ATPnovel Chapter 122 Stone Forest Weak Water
Chapter 122 Stone Forest Weak Water
Chapter 122 Stone Forest Weak Water
According to this statement, the Stone Forest Hall of Longevity is actually the ancestral hall in the outside world?
It's just that if it's an ancestral hall, in a taboo place like the Tiandou Empire, it's the top priority of each family, and generally they won't let outsiders in easily, right?
The specifications are higher, such as the imperial mausoleum of the Tiandou imperial family, which is said to suppress the luck of the entire Tiandou imperial family—of course, when it comes to luck, Xue Hanjiang only knows a thing or two about the truth of the rumors.
But there is indeed the most heavily guarded place besides the imperial palace, and the unorthodox royal blood is not allowed to come within a thousand meters.
For example, Xuehanjiang, he was not qualified to be close to the imperial tomb back then.
Therefore, in Xue Hanjiang's impression, it seems that the larger the clan or empire, the more attention it pays to the ancestral temples or mausoleums that enshrine their ancestors and their heritage.
But... the Hall of Longevity of the Stone Forest Tribe allows so many outsiders who don't know the details to enter openly?
How can this be?
Maybe it was to see Xue Hanjiang's doubts, or maybe he wanted to increase Xue Hanjiang's favorability, so that he could exert more strength in the battle later, Zhang Shijie asked Xue Hanjiang quietly: "Where are you going?" Don't you have the Hall of Eternal Life and the Holy Water Pool?"
Xue Hanjiang shook his head, and within three seconds, he recalled the relevant content about the holy water pool in Grandpa Hong's notes.
The so-called holy water pool is actually a huge pool, or well, formed by drawing underground rivers.
Its main function is to perform baptism and sacrifice.
The records on the baptism were vague, and the priest only mentioned a few words in passing.
——Grandpa Hong thinks these things are not important to him, so he didn't write them down, or Grandpa Hong thinks these things are as ordinary as eating and drinking, and everyone knows about them, so there is no need to record them at all.
Xue Hanjiang thought about it, and felt that the second possibility was a bit higher.
Then Xuehanjiang recalled the records about Qingjiahe, and even guessed the relationship between the holy water pool and Qingjiahe, nothing more than two situations.
First, some people in the larger grassland tribes felt that if they were like ordinary civilians, they would throw away the corpses of their ancestors at random and there would be no home for them. In order to let the corpses of their ancestors "return to their roots" and bless their tribe for generations to come, they diverted the water of the Qingjia River to Within the scope of his own tribe's rule, the Palace of Longevity was gradually formed.
Second, some people who are about to die feel that they cannot part with their own tribe or relatives, even if they die, they have to wait silently within the scope of the tribe, and finally gradually evolved into this kind of Longevity Palace.
To sum up the above two points, to put it more generally, the pool that draws water from the Qingjia River is an alternative tomb for the ancestors of the Shilin tribe to carry their corpses, or "urn".
Seeing Xue Hanjiang shaking his head, Zhang Shijie automatically figured out the reason, and told Xue Hanjiang about the Palace of Longevity: "Before tribes were formed, people on the grasslands used to send their dead companions outside. The Qingjia River sent the souls of the dead back to the Hall of Eternal Life. But later, after the tribes lived in groups, some tribes lived in a relatively harsh living environment. Usually, they could not find the Qingjia River, which passed through the territory of their own tribe. Naturally, it is impossible for Jiahe to carry out the soul sending ceremony and maintain the water supply."
"Under such circumstances, one tribe really had no choice but to use the underground river for the soul sending ceremony. After discovering that the underground river can also carry out the soul sending ceremony smoothly, the people of the entire grassland tribe began to use the underground river to carry out the soul sending ceremony. The habit of performing the soul sending ceremony."
It wasn't until Zhang Shijie finished talking about Xue Hanjiang that he realized that the river where people in the prairie drank water was not the same as the river where corpses were thrown, so he raised his eyebrows in amazement: "So that's the case."
Zhang Shijie wanted to say something at first, but when he saw a touch of white not far behind him, he frowned: "It's really haunting."
Shan Hong shook his head: "Okay, regardless of that guy, let's go and register first."
After entering from the stone gate at the entrance, there is a somewhat narrow passage. The lighting on both sides of the passage is a kind of white stone. The bright and soft light makes the gray-white passage have a cold and dreamy feeling, just like the road leading to hell.
The entire channel is more than [-] meters long.
When stepping out of the passage and seeing the interior of the Hall of Eternal Life, it suddenly became clear.
This is a palace built in the belly of the mountain after hollowing out the mountain. It is not accurate to say that the palace is, it should be called a stone forest.
The surrounding mountain walls are all extremely uniform gray-white stones. These stones are carved into pillars of different heights and colors from white to blue, and on top of these pillars are placed all kinds of strange stone carvings. A dark blue stone platform with a width of one hundred feet.
It is worth mentioning that the entire stone forest is soaked in water, and the water quality is so clear that it is impossible to see how deep the water is.
Shan Hong whispered: "Be careful later, don't fall off the pillar."
Broken Soul looked at the palm-wide pillars that were gradually thinning out of the passage, thinking: "What will happen if you fall?"
"Uh... yes..." Shan Hong thought for a while, but still felt that the words were too vague, so he simply pulled a feather from the feather on his head and threw it down the stone platform. It sank to the bottom of the water, and there was not even a slight ripple on the water surface: "The water under the stone platform is very deep, and it will be the same as this feather when it falls."
Xue Hanjiang was taken aback when he saw the feather sinking, and subconsciously blurted out: "Is this weak water?"
The probing color in Gongsun Qing's eyes became deeper and deeper: "When the holy water surges, the weak water rises. Don't you even know this?"
It seems that this should be the basic knowledge that all Yinshan Grassland people are familiar with, so that Grandpa Hong never thought that there would be people who didn't know this.
Even if they are only curious about why they don't know, and they don't suspect others, they have to deal with it well.
Xue Hanjiang blushed slightly, showing a shy expression, and said in a low voice: "I just heard from my parents, and this is the first time I've seen it."
Thinking of the origins of Xue Hanjiang and Broken Soul, Gongsun Qing suddenly patted Xue Hanjiang on the shoulder comfortingly: "It's fine if you don't know, just don't fall."
Shan Hong took the opportunity to popularize some commonsense knowledge about holy water to Xue Hanjiang and Broken Soul Science, for fear that Xue Hanjiang would make a wrong operation because he didn't know it later: "When I was young, I sneaked into Weak Water once out of curiosity, but my soul power was not strong enough. I know why I can't use it all of a sudden. At that time, I thought my martial spirit was useless, but I didn't dare to tell my parents. I scared myself, but I was scared to death by myself. After about three days, my soul power slowly recovered before I breathed a sigh of relief. .”
"Ha ha ha ha……"
Suddenly there was laughter all around, it was from the other teams who were quietly listening to them.
It's just that there was a little embarrassment in the laughter, and Shan Hong was not the only one who did this kind of seemingly sand sculpture.
(End of this chapter)