Tomb Robbery: Pangu Immortality Pattern

In the jeep driving, there were only four people in the car: Fat Man, Pan Yu, Huo Xiuxiu, and Li Tuan.

"Fat brother, what did you think of?" Looking at the fat man with a thoughtful face, Li Tuan couldn't help but ask.

"Do you know whose poem it was just now?"

"Fatty, don't sell it. Through the rearview mirror, Pan Yu glanced at the fat man.

"Two illiterate, this is a dialogue poem between King Zhou Mu and Queen Mother Xi, but this is not what makes me puzzled, what makes me puzzled is that I checked inside and out several times this morning and didn't find this thing!"

Hearing this, Pan Yu said slowly: "The person who is monitoring us is stronger than me, or he borrowed high-tech tools and learned that we are looking for clues about King Zhou Mu." Hearing

what Pan Yu said, the fat man groaned for a while and said slowly. "If it's the former, then let's just mess it up, and we're not afraid of the latter with you.

"Let's take it one step at a time, after all, there has been no direct contact. Panyu nodded, and then drove towards the hotel intently.

"Xiuxiu, how much do you know about King Zhou Mu?Has he been there again since he came back from

the Queen Mother of the West?" Hearing the fat man's question, Huo Xiuxiu thought for a while, and then said: "According to the ancient books I read, King Zhou Mu only went once, but later the Queen Mother of the West came to find King Zhou Mu, but it seems that in the end it was unhappy.

"Does King Zhou Mu have a favorite woman?"

Hearing this, Huo Xiuxiu fell into silence.

"Sister Xiuxiu?" Li Tuan looked at Huo Xiuxiu suspiciously.

"Don't talk, let Xiuxiu think about it. Time

passed slowly, and before I knew it, the jeep had stopped at the door of the hotel for about half an hour.

"Sheng Ji, King Zhou Mu's favorite woman is Sheng Ji!" At this moment, Huo Xiuxiu's voice interrupted the dull atmosphere inside the jeep.

According to the records of the wild history, King Mu of Zhou had a daughter named uncle, Sheng Ji was buried in the land of Qilu, that is, after Shandong, the uncle accompanied the tomb all year round, and lived for more than a hundred years. Speaking of this, Huo Xiuxiu said eagerly: "Shandong! Go to Muling Pass, Shandong, that is where Sheng Ji is buried!"

Hearing this, I couldn't help but exclaim.

"Sit down, the fat man greeted Wang Meng, the target is Mulingguan, Shandong

!" "Haole!"

With the fat man's excited response, Pan Yu slipped out with one foot on the accelerator.

A day later, in a guest house at the foot of Yishan Mountain...

"Why is it a tourist area again? Wang Meng said dissatisfiedly with a yawn.

"Don't talk so much nonsense, hurry up and open the room, fat man, I'll order food, eat and drink enough to sleep on it for three days and three nights!"

Forty minutes later, looking at the hot dishes on the table, a few people were not polite, and picking up the chopsticks was a stormy meal.

"Hiccup——!"

burped, and the fat man touched his stomach contentedly and took the lead back to the room to rest.

... ...

At around seven o'clock in the afternoon, several people regrouped in the dining area of the guest house.

"I didn't eat anything in the morning, and now we've slept enough, so let's have a good meal and act tonight." After glancing around, and finding that there was no one, the fat man whispered.

"What do you want to eat?" A man dressed as a chef with a body like a fat man came up to them and put the menu on the table.

"The boss's signature dish is on casually, but the pancakes are not on it, my cheeks hurt from my bad teeth. The fat man didn't look at the menu, and then said with a familiar voice.

"Okay, wait a minute.

After the meal, the time had come to about nine o'clock in the evening, and the fat man who picked this tooth did not forget to inquire about the matter while paying: "Boss, what time does our guest house close at night?"

Counting the red tickets in his hand, the boss said happily.

"Okay, boss, I wish you a prosperous business, then we'll go out for a walk. As he spoke, the fat man took the lead in touching his round belly.

With the crowd watching the night scene, several people walked forward until they reached a sparsely populated place, where the fat man climbed a small hill panting and observed the terrain by the hazy moonlight.

"Sister Xiuxiu, what is the fat man doing?"

"He should be looking for Sheng Ji's burial place. "

How do you know?" Hearing Wang Xiaoyuan's voice, Li Tuan turned his head curiously.

"It seems that you haven't read his information at all, Wang Yueban is a captain who touches gold, feng shui is good, looking for the finishing touch, and he is a guy who eats for Captain Jin.

While a few people were talking, the fat man made a whistle that attracted the attention of several people: "Let's go."

Looking at the fat man walking towards the other end of the hill, Pan Yu followed without saying a word.

Stop, stop, just when the bright moon was hanging in the treetops in mid-air, the fat man finally stopped.

Listening to the constant howls of various animals around him, the fat man turned his head to look at Pan Yu: "Take out the things."

Hearing this, Pan Yu waved his right hand slightly, and three black backpacks appeared in front of several people out of thin air.

"Brother, how did he come up with it?" Looking at the magical scene in front of her, Wang Xiaoyuan couldn't help but ask.

"You don't understand this, this is an ancient trick, and the knowledge in it is great. Without waiting for Wang Meng to speak, the fat man smiled and said.

"Jingle bell" was accompanied by the sound of iron blowing, and several sections of rebar pipes and Luoyang shovel heads were poured out of the backpack by the rain.

"What is this?" Seeing this scene, Li Tuan asked curiously.

"This is the guy we went to the tomb to eat, the eyes left by the ancestor to us, Luoyang shovel!" As he spoke, the fat man had already picked up a few sections of rebar.

"In our line of work, the four words of hope, hearing, asking and cutting are generalizations. "

Fat man, isn't this only used in traditional Chinese medicine?"

"You know a ball, did you think the fat man was blowing the wind when he stood on the hill just now? That is Wang, now let you see what it is." As he spoke, the fat man had already nailed the Luoyang shovel to the ground.

Looking at the fat man who pressed down and kept turning the rebar pipe in his hand, Li Tuan's curiosity suddenly soared, and his eyes observed without blinking.

"——!

" The fat man pulled out the Luoyang shovel, and then sent the shovel head to the tip of his nose and sniffed lightly: "It's not here, Li Tuan, you come here."

"What's the matter with the fat man?"

"You saw it all clearly just now, right? As he spoke, the fat man handed the Luoyang shovel into Li Tuan's hands.

"Ah, am I coming?"

Looking at Li Tuan, who was puzzled with a hint of excitement, the fat man said with encouragement: "Go ahead!