"Damn the bottle..." After wringing off the clothes, Zhang Guozhong thought hard. Now it seems that those bottles are not just "reducing supplies", and it is likely to have a lot to do with the cracking of the entire Eighteen Ming Ding. As the descendant of the Zhao family, Zhao Kuncheng's father could not have no idea of ​​the power of the Eighteen Ming Ding. If this person dared to break alone without getting the "stepstone", it means that he had at least theoretically found the cracking method of the Eighteen Ming Ding, but it was just a mistake in actual operation. At this time, the so-called "stepstone" he had on hand was still unknown whether it was useful after getting the seal. The safest way at the moment is to break the Eighteen Ming Ding to prevent future troubles. Now, the only clue is those disgusting bottles.

Putting on the wet clothes, Zhang Guozhong decided to go back to Zhao Kuncheng's father's body and carefully check the bottles.

At the same time, outside Longtan.

Holding the compass, Lao Liu found a towering tree, and the beating of the indicator seemed to be due to this.

These Eighteen Ming Dings have not been recorded in the documents of famous and upright schools. Only some handwritten copies of folk miscellaneous books have been passed down in the world, and different miscellaneous books are described differently, and they all say everything. At first, the excessive dependence on the compass made Lao Liu not take these Eighteen Ming Dings seriously. Seeing the swaying of the compass pointer, it was almost the same as the little beasts who had been cultivating immortals for thirty or fifty years. However, the scene of himself and Qin Ge and Song Kuan surrendering at the same time forced Lao Liu to be more cautious.

After peeling off the rotten fallen leaves, Lao Liu found that the roots of the big tree reached here and were artificially cut off. The level of the ground outside the roots was very different from the surrounding land, and it was obviously passive.

"That's it..." Old Liu took off his backpack, took out a piece of dead jade, carefully placed it in front of the broken tree roots, and then gently dug it on the soil with a dagger. According to Old Liu's idea, these Eighteen Nether Dings should have similarities to the "Eight Immortals Bureau". The most feasible way to crack is to resolve resentment, first let the evil ghosts become wild ghosts, and then to rebirth. Therefore, a "earth fire array" should be set up first.

"Earth Fire Array" is a formation made of red-nitrogen as the raw material. It was originally very expensive and it was difficult for the people to get such things. However, Song Kuan was an expert from the Chinese Academy of Sciences. He didn't have much effort to find a comrade from the Institute of Geology to ask for a large bottle. The weight was more than one pound, which was enough to place the Earth Fire Array more than a dozen times.

First force the evil ghost into the dead jade, then put the dead jade in a peach wood box, and create a "ghost tomb" far away from the eye of the vein. If the evil ghost is too resentful, directly lay out the seven gates to trap it, and then use the talisman scripture to repeatedly release its resentment, you should become a wild ghost in at most an hour. After the soul has been relied on, the peach wood box and the dead jade can be used again.

What I thought was very seamless, but the actual situation made Lao Liu's head mist.

After a few strokes, he encountered a hard thing, buried very shallowly. It seemed that this was the vein eye of the Eighteen Ming Ding (the body of "Ming Ding". After digging a few times, Old Liu found that he had dug up the leg bone, so he turned around and calculated the length and started to dig the other side. However, as soon as the dagger pierced the ground, he hit something hard. The depth of the burial was shallower than the legs.

"It's strange... Could it be that this person was buried slanted? And he was buried with him?" Old Liu didn't know what was buried below, but the sound was not like a human bone, but like ceramics or glassware.

"What the hell is this?" After peeling off the rotten leaves, Lao Liu found that it was a glass bottle. The mouth of the bottle was sealed very well with rubber, just like a bottle in a chemistry laboratory. He looked into the bottle with flashlight and it seemed to be a human ear.

Just as Lao Liu looked at him, he suddenly felt a gust of cold wind coming towards him, which was very unnatural.

"Who!!" Old Liu was also shocked and shone forward with a flashlight. There was nothing, but the light in his eyes seemed to see the ears in the bottle moved by themselves. This made Old Liu frightened and quickly buried the bottle back.

"Damn it, don't touch your evil genius... set up my formation first..." Just as he was about to dig down, Old Liu suddenly felt something was wrong. Logically speaking, Zhao Mingchuan should have lived in the late Qing Dynasty. In that era, there should not be such a glass bottle with good sealing. Then the glass bottle next to the eye of the pulse was probably put in by later generations...?

Thinking of this, Lao Liu, like Zhang Guozhong, immediately thought of Zhao Kuncheng and his father who had never rebelled. But... According to Qin Ge's analysis, Zhao Kuncheng and his father had not obtained the imperial seal, since they had not obtained the things, what's the use of putting this thing? At this moment, Lao Liu stood up and did not dare to continue digging, "Or they have already obtained the imperial seal, and the Eighteen Nether Dings have been broken? No, the three brothers were knocked down without even saying a word, which means that the Eighteen Nether Dings still have the power of the Eighteen Nether Dings. Moreover, if Zhao Kuncheng had already obtained the imperial seal, he would still fight for his life to use the stepping stone..." Lao Liu's thoughts became more and more chaotic. The bottle that popped out of thin air seemed to make all the natural assumptions begin to be inconsistent again.

Looking at the pointer jumping on the compass, Old Liu could only bite the bullet and open it once. Although he was not very good at it, he had no other choice at this moment.

Sitting cross-legged on the ground, closing his eyes, Lao Liu took a deep breath to calm down. After more than twenty minutes, Lao Liu's head and legs were numb, and his eyes were barely opened. At this time, a dark gray mist was concentrated in the position where the bottle was buried just now, and there was nothing unusual in the position where the body was buried. It seemed that the problem was that it appeared on the bottle, and the gray mist did not look like ordinary evil ghosts, but like the breath emitted by an immortal beast.

"Is it a beast?" Opening his eyes, Old Liu's head stripped the floating soil on the bottle again...

In the Longtan, Zhang Guozhong returned to Zhao Kuncheng's father's body.

I picked up the bottle I just now, took out the compass and came to the bottle, and found that the compass had a slight reaction. But if it was a little farther away, the indicator's reaction would disappear, as if it was not a powerful thing, or if it was not done by the surrendering master, there would be no harm at all.

After searching around the dead bone for a long time, Zhang Guozhong did not find anything new, so he simply put the four bottles into his bag. What Zhao Kuncheng's father brought with him might really have a role...

After getting familiar with the route, Zhang Guozhong simply installed a compass and quickly returned to Bailonggou. "Damn it, I have to go into the water again..." Zhang Guozhong reluctantly swam across the ditch for a second time, and walked upstream along Bailonggou from the other side.

After about half an hour of walking, Zhang Guozhong looked up at the astrological signs, took out the compass, compared with the mountain map accurately positioned by Song Kuan based on the ancient pictures, and determined the scope of the "museum" to an area about 30 meters square. He fired a flashlight and shone it. There was no trace of artificial construction in the wild mountain nest. Except for a half-large tree, it was full of weeds and rocks. Only this tree seemed to stand out.

When he came to the tree, Zhang Guozhong determined that it was a jujube tree. In the past, many members planted it in their own yards.

"Japan Tree?" Zhang Guozhong felt very strange. The jujube tree grew slowly. With the thickness of the jujube tree in front of him, it must be at least hundreds of years old. After so many years of flowering and fruiting, no saplings grew under the tree, which means that the seeds of the jujube tree cannot sprout naturally here. What's even more strange is that no matter how you look at this jujube tree, it looks like the domestic varieties planted in the yard of the members' houses before, and it is not like the wild varieties in the mountains.

"Could it be..." Zhang Guozhong carefully searched under the tree. At this moment, the only reasonable guess explanation for this jujube tree was planted by Zhao Mingchuan or Zhao Kuncheng's father, and its purpose was probably the coordinates of the treasure land.

Sure enough, five or six steps away from the tree, Zhang Guozhong quickly noticed a large stone. From the outside, it was quite large, but Zhang Guozhong was able to move with his hands and it seemed that the inside of the stone had been hollowed out.

When I moved the stone, I saw a black hole less than one meter in diameter, which was straight down like a well. I shone it with a flashlight, and there seemed to be water below. A stone was thrown down. Zhang Guozhong listened to the sound, and it seemed that it was not very deep.

Take out a rope from your bag and tie it to the trunk of the jujube tree. Zhang Guozhong held the dagger in his mouth and slowly fell into the hole along the rope.

The water in the cave was only at the knees. When both feet fell on the ground, Zhang Guozhong shone the surroundings with a flashlight and found that it was not an artificial cave, but a semi-natural and semi-artificial cave similar to the treasure cave in Bashan. The cave area was not very large, only forty or fifty square meters. The walls of the cave were natural on three sides, and one side was artificially chiseled. In the center of the artificial cave wall was a seated statue of Guanyin Bodhisattva carved with natural bulges of rocks. It was about the same size as a real person, but it was not much the same as the statue of Guanyin worshipped in the temple: the statue of Guanyin was not holding a jade bottle, but a jade box.

"Is it this?" Zhang Jian observed the stone cave and found that there was nothing suspicious, but just in case, he tied the rope around his waist and walked carefully towards the jade box...

At this moment, outside the Dragon Pond.

Old Liu was thinking when he suddenly heard a series of crisp gunshots coming from a distance.

"It's broken!" Old Liu didn't care about it, and at least he packed up his things and started running back in three steps. Not long after he ran, he saw two flashlights shaking towards him from not far away.

"Master Qin...! Is it you?" Old Liu shouted.

"Liu..." The person opposite was obviously Qin Ge, and he shouted the word Liu. The flashlight suddenly shook, and the glowing point suddenly fell to the ground, followed by a scream and several gunshots.

"Master Qin! Hold on!" Old Liu couldn't figure out why something happened to Qin Ge and his friends in at this moment? Is it related to the bottle he dug out? Then why is he okay?...

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Onitsuka: Like the tomb of clothing, Onitsuka is not the body of the deceased, but the soul.

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