777米奇影

Having now landed, Luo Feng’s eyes narrowed as they scanned the surroundings, finally settling on two worn and weathered objects, half-buried in the soil, only their surfaces exposed. These remnants, which appeared to

have been chiseled away by repeated blows, resembled a dumbbell, but Luo Feng recognized them as something else entirely.

“They look like stone locks,” he chuckled to himself, realizing that he had stumbled upon the mysterious stone lock mentioned in the ancient poem.

But a question lingered in his mind. The stone lock was there, but where was the stone goose? As Luo Feng climbed into the helicopter and gazed toward the west, understanding washed over him. Without a doubt, the stone goose must be the other half of the Taiji diagram, and it was not on Lou Mountain. The following morning, Luo Feng led everyone onto the helicopter early, heading west.

“Host, why are you leaving the mountain? You’ve found many clues, aren’t you going to continue searching?” one of his companions asked, perplexed.

“You hardly dug at all, and now you’re leaving? How boring!” another exclaimed.

“Has the host given up?” questioned a third, voicing the doubt in everyone’s minds.

Luo Feng, absorbed in his observations of the county towns below, replied without looking back, “We have already found the stone lock and the stone stalagmites. All that’s left is the big goose!”

His words were met with surprise and disbelief. He continued, “Yesterday on the sheer cliff, what you saw as dumbbell stones were actually the stone lock, and those stalactites were the stone stalagmites!”

“Damn! Why didn’t I think of that?” someone muttered.

“Right, I was just there to watch the excitement. The host’s brain really works in wonderful ways!” another person praised.

“So, is there really treasure to be found?” a viewer asked, filled with anticipation.

Luo Feng pondered before answering, “I suspect that the treasure is an underground cave.” The helicopter hummed as it continued its flight, the massive, perennially snow-covered mountain range looming in the distance.

“Fly higher!” Luo Feng commanded, and the helicopter responded, soaring to a height of eight hundred meters.

“I’m sure of it,” he declared, his voice filled with conviction. “Zhang Sanfeng once built a Lingjiu Daoist Temple here! Could the Lingjiu Daoist Temple be the big goose?”

A thought struck him, and without hesitation, he directed the pilot to the mountain peak ahead. “Go down!” he instructed, excitement bubbling within him. This was the place he was looking for.

Whether there was a treasure or not, Luo Feng’s heart was light, a mystery that had vexed him for a century now unraveling before his eyes. The fengshui here was excellent, the landscape embraced by streams, an ideal spot for a Daoist temple and meditation.

“Level 1 scan!” he commanded, activating the scan. In just a minute, a one-kilometer radius was filled with treasure markers.

“Is there really treasure here?” he wondered aloud, unsure where to begin.

“Let’s dig and see first!” he decided, picking up his Swallowtail Hoe and starting to dig, only to stop abruptly. He hadn’t obtained permission yet, had he? Acting without caution could lead to trouble, even with official protection. Tomb robbing or mine stealing would be serious accusations.

Fortunately, Luo Feng’s connections ensured that obtaining a permit was a simple matter. Within half a day, the certificate was ready, and he could proceed with the excavation.

Spurt, spurt.

He resumed digging, and in less than ten minutes, struck gold.

“Damn, there really is a treasure!” someone exclaimed in chat.

“How can this be? Wasn’t the treasure on Lou Mountain? How did it get here?” another asked, bewildered.

“So the Taiji diagram’s conjecture is real?” a voice wondered aloud.

Bar after bar of gold was unearthed, leaving the spectators stunned.

[ Ding! Ancient tomb! ]

[ Ming Dynasty! ]

[ Value: ]

Luo Feng stared at the display, astonished. Wasn’t this supposed to be a treasure site? How had an ancient tomb appeared? The legend had spoken of treasure, not an ancient tomb! But now, beneath the gold, lay an ancient resting place.

What did this mean? Luo Feng was entirely baffled, his mind whirling.

“Don’t stop, host, keep digging! I want to see how much gold you can find!” someone urged.

Luo Feng paid no attention, absorbed in his thoughts, trying to determine the shape and scale of the ancient tomb based on the treasure markers. The unexpected discovery had opened a new chapter in his quest, and he knew that the unraveling of the ancient mystery had only just begun..