Records of Mysterious Things in the Southern Dynasties

Chapter 197: Using the Son to Attract the Father
Prince Dong did not have any special magical powers, so when he met Zu An, he naturally told him everything he knew.

Unfortunately, he didn't know where his father was.

Nangong had no choice but to go into the dream again to explore his memory.

I almost died of disgust...

As soon as she woke up from the dream, she picked up the inkstone on the table and hit it directly on Master Dong's head.

Prince Dong was also smart. The inkstone broke into eight pieces on his head but he didn't get hurt. However, the black ink flowed all over his face. It didn't hurt much, but it was extremely insulting.

"Ah, this..." The Fifth Dimension and others looked at Nangong in amazement. Although she had a bad temper, she rarely used violence.

"I've never seen such a filthy person." Nangong rubbed his messy hair in frustration, as if he wanted to erase those unbearable scenes. "I feel dirty..."

"It's okay, just forget it quickly." The fifth owner used his own experience to comfort her. "Oh, I forgot. You are famous for having a good memory."

"It's okay, I'll be fine after I calm down." Nangong let out a breath. In fact, she was suffering from insomnia and her memory was seriously declining. She could not forget the things related to the fifth dimension.

After a while, Nangong calmed down and said, "Dong Dangmen did everything he did, but he did not know anything about the robbery of the tomb of Donghunhou."

"Then all my efforts have been in vain?" Zuan said dejectedly.

"How can it be in vain?" Ren Yuan said, "I heard that tomb robbers are usually fathers and sons. The one pulling the rope at the top must be the father, and the one stealing the treasure at the bottom must be the son. Why is that?"

"Is there any need to ask? This guy is too easily tempted by money and kills people to keep all the money. But even a tiger won't eat its own cubs, and I can't let my son go." Zuan's eyes lit up and he said, "You mean, use this kid to lure me out?"

"Yeah." Ren Yuan nodded and said, "I think we can give it a try."

"Not bad." Nangong also praised: "The business that the Dong family does is too detrimental to their moral character. It's difficult to have children. It's been nine generations of a single family. Even if they capture the son, are they worried about not being able to lure out the father?"

"Okay." The fifth owner said:

"I will ask the higher-ups to spread the news that Dong Xian has been arrested. If Dong Dang doesn't show up for three days, his son will be skinned alive."

"What if he doesn't receive the letter in three days?" asked Chen Baxian.

"Don't worry, people in their line of work are well-informed." Diwuwei shook his head confidently and said, "Dong Dangmen is the master of the Fa Qiu sect, and he has many disciples. And he must be keeping an eye on us, so I guarantee he will know about it at the first sight."

He smiled slyly and said, "Who knows, we can try the same trick of 'the mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind'."

~~
The Fifth Dimension submitted the plan and it was quickly approved.

The next day, the Gou Chensi posted notices in crowded places in the capital.

People from all dynasties loved to watch the fun, so they immediately gathered around and listened to the literate person reading:
"The letter from the Gouchen Division to Dong Dangmen - your son Dong Xian has been arrested. He has confessed to all his crimes and should be executed by slow slicing according to the law..."

"What? Prince Dong was arrested?" The people of the capital were extremely surprised and happy to hear this: "The court finally did something about human rights."

"Great! Taotie has finally been brought to justice!" The people were as excited as if it were New Year's Day. "It would be even better if Hundun, Taowu and Qiongqi could also be brought to justice."

"What are you thinking? Do you really think the court will sacrifice their own relatives for the sake of justice and eliminate harm for the people?" The person who read the notice sneered, "Listen to the rest of it - you have three days to surrender yourself to our office, and we may grant you a pardon. After three days, you will be executed according to the law. No one will be allowed to die after that time!"

After the scholar finished reading, he raised his voice and said, "Did you hear that? If it weren't for catching his father, we wouldn't touch him."

"That's fine. One of them has to die anyway. If Dong Dangmen dies, Prince Dong won't be able to jump around anymore." The common people were easily satisfied and said, "One less trouble is one less." "Alas, the ignorant and insensitive people of Liang..." The scholar shook his head in frustration, feeling that he couldn't communicate with these fools. "This is the result of the court not using our Confucianism."

When they heard him start to bring in his own agenda, the people dispersed. What the hell is Confucianism? Is it about distributing porridge? Is it about caring about the next life? It's incomprehensible.

After hearing the notice, a peddler also picked up his load and followed the crowd. But he did not continue to walk around the streets, but went straight home.

After putting down his burden and closing the door, he went into the bedroom, dragged out a tablet from under the bed, wiped off the dust on it with his sleeve, and a line of words appeared on the tablet - the seat of the ancestor Cao Mengde.

He placed the tablet respectfully behind the incense burner, lit a stick of incense, and then prayed silently.

The smoke rose into the air, and no one knew where it was going.

~~
Twenty miles south of Beijing, on the northern foot of Niu Shou Mountain, there are a large number of Jin Dynasty tombs.

Deep inside one of the inconspicuous tombs, there was actually a fairly spacious tomb chamber.

There was actually an oil lamp lit in the southeast corner of the tomb.

What was even more outrageous was that the coffin of the tomb owner was covered with bedding, and a middle-aged man wearing an eye mask was lying on it, dozing off.

The owner of the tomb couldn't defeat him and was helpless, so he could only sulk in the coffin.

Hearing the zombie in the coffin kicking the coffin board again, the middle-aged man opened his eyes and smiled: "You said you have turned into a zombie, why are you still so petty? I'm not robbing your tomb, I'm just staying here for a few days, how does it bother you?"

"What, it's been two months? Does time have any meaning to zombies?"

"Why did I choose yours out of so many graves? Because the other graves are too quiet, only yours has some activity." The middle-aged man smiled and said, "It would be nice if we could keep each other company and relieve our boredom."

"Not good..." The zombies were so angry that they spoke.

"Oh, you can talk now. That's great. If you can talk, please say more. Don't make me talk to myself all day long." The middle-aged man was Dong Dangmen, whom Gou Chensi had been looking for. He was proficient in the art of earth escape. Going to a tomb was like going home for him. He had been hiding under a tomb outside the capital city during this time.

He has a magic weapon that can conceal the secrets of heaven and prevent all spying. Even if someone uses great supernatural powers, he cannot be found.

If it weren't for the fact that he couldn't perform the escape technique in the capital, he would actually prefer to stay in the city and find a grave of an acquaintance to stay at. That would be easier to kill time...

While he was entertaining himself with the poor zombie, he suddenly had an idea and sat cross-legged, listening to the disciples' prayers in meditation.

As long as the disciples of Faqiu burn incense and pray to the tablet of the ancestor, he can hear it. But whether he responds or not depends on his mood.

After hearing the disciple's report, Dong Dangmen angrily slapped the noisy zombie into powder! However, the coffin outside was not damaged at all.

After a while, he received several more prayers one after another, all talking about the same thing.

Dong Dangmen quickly took out the tortoise shell and read his son's fortune, which turned out to be a very bad omen.

Now he had no choice but to believe it.

Dong Dangmen paced back and forth anxiously. If he turned himself in at this time, he and his son would be arrested. But he only had this one son, how could he watch Dong Xian die and let the old Dong family have no descendants?
After long thinking, he finally came up with a charter.

(End of this chapter)