The old Gong unexpectedly burst out from my shoulder, and I didn't even know when he came back to me.
He You didn't respond, and led me to stop in front of one of the altars.
"Above, it says: 'The soul of Han Junzhi, the 26th vice-abbot of Siling Mountain'."
I raised my finger, conveniently pointing to the front of old Gong's lips, indicating that he should not be noisy and clamorous here.
Old Gong, however, widened his eyes and kept winking and making facial expressions, as if he was surprised and shocked by the name.
Similarly, the Han character made me heartily jump, as it reminded me of someone - Han Zucao!
Coincidence?
Just a surname of Han?
I didn't see Wu Jinluan and others here, which made me breathe a sigh of relief. It seems that they haven't broken through the layout left by Tianji Shencun and haven't reached this place yet...
Why did He You let me look at this altar that had no connection?
"Han Jin was the previous Abbot, the granduncle of our master's master."
He You opened his mouth, and he bowed slightly.
I clasped my hands together, bowed deeply in front of the altar, and in a low voice, said: "The disciple greets his uncle."
However, a slight chill ran through my heart soon afterward.
He, is that the undead who woke up after being dead?
But, was he treated as dead and buried by the people of Siling Mountain because they thought he couldn't wake up?
That doesn't seem right either. There's an altar here, and a tombstone here, but where is the body?
My heart was filled with doubts and conjectures.
But at this node, I didn't dare to ask He You much.
Old Gong's eyes were darting around, and his expression was mysterious and changeable, as if he was pondering something.
He You also bowed, stood for a long time, and then turned around to walk towards another altar.
The inscription on the stone tablet and memorial tablet was for the 26th Abbot, Bai Fugong.
"He granduncle, I apologize," He You murmured a sentence, and then he stepped into the altar, reached behind the stone tablet and memorial tablet, and disappeared.
"Appear, come," the voice was slightly dull and echoed.
I followed and saw that there was a descending step leading down here. A warm breeze blew through, causing my heart to jump.
The steps were about one meter wide, only allowing one to walk inside while crouching.
The depth was about 20 or so meters, and only after reaching the bottom did I see the interior environment. It was a stone room, about 5 to 6 square meters in size, with a square depression in the middle. Inside the depression was a stone coffin.
"Repairing yin tombs, establishing gods, carving tomb chambers inside, carving stone coffins, humph, who doesn't know how to do it?" Old Gong rolled his eyes again.
The place was too enclosed and too small; Old Gong's voice was loud, creating continuous echoes that also made it particularly desolate.
My heart was beating loudly.
Compared to Ju Curu Mountain, this tomb chamber felt even heavier and more oppressive.
This is probably because when I entered other mountain tombs and mausoleums, I didn't feel the need to show respect to the person in the coffin?
After all, this is Siling Mountain. My status and origin make me feel this way?
"Did they really not come here?" I asked for some reason without knowing why.
"Seems like, probably..." He You's voice suddenly trailed off.
He walked to the depression and crouched down, reaching his hand into the gap and picking up something.
That was a coin.
"No, they have come here." He You's expression became difficult.
"Where is that man?" Old Gong looked up, as if he was stretching his neck, and pursed his lips: "He hit an iron plate and was buried? I think we should go back and pry open that Han what's name, oh yes, Han Jin's coffin. Have him come out for a chat. It's all family, so don't be too harsh. Don't bury your own people."
Old Gong is very level-headed in big matters.
However, in small matters, his mouth is very witty. I'm worried and confused, thinking that there might be some relationship between this Han and Han Zucao, but even if there is a relationship, that person may not know.
Wu Jinluan is a sudden intruder for him. A group of people, full of vigor and passion, are about to pry open the coffin of the White clan master.
If I were him, Wu Jinluan and the others would have died a hundred times over.
Only after I realized that I had come here did I come to this place. He You's movements were also very fast, and we didn't find anything abnormal. We never expected... It's not that there hasn't been any trouble, but that the person has already suppressed it and cleaned it up!
He You didn't say anything. He just scowled and hurriedly walked out of the tomb chamber. I followed him out and returned to the altar of Han Jin.
He You took several deep breaths to calm his expression before he said solemnly, "Disciple He You, requests an audience with Granduncle."
There was no echo.
Only silence.
He You clasped his hands together again, bowed deeply, and said, "Granduncle, those people are not intruders from outside, nor did they come to steal the remains of the Abbot of Siling Mountain. These are all misunderstandings. Please have mercy."
My heart was not at peace, because He You's bow and speech still did not get any response, only silence...
He You exhaled a thick breath, walked straight to the altar, reached the back, and I followed him. We descended into this tomb chamber again.
Looking ahead, the structure was identical to the last tomb chamber.
Inside the square depression, there was a stone coffin. The lid was well sealed, as if we had made a mistake, and there were only dead people here.
"Granduncle, you don't want to appear, but I am going to have you appear!"
He You's tone grew slightly heavier. He walked straight to the coffin in front, bending down and leaning over, grabbing one corner of the lid with one hand and lifting it up with force!
The sound of a heavy weight hitting the ground in the silence. The coffin lid opened.
Looking ahead, a body lay quietly at the bottom of the coffin, but it was only a thin layer of skin left, completely sticking to the bones.
All the hair had fallen out, the eyes deeply sunken, and the dry lips pressed tightly against the teeth bed, with some gaps showing large, uneven teeth.
His purple Daoist robe had traces of weathering...
In any case, this couldn't be a true Abbot who had awakened from a deathly dissolution, nor could it be a living corpse.
He You, did you make a mistake!?
However, it shouldn't be like this! The details mentioned by Ma San should not have been told to He You. There can only be one person like this in Siling Mountain!
Could it be that even Ma San, who had described such details, had made a mistake!
This is even more unlikely... Everything the Siling Abbot had said...
Just when my thoughts were chaotic, He You suddenly reached out his hand and grabbed something inside the coffin!
His action was to pull off the head of this withered skeleton!
At this moment, the light suddenly dimmed.
"Chief is here!" Old Gong yowled sharply in a hoarse voice.
I spun around sharply and saw someone standing still at the mouth of the stairs we had descended from.
In essence, the light here is mainly from the sunlight shining through the opening in the altar. After he blocked it, he turned into a shadow-like figure.
He You also stopped his actions abruptly, straightened up, turned around, and looked straight at the person.
His body trembled slightly, but his expression showed no trace of fear.
However, the shadow suddenly flashed outside and disappeared again, leaving no trace.
