Tomb raiding: Carrying a coffin during a funeral procession, rewarded with the Dragon Elephant Prajn

Seeing that A Ning and the others were still looking at the ancient seal script on the bluestone, Li Changsheng stepped forward and pointed to the ancient seal script that resembled flowers and birds, and said.

"No need for further study, I can decipher these ancient seal scripts!"

Upon hearing this, Ah Ning was overjoyed and quickly asked, "What does it say on this?"

"This is the ancient seal script of the snail and cicada from the ancient Shu period. It describes how the Wushan Mountains were prone to flash floods during the ancient Shu period, causing great suffering to the local people."

"Later, a reclusive master who called himself the Great King of Wuling emerged from the depths of Wushan! This man was burly, with a full beard, and possessed the ability to move mountains and fill seas, and could command ghostly soldiers to dredge rivers."

"The King of Wuling made an agreement with the local people that he would use magic to control the floods, but the people were not allowed to enter the mountain while he was performing his magic. Only every few days would a special person come to offer food, which had to be placed in front of the cave entrance. After three gong strikes, the people had to leave immediately."

"The project to dredge the river by King Wuling progressed smoothly, and within a few months the river channel in Wushan was improved. The people were grateful for his contribution, so they found King Wuling a wife."

"The wife of the King of Wuling was surnamed Li. After their marriage, because the King of Wuling spent many years in the mountains controlling floods, Li missed him terribly. So she secretly went into the mountains to reunite with him. Who knew that she would break her promise and enter the mountains, only to see a giant wild boar butting the mountain with its head. The so-called ghost soldiers were just the mountain demons and spirits under the wild boar king's command."

"Ms. Li was so frightened that she died on the spot, fell into the canyon, and was smashed to pieces."

"King Wuling loved his wife deeply. Upon learning of this, he was heartbroken and took his wife's body into the deep mountains, never to come out again."

"However, while the floods in Wushan have improved considerably, other areas are still plagued by floods. Therefore, the imperial court at the time specially conferred the title of Wuling King on him as the Wuling Mountain-Moving King, asking him to help manage the river channels for the sake of the disaster-stricken people."

"Wuling King eventually agreed, but one time when he was dredging a river in another place, he was so tired that he revealed his true form and fell asleep on the spot. The people in the other place did not know that the wild boar was Wuling Yishan King, so they cut off his head and threw it into a big pot to cook and eat it."

Hearing this, Hei Xiazi couldn't hold back and told a lame joke.

"So, the reason the Black Goat King doesn't have a head is because his head was used to make pig's head meat?"

The foreman sighed and said, "The more I hear 'Black Sheep King,' the more it sounds like Marshal Tianpeng, Zhu Bajie..."

If this ancient inscription is true, then the Black Sheep King in the story is definitely a good monster.

He not only helped the people manage the floods, but he also never harmed them.

"It's too early to say that. If the Black Goat King is a good demon, why would there be someone sitting in this cave?!"

Ah Ning, however, was rational and did not believe such a record.

No one in this world speaks ill of themselves; epitaphs and biographies all deliberately highlight the good things.

For some reason, it was Gou Daoshi who listened unusually attentively among the crowd. When Li Changsheng stopped, he became somewhat anxious and quickly asked, "Is there anything else?"

Li Changsheng glanced at the Taoist priest Gou and sneered inwardly.

He had long suspected that there was something wrong with Taoist Gou, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

At first, he wondered if the Taoist priest Gou might be a descendant of the Feng family. However, in the tomb of Feng Wangli, the Taoist priest Gou was clearly also visiting for the first time and showed no respect for Feng Wangli, so he figured he probably wasn't a descendant of the Feng family.

and so……

Gou Daoshi's real target was not Feng Shigu, the Earth Immortal in the Earth Immortal Village, but the corpse of the Black Sheep King!

He should know some legends about the Black Sheep King, and that the Black Sheep King's corpse possessed many strange abilities.

With this in mind, Li Changsheng didn't hold back, and Xu Ai translated the last section of ancient seal script.

"After the death of King Wuling Yishan, plagues and locust plagues raged in the Wushan area. The local people said that King Wuling was still harboring resentment, so they specially collected his remains and buried them deep in Wushan. They also built a sacrificial palace and made a jade body and bronze head statue, which was worshipped every day."

Upon hearing this, everyone turned their gaze to the jade-bodied, bronze-headed statue of the Black Sheep King on the bluestone.

Ah Ning said, "So, this place we're in now is the main hall where the Black Sheep King is worshipped. But... that doesn't make sense. On the stone altar outside, besides the bones of the Wushan apes, there are also wild boar bones. The local people all know that the Wuling King was transformed from a wild boar, yet they still kill wild boars to sacrifice to him?"

Li Changsheng shrugged and casually replied, "I don't know, maybe there are different breeds of wild boars."

Xiang, the foreman, smiled and said, "In my opinion, these records are too absurd and are mostly just later generations spreading rumors."

"The human stools in this offering hall, along with countless pieces of flesh and bones, all demonstrate that King Wuyang was a tyrannical lord. How could he possibly be a benevolent monster who wholeheartedly served the people?"

Hei Xiazi interrupted, "Then tell me, what is the truth?"

"I don't know the truth, but I can guess a thing or two. This King Wuyang was probably enfeoffed as a vassal because of his meritorious service in controlling the floods, but he was cruel to the people under his rule and was eventually overthrown by the people and beheaded. If the people killed the vassal and the king were to punish him, all the people of Wushan would suffer. That's why they made up this story."

As soon as Xiang Batou said this, everyone agreed.

Compared to the claim that a pig demon can control floods and command mountain spirits to move mountains and fill seas, his version is clearly more believable.

"Alright, whatever the truth is, we've come this far, so we should look ahead."

Ah Ning waved her hand, interrupting their argument.

Behind this natural cave is a passage leading to the outside world.

Mike put away the bronze head he had pulled off the jade statue, and the group set off again.

After entering the passage, less than two hundred steps later, a light appeared in front of us.

When Aning reached the end, she saw that everyone had already crossed the peaks of Coffin Gorge and arrived at the other end of the gorge.

This canyon is not as steep as Coffin Canyon. Outside the cave entrance are layers of rock walls, and above them are equally treacherous bird paths.

The group followed the bird path downhill for half an hour before finally reaching the bottom of the canyon.

There is no water flowing below this canyon; all you can see are lush trees and weeds.

Of course, just because it's not there now doesn't mean it definitely won't be!

The bottom of deep mountain valleys like this is the place most prone to flooding.

A torrential rain a dozen kilometers upstream can often cause a flash flood.

As it was getting dark, Aning announced that they should set up camp on the spot.

Putting aside everything else, the mercenaries under her command have extremely rich experience in wilderness survival, even more so than the head of the gang.

After all, Xiang and his men would at most search for ancient tombs in the mountains near the town; they wouldn't be idle enough to go to some primeval forest.

The mercenaries under Aning's command are different; they have been to places like the Amazon rainforest, the African savanna, and all sorts of uninhabited islands.