Chapter 50: Borrowing My Brain
Li Daoxuan was indeed confused as he looked at the torch. In his impression, it was just a corridor with a main tomb chamber and several side chambers.

He didn't expect that Longling would be so huge.

This bluestone passage is full of twists and turns, and there are countless forks that make it difficult to choose. Each fork is dark and dangerous, and there seems to be endless danger. However, these yellow-robed strongmen also have a way. They take a wooden man, stick a yellow talisman on it, and then hit the wooden man's head. The wood will move forward on its own, walking like a person. Often, the dangerous places at the corners are explored by these wooden men.

When many wooden men were recovered, they were either missing arms and legs or were riddled with various arrows.

If it were a living person, many would have died along the way. Perhaps because they were afraid of getting lost, every time they turned a corner, someone would stick a yellow flag on the wall. There were symbols painted on it, and Li Daoxuan could tell at a glance that it was a spell to keep people safe.

I couldn't help but sneer in my heart. I didn't expect that these yellow-robed tomb robbers were so humorous. They had already started to rob the tomb of Emperor Taizu of the Ming Dynasty, and they still gave me a safe haven. They were really shameless.

Perhaps because there were so many people and things, they groped their way forward in the passage for half an hour. After throwing away a lot of wooden men, they saw a spacious tomb. The yellow-robed people showed joy on their faces, and some people couldn't wait to step forward and prepare to go in. He screamed and rolled to the ground, holding his neck. His whole face turned blue and white, and then blood flowed from all seven orifices, and he vomited black blood from his mouth. He lay on the ground for a while and then died.

Everyone present fell silent, but after a moment of silence, some people began to whisper to each other, with fear that could not be concealed, and they began to discuss quietly. Anyone who saw this scene would be scared. After all, this person was still alive and kicking a moment ago, and the next moment he vomited black blood and died.

This invisible killing made the yellow-robed people tremble with fear.

"Silence!" the Taoist called out solemnly, taking a torch from someone and throwing it into the short passage of about ten meters.

Suddenly, a huge fire broke out in the passage, emitting fierce flames. Several people were burned by the flames before they could evacuate from the passage. They lay on the ground, howling in pain, and covered their faces or hands in pain.

"This passage is filled with poisonous fog, which is hidden in the ground by the terrain. If an unintentional person sees a tomb ahead, he will certainly be delighted to move forward." The Taoist said calmly. "This kind of miasma is easy to dispel, just burn it with fire."

"Longling was built under the personal supervision of Zhu Yuanzhang. How could it be so easy to come and go? Don't forget that he still has the great monk Daoyan by his side. For example, the Immortal Zhou Dian and the Taoist Tieguan are no less capable than Liu Bowen."

The Taoist priest spoke, and everyone listened attentively. He ordered people to use wooden men as the vanguard to scout the way, and then move forward slowly after confirming that it was safe.

After passing the miasma road, we entered the large tomb chamber. There was a high platform with several dragon pillars circling in the center. There were burial porcelains all around, as well as several boxes of silver and jewelry.

But compared to ordinary emperors, this place seemed much poorer. There was not much gold to be found, and all of it was used to make the golden edges of the dragon carvings on the dragon pillars.

Young Master Wang picked up a few pieces of porcelain and recognized them as blue and white porcelain from the Jingdezhen kiln during the Hongwu period of the Ming Dynasty. The patterns on the porcelain were exquisite and quite beautiful. There were coiled dragon patterns engraved on them, which must have been porcelain specially supplied to the Zhu family.

"If this kind of blue and white porcelain with dragon pattern were put on the market, it would be very expensive for those who want to curry favor with the rich and powerful." Young Master Wang said with a smile. "The Wang family also has several sets of this Ming Dynasty porcelain, and my second uncle used to treasure them very much."

"Won't everything be yours from now on?" the Taoist said calmly.

"I have to thank you, Immortal. If you hadn't helped me, I might not be able to see the light of day again." Young Master Wang said respectfully.

The Taoist didn't say anything else, just nodded quietly. He looked at the nine dragon pillars in the tomb, and asked a dozen people to carry down a bronze tripod and place it in the center of the dragon pillar.

"Wake these people up and let them know their situation." The Taoist pointed to a group of people lying on the cart, and the men in yellow robes understood what he meant.

They took out several paper-wrapped packages and opened them to reveal white powder. They picked up some and sprinkled them on the people in the car. Soon, they heard various groans. In the daze, many people opened their eyes and saw a strange place.

"Where am I?" "Why was I tied up? Who did this?"

"Where is this place? Why am I here?"

The kidnapped merchants awoke and panicked when they found themselves in a strange place. Some of them, who had been in power for a long time, were furious at being treated like this and kept shouting for their family guards to come, not noticing the cold looks from the yellow-robed strongmen.

"Noisy." The Taoist said and winked at the yellow-robed sturdy man beside him. The yellow-robed sturdy man understood and drew a broadsword from his back and walked forward. He grabbed the person who was screaming the loudest like a chicken and cut off his head with a sharp move.

The sound of blood spurting was heard, and the faces of the landlords and business tycoons were covered with blood. They stared blankly at the headless corpse that was slowly falling down. Only at this moment did they understand what kind of situation they were in.

"No matter how noisy and noisy someone is, he will be treated the same as above." The Taoist pointed at the head in the yellow-robed sturdy man's hand and said.

The wealthy merchants and landlords who usually lived a life of luxury had never seen such a scene before. They were all trembling with fear and as quiet as chickens. They swallowed their saliva and stared at the Taoist priests. They all looked pale as they watched the yellow-robed men bring jars of blood and pour them into the cauldron.

No one had ever thought that they were just there to join in the fun. When they woke up, they had to face life and death. When they thought about the daily life and death of others, they were the ones who decided the life and death of others. How could they feel so uncomfortable when their positions were reversed?

Unable to bear this cruel situation, an old man over fifty years old stood up, bowed to the Taoist priest and said, "May I know your name, Heavenly Master?"

"Heavenly Master? Haha." The Taoist couldn't help but laugh when he heard this, looking at the old man in high spirits. "If I am the Heavenly Master, then what should I call the one in the Heavenly Master's Mansion of Longhu Mountain?"

"These...are all Heavenly Masters, all real people." The old man was speechless, but then he continued. "I wonder why the Heavenly Master brought us here? We have no grudges against the Heavenly Master, and there may be a misunderstanding."

"I just want you to help me accomplish something. Once this great thing is accomplished, I will naturally let you go." The Taoist replied with a smile.

"Career? I wonder what the Heavenly Master's career is? If he needs money, we will do our best. If he needs power, we also know high-ranking officials and dignitaries. As long as the Heavenly Master says a word, we will help with all our strength." The old man talked very clearly, and his words became more and more fluent.

Seeing the Taoist showing interest, he was naturally delighted. After all, he was really frightened by what happened just now. As long as he could save his life, what would it matter if he lost some money? At most, he could take it back when the government attacked these rebels in the future.

Thinking this way, the old man waited for the Taoist's answer. The Taoist did not disappoint him and said with a smile: "Sir, you are really a kind-hearted person. Since you are so willing to help others, why not lend a helping hand to me?"

"Just lend me this head, and I will be able to do things more easily."

After the Taoist finished speaking, he saw the flash of a knife.

The next moment, a head was picked up and pointed at in public.

"Is there anyone willing to help me?" the Taoist said with a smile.

His smile was kind, but in the firelight it looked like a man-eating beast, terrifying and majestic.

(End of this chapter)