Chapter 387: The Web Reels! The Enigmatic Seven Slaughters stele! Zhang Xianzhong’s Hidden Fortune Discovered! (2)
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
After trekking three kilometers, Luo Feng began a scan at the base of Qingcheng Mountain. Numerous scattered treasure markers appeared on his screen, but he paid them no mind, pressing forward. His primary objective was the Puzhao Temple.
By midday, he had arrived at his intended destination.
“My goodness! Old Luo, are you here treasure hunting? In a temple?”
“Are you here to pray?”
Choosing to ignore the flurry of comments, Luo Feng mentally commanded, “Initiate level three scan.” He patiently waited at the temple gate as the scan progressed.
“These markers are sparse, and there aren’t many in sight!”
“But the Puzhao TemDle is glowing golden!”
“As I had expected!”
A slight smile crept onto Luo Feng’s face.
Just as he suspected, the temple held treasure. However, the extent could only be confirmed by venturing inside. Once he entered the Puzhao Temple, he noted the peace and tranquility, an indication of it being off-peak prayer season.
He spent thirty minutes circling the path inside the temple. After one full round, Luo Feng concluded that Zhang Xianzhong’s treasure lay beneath the Puzhao Temple. The entire ground underneath the courtyard was aglow. If this wasn’t indicative of treasure, what else could it be?
However, excavating within the temple was strictly forbidden. Luo Feng was left to only gaze at the sight. His suspicion lingered that other locations existed beyond the temple and that the treasure beneath the temple was merely a tiny fraction, hardly noteworthy.
“Why is Old Luo at the temple?”
“Is he guiding the affluent young second- generation heirs to dine on vegetarian noodles?”
“Is he here for prayers?”
“He hasn’t used his hoe all morning; he must be here for prayer!” That day, Luo Feng’s peculiar behavior puzzled everyone.
He had journeyed into the mountains without excavating.
He had proceeded directly to the temple.
He insisted that he was there to offer incense and pray, but why did he bring along his hoe?
Everyone was perplexed.
They were clueless about Luo Feng’s intention.
After consuming vegetarian noodles, Luo Feng collected his hoe and machete, and ventured further into the mountain. He continuously scanned for an hour, yet found no further significant marker clusters.
He visited the Feixian Daoist Temple in Qingcheng Mountain, took a brief tour, returned, and resumed his walk.
By half-past two in the afternoon, he arrived at the Chang Daoist Temple.
The Chang Daoist Temple dwarfed the Feixian Daoist Temple in size. Luo Feng paused before the mountain gate, casting his gaze at the stone tablet tower. At first glance, he knew he was in the right place.
The structures flanking the stone tablet tower consisted of a grand hall and buildings nestled behind it, layered distinctively. However, the real attraction was the intricate carvings of flying dragons that spiraled up the stone pillars, appearing to soar skyward. “Initiate level three scan!”
He commanded another scan.
A scattering of treasure markers appeared within the Chang Daoist Temple. Luo Feng nodded silently. No treasures, as expected.
He pivoted, surveying the river at the foot of the mountain, where a stone tiger appeared to emerge from the water. With the stone dragon and the stone tiger representing the north and east, respectively, the treasure logically should be positioned between them.
“Let’s go, everyone listen up, we’re off to find treasure!” Luo Feng declared, leaving the Chang Daoist Temple. His initial silence was finally broken.
“What on earth?”
“So, he knows where the treasure is just by visiting a few Daoist temples?” “Does he have divine powers? Did Taishang Laojun reveal it to him?”
“I’m confused, how did he find the treasure?”
“Where is the treasure?”
Despite the onslaught of questions, Luo Feng remained silent. With so many spectators at the foot of the mountain, divulging anything would undoubtedly trigger a premature rush.
Guided by the straight-line distance from the flying dragon to the stone tiger, Luo Feng descended the mountain. After a five-kilometer hike, he initiated another level three scan.
As the scan concluded…
A dense forest unveiled a multitude of treasure markers, their concentrated glow blinding.
“Wow! It’s been quite a while since I’ve witnessed such intense golden light!” Luo Feng exclaimed, breaking into hearty laughter as he began to dig.
[ Ding! You have discovered a treasure! ]
[ Ming Dynasty! ]
[ Value: ????? ]
Just under thirty centimeters deep, Luo Feng unearthed a wooden box-like object, and a system prompt appeared.
“Could this be some kind of official silver?” Luo Feng pondered, inspecting the unearthed wooden box.
Before long, he had extracted a larger box, approximately one meter squared.
The sight of this wooden box sparked a wave of familiarity among the viewers, and their comments started flooding in.
“What’s this?” “A piece of wood?”
“Did he find a coffin?”
“Is there an ancient tomb here?” “Such a small coffin, did a person with dwarfism inhabit it?”
The full image was yet to be seen.
They only saw a small wooden piece unearthed.
The immediate conclusion was a tiny coffin.
However, as Luo Feng unveiled more of the box, they realized their analysis was off.
“What coffin? Isn’t this just a treasure chest?” “Who led us to believe it was a dwarf’s coffin?”
“Damn, this has to be Zhang Xianzhong’s treasure, right?”
“Did he really find it?”
Ignoring the comments, Luo Feng, with the help of one of the heirs, lifted the box from the hole. He dusted off the lid. Despite signs of decay, the wooden surface remained relatively intact. With a swift chop from his Jungle Blade, the large iron lock fell off.
Luo Feng lifted the lid of the box.
Inside, a layer of dust greeted him..
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