Tomb robbing: The survivors of the ruins will live forever from Pingshan

Sighed.

Chen Zhao no longer hesitated and stepped into the cave beneath him.

Compared to the Jin-scaled Anaconda’s nest just now.

The cave in front of us is much lower.

He landed in the blink of an eye.

Narrow at the top and wide at the bottom.

At the bottom is the sitting stone hall.

Traces of man-made punctures can be seen everywhere.

The only thing similar to the outside.

It was also cold and dark here, with a disgusting rotten and damp smell.

But Chen Zhao didn't care.

He even stayed in the hellish lair of the golden-scaled anaconda.

He waved his hand to knock down the cobwebs scattered in front of him.

There is a bronze lamp on the wall right at the entrance.

Chen Zhao took it casually in his hand.

Because of the precedent of those corpse oil lamps on the stone steps, he 190 did not light them directly.

But I checked it first.

Fortunately, the bronze lamp is almost dry.

But the grease clumps together.

It can still be seen at a glance that it is not corpse oil, but mutton fat or something like that.

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Mind moved.

He breathed lightly.

The dragon fire hidden in the sea-penetrating formation appeared out of thin air in an instant.

The bronze lamp that had been extinguished for hundreds of years was lit again.

Although the fire is dim.

Dusky and dark.

But it's better than nothing.

This stone palace has been covered in dust for thousands of years, and he should be the first outsider to break into it.

After all, the ghost government has been circulating in the wasteland for countless years.

Even if there are herdsmen or Hui Baye coming here.

There is a high probability that they will also be scared off.

The stone hall was filled with dust and densely covered with cobwebs. Chen Zhao looked around.

The space is not small.

Uncover the tangled cobwebs and wait for him to see clearly into the depths of darkness.

Even though he was mentally prepared, he couldn't help but frown.

No wonder it is called Ghost Yamen.

The structure of this stone palace is almost completely based on the layout of the Ten Folk Palaces of Hell.

Standing on both sides are stone statues of Tongpan, evil spirits, and black and white impermanence.

It’s just that the person enshrined in the temple is not the King of Hell or the City God.

It's a clay sculpture with a yellow skin.

Walking among them holding a bronze lamp.

It was like stepping into the ghost temple of the underworld.

Gloomy.

Especially the stone statues on both sides holding soul-enchanting chains, life-and-death sentences or mourning sticks.

Each one of them looks fierce and evil.

Or drag your tongue.

Or staring with a pair of ghost eyes.

Walking through the hall, there is an indescribable sense of permeability.

I always feel that there are cold eyes peering at me in the darkness.

But wait until he looks up.

Nothing unusual happened.

Chen Zhao frowned, quickened his pace, and arrived in front of the shrine in a blink of an eye.

That yellow-skinned clay sculpture.

Compared with the stone statues on both sides, they are more lifelike.

He looks like an old man in his 70s or [-]s.

Bent body.

It's just that it has the head of a beast and a body.

With an ugly head.

There is a box at hand.

It should be the legendary soul summoning box.

In addition to its clay sculptures, there are also many bizarre inscriptions and portraits preserved on the shrine.

It is a pity that the portrait was contaminated by the damp atmosphere and was seriously corroded.

Overgrown with black mold.

Only some outlines can be seen.

It is nothing more than the scene where the ancestor Huang Pizi resurrected the dead with the help of the soul summoning box.

But those inscriptions.

It aroused Chen Zhao's interest.

Three stories are recorded in it.

What seems to be Lao Huangpizi's life is actually the rise and fall of Yuanjiao.

At the end of Tang Dynasty.

A yellow-skinned man appeared deep in the Xing'an Mountains.

I accidentally bumped into a swordsman riding a donkey.

A flying sword can instantly take someone's head from thousands of miles away.

He practiced slaying demons and subduing demons in Xing'an Mountains.

Huang Pizi is well versed in human nature, so he peeks at the Sword Immortal's practice every day. As time goes by, the Sword Immortal also discovers its existence.

But it was not killed.

Instead, let it listen to the sermon under the tent.

Huang Pizi is like a book boy, serving him every day.

Serving tea and pouring water, doing laundry and cooking.

After a few years.

The sword fairy had a premonition that the world would be in chaos, and planned to leave to help the country.

But before leaving, Huang Pizi was taught a simple breathing technique.

Unexpectedly, Huang Pizi relied on that breathing method.

Swallow the essence of the sun and the moon.

There are no years in the mountains.

In the blink of an eye, decades have passed.

It was actually the inner elixir that was refined by it, and he became a great demon.

At the same time, you get a soul-calling copper box.

Even it is frightened by the power contained in it.

But Huang Pizi was unwilling to continue practicing like this.

So he left the mountains.

Went to Xiaobo Le Mountain where humans gather.

I saw it swallowing red pills and speaking human words.

A bunch of villagers and foolish women regard it as a great immortal.

Ask it about all matters big and small.

As time passed, the name of Wong Tai Sin gradually spread in the area around Little Pole Mountain, and more and more people worshiped it as a god.

Build a temple and erect a monument for Huang Pizi.

Incense is endless.

A few years later, the Tang Dynasty fell and the world was in chaos, leading to the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms.