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Chapter 191 The Invisible Brush (please subscribe, please read, please vote)
In front of so many people in the live broadcast room, Qian Sheng's words were quite cryptic.

In fact, he was reminding Lin Yi to check whether the bottle containing "Kunlun Ice Essence" was tightened.

It stands to reason that they are located in the middle of the mountain, and there is a lotus platform covered with a layer of white marble outside, and most of the surroundings are rammed earth layers.

It's normal to see no sunlight all year round, so the temperature is low, but it can't be this low.

When they were in the "bowl trap" just now, they didn't feel how cold it was.

This is just one door away, how could there be such a big temperature difference?

Lin Yi reached into his arms, took out the glass bottle containing "Kunlun Ice Essence" and checked it again and again.

The bottle cap is tight and the bottle body shows no signs of breakage.

He shook his head at the two of them.

"That's strange, why is it suddenly so cold here?"

After Qian Sheng said this, he had to keep breathing to keep his hands warm.

Although Wang Qiang said that his body was covered with a layer of fat, he couldn't stand his cold feet.

When I came in, I was wearing a pair of mid-cut hiking boots, and my feet were already sore from the cold.

Even Lin Yi started to rub his ears with his hands.

Only Wukong brings his own fur and lives in the Kunlun Mountains all year round, so he is not very afraid of the cold.

"It's too fucking cold! Tell me, where does the cold air come from? Can't there be a cold storage outside the stone chamber?"

Wang Qiang stomped back and forth on the spot, looking for the source of the cold with a flashlight, and still kept joking.

As a result, I turned around and found nothing.

The four walls of this stone chamber, including the top of the head and the bottom of the feet, are all hard blue stones, which are cold to the touch, and the three of them feel cold in their hearts.

When the three of them were looking for the marks left by the predecessors, Qian Sheng suddenly pointed to the wall in front of him, his fingers trembling, and his voice trembling violently.

"When did this thing appear here?"

Lin Yi's and Wang Qiang's flashlights shone at his position at the same time, and found that on the stone wall in front of Qian Sheng, there was a portrait of a glaring King Kong.

In the painting, Vajra wears a five-treasure heavenly crown, holds two swords, and wears armor. He has angry eyes, a ferocious expression, and bared teeth, overlooking all living beings.

The themes of this kind of Buddhist portraits are often found in various temples, and the clay sculptures in front of many temples are dominated by King Kong statues.

However, this portrait of King Kong is more like a line drawing like an ink painting.

Only white lines outline the whole body, but the details are not sloppy at all.

Even if it is placed here in advance, if you see it suddenly, you will feel tense, not to mention it still appears suddenly.

No wonder Qian Sheng was so frightened that ordinary people would wet their pants if they saw this scene.

The two looked nervous, walked a few steps closer to the front and looked at it for a while, and seemed to find nothing unusual.

Wang Qiang shoveled off a piece of "pigment" from the portrait with a sapper shovel, and when he was about to observe it closely, the white paint melted.

It was only then that the three discovered that the lines of this glaring Vajra drawing were actually made of frost!

Qian Sheng suddenly panicked.

Although he does not believe in religion or worship gods, he cannot be regarded as a firm atheist.

After all, he deals with everyone in his profession, and he does have a lot of evil things on his hands. Some things cannot be disbelieved.

Therefore, every year during the Chinese New Year, when the Yonghe Temple in Beijing opens its gates, he always rushes to burn incense.

As far as this part alone is concerned, he is more or less in awe.

"Master Lin, Master Wang, do you think we really disturbed anyone?" As he spoke, Qian Sheng pointed upward, and then continued, "Maybe this place is not a tomb at all, but A certain monarch in the Tang Dynasty built a Buddhist hall?"

"Nonsense! Building a Buddhist hall is not something shameful, why do you want to build it in the belly of the mountain?"

Wang Qiang directly denied his statement.

"Master Wang, please keep your voice down. I think this place is more evil than the one below."

"What are you afraid of? I, Wang Qiang, haven't seen such a big storm? How can I be bluffed by this thing?"

He did not forget to tease Qian Sheng again:

"Treasurer Qian, you are a high-achieving student who graduated from a prestigious university, and you were born in a major. Why do you suddenly become obsessed?"

Qian Sheng couldn't say anything at this time, he just stretched out his hand and scratched his head with a little embarrassment.

He has dealt with these underground antiques since he was a child. He has a long history of family education and has many rare ancient books.

It can be said that he is well-read, and he is familiar with ancient and modern times, both at home and abroad.

But along the way, all kinds of bizarre situations have impacted his three views time and time again.

Although in some cases, the answer can be found in ancient books, but there are also many ambiguous and strange things mentioned in ancient books.

"Master Wang, you can't say something like that, it's strange that you don't speak.

Moreover, there was a strange book in the Tang Dynasty called "Youyang Miscellaneous Notes", which mentioned that during the Tang Dynasty, there were many disputes between Buddhism and Taoism. The unpredictable means of death.

This place is full of things related to Buddhism from the inside out, but it is built on the tomb of Jiang Taigong, which is evil enough in itself.

Have you forgotten how you were fooled when we first came in? "

"I'm not going to listen to him. I'm a staunch atheist, buddy. There's never been a god. You think I'm talking too loudly, for fear of disturbing the 'people above'. In this case, let him act like this." Pattern, and another one on the wall behind me."

Wang Qiang stretched out his thumb and pointed behind him, holding an engineering shovel in his hand, and banging on the stone wall.

His aggressive attitude is both good and bad.

The good thing is that he won't have so many suspicions and worries like Qian Sheng did.

The downside is that if you really encounter danger, you don't take it seriously.

Because of his personality, he suffered a lot along the way.

The key is not to have a long memory.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he finished speaking, Qian Sheng patted his shoulder and head, pointed at the wall behind him with trembling fingers, and said in a trembling voice:

"Master Wang, stop nagging, come, come!"

"What's coming?"

Wang Qiang held up the flashlight and turned around to take a photo. He was so frightened that he took a half step back, his face changed instantly, and the white sweat on his back immediately flowed down his spine.

At this time, on the stone wall behind him, a pattern of glaring King Kong actually appeared.

The style is exactly the same as the one next to him, with white outlines. The shape of King Kong is slightly different from the one next to him, and he holds a bow in his left hand and an arrow in his right hand.

The most important thing is that the painting was not finished. When Qian Sheng discovered its existence, the lines on the wall were still appearing on their own, gradually completing the outline of the whole image.

It seems that there is an invisible hand holding an invisible pen, painting on the wall made of bluestone strips.

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