Dragon Seeker

Brother Yaozi once told me that tomb robbers are all vicious, otherwise they would not be able to make a living.

Digging graves is not only against the law, but also shows that they only care about themselves and forget about the well-being of their children and grandchildren.

None of these people are easy to deal with. It is true that they are desperate criminals. They can survive by relying on four words-boldness and carefulness.

Now that I have encountered Wang and his group, I finally understand how these words are true.

At first, I didn't think much about it. I was about to transform, and I wanted to avoid the sight of this group of people. As a result, when I ran to the halfway point of the mountain, I suddenly heard a series of rustling sounds behind me. I stopped and turned my head to see that there were shadows behind a huge rock, and three big heads were exposed and looking back and forth. Aren't they Wang and his two silly brothers?

"He's afraid I'll run away."

I cursed in my heart, you son of a bitch, how could you be so... smart?

Seeing that I had discovered them, Shopkeeper Wang was not ashamed at all. He hid behind a rock and waved his hands at me, and told me with his mouth that he was worried about my safety and didn't dare to be too far away from me. If anything happened, he would jump out to support me at the first time.

I thought to myself that if something really happened, he would probably run away at the first time...

The heat in my body was getting more and more serious, and I already had a strong burning pain. If this continued, I would become a living person in less than an incense stick of time. If that happened, there would be wolves in front and tigers behind, and I would regret it.

At that moment, I didn't care about arguing with Shopkeeper Wang and his three sons of bitches, and rushed to the top of the mountain.

The small temple lay before my eyes. Mottled green rust could be seen on the walls, and the whole thing presented a cold black metal texture. It should be some kind of alloy. If nothing unexpected happened, it must have some copper mixed in it.

The temple door was ajar, but not locked.

Shopkeeper Wang and his three companions chased to the top of the mountain. When they saw the small bronze temple, they immediately stopped and did not dare to move forward. Instead, they hid outside the temple door and looked back and forth.

"Brother, go in quickly!"

Shopkeeper Wang kept winking at me. At this point, he was too lazy to hide and started to urge me directly from behind: "That person must be inside. Go in and see its status. When the time is right, we will rush in."

The situation in the temple was completely unfamiliar to me. Being forced to this point, I really had no choice but to break into the temple. No matter how Shopkeeper Wang and his companions winked at me, I immediately closed the temple door gently.

Boom!

The next moment, the Yang Qi in my body completely exploded, as if I was thrown into a raging fire and burned. The pain was beyond words. I fell headfirst into the strange blood-colored wormwood next to me, almost biting my teeth, but didn't make a sound.

In fact, this transformation was particularly intense and much more painful than before.

Perhaps this was related to the Yin slave. Since it appeared, many things have gone wrong with me.

After I transformed into a human form, I was almost exhausted. I was covered in sweat, and my torn clothes were almost completely soaked. I lay on my back in the waist-high blood-colored wormwood with my eyes dull.

The grass here is very strange. I don't know what kind it is. It can live in this underground without seeing the sun. The leaves are very similar to bitter herbs, but they grow very high, and the back is a strange blood red. The soil where they grow is even more emitting a strong stench.

This stench is definitely not the smell of rotting plants, but rather the smell of rotting flesh and blood, which makes me want to vomit.

After a short rest, I really couldn't stand the smell. I felt suffocated and hurriedly got up. But when I sat up straight, a huge face appeared directly in front of me, almost hitting me once, and I was scared to retreat again and again.

The thing didn't move for a long time. I breathed a sigh of relief and struggled to get up from the ground. Only then did I see the other party's appearance clearly.

Is this... a robot?

"No..."

I shook my head repeatedly, my mind was a little confused, mainly because the appearance of this thing was too impactful, which made me feel a sense of confusion in time and space. After calming down for a moment, I gradually came back to the taste: "This should be... the lost ink art mechanical beast!"

It's not that I'm slow to react, it's really that the thing in front of me looks too shocking.

This is a person cast entirely in metal. The main material should be bronze. It is composed of square metal armor pieces. I don't know how many parts are used in the whole body. At first glance, it is really no different from a robot, but it is covered with rust and full of the sense of age. At this moment, it is half-squatting in the grass, silently looking at me. There are some black stones inlaid in its eye sockets as eyes, but there are strange colors on the stone, which makes me think that this thing may have wisdom.

The sense of time will not deceive people. In any case, thousands of years ago, human technology could not create a real robot. This involves too many aspects. After thinking about it, I have only one answer in my heart-this is the Mohist mechanical beast.

As the name suggests, this thing is actually the Mohist thing during the Hundred Schools of Thought in the Pre-Qin period. The Mohist school has many skilled craftsmen and has created many epoch-making things.

For example, the mechanical kite, which is a flying wooden bird, is probably the earliest airplane.

Unfortunately, these things were eventually lost, because the knowledge involved was too profound. Under the overall social environment at that time, they could only be the product of a flash of genius, and could not be mass-produced or even used in people's lives, and were destined not to be passed down.

The Mohist mechanical beast is exactly such a thing.

It is said that this was a weapon made by the Mohist master for the Yan State to resist the Qin Dynasty. Its main function was war. It can probably be regarded as the ancestor of robots, using a series of epoch-making instruments at that time.

For example, gears, etc.

The specific principle is difficult for even us ritual officials to understand. We only know that it uses a principle similar to environmental memory. For example, in some special places and special weather, we can hear the ancient shouts and killings. This is the environment that records the war thousands of years ago. Scientists believe that this is a recording of the magnetic field...

The Mohist mechanical beast probably uses a similar principle, allowing the mechanical beast to repeat one thing for thousands of years.

The bronze man in front of us must be this kind of thing, but the appearance is more unique.

I stared at the bronze man in front of me nervously, because many Moshu mechanical beasts have the ability to guard the house, and I was worried that this thing would suddenly attack me.

In fact, I was overthinking.

The bronze man squatted in front of me and stared at me for a long time, but finally let me go, stood up and turned to a huge wooden box in the yard.

It took out three thumb-thick incense sticks from the wooden box, and then lit them in the stove in the yard, and turned to the only bronze palace in the bronze temple.

"Is it time to burn incense?"

I said to myself.

Shopkeeper Wang once told me that there was a bronze man in the temple, who burned three incense sticks a day to worship the Water King, and wanted to praise him to death.

In fact, I was also very curious about what the Water King was like now. After all, I was trapped in a deadlock now, and how to break it was still a problem, so I quietly followed the mechanical beast, far behind it, squatting in the grass to peek at the bronze palace.

Creak.

The bronze man pushed open the door of the main hall. It was dark and deep inside, with only a few green lights flickering.

It was vaguely visible that the layout here was no different from that of most Buddhist halls, except that there was clearly a person in the shrine at the top.

There were many bright red mysterious characters painted around the shrine. A young man was sitting cross-legged in it, but his hands and feet were shackled, his hair was disheveled, his head was slightly drooping, and his face could not be seen clearly.

"The sooner you die, the sooner you will be reborn. The Western Paradise is waiting for you."

A man's voice came out of the bronze man's body.

This might be the voice of the last heavenly official, recorded on the body of the mechanical beast.

The bronze man was like a loyal servant. While talking in a mysterious way, he inserted three incense sticks into the incense burner before the New Year, knelt on the cushion in front of the shrine, and bowed to the boy in the shrine again and again.

Needless to say, the boy in the shrine must be the Water King.

What kind of big snake is this? It was clearly already a weather condition, and then it turned into a human form.

Boom!

At this moment, a muffled sound came from the center of the earth, as if the dragon vein was angry. I didn't feel much difference, after all, the dragon vein was not targeting me, but the boy in the shrine suddenly straightened his body, roared in a low voice, and seemed extremely painful.

The change came suddenly, but it also went away very quickly.

In a blink of an eye, the place has returned to normal, but the boy sitting cross-legged in the shrine opened his eyes silently.

It was a pair of scarlet eyes, but the pupils were black, which looked very strange. It raised its head slightly and looked directly outside the temple. Through the many weeds, I could still clearly feel... the other party was looking at me! !