The court lackeys of the eight-hour workday

Chapter 226 Mantra
The Mausoleum of Emperor Dashuo is located in a valley in Tianshou Mountain.

On the left and right sides of the entrance are Longshan and Hushan, with the Great Palace Gate in the middle - the place where Wu Zhiheng and other celestial beings attacked.

After passing the palace gate, there is the stele building. After walking through a ten-mile-long main sacred road, you will reach the Dragon and Phoenix Gate. On the foothills behind the Dragon and Phoenix Gate are the mausoleums of the emperors of Dashuo.

Wu Zhiheng was standing behind the Dragon and Phoenix Gate at this time, looking at the Xiaoling Mausoleum opposite.

"You're really defenseless!?"

Wu Zhiheng couldn't believe it.

He was extremely cautious along the way, and was wary of every tree and grass. Whenever the wind blew off leaves, he would suddenly turn his head to look and use his protective Qi to prepare himself.

However, after walking along the main sacred road of more than ten miles, he didn't see a single person!
There was no Emperor Jianwen, no Ming Cult, no Xiaoling Guard. The mysterious leader of the Ming Cult and the master who fought with Emperor Jianwen did not appear.

It seemed as if Wu Zhiheng was the only one left in the huge imperial mausoleum.

The more this happened, the more Wu Zhiheng dared not let it go. At this moment, he actually hoped that someone would come and hit him and have a fight.

As a man of martial arts, he is not afraid of fighting or getting hurt.

But the fear of the unknown, that feeling of a sword hanging over one's head but never falling, is extremely difficult to bear.

"call--"

Wu Zhiheng let out a long breath, took a moment to calm his fluctuating emotions, and looked towards the Xiaoling Mausoleum not far away.

He walked slowly towards the Xiaoling Mausoleum.

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"and then?"

The emperor obviously would not condescend to ask, so the young eunuch asked on the side.

Wu Zhiheng hesitated for a long while, then slowly uttered a string of formulas.

"Swallowing the sky, absorbing the sea, and capturing the stars,"

"All the rivers flow into my stream."

"Hundreds of meridians reverse to seize destiny,"

"The spirit is scattered and the spirit is withered... the bones become the boat."

The emperor in the carriage suddenly opened his eyes and stared at Wu Zhiheng!
"Have you finished reciting this formula?"

Wu Zhiheng shook his head and continued reading.

"There are three more."

"To force oneself to take over the wilderness is to sink oneself into the abyss."

"Greed leads to madness, bones break and marrow dry up;"

"The gods are angry and the people are resentful. The gods are chasing them away."

"I only took a quick look and can only remember these..."

The emperor frowned and said.

"Tell me in detail! How did you see it?"

"Yes."

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Wu Zhiheng walked into the Xiaoling Mausoleum.

squeak--

squeak--

squeak--

As soon as he stepped in, he heard a series of extremely harsh sounds.

It was as if someone was using an extremely sharp object to carve on a hard object like stone.

If there is sound, it means there is someone.

Wu Zhiheng actually felt relieved.

He used the horizontal training technique to protect his body and moved forward slowly.

Mixed in with the harsh sound, the voices of two people could be heard faintly.

"You haven't read much? I've read the notes of Ji Tianrui and Prince Miao. They put a lot of effort into writing. Why do you write so crookedly? Can the emperor recognize your writing if it's like this?"

"Those papers I found at An's house, were all written by you, right?"

The male voice said.

"I am young, and I only care about martial arts and killing people. How can I learn much?"

A pleasant female voice said. Wu Zhiheng walked slowly into the square inside the Xiaoling Mausoleum.

The scene in the square came into view.

On one side of the square, a large hole several meters square was broken, revealing a section of stone steps that extended all the way downward until it disappeared into the bottomless darkness.

Next to the cave, there is a coffin.

In other words, a pile of coffins.

Judging from the shape, the materials and workmanship of this coffin were obviously of great quality, but it was ruthlessly torn into a pile of broken pieces.

And in the square, there were two people.

One of them looked to be in his thirties, with a heroic appearance, strong arms and slim waist, wearing a dark black suit and a pair of dark black gloves on his hands. His silver hair was tied up on his head, with two strands of hair hanging down, covering his profile.

A petite figure, whose appearance can be seen as outstanding just by looking at her back, she is wearing a plain white suit, with her hair loosely tied in a bun, and one hand is holding up her sleeve, revealing her snow-white wrist.

Both of them were squatting on the ground, holding a piece of coffin broken pieces in their left hands, taking a look at it, and then scratching the ground a few times with their right hands.

The two men's fingers were like steel hooks, carving deep marks on the ground.

The harsh sound was the sound of them carving on the ground with their fingers.

"Is that almost enough, Your Majesty?"

The man suddenly threw away the coffin in his hand, stood up and stretched.

"The ground is almost completely carved. Even the blindest person should be able to see it all if he comes in."

Suddenly, a hoarse and stagnant voice came from behind Wu Zhiheng.

"Ah."

"!!!"

Wu Zhiheng was startled, turned around suddenly and threw a punch backwards!
But it missed!

The man glanced over here and chuckled.

"There's no point in scaring children, your majesty."

despair.

Footsteps were heard, passing by Wu Zhiheng.

Emperor Jianwen walked past Wu Zhiheng as if he was just passing by. He didn't even look at him. He walked to the pile of coffins, looked down at them, and remained silent.

clap clap.

The man suddenly clapped his hands, attracting Wu Zhiheng's attention.

"Come back to your senses, my Lord."

"Didn't ask for advice?"

Wu Zhiheng did not rush to answer, but glanced at the three people.

He roughly knew the identities of these three people.

Emperor Jianwen, the leader of the Ming Cult, and the master who defeated Emperor Jianwen.

One of them tore Huang Jin's throat in front of ten priests, fought and retreated with eight priests, and escaped into the imperial mausoleum unscathed.

One of them rushed into the Xiaoling Mausoleum and was the instigator who released Emperor Jianwen.

One was a master who killed five priests and Wang Zhi alone in His Majesty's mausoleum, and then fought with Emperor Jianwen, forcing him to flee in panic. He was chased across half a mountain before he gave up.

It can truly be said that "immortals are as numerous as hemp"!
Each of them is a peerless villain who can rival at least six or seven worshippers!

Any one of them could tear Wu Zhiheng into pieces that were too thin to be put into Lanzhou ramen in the time it takes to drink a cup of tea!

But here there are three!

Wu Zhiheng has fallen into despair.

The man chuckled.

"Why do you look like you're ready to be killed?"

"Don't worry, you won't die in our hands."

"Our old Majesty who has aged 142 years needs you to tell your young Majesty something."

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"He said that what Your Majesty wants is everywhere in the Xiaoling Mausoleum, just waiting for Your Majesty to see it."

"Just... don't let too many people in. Otherwise, too many people will talk nonsense. Scarcity makes things valuable. Who knows if someone spreads it out, and this thing will become worthless. Your Majesty's efforts will be in vain."

Wu Zhiheng said tremblingly.

(End of this chapter)