mountain boundary differs from Phoenix Mountain in that the dragon is averse to deception, so the boundary is transparent and unobstructed, allowing a clear view of the foothills from the outside.

Jiang Xi looked at the scene before him and asked, "Is this the place where the Confucianism School's generations of heroes and heroines are buried?"

The moonlight shone on Nangong Si's face and he was silent for a moment before saying, "Not bad."

Dragon Mountain, the transformation of a demon dragon, was made into a mountain after the first master of the Confucianism School subdued the dragon and made a blood pact with him to guard the souls and treasures of the Confucianism School, its temples and ancestral halls for generations.

This is the mountain where Nangong Si has followed his father to visit his tomb every winter solstice for as long as he can remember. Once upon a time, when he came, he could see the magnificent Hanbai jade stone staircase stretching endlessly, and the dark city guards who had long since stood guard on both sides of the mountain path, green-clad and crane-flagged.

"Greetings to the Young Prince."

Rumbling and shouting could still be heard in his ears as the crowds fell to their knees, and as he made his way up the mountain path, he could see his father, already preparing for the rituals, at the top of the clan's heavenly palace.

"You should open the boundary before it is too late, so that we can go in and kill the devil and defend the Way."

Nangong Si turned his head and the person speaking was Huang Xiaoyue.

In the heyday of the School of Confucianism, such a person would not have dared to return a slap to Nangong Si on a whim, even if he had been given a dozen slaps for no reason.

All can boast and glare at him today in front of his ancestral grave and flaunt his power.

Nangong Si held back, he had to hold back.

The gnashing of the molars was painful and had to be endured with great effort.

"Stand back all a little." He said, coming to the mountain gate by himself.

On the left and right of the statue stand two gods of the tomb, the toes alone as big as a child of five or six years old. These two gods, one with three faces, are either kind or angry, each with a magic weapon in his hand and a kushion ring around his arm, but strangely enough, the eyes of these gods are usually open, but they are closed and frowning, looking somewhat treacherous.

Without blinking, Nangong Si pierced the tip of his finger with a sleeve arrow and drew a charm on the spirit stone to ward off evil spirits, before saying, " Confucianism School 7th generation Genblood clan member, Nangong Si, pay homage."

Rumble

The earth shook.

A lesser man exclaimed, "Open your eyes that statue"

Mo Ran stood in the crowd and also looked up.

If the situation hadn't been so tense, he would have wanted to tell the man: it wasn't that statue, it was the two statues.

The two gods of the tomb, one left and one right, have opened their eyes, which are amber in colour and have slender pupils, like the eyes of a snake.

The statue on the left speaks slowly, with a voice like a bell, buzzing with aftershocks: " Nangong Si, you are familiar with the Seven Commandments of Confucianism".

Nangong Si said, "I, Confucianism, am a gentleman who is greedy, deceitful, deceitful, murderous, and plunderous."

At the back Huang Xiaoyue is sneering: "Talking is better than singing."

Many people, not just Huang Xiaoyue, have chanted in their hearts that these seven inactions are the greatest irony of the Confucianism School today.

The statue on the right speaks after it, in a distant voice that seems to come from the ages: "Nangong Si, there is a mirror above and a yellow spring below, walk in the world without shame."

"No shame in that."

These two paragraphs are the questions and answers that Nangong Si remembered from childhood to adulthood. Whoever from the Nangong family sets foot in the Hero's Mound must first go through these two questions and answer these two answers.

The first ancestors of the School of Confucianism set these two questions in the hope that the descendants of the family would remember the teachings of their ancestors and reflect on themselves when they made the pilgrimage to the mountain.

At this moment, Nangong Si can't help but think that when my father came here every winter solstice to pay his respects and answer these two questions, he was ever touched by the slightest hint of guilt.

Or is it really just a question and answer that is used as a key to the machine, as a check mark to open the Dragon Mountain boundary, and nothing more?

The knot is open.

The two stone statues, originally standing, suddenly vibrate slowly, changing their stance and eventually becoming one left and one right kneeling down on one knee.

"Respectfully, the master enters the mountain."

Nangong Si stood for a moment with his back to the crowd, and no one could see the look on his face, not even Ye Wangxi.

Only Nao Baijin whimpers from inside his arrow pouch, his snowy paws poking out and pawing at the rim: "Mee-oo, mee-oo"

"Come in."

Nangong Si concluded with these three succinct words and then took the lead in the Dragon Mountain area.

Xue Zhengyong undoes his silencing spell and asks, "Do we still need to be careful about what we say and do here?"

"No," Nangong Si said. Nangong Si said, "The cautionary tale was done in the area of the Pan dragon mountains to stop people with malicious intentions towards the Confucianism School from entering the mountains. When we get here, the dragon will decide that the visitor is not an enemy, so he will not bother with words."

But even though he said so, many people were still sceptical and refused to say much, and just followed Nangong Si up the hill in silence. Every 300 metres there are two totem carvings of the twelve zodiac signs, first a male and female rat, then a male and female ox, a tiger and a rabbit, and from halfway up the hill, the bones of the Confucianism School's heroes.

These heroes, in descending order of their life contributions, are laid to rest at Dragon Mountain.

The first place they came to was the lowest level of the burying ground.

Here stands an eight-foot high white jade, engraved with the names of individuals in brilliant colours, the top of which is inscribed with the words 'Spirit of Loyalty'.

"I've heard that the burials here are for the dead servants of the Nangong family through the generations." Xue Meng whispers to Mo Ran, "There are always a thousand or so."

He was right, this mountainous area was densely packed with graves and could not be seen as far as the eye could see.

Shi Mei worried, "What if all these thousands of servants are up? The Nangong servants are not bad, I'm afraid they'll be around for a while."

Xue Meng was busy covering his mouth, "Shhh, you're crazy, poo poo poo, don't be a crow"

Mo Ran said grimly from the side, "I'm afraid it's not really a crow's nest."

"Hey, dog, where are you going?"

Mo Ran didn't bother with Xue Meng, he walked straight away from the large group and walked in front of a loyalty mound, half kneeling down and taking a good look around.

The Confucianism School's Heroes' Mound is different from ordinary funerals in that there are no graves to seal the earth, but a translucent jade coffin, like a thick ice surface, half of the coffin sinks into the ground, while the surface of the coffin is directly exposed, so that the place of mass burial appears to be a continuous band of jade, emitting crystal light in the moonlight.

This cold jade is similar to the mortuary coffins at Frost Palace, which preserve the body from decaying and decaying as if it were alive. Mo Ran looks down at the coffin in front of him. The mass grave is not well tended, so the jade coffin has a thick layer of ash on its surface.

He stared at the woman for a moment, his eyes retracing their path along the coffin

He felt that something was wrong with the coffin.

But exactly what was wrong, he couldn't quite put his finger on.

He looked around, and before anyone noticed him, he put his hand on the surface of the coffin, closed his eyes and perceived carefully

Suddenly the palm shakes.

Mo Ran opened his eyes and his face was extremely ugly.

It is true that there is an evil aura in this coffin, but it is no longer strong, and Zhenlong is not inside the chess piece.

" Mo Ran " Xue Meng They were already going far away, shouting at him from a distance.

Mo Ran whispered to himself, "Right away."

He rubbed his slender hands inch by inch over the surface of the coffin, wiping away the thick layer of ash, trying to get a better look at the woman underneath without opening it.

As he scrubbed, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a detail in the aftermath and jerked to a halt.

He knew what was wrong.

Ash accumulation.

This coffin has the wrong kind of ash build-up

In addition to the area he had just wiped down, Mo Ran suddenly noticed that there was another area that was not dusty. On the side of the coffin, there were four marks of different lengths, and he hesitated for a moment and reached out to compare them, and found that it was just the place where a person would climb out of it and rest his four fingers, except for his thumb

Mo Ran paled in horror and was just about to tell the crowd to stop walking up the hill when he suddenly felt a cold, wet air coming from in front of him.

He jerked his head up and was coldly confronted by a corpse-white face.

A woman in a birthday suit was crouched behind a tombstone and was staring at him slyly.