If a grave robber robber wanted to split the Eight Trigrams, he or she would have a way to do so.
Chen Feng's method was to match the Eight Trigrams with the Dark Eight Sects. Then, according to the Dividing Gold Judgement, he used the Dragon Seeking Art to match the surrounding feng shui to the eight trigrams.
As the saying went, the Heaven and Earth were separated, and the Death and Earth were separated!
Finding the Door of Death was equivalent to finding the tomb.
As he thought about it, Chen Feng separated the feng shui around him and compared it with the positions in the Eight Trigrams.
The Yellow River bank corresponded to Duiwei, the river mouth to Kan, the river course to Gen, and the remaining green mountains, Miao Ling, mountain ranges, and the sun to Zhenxun Li.
With that, the Eight Trigrams Diagram was almost complete.
However, just as Chen Feng was about to compare the last location, he frowned.
No, wait…
He had already used up all the locks in this double feng shui pattern.
However, the last position didn't match?
If it was any other position, Chen Feng would not have minded. However, the last position was actually the Kun position!
That's right!
There was no corresponding Kun position in this Feng Shui?
One had to know that in the Eight Trigrams, the Kun position corresponded to the Death Gate of the Dark Eight Sects. And this position was the entrance to the tomb.
What was going on?
If he couldn't find the Kun position, he wouldn't be able to find the location of the tomb.
At the thought of this, a solemn expression gradually appeared on Chen Feng's face.
Therefore, he re-compared the numbers again. However, the final result was the same. They could not find the location of the Death Gate at all.
"There's something strange…"
Thinking of this, Chen Feng muttered to himself. At the same time, he also understood why his grandfather had not made a move for decades.
One had to know that his grandfather was the previous generation's Fat Hill Heavenly Official.
In terms of methods, she should not be inferior to him.
However, the two of them could not find the Kun position. From the looks of it, Chen Feng would not be able to find the Death Gate for a while.
But how did the Kun position disappear for no reason?
Could it be…
At the thought of this, two guesses suddenly appeared in Chen Feng's mind.
The first possibility was that the burial ground of the tomb was not on the Yellow River bank at all, but somewhere not far away.
Secondly, it was also what he was most worried about.
The Feng Shui here was actually not complete!
With the knowledge transmitted by the system, Chen Feng had heard that there might be any feng shui pattern that could be changed in a tomb.
This kind of feng shui would gradually change with the changes in the geographical environment.
However, this kind of Feng Shui would usually wait for a few years or even a decade before it would change. If that was really the case, then he could forget about waiting for the feng shui to become complete.
Chen Feng could not wait for decades.
As such, Chen Feng could only place his hopes on the former possibility.
However, if the general's tomb was not at the Yellow River bank, where could it be?
Chen Feng's first thought was that if the tomb was not here, it would definitely be in a location related to Feng Shui.
Feng Shui…
Thinking of this, Chen Feng's gaze suddenly crossed the Yellow River and looked at the mountain on the other side.
This mountain was called Black Ghost Mountain…
The so-called black ghost was actually a unique type of water bird in Sichuan and Shaanxi, called cormorant. The Miao people here called it Wu Gui, which was how the mountain got its name.
Would the tomb be on the mountain?
Chen Feng hesitated when he thought of this.
This was because he had heard that in ancient times, some noble tombs would choose to be built with mountains as edges.
For example, the Mausoleum of the First Emperor of Qin in Mount Li and the Qianling Mausoleum in Shaanxi.
These tombs were built on the mountain, and it took a lot of time!
It was said that the general's tomb here was also very famous. Could it be the same?
With this in mind, Chen Feng made a decision.
He wanted to cross the Yellow River and take a look at the Black Ghost Mountain on the other side.
If there really was a tomb on the other side, then he might be able to find the Gate of Death. Moreover, crossing the Yellow River during the day would also reduce a lot of danger.
However, crossing the Yellow River was not that simple.
Although this was the most narrow part of the Yellow River, it was at least a kilometer across.
Putting aside whether he dared to go into the water or not, even if he had the courage, his physical strength would not be able to keep up.
It was early spring, and the temperature of the river was almost below zero. If he stayed in the water for more than ten minutes, he would probably drown.
"Why isn't anyone thinking of building a few bridges on the Yellow River in this era?”
After complaining in distress, Chen Feng turned around and walked towards the forest. Fortunately, he was backed by the Miao Ridge and there were many trees. He only needed to use dead wood to build a raft.
Hence, Chen Feng took out a military shovel and dagger and began to cut down trees using the methods he had learned in the army.
The only fortunate thing was that since it was early spring, most of the trees here had already dried up. Moreover, most of the trees in the Miaoling were white poplars. They had great buoyancy in the water and were very suitable for building rafts.
Therefore, after about two hours, Chen Feng had prepared seven to eight pieces of dead wood that were as thick as a human arm.
Then, he cut off the branches and tied the wood with the hemp rope he carried with him. In this way, a simple raft was formed.
After doing all of this, Chen Feng dragged the raft towards the river. At the same time, he was sighing in his heart.
To be a qualified grave robber, it seemed that he had to have all kinds of skills. This was much more difficult than he had imagined. At this moment, Chen Feng arrived at the river.
After pushing the raft down, a magical scene appeared.
The raft was made of dried poplar wood, so it had a high buoyancy. After Chen Feng gently jumped onto it, the raft only sank slightly.
After verifying the stability of the raft, Chen Feng did not stay any longer. He directly dipped the wood pulp made from poplar wood into the water and began to paddle with all his might.
The river was flowing more rapidly than Chen Feng had imagined. It seemed like the tide was about to rise.
The awareness reached the point where Chen Feng frowned.
It was only then that he remembered that the Yellow River rose at high tide every spring. In this case, facing the rapid current, he could only row desperately to maintain his balance.
Fortunately, he crossed the river during the day.
Otherwise, in the dark night, he would not be able to see the other side of the river at all. It was even possible that he would follow the river downstream.
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