Chapter 41 Zhong Shengguang's Cemetery

Sun Fuping stood up: "Since I have the same opinion as He Junshou, let's start with this clue."

"How to find it?" Nian Songyu frowned, "Do you want to pray for rain in Panlong Ruins?"

"The success rate of praying for rain here is less than half, and the effort is more than five or six times the usual." Sun Fuping smiled bitterly, "Just now I tried to summon the mountains and swamps, but there was no response at all."

Summoning mountains and swamps here is really imaginative. He Lingchuan couldn't help laughing: "This place is too dry, even the land god died of drought."

"If you can't pray for rain, then use water to irrigate. Maybe the team of Baling Kingdom did this." Nian Songyu thought for a while, "It's impossible to pray for rain in the whole city, and there is no need. We must find the right place."

It's impossible for the team of Baling Kingdom to pray for rain here to fall on Panlong City. The limited water must be used in a precise location. With a successful precedent, Sun Guoshi and his party can make a rough estimate as long as they deduce according to the situation.

"In my analysis, the places where rainwater can trigger the wild sand season are nothing more than these: Mitian Temple, Zhong Shengguang Temple, General Hong Temple, Zhong Shengguang's cemetery, and the mass graves in Panlong City." Sun Fuping added, "Those two temples were built when people were still alive, and they are rare living temples."

As we all know, only the dead or gods can enjoy the incense and offerings in the temples; if you build a living temple for a living person, it is not worshiping people, it is harming people, because most living people are not blessed to enjoy it, and at the least they will shorten their lifespans, and at the worst they will die.

Obviously, Zhong Shengguang and General Hong are special cases, and they were deified during their lifetime.

He Lingchuan asked curiously, "Why not include the grave of General Hong?"

He Chunhua answered him, "He has not been buried. At most, it is a cenotaph. It is not worth searching."

Nian Songyu asked, "Even if we find these locations, how can we determine which one to water in the end?"

"We can't, but the three corpse worms know." Sun Fuping ordered people to bring up several sealed glass jars, which seemed to be filled with mist.

Everyone looked closely, and wow, where is the mist? There are clearly four or five swimming three corpse worms in the jars!

They are very lively, and each of them uses its head to support the edge of the jar, looking a bit like eels raised in a jar.

"They only move in one direction, that is, away from the big square pot." Sun Fuping explained, "That is to say, the direction they swim is where the big square pot is. You can find it by taking this jar and walking around the target location."

This old man is very cunning and plans everything in advance. If he is holding back, he will probably do it very carefully... He Lingchuan glanced at him secretly, and became more vigilant.

Next, everyone picked up the glass jar and went their separate ways.

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The father and son of the He family naturally walked together and went to the tomb of Zhong Shengguang.

On a cold and bleak night, walking in the ruins of a city. This feeling of loneliness and decadence reached its peak when he saw the tomb of Zhong Shengguang.

The tomb of Zhong Shengguang is located in the northwest corner of the South Gate Square where they first passed. It is actually a very large and imposing tomb, made entirely of Qinggang stone, covering an area of ​​two acres. Judging from the surrounding conditions, the burial person specially demolished many houses to make room for the construction of this large tomb.

The epitaph is very simple: The Tomb of Xiluo Commander Zhong Shengguang, with the date of birth and death next to it.

For more than a hundred years, except for many traces excavated by later generations, the entire tomb is intact, and the stone bars of the tomb are not even broken.

When the father and son of the He family came here, they both breathed a sigh of relief.

The story of Panlong City and Dafeng Army has been passed down year after year, and it continues to be told in Heishui City today, but how many people can come to pay homage to this legendary general who died for his country?

He Lingchuan sighed: "The enemy actually built such a big tomb for him."

Zhong Shengguang committed suicide when the city was broken, fulfilling his oath of "the city survives while the people survive, and the city is broken while the people die". Later, Panlong City was massacred, and of course there were no compatriots to bury him. The only people who built this tomb could be his enemies.

"Xianyou country had no choice but to do it. After Zhong Shengguang died, he was beheaded and presented to the capital of Xianyou country to ask for merit. The whole country celebrated and the palace collected it as a collection. However, since then, Panlong Desert has encountered strange things one after another, and no people or animals survived, and no grass or trees grew. Xianyou country wanted a wasteland rich in minerals, not a desert that no living people could enter, so it sent people to Panlong City again to bury Zhong Shengguang, hoping to calm the anger of the resentful soul."

"Then it failed." There is no need to elaborate on what happened to Xianyou country and Panlong Desert.

He Chunhua took out two bunches of incense from somewhere and lit them, and gave one bunch to He Lingchuan: "It's not easy to make this trip."

Pay tribute to the heroic soul.

The two of them worshiped seriously, and He Lingchuan took out a bag of mare's milk from his arms and filled three cups.

The father and son of the He family made a false gesture towards the tombstone and drank it all in one gulp.

He Lingchuan gently sprinkled the wine on the grave and whispered: "General Zhong, you must bless us to enter and exit the Panlong Desert safely, so that we will have the opportunity to come and offer you wine in the future." He Lingchuan took out the glass jar and walked around Zhong Shengguang's tomb, but the three corpse worms in the jar did not change direction and always arched towards the south wall. In other words, this big tomb is not their target. He walked back and saw He Chunhua thinking: "Dad, what are you thinking about?" "I think, if we really find the big square pot and send it to the inland battlefield, the Panlong Desert's crazy sand season will also be a thing of the past, right?"

"Of course. Isn't this a good thing? Panlong Desert looks barren, but it is actually rich in resources. Otherwise, the coalition forces would not have fought Panlong City to death. If it had let us go, Qiansong County would not be so poor." At this point, He Lingchuan looked at He Chunhua's expression and was startled, "Why, am I wrong?"

"All right, but I think it's best for Panlong Desert to remain as it is."

He Lingchuan asked curiously, "Why?" Is there anyone who likes to guard a moody barren desert?

"The Panlong Desert is an obstacle, a disaster, and an impermanence, but it is also a guarantee. Dayuan is no longer as strong as it used to be. If this layer of protection is removed, the consequences will be unpredictable."

"What kind of guarantee is the Panlong Desert?" He Lingchuan secretly praised He Junshou for his meticulousness, but on the surface he wanted to smile, "If we can find the pot, our whole family will move to the capital. Why do we care about the Panlong Desert? It has nothing to do with us if it is windy or rainy here."

This statement is indeed in line with He Lingchuan's original personality. He Junshou looked at him and smiled: "You are very clear about the way of being an official."

No matter if he is promoted, the trouble will be the next local official. He can just pat his butt and leave. As the eldest son said, why worry about others?

If the sky falls, there will always be someone else to support it.

In fact, He Lingchuan understood it as soon as he heard it. The Panlong Desert is a buffer zone among several major forces. It is difficult for anyone who wants to cross it to attack the Yuan Kingdom. Moreover, the mad sand season that lasts for nearly half a year is a nightmare for almost all expeditionary forces. During this period, unless they can fight to support the war and the looted materials can support the army, otherwise the logistical supply will be completely cut off.