Guanzhong Tomb Robbery Notes

Chapter 253 Purple Air from the East, Greed

The art of looking at qi?

Purple and black energies?

Ancient demigod?

I stared at these three words in a trance.

I have heard of the art of qigong.

When Tuo Ye was telling the story of tomb robbing, he mentioned that the highest level of tomb robbing was to look at the qi and find the way.

The "Wang Qi" among them is the art of Wang Qi.

It is said that people who practice the art of qi-gazing can initially see hazy qi from the things around them.

Going deeper, you can see the color and shape of the Qi.

If you continue to practice, you will be able to see the good and bad fortune of people or animals.

Those who have achieved great success can see the destiny of heaven and earth.

I originally thought that the art of fortune-telling was made up by Tuo Ye based on legends.

I didn’t expect that there really is someone who can read qi!

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This field worker from the 425 Institute can already read the ground's energy, and his level of qi-reading skills is quite high.

Such a powerful person is just an outsider!

What exactly is this 425 Research Institute researching?!

At that moment, I became extremely curious about the 425 Institute.

And in the near future, I came into contact with this mysterious research institute...

Closing the notebook, I opened the sealed bag and took a look inside.

There's nothing else in there.

I closed my eyes and pondered the words purple and black energy and ancient demigod.

The black air should be yin energy, evil energy, and resentment.

What is that purple air?

"Biographies of Immortals" records: When Laozi traveled to the West, he was pleased to see the aura first and knew that the immortal had passed by. Later, he returned to look for and track him down, and indeed found Laozi. Laozi also knew his wonders and wrote a book about him.

This record says that Yin Xi, who was stationed at Hangu Pass, saw the purple air and knew that Laozi was coming, so he looked for Laozi's whereabouts and asked him to write the "Tao Te Ching".

From this story came the idiom: Purple Air Coming from the East.

Purple air symbolizes auspiciousness and good luck.

Based on this inference, purple air represents wealth, inheritance and other benefits.

Plus the ancient demigods.

This purple air represents the relics left behind by the ancient demigods!

Maybe this is the Baon snake we are looking for to break the curse!

The purple and black energies are in the shape of a dragon, indicating great danger and great wealth!

If I wasn't cursed, I would definitely choose to run away. No matter how rich you are, you have to live long to spend it.

But I have no way out.

No matter how dangerous the road ahead is, you have to go in and give it a try.

I opened my eyes and put my notebook and work ID into a sealed bag.

Then he looked at the two bodies.

Judging from the date in the notes, they died on August 3rd.

It's already September!

They had been dead for a month, but their bodies hadn't decayed at all.

Even in a state of rigor mortis...

According to Taoist Master Zhang, the only place that can prevent corpses from rotting is a corpse-raising ground that gathers pure yin energy!

The pure yin energy corresponds to the black energy seen in the Qi-gazing technique.

It seems that this person's ability to see qi is not fake.

I sealed the Ziploc bag and squeezed it firmly with my fingers.

Should I take the sealed bag with me or put it back?

Put them back and pretend you never saw them.

I don’t know anything about the mysterious unit 425 Institute.

Take it away, maybe you can use it to get in touch with the 425 Institute.

But the bigger risk is probably...

After all, I am a tomb robber, wandering in the gray and black area.

The 425 Institute is a legitimate organization. They have to give an explanation for the death of their people. We might become scapegoats.

How to choose is a difficult problem.

After much consideration, I decided that safety comes first.

I decided to put the sealed bag back and pretend I had never seen the two bodies.

I plan to keep everything I see to myself.

"Brother, have you finished reading it?"

"What's written on it?" Cui Hao asked curiously.

Wang Hu and Shi Nianzi also turned their heads to look at me, their faces full of curiosity.

That's how people are.

When I get curious, I want to know.

I hesitated for two seconds and decided it would be better not to tell them.

The more people who know about this, the greater the chance of it leaking out.

"It's a record of exploration work."

"They went into the cave to conduct geological exploration, got trapped and couldn't get out, and ended up dying here."

I made up a few lies based on the name of the unit embroidered on my work clothes.

They never thought that I would tell lies, and they all looked regretful.

"Alas, such a good person is gone just like that."

"This cave is really weird. It seems that no one who comes in has a good ending."

"Master Chen, do you think we will..."

Snapped!

Wang Hu was mumbling in the middle of it when he was hit on the back of his head by a stone mill.

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

"We'll be fine if we follow Master Chen, don't overthink it."

"Hehe, yes." Wang Hu scratched his head with a dry laugh.

Cui Hao put his arms around Wang Hu's neck and whispered something into his ear.

I didn't hear what he said either.

But after two sentences, Wang Hu immediately waved his hands to explain.

"No no!"

"Brother Haozi, you misunderstood me."

"I really don't mean to upset anyone, I'm just a little worried."

I stared at Wang Hu's face carefully for three seconds.

When he noticed my gaze, I turned and walked towards the innermost corpse.

The body lay flat on the ground.

His face was unattractive, the type that would be invisible in a crowd of people.

He is about 1.7 meters tall, which is very ordinary.

I used to hear from people in the village who had served in the military that scouts usually choose people of average height and appearance so that they can go out and perform disguised reconnaissance missions.

I think the selection of field staff for the 425 Institute may also take this aspect into consideration.

I wonder if he has the secret of qi-reading.

If only there were...

I squatted down and tried to stuff the file bag back into his tightly clenched right hand.

But rigor mortis made his joints extremely stiff.

Even if I used all my strength, I couldn't stuff the file bag back.

Forget it.

Let’s see if he has any secret techniques first.

Greed arises from the bottom of my heart.

Inside my heart, another me seemed to be shouting: "Hurry up and search him to see if there is any secret book of the art of reading qi! If you find the secret book of the art of reading qi, you can read qi and make fortunes!"

hiss!

I took a deep breath.

He shook his head vigorously again.

Don’t be greedy!

What's more, this corpse was not an ordinary person when he was alive, so you can't touch him randomly.

Reason shouted even louder in my mind.

But the greedy voice in my heart gradually filled my mind, completely suppressing the voice of reason.

At that moment, I felt a lot of noise in my head and my head hurt.

I couldn't help but put my hands into my hair and pull it up hard.

The hair was pulled up along with the scalp.

The intense pain allowed reason to take over again.

Whoosh whoosh!

I gasped for breath, and just as I was wondering how strange the greed in my heart was, my eyeballs suddenly swelled and hurt.

Everything I saw before me began to spin rapidly.

A strong feeling of dizziness came over me, followed by an uncomfortable feeling of nausea and vomiting.

I squatted on the ground with my eyes closed.

He pressed his hands hard on his temples, trying to make the dizziness go away.

After pressing it for about two minutes, I opened my eyes.

What I saw was a smiling face!