Chapter Twelve: Pushing open the dusty ancient door
One person and one dog were standing in front of the ancient gate, recalling what had just happened.
Yang Bufan still has lingering fears. If the big yellow dog hadn't brought him back to reality just now, it's hard to imagine what would have happened.
No one can know what happened in this ancient palace, but even after endless years, the remaining aura is still terrifying and terrifying, making people dare not imagine it.
Yang Bufan stood in front of the door and thought about whether he should open the door. He knew that it would be extremely dangerous inside.
It's like this just from the outside. Who knows what else is inside the ancient temple.
Then I thought about it, I had already reached this point, so I decided to put my heart aside and stretched out my hands to push hard towards the door that had been sealed for a long time.
"Rumble",
The door opened slowly, making a sound and bringing up a large amount of dust. It seemed that this ancient door had not been opened for a long time. The dust was flying everywhere, like a mist, making it difficult to open one's eyes.
Yang Bufan waved his hand and fanned away the dust in front of him. The dust choked him and he coughed and couldn't open his eyes. He and the big yellow dog were both standing there in disgrace.
When everything was settled, Yang Bufan opened his eyes and looked inside the ancient palace. The space inside the ancient palace was much larger than he imagined.
Rows of thick pillars are lined up, becoming the pillars of this ancient temple. The material of these pillars is unknown, and there is no sign of decay.
There are various patterns carved on each pillar, including auspicious beasts with auspicious clouds, real dragons hugging the pillars, and phoenixes about to spread their wings and fly. All of them are lifelike and have bright eyes.
There is a god, like a living creature, which is very shocking.
Different from the dilapidated appearance outside the ancient temple, the inside of the ancient temple seems to still retain its original appearance, which is grand, majestic and very spectacular.
The solemn and solemn atmosphere presses into people's hearts, making people want to kneel down and worship. At the same time, facing such a spectacular scene, pride arises in people's hearts. The two are very contradictory but at the same time
Very real.
On both sides of the main hall are rows of human sculptures, each with a different shape and expression.
Some were wearing armor, holding swords in their hands, and their eyes were wide open with anger, as if there were the sun, moon, mountains and rivers in their eyes, overlooking the world.
Some are making seals with their hands, slightly closing their eyes, with gentle expressions and kind faces. Some are as if they want to ascend to the sky, travel through the nine heavens and swallow mountains and rivers, and some are holding double whips and vowing to destroy all evil spirits in the world...
.............!
Yang Bufan looked at the rows of statues. At this time, he really felt that he was not looking at the rows of statues, but actually facing living people.
Even every time he looked at someone, he could feel the aura of terror bursting out from their bodies, which was so terrifying that it impacted his young mind again and again.
He turned his head, no longer looking at the sculptures, but towards the center of the ancient temple.
There is a bell standing in the center of the ancient palace. This bell has been standing here for who knows how many years. The mottled patina all over its body, one after another, looks like it is about to fall off. At a glance, it feels like it has been stored for unknown reasons.
How many years ago.
Recalling the long bell ringing not long ago, Yang Bufan wondered, could it be the sound made by this bell? Looking at this ancient bell that might break at any time, it didn't look like it could have such a sound.
Something powerful.
The depths of the ancient palace are a bit dark, making it difficult to see clearly.
Yang Bufan had no choice but to lift his feet and walk slowly inside. As he advanced step by step, his footsteps echoed in the ancient palace.
A ray of light shone into the ancient palace, dragging the figure of Milkman for a long time. Yang Bufan still did not dare to show any signs of neglect, and always looked around vigilantly. He was afraid that something terrifying would suddenly emerge from the darkness and scare it alive.
Half dead.
The big yellow dog walked beside him towards the interior of the ancient palace. His strong body was trembling slightly at the moment, and the hair all over his body stood up like steel needles.
The atmosphere here made him extremely uneasy, and fear was always dominating his mind. But seeing Yang Bufan walking inside, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and follow in, feeling very helpless.
He walked up to the rusty ancient bell. The bell was much taller than his body. At this time, Yang Bufan was less than half the height of the bell.
He raised his head and looked at the ancient bell carefully. At this time, he was already sure that the long-lasting bell that sounded not long ago should be the sound made by this bell.
But he was really curious about what was driving this ancient bell and making this ancient bell that had stood here for who knows how long make a sound.
Yang Bufan stretched out his hand to touch the ancient clock, and a cool chill spread through his palm. The patina seemed to be about to fall off, but it was extremely solid and strong.
Looking closely, Yang Bufan was sure that this ancient bell should be made of copper and had been forged into the shape of a bell. It was unknown whether it was used as a weapon or for other purposes.
Yang Bufan used all his strength to protect himself and actually picked off a thin piece of patina the size of his palm.
Yang Bufan held the piece of copper in his hand and when he wanted to break it off again, he could no longer shake it at all, it was so strong.
In the end he had to give up and put the piece of copper in his arms. He wanted to take it back and show the clan elder what it was.
Also, not long ago, this copper bell easily shattered a mountain with just one sound. Thinking that the material of this bell was very extraordinary, he kept it with him to see if it could be used for anything else.
He turned to the other side of the bronze bell and couldn't help frowning. The other side of the bronze bell was incomplete. A large piece of the bell body was missing, and the marks looked like it had been torn apart by force. It looked like the bronze bell was like
It seemed that it had gone through a brutal battle, which meant that the bell was crippled.
Yang Bufan looked at the missing bell body and fell into deep thought.
This bronze bell is missing at least one-fifth of the bell body, and the tear marks are still clearly visible, as if someone had used brute force to tear off a large piece of the bell body.
However, when he thought about it carefully, Yang Bufan immediately felt relieved. The outside of this palace was full of scars. It was natural to think that everything here had escaped from the tragic battle.
Then Yang Bufan stopped worrying about the incompleteness of the bronze bell and looked at the rows of statues on both sides.
The light was a little dim when he was standing at the door just now, so he couldn't see clearly. There were many more statues here than he imagined.
He didn't know who the rows of statues corresponded to, but he thought they must be some extraordinary people. Just from the statues, he could already tell how extraordinary those people were. If it were him standing there,