MTL - After the Fairy Disappeared-Chapter 43 Zhong Shengguang Cemetery

  Chapter 43 Zhong Shengguang Cemetery

  Sun Fuping stood up: "Since I have the same opinion as Jun He, let's start with this clue."

   "How to find it?" Nian Songyu frowned, "Do you want to pray for rain at the Panlong ruins?"

   "The success rate of praying for rain here is less than half, and the effort is more than five or six times normal." Sun Fuping smiled bitterly, "I tried to summon Shanze just now, but there was no response at all."

   Summoning Shanze here is true and imaginative. He Lingchuan couldn't help laughing: "This place is so dry that even the land master died of drought."

   "If you can't ask for rain, let's pour it with water. Maybe that's what the troops of Baling Kingdom do." Nian Songyu thought for a while, "It is impossible to summon rain in the whole city, and it is unnecessary. We must find the right place."

   It is impossible for the team of Baling Kingdom to ask for rainwater to rain down on Panlong City here, so the limited water must be used in precise places. There are successful precedents before, and Sun Guoshi and his party can make a rough estimate as long as they deduce according to the situation.

"In my analysis, there are only a few places where rainwater can trigger the crazy sand season: Mitian Temple, Zhong Shengguang Ancestral Hall, Red General Ancestral Hall, Zhong Shengguang's cemetery, and the mass graves in Panlong City." Sun Fuping added, " Those two ancestral halls were built when people were alive, and they are rare living ancestral halls."

   As we all know, only the dead or gods can enjoy the incense offerings in the ancestral hall; if you build a living ancestral hall for the living, it is not worshiping people, it is harming people, because the living people probably have no blessings to enjoy.

  Obviously Zhong Shengguang and the Red General are special cases, they were deified during their lifetime.

  He Lingchuan wondered: "Why is it not included in the Red General's cemetery?"

  He Chunhua replied to him: "He was not buried, at most he was a tomb of clothes, not worth searching."

  Nian Songyu asked: "Even if we find these places, how can we determine which place to water in the end?"

   "We can't, but the three corpses know." Sun Fuping ordered someone to bring up a few sealed glass jars, which seemed to be lingering with fog.

  Everyone take a closer look, boy, where is the fog? There were clearly four or five swimming three-corpse insects in the jar!

  They are very lively, with their heads against the edge of the jar, looking a bit like eels in a jar.

"They only move in one direction, that is, away from the Dafang pot." Sun Fuping explained, "That is to say, the opposite direction of their swimming is where the Dafang pot is. Take this pot and walk around to the target location, and you will find it .”

  This old man's city is very deep, and he has planned everything first. If he suppresses his troubles, he will probably be very careful... He Lingchuan glanced at him quietly, and his heart became more and more vigilant.

  Then everyone picked up the glazed jar and split up.

  …

  The He family father and son naturally walked together to Zhong Shengguang's cemetery.

   On a cold and bleak night, I walked among the ruins of a city. This feeling of loneliness and decadence reached its peak when I saw Zhong Shengguang's cemetery.

  Zhong Shengguang's tomb is located in the northwest corner of the South Gate Square where they passed the first time. It is actually a very large and magnificent tomb. It is made of green granite and covers an area of ​​two acres. Judging from the surrounding situation, the burial person deliberately demolished many houses to make room for the construction of this large tomb.

  The epitaph is very simple: the tomb of Commander Zhong Shengguang of Xiluo, next to the date of birth and death.

  It has been more than a hundred years. Except for many traces excavated by later generations, the entire tomb is intact, and the stone strips that build the tomb are not even broken.

  When the He family father and son came here, they both let out a long breath.

  The story of Panlong City and Gale Army has been sung year after year, and it has been going on for a long time in today's Heishui City, but how many people can come to pay homage to this legendary general who died for the country?

  He Lingchuan said with emotion: "The enemy actually built such a big tomb for him."

  Zhong Shengguang slayed himself when the city was destroyed, fulfilling his oath of "the city is alive and the people are alive, and the city is destroyed and the people are dead". Later, Panlong City was slaughtered. Of course, no compatriots could bury him. Those who build this tomb can only be his enemies.

"Xianyou Kingdom also had to do it. Zhong Shengguang was decapitated after his death, and the head was presented to the capital of Xianyou Kingdom for meritorious service. The whole country celebrated with joy, and the palace collected it as a collection. But since then, strange things have happened in the Panlong Wasteland, and people and animals have no life. No vegetation grows. What Xianyou Kingdom wants is a wasteland rich in minerals, not a desert that the living should not enter, so they sent people to re-enter Panlong City to bury Zhong Shengguang, hoping to appease the wrath of the resentful soul."

   "And then it failed." What happened to Xianyou Kingdom and what happened to Panlong Desert later, there is no need to repeat them.

  He Chunhua took out two bunches of incense from nowhere and lit it, and gave one to He Lingchuan: "It's hard to take a trip."

   Pay homage to the heroic soul.

  The two saluted earnestly, and He Lingchuan took out a bag of kumiss from his bosom, and dug out three more cups to fill it up.

  The He family father and son made an empty invitation to the tombstone, and drank it all in one gulp.

  He Lingchuan sprinkled the wine lightly on the grave, and said in a low voice: "General Zhong, you must protect us from entering and exiting the Panlong Desert, so that we will have the opportunity to offer you wine again in the future."

  He Lingchuan took out the glazed jar and walked around Zhong Shengguang's tomb, but the three corpses in the jar didn't change direction, always facing the south arch wall.

   That is to say, this tomb is not their target.

  He walked around and came back, seeing He Chunhua thoughtful: "Father, what are you thinking?"

   "I thought, if we really find the Dafang Pot and send it to the inland battlefield, the crazy sand season in the Panlong Desert will become an end, right?"

"Sure. Isn't this a good thing? The Panlong Wasteland looks barren, but it is actually rich in products. Otherwise, the coalition forces would not have smashed Panlong City. If it had let us go, Qiansong County would not be so poor. "Speaking of this, He Lingchuan looked at He Chunhua's expression, and was startled, "Why, did I say something wrong?"

   "It's all right, but I think it's best to keep the Panlong Desert as it is."

  He Lingchuan wondered: "Why?" Who else likes to guard a moody barren desert?

   "Panlong Desert is an obstacle, a disaster, and impermanence, but it is also a guarantee. The big kite is no longer as strong as it used to be. If this layer of protection is removed, the consequences will be unpredictable."

"What kind of guarantee is the Panlong Desert?" He Lingchuan praised He Lingchuan secretly for his delicateness, but on the surface he said with a smile, "If we can find the pot, our whole family will have to move to the capital city, why do you care about the Panlong Desert? Whether it is windy or rainy here, it has nothing to do with us.”

   This statement really fits He Lingchuan Yuanshen's character, He Junshou looked at him and smiled: "You are very thorough in the way of being an official."

  Regardless of promotion, the trouble will be the next magistrate's, he just pats his **** and leaves. As the eldest son said, why worry about others?

  When the sky falls, someone else will stand up.

In fact, He Lingchuan understood as soon as he heard it. The Panlong Desert is a buffer zone among several major forces. War is supported by war, and the looted materials can support the army, otherwise the logistics supply will be completely cut off.

  (end of this chapter)