The stone platform is only more than a meter high, and it is not difficult to climb up.

I pulled Sang Lan up, turned around and subconsciously looked at the stone table, this time, it was really a new discovery.

When I was below, because of the angle, I could only see two iron candlesticks and an incense burner, and when I got to the top, I saw that the surface of the stone table was not flat.

The stone table is nearly twice as large as the ordinary table of the Eight Immortals, with an incense burner candlestick in a flat position in front of it, and a circular depression in the middle.

On one side of this groove, there is also a 'stick' about two feet long and carved with strange patterns.

At this time, Lao Zheng also followed him to the bottom of the altar, raised his head and said:

"Actually, even if I'm not blind and want to determine the direction, I have to use this altar. Because the person who asked me to build the tomb in the first place asked me to completely fit the tomb with the original situation here, so as to achieve the effect of Tibetan wind and situation.

My ancestors have always been craftsmen who built tombs for people, and there are many skills that cannot be passed on to the outside world, the most important of which is that the tombs must be kept secret, so as to prevent tomb robbers from entering the tombs and disturbing the peace of the deceased. ”

Zang Zhiqiang rolled his eyes and sighed, I naturally understood that he was dissatisfied with the word 'rat'.

It's true that he's a tomb robber, but what really tells us what to do is the old man who calls him a rat.

The grave builders who had tried their best to guard against tomb robbers were now personally guiding us to 'rob tombs'......

It's weird enough to think about it.

Lao Yu wanted to continue, but suddenly couldn't help but cough violently.

I was shocked, Lao Yu had just been blind and seriously injured, and the reason why he was still like no one was because the red handkerchief had the effect of confusing people.

His blindness was caused by a nightmare, and the role of the red handkerchief was somewhat similar to hypnotizing his own consciousness, so he was able to persist until now.

However, this does not change the fact that he was injured, and if he continues to delay, I am afraid that even if those unknown mechanisms are not activated, he may not be able to hold on.

Thinking of this, I said to Lao Zheng, "Senior, you just say, what should we do now." ”

"Ahem...... "Ahem" Lao Cheng coughed a few more times, relieved his breath and said on his back: "You should also know that to build a tomb, it is necessary to design the orientation according to the easy number, I originally decided to borrow some Xuanmen techniques to determine the direction in order to avoid tomb thieves from entering here, when building the main tomb. ”

I frowned secretly, why did this old man talk more and more vigorously, and become more and more chattering?

I was in a hurry, but I didn't dare to interrupt him at this time, so I listened to him continue:

"I don't know how to do magic, in order to be able to be loyal, when I was building here, I deliberately went to find a master from my neighboring village."

"The master of the neighboring village?"

My heart suddenly moved, "Fourth aunt? ”

"Do you know the fourth aunt too?" Lao Zheng was stunned.

I don't remember when I talked to him about shaking three catties before, did I mention the stubble of the fourth aunt, I was anxious, so I urged him to hurry up and say it.

Lao Yu nodded, saying that when he found the fourth aunt, before he could speak, the fourth aunt said that he already knew his intention, and taught him a method of fixing the acupuncture point that ordinary tomb robbers must not easily crack.

Speaking of this, Lao Zheng seemed to suddenly remember something, raised his hand to this side, raised his voice and said, "Take a look, is the yellow rice in the incense burner still there?" ”

I hurriedly walked to the stone table, looked down into the incense burner, and saw that there was no incense ash in it, but yellow rice full of incense burner.

Strangely, this yellow rice actually looks like it has just been freshly molted, as if it has just been stored in it for a short time.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem......"

After receiving an affirmative answer, Lao Cheng coughed for a while, calmed down and said anxiously: "Quick, pour the yellow rice into that groove!" ”

I was in a hurry, and I didn't ask much when I heard this, so I immediately picked up the incense burner and poured the yellow rice into the groove in the middle of the stone table.

The candlestick and the incense burner were much larger than usual, and a whole yellow rice of the incense burner fell down, and it almost filled the grooves.

"That's it!"

"There are three of you, just right." Lao Yu hurriedly said, "Now one of you picks up the divine branch next to you and stands on the stone table together!" ”

"Divine Branch?"

I saw the strangely shaped stick on the table at a glance and picked it up casually.

As soon as I held the stick in my hand, it was surprisingly weighty, and after a little grasp, I realized that the stick was not wooden, but metal.

Zang Zhiqiang glanced at the blackened stick, and his eyes suddenly lit up and said, "It's gold!" ”

"Gold?"

"Well, looking at the color of this surface, this is definitely real gold." Zang Zhiqiang nodded.

He was not on this before, but now he saw the strangeness of the stick at a glance, and the thief's nature was immediately revealed, and he wanted to grab the stick in my hand as he spoke.

I handed the stick forward and said coldly, "Do you like it?" Here you go! ”

Zang Zhiqiang made a move, his eyes rolled quickly, he retracted his hand, and said with a wry smile: "It's important to get down to business, so you should take it." ”

Then he whispered vaguely: "You are a soldier, I am a thief, haven't you heard the truth that thieves don't go empty?" ”

I ignored him, climbed up to the stone table first, turned around and pulled Sang Lan up.

When Zang Zhiqiang climbed onto the stone table, the three of them faced each other, and then looked at the grooves covered with yellow rice under my feet, my brain jumped suddenly, and I turned my head to look at the old man below:

"You shouldn't use the method of helping the people to set the direction, right?"

"That's right! It's a helper! ”

After receiving an affirmative reply from Lao Zheng, I almost fell off the stone table.

Thinking of the existence of Fu Ping, it was not long ago when I saw the Sancai Corpse Tree, because it is said that Sanyang Dao can bewitch so many believers, and the biggest means is to use Sancai Fu Ping to calculate, or to use Fu Ping Technique to guide the maze.

Although I am a god of the family, I am suspicious of the art of helping the beggars that I have not been exposed to.

With a stick and a sand table, you can see the heavens? Isn't that?

No wonder Lao Zheng said so many things before, even if I wanted to break my head, I couldn't think of him actually using this absurd method to determine the direction and build the tomb.

At this time, Sang Lan suddenly said something that almost didn't make me vomit blood.

She peeked at me and asked weakly: "Isn't it the same as playing with a pen fairy, a group of people hold the pen at the same time, and the pen itself can write?" Is there really a pen fairy in this way? ”

I couldn't help but roll my eyes, but I still nodded, and my voice was more vague than Zang Zhiqiang's just now:

"I don't know if there is a pen fairy, but I can write to you without using my hands and feet, just a certain part of my body."