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I didn't ask any further.
A few people gathered around a campfire, remaining silent for a while. The night was pitifully dark, and soon everyone retreated to their tents to sleep.
The next day, dawn arrived without incident.
Old Ghost was the first to wake, staring intently in one direction.
When I got up, I happened to see him. He didn’t notice me until I called out to him.
"Old Ghost, what are you looking at so seriously this early in the morning?"
Old Ghost's expression was somewhat grim as he replied, "Sun Brother, do you see that mountain peak across from us?"
I nodded.
"Perhaps our destination lies there."
"What do you mean?"
"The position of that mountain is mysterious. On the surface, it appears treacherous and inhospitable, but in reality, it embodies the idea of 'when the mountains are heavy and the waters seem impassable, a hidden path reveals itself among the willows and flowers.' It is actually an excellent location."
Old Ghost spoke in a very low voice, and I listened intently.
"Sun Brother, do you know what ancient emperors valued most when selecting a site for their purposes?"
Without hesitation, I replied, "Of course, it's feng shui!"
"That's true, but there are two more points to consider. One is the terrain, and the other is the geology. Both are very important factors in constructing a grand tomb."
I couldn't help but feel that I was gaining knowledge.
"And the mountain ahead seems to have these advantages; it has both good feng shui and favorable terrain. Next, we need to assess the geology. If we determine that the geology is excellent, then this tomb is definitely a go."
As he spoke, Old Ghost appeared somewhat excited. At that moment, Fat Ma unexpectedly placed a hand on Old Ghost's shoulder.
Caught off guard, Old Ghost jumped in surprise.
" Fat Ma, I thought I was seeing ghosts early in the morning!"
Fat Ma rubbed his eyes and surprisingly didn't argue with Old Ghost. After a moment, he asked, "Old Sun, should we set off now?"
"Let's pack our things."
At that point, Mud Man also crawled out of the tent. The five of us quickly tidied up our belongings. The weak sun had begun to rise.
The morning air was still a bit chilly.
By the time we had finished our preparations, they were almost done as well. The entire team set off once again.
We walked down the slope, and after descending the mountain, we found ourselves on a flat plain.
As the saying goes, "A horse dies from running too hard when it sees a mountain." The mountain seemed close at hand, yet it felt like a long way to walk. It was nearly afternoon by the time we approached the mountain peak.
As we neared the mountain, an unsettling feeling suddenly washed over me, or perhaps it was a strange sensation rising within me.
We stood at the foot of the mountain, motionless, when a command echoed through the air. We had arrived at our destination, but we couldn't make a move just yet; we had to wait until nightfall.
I cast an admiring glance at Old Ghost.
Upon hearing the news, Fat Ma cursed under his breath, "Damn it, we've run into that bunch from the Northern Faction again, always so particular about everything."
After saying this, Fat Ma realized something was off. Could this be Sun Wukong's doing? With that thought in mind, he discreetly glanced around to ensure no one had noticed. Thankfully, no one seemed aware. He breathed a sigh of relief and thought to himself: That was close! If Sun Wukong had heard me, I would definitely be in for a beating.
Fat Ma patted his chest.
"Fatty, what are you doing? You look lost."
"Nothing, nothing, Old Sun. If we have to wait, then we wait!"
I didn't press further. Seeing Fat Ma like this made me suspect he was up to something again. This team was indeed formidable; both the personnel and equipment were top-notch.
I gazed at the mountain before us and let out a soft sigh.
At that moment, Mud Man stepped forward and stood beside me. I turned my head to glance at him and noticed he also sighed.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing, just suddenly remembered some things." Mud Man's gaze remained fixed on the mountain peak, and I didn't pry into what he was recalling.
After all, everyone has their own secrets they prefer not to share.
Time passed quickly, and before long, the sun dipped below the horizon. Several campfires were lit here and there; not everyone had descended into the valley—someone needed to stay above to provide support.
Moreover, this team had a different significance; it was a top-secret national expedition.
The mountain was not high, at least not by the standards of Lhasa.
As for going underground, the first step was definitely to dig a Burrow. But before digging, it was essential to have an experienced veteran to determine the location of the Burrow.
Of course, it wasn't our turn to take action this time.
We gathered at the foot of the mountain, where an old man held something resembling a Bamboo Dragonfly, except this one was made of Steel. He held it still in his hand, and soon the Pointer on top began to indicate a direction.
Without pausing, the old man started walking in the direction indicated by the Pointer.
I had never seen such an object and asked, "Fatty, what is he doing?"
"That's a Dragon Locating Rod," he replied. "It's used to find the location of Tombs and is also a precious tool for determining Dragon Veins."
After Fatty explained, I felt somewhat puzzled.
The clay figure seemed to sense my confusion and clarified, "Not everyone can operate a Dragon Locating Rod."
Upon hearing this, I felt relieved.
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