Tomb Robber: I, Chen Yulou, am dedicated to cultivating immortality!

Chapter 470: Cannon Temple Tiger Crouching Cannon!

There is a six-linked Luban lock outside the bone storage building.

The numerous mechanisms are completely different.

There is no obstacle at all in the Temple of the Martial Saint.

Kunlun walked forward and pushed gently. With a creaking sound, the door opened instantly.

Who knows how many years it has been sealed. The temple is covered with dust and shrouded in black fog, so thick that it is almost impossible to dissipate, as if you can scoop it up in your palm with just one hand.

Several lights entered the hall one by one.

The dust scattered and floated back and forth in the light.

There are carved beams and painted buildings in the hall, with seven glazed lamps on top, forming the shape of the Big Dipper. On both sides of the hall stand six carved dragon pillars, and the coiled dragons entwined on them all have full beards and eyebrows spread out, looking vivid and lifelike.

And on the shrine in the center of the hall.

Guandi holds the Lin Sutra in one hand and strokes his long beard with the other, looking dignified, mighty and domineering.

Guan Ping and Zhou Cang stood on his left and right, holding a Green Dragon Crescent Blade.

It was nearly ten feet long, and the blade was flashing with cold light, especially when illuminated by the light, the white light was like a waterfall, which made people shudder.

"It's really the Saint Emperor Guan..."

Although the Xiangling strongmen have respected the King of Western Chu and Wu Zixu as their ancestors since ancient times, most of the Xiangling strongmen are from the green forest and they value benevolence and righteousness, so they respect Guan Erye the most.

No matter big or small, worship the Martial Saint first.

Now seeing the awe-inspiring statue of Zhenjun in the hall, the group's expressions became much more serious.

Kunlun stepped forward, lit the candle, and took a handful of incense and inserted it into the furnace.

Amid the curling green smoke, the statue looks even more majestic.

His eyes subconsciously fell on the Qinglong Yanyue Sword. He took a closer look and discovered that the sword was not a clay or wooden sculpture, but a real sword with a sharp blade.

After paying homage to the statue of Zhenjun, he could no longer hold back his amazement in his heart. He walked closer to the shrine and grasped the hilt of the sword. He felt that the power of the Qinglong sword was so great that it was impossible for an ordinary person to control it.

Take a deep breath.

With a clang sound, the long sword was lifted up by him.

The blade was broad and sharp, several inches longer than the halberd he carried on his back.

A casual wave.

The seemingly heavy Qinglong Sword was actually incredibly sharp. Its cold light broke through the black fog, and its edge almost cut through the surrounding void.

There were several people standing by looking at the temple.

I was startled by the sudden noise.

When I turned around, I saw him holding the Qinglong Sword.

He was already tall and majestic, and now with a long sword in his hand, just standing there, the sense of oppression he gave people was even stronger.

"Good knife!"

Kunlun's eyes suddenly lit up.

His favorite weapons had to be, firstly, heavy, otherwise they would feel light in his hand and not be able to exert even one-tenth or one-twelfth of his strength; secondly, they had to be fast, so that wherever the blade pointed it could destroy anything.

Hear the words.

Several people were even more amazed.

It was only him who could do it. If someone else came, the weight of the sword, weighing more than a hundred pounds, would be enough to suffocate them.

"Didn't Brother Chen say we should find a way to break the impasse?"

"Let's not waste any more time. Spread out and look around to see if there is anything that can restrain the demon armor."

Partridge Whistle withdrew his gaze and said in a deep voice.

According to the Banshan school's principle of life, restraint and transformation, there must be an antidote within five steps. As Feng Shigu is a person, he would never let the monster run rampant. If this ghost thing continues to grow, even he will be strangled into a ball of flesh and blood.

and so.

In order to avoid future troubles.

He will definitely do something.

When Chen Yulou said this, it was obvious that he had thought of this.

It is unreasonable to have a Guandi Temple among the Corpse Mountain, the House of the Dead and the Village of Earth Immortals. Perhaps this is the reason why he specially built a Guandi Temple here.

"good."

"Hurry, everyone move."

Hearing this, everyone responded.

In just a short while, the rumbling sound outside the temple gate had become more and more shocking. At the same time, the cry of Luofu birds pierced through the clouds and split the rocks, echoing in all directions, making people's blood boil.

I knew I couldn't delay any longer.

The crowd dispersed.

This Martial Saint Temple has two floors. The first floor is the Temple of the Enchantress. There is a suspended structure standing on the side. Partridge Whistle did not dare to hesitate. He took three or two steps on the wooden ladder and jumped up to the second floor.

only……

It is completely different from the bright and upright atmosphere on the first floor.

It was indescribably cold upstairs.

As soon as he entered, he felt a chill coming towards him, as if there was murderous intent lurking in the darkness.

The old foreigner behind him subconsciously wanted to move forward with the lantern, but he was held back by him, "Something is wrong, turn it off first."

In that gloomy and decayed atmosphere, he seemed to smell a hint of gunpowder.

This is obviously very wrong.

Because Dixian Village is deep underground and has several Yin rivers running through it, the air is humid and gunpowder is difficult to preserve. Even the ancient books and scrolls in the bone storage building were protected by sandalwood, otherwise they would have been bitten by mosquitoes long ago.

But the Temple of the Martial Saint is different.

The terrain here is low and connected to the earth veins. You can get a glimpse of it by looking at the stone walls in the Demon-Suppressing Hall. Fine water droplets are condensed and the humidity is very high.

This kind of place stores gunpowder.

What is the difference between this and hiding books in a water cave?

There must be something wrong when things are abnormal. Partridge Whistle knew this very well, so he asked the old foreigner to turn off the lights.

Although the latter didn't understand, since it was his senior brother's order, he didn't hesitate at all. He opened the glass cover of the wind lantern, blew gently, and the jumping flame went out with a snap.

The second floor fell into deathly silence again.

but.

They do not have night vision and can move freely in the dark.

As soon as the fire was extinguished, Partridge Whistle did not rest, but took out a palm-sized stone shaped like a jade bead, and a ray of emerald green light slowly rose.

Although it is not enough to illuminate all directions.

But every inch of the body was extremely clear.

Noticing his senior brother's actions, the old foreigner did not dare to hesitate and slowly took out an iron arrow from the quiver behind him. The space in the hall was narrow and it was difficult to use the dragon bow. The arrow was extremely sharp and was enough to be used for self-defense.

The two of them were in tandem.

Except for the suppressed breathing sound.

There was only the sound of footsteps on the tiles.

Holding the night pearl, he walked forward more than ten steps. Partridge Whistle discovered something and couldn't help but gasp, and his pupils suddenly turned into a golden line.

He made a stop gesture to the old foreigner behind him.

The latter immediately understood and took the opportunity to stick his head out from the side of Partridge Whistle.

I saw that the structure of the second floor was almost identical to that of the Demon-Subduing Hall, with the same six coiled dragon pillars supporting the roof, but the deity enshrined in the shrine was not Guandi.

Instead, it was a stocky, dark, short, angry-looking evil ghost.

His eyes were as red as blood, and he stood high above the shrine, staring at the two of them.

Even the divine generals standing on both sides turned into two little ghosts from the underworld wearing blood-soaked black robes and with pigtails on their heads.

The three ghost statues look ferocious and evil.

Plus the green light emitted by the night pearl in his hand.

Reflect each other.

It also made those evil gods exude an evil aura all over their bodies.

"This……"

The old foreigner's scalp tingled when he saw it.

He never thought that, just a layer of separation, the Guandi Emperor, who was so majestic just now, turned into an evil god or demon in the blink of an eye.

He swallowed secretly.

He glanced at his senior brother out of the corner of his eye.

At this moment, he also had a solemn look on his face, and his expression was indescribably ugly.

Obviously, this was not expected.

"The Temple of the Cannon."

After a moment, Partridge Whistle slowly exhaled, his tone was complicated, and it was hard to tell whether it was shock or anger.

"what?"

The old foreigner didn't quite understand and asked subconsciously.

Partridge Whistle simply pointed behind the three evil gods.

Look along the way.

Behind the devilish clay statue of the evil god, there was a wooden plaque with the words "Pao Shen Temple" written in gold on a black background.

"What kind of god is the God of Cannons?"

"Brother, I haven't heard of it."

The old foreigner frowned, originally wondering if it was a name made up by his senior brother, but he never expected that this was the name on the plaque in the temple.

“It’s as good as the name.”

“It means artillery.”

Partridge Whistle let out a breath of foul air. Wuxi Town has been using saltpeter and gunpowder for digging wells, collecting salt, and moving mountains since ancient times. However, earthen explosives often lead to accidental injuries due to the ratio and various problems.

Countless miners were killed or injured.

In desperation, some people secretly worshipped the God of Cannons.

Over time, it became a trend.

Just as people living along the coast worship Mazu first before going out to sea, boatmen crossing the river will often worship the river god.

A few days ago in Wuxi Town, the miners who had just got off work would dip their hands in the liquor and sprinkle a drop or two on the ground before eating or drinking. In fact, they were praying to the God of Cannons, thanking the God for his protection and giving these poor people a bite to eat.

However, at that time, the group of people were just watching the fun, and the local dialect in Wuxi was extremely obscure and difficult to understand, so they just thought it was some kind of custom and didn't think much about it.

"so……"

It was the first time that the old foreigner had heard such gossip about folk gods.

I just feel it is extremely novel.

At the same time, an extremely bold guess emerged in my mind.

"Brother, there shouldn't be...gunpowder hidden here, right?"

"guessed?"

Partridge Whistle smiled coldly.

When he smelled the pungent smell of saltpeter when he went upstairs earlier, he was just suspicious. But now that he saw the three words "Temple of Cannons", that suspicion had disappeared.

"Look around."

"There might be artillery hidden here."

As soon as these words were spoken, the old foreigner also became excited. If there really was a weapon like the Red Cannon, and it was moved downstairs, wouldn't it be just right to use it to deal with the demon armor?

The two brothers acted quickly.

Walking around with the help of the night-shining pearl.

Soon, the two found a tiger crouching cannon in the compartment behind the shrine. It looked extremely old, at least a few hundred years old.

The inside of the barrel was pitch black and had countless scratches.

You can tell at first glance that it has been through the battlefield.

Feng Shigu is indeed very powerful and can get things like this.

The two of them worked together to pull the tiger squat cannon out of the compartment.

"Brother, there is no gunpowder."

The old foreigner went in to take a look, only to find that after removing the cannon, the compartment was empty and there was no gunpowder at all.

Isn't a cannon without explosives just a musket without ammunition?

There is no difference between it and a fire stick.

"If they could hide such a cannon in the temple, they shouldn't have prepared gunpowder. Let's look for it again."

Partridge Whistle shook his head.

Holding the night-shining pearl in his hand, his eyes swept around like a knife.

The shrines, clay statues, domes, dragon-shaped pillars, and even the cracks in the walls were not spared. Finally, the two of them almost simultaneously cast their gazes towards the ground.

"Brother, I'm coming."

The old foreigner pulled out a dagger from his waist, and there seemed to be a fire dancing in his eyes.

Not daring to delay at all, he squatted on the ground and carefully inserted the blade into the gap between the floor tiles. After removing a few pieces, he looked down and saw that the ground layer was densely covered with gun pins.