Chapter 743: The Key to the Imperial Tomb (2)
Xu Qing grinned, reached out and grabbed a long wooden stick from the fireplace and struck it on each of the foreheads of the two machine warriors. There were two crisp sounds, and there was no movement, which made him completely relieved.
Wei Damao said with a smile: "Helper, you wait outside, there are still a few small organs inside, my subordinates will go in and close them first." As he spoke, he strode into the door, only to hear a few swishing screams in the air, and after he stopped, Wei Damao's voice came out of the door: "Helper, you can come in." ”
Xu Qing responded and walked into the door, and before entering the door, he took a step to cover his whole body, just as the so-called careful sailing of the Ten Thousand Years Ship, the shadow left by your two organ warriors just now still exists.
Walk into it, inside is a hall full of lights, the red lantern hangs high, the red silk brocade reflects the hall, even the ground is covered with a thick red carpet, if it is said that this is the most suitable as the wedding hall, there is a spiritual seat on the red lacquer table in the center, there is a square urn carved from red agate, a small red copper incense burner, and there is a red copper basin that burns paper at the foot of the table, it can be said that there is no place without festivity.
There is a line of red letters in the book on the spiritual seat, the spiritual position of the golden pupil. It's a very simple five words, without any fancy titles, no children, no daughters, no wives and no concubines, behind the spiritual seat is a mahogany photo frame, which is embedded with a photo of the Venerable Golden Pupil, or a black and white photo, but this old man with a wrinkled face is smiling, smiling very kindly, that smile seems to burst out of the photo, no matter where you stand in front of the frame, he is smiling at you.
"This is the spiritual seat and ashes of Venerable Golden Pupil, which were arranged here before his death, saying that they will be placed here after his death, and that marriage is a red happy event, and the dead are also white happy events, no matter what red tape, as long as you are happy."
Venerable Golden Pupil is such a person, and even after his death, he has done things differently. Xu Qing walked to the table, where the tribute and incense sticks had been prepared, pinched three sticks of incense and lit them, bowed twice to the spiritual seat of the golden pupil, and then knelt on a futon in front of the desk with both knees, and bowed again.
"Senior Golden Eyes, the kid in the park sees you're here!" Xu Qing got up and poked the incense into the old ashes of the red copper incense burner, pinched a large stack of dark money from the table, lit a few copper basins and put them into the foot of the table, and muttered in his mouth: "Senior, thank you for giving me the Golden Pupil Inheritance, since you know it now, then you are my master, and you can't rely on it......"
Reading Xu Qing's eyes unconsciously moistened, he sniffed, reached out and wiped a handful of tears to look at the smiling portrait of the Golden Pupil Venerable, and his pupils suddenly shrank at a glance, and there was actually a thin brown paper envelope hidden on the back of the photo frame, and in addition to a neatly folded letterhead, there was also a key with a pitch-black body.
The key was about two fingers wide and an inch and a half long, with irregular serrations on both sides, and an oval perforation at the top, which was swarthy and made of unknown metal. What attracted Xu Qing the most was not the key itself, but because he also had a key that was exactly the same as this one!
Xu Qing threw all the money in his hand into the red copper basin, stretched out his hand and pointed to the photo frame on the table and asked, "Did all the things here be made by his old man before his death?" ”
Wei Damao, who was on the side, nodded and said, "Yes, this is all the ...... of Venerable Golden Pupil before his death" Halfway through his words, he was stuck in his throat, because Xu Qing had already reached out and took the photo frame on the table in his hand.