Xu Yanzhi, a doctor of ancient architecture, was accidentally sucked into the Nine Dragon Wall in the fifteenth year of Wanli while repairing the lightning-struck wood in the Forbidden City.
——He saw blood and tears oozing from the gold bricks in the Dingling Underground Palace, and the skeletons of three young children curled up in the coffin of Emperor Shenzong Zhu Yijun.
On the night when he became a minor official in the Ministry of Works, half a volume of "Tiangong's Forbidden Book" came out of the inkstone.
The ink line can trap the corpse ginseng jumping out of the Danbi stone. The fourth square of the Luban ruler contains the secret document of Nightmare Town written by Zhang Juzheng, and the sword box on the owl's kiss in the Palace of Supreme Harmony is actually engraved with the house number of his modern studio.
"Master Xu, do you know that the Eight-Armed Nezha City is missing an arm?"
The White Lotus Monk pointed at the collapsed Wengcheng at Xizhimen and sneered. The bones of a hundred thousand water workers under the moat suddenly opened their eyes.
When the Yangshan stele on the Xiaoling Mausoleum of the Ming Dynasty in Nanjing cracked the seventh crack, Xu Yanzhi finally saw through it:
The so-called "Thirty-one Years of Hongwu" is actually the Double Dragon Lock that Emperor Jianwen spent thirty-three months refining——
What is locked is the chaos overflowing from Kunlun Ruins
What is locked is the broken fragment of Dayu's Jiuding
What is locked is the soul of the time traveler who has acted recklessly.
At this moment, he was standing at the highest point of Jingshan Mountain, holding the Yin Talisman Scroll and the Luban Ax in his hands.
At your feet is the old locust tree where Chongzhen hanged himself, and above your head is the star map reconstructed by Jiuding.
Is this ax cutting the dragon's veins or the road back home?
