Jin An once again looked at the old Taoist priest dumbfounded.
"Old Dao, we are on someone else's territory now."
"You are not worried at all that there are ears in the coffin. If the Lord Teng in the coffin hears you burying him like this, when we find the body of the Lord Teng later, what if he doesn't pinch anyone but pinches you specifically?
Where’s the neck?”
Jin An's words immediately caused everyone to burst into laughter.
But this is an ancient tomb. After everyone laughed, they immediately stopped and continued to keep the team silently advancing in the dark in the cave.
Don't even say it.
Jin An's words had an effect, causing the old Taoist priest to shrink his neck subconsciously.
Jin An smiled and looked at the old Taoist priest who was now known to be timid, and said with a smile: "Old Taoist, you just won't shed tears until you see the coffin. Now you know you are afraid."
Who knows.
The old Taoist priest touched the back of his neck, looked back suspiciously at the direction of the glass bottle behind him, then looked up at the dark mountain wall above his head, and said suspiciously to Jin An: "No, little brother, I just said
I felt like there was something strange in this tomb, as if there were eyes staring at Lao Dao, but when I turned around to look at Lao Dao, the gaze disappeared again."
among those present.
No one is ordinary.
In addition, this place was originally an ancient imperial mausoleum.
The old Taoist priest's words immediately aroused everyone's alarm.
But everyone checked carefully and found nothing unusual. The cave was surrounded by darkness, and the only light source, except for the glass bottles behind them, was the torch in their hands.
In addition to the abandoned mausoleum that was only half built in this cave.
Not to mention the most common coffins in tombs.
Not even a corpse was seen.
"Old Taoist, could it be that you have been thinking too much in the dark and are hallucinations caused by psychological effects?" Jin An frowned.
This... To be honest, having just experienced the incident of the magnet taking pictures and recording sounds, the old Taoist priest was really not sure whether he had just hallucinated or not.
"Sharpening the sword, did you notice anything?" Jin An asked Xiang Xiang, who was sharpening the sword dully all the way.
He sharpened his sword and shook his head numbly.
Didn't speak.
"This cave is indeed a little weird. Now we are getting closer and closer to the main tomb where the body of the Lord Teng is buried. Everyone, please get closer and don't be left alone at this juncture."
Jin An said in a deep voice.
Then he reminded the old Taoist priest: "Old Taoist, there is a god in your head. You should try to say as few words as possible on the next road. No one knows what the situation of the leader of Teng Kingdom is now.
It is hanging above our heads and watching us outsiders descending into the tomb."
Old Taoist priest: "?"
After listening to Jin An's words, the old Taoist priest suddenly felt a pain in his teeth. Why did the little brother's words sound so shabby? The back of his neck, which was already feeling cold, felt even colder now.
Next.
The team began to continue on their way.
After walking for a while, we encountered several more glass bottles along the way. They were all abandoned before they were completed and could not be lit.
"Every glass bottle that is a rare treasure outside is a priceless treasure. It's a pity that there are so many semi-finished glass bottles here." The old Taoist priest said with regret along the way.
Jin An glanced at the old Taoist priest, do you have any thoughts on the antiques in these tombs?
The old Taoist rolled his eyes at Jin An and said, little brother, you can pull him down. Money is precious. If you want to be free, you can throw away everything. Old Taoist, I haven't had enough free and unrestrained days, and I don't want to spend the rest of my life in prison.
Passed.
The old Taoist priest patted his chest again and said loudly that all the four seas are royal soil! Even if the antiques in the ancient tomb were dug up accidentally, they would still have to be handed over to the court.
The old Taoist priest's nonsense can only be used to fool people. No one here knows that the old Taoist priest deliberately said these words to the captain. This is called full of desire for survival.
After all, in the eyes of civilians like them, the Captain is considered a "court hawk".
Of course, Jin An did not mean to belittle the captain.
After walking for a while, Jin An and the others unexpectedly found a completed glass bottle again. There was wax oil and a wick in the glass bottle.
puff.
The flames shot up, once again illuminating a large area nearby, and at the same time illuminating the mountain wall above them again.
This time they saw the murals on the mountain wall again.
This time there are no people on the mural, only dragons. This is a very large picture of hundreds of dragons, with hundreds of dragons soaring through the clouds and mist, soaring and intertwined together.
"This picture of Hundred Dragons is really interesting. Is it in Hundred Dragons (gòu)?" Jin An looked at it very carefully.
"Why did the mural that had been depicting the life of the Lord of Teng suddenly turn into a picture of a hundred dragons? Could these hundreds of dragons be used to symbolize the daily life of the Lord of Teng in reproducing future generations?"
Old Taoist priest: "!"
Everyone:"!"
Little brother, something is wrong with you!
However, this time the mural was cut off again before they could finish reading it. They walked to the edge of the illuminated glass bottle. The Kongming monk from Bailong Temple boldly went to the next glass bottle to light the fire.
.
As a result, the glass bottle was a semi-finished product.
If you replace it with a glass bottle, it will still be a semi-finished product.
"Abbot, Captain, no, the next glass bottles will all become semi-finished products. There is no wax oil or wick in the glass bottles." Monk Kongming came back again.
After Monk Kongming rejoined the team, everyone was ready to go on the road again. However, just when they were about to walk out of the lighting range of the glass bottle, the sharp-eyed mourner pointed at the mountain wall and said in surprise: "There are words here!"
Everyone was surprised when they heard it.
Hurry and gather around.
Sure enough, I saw a line of writing on the mountain wall.
"Pitcher?"
Everyone whispered the three characters on the mountain wall, but they immediately realized that the characters looked familiar.
Isn't this the same handwriting that reminded them that Tao Ren had a candle-yin fetus in his body before?
"Pi Congzi, what do you mean?"
As a result, after asking around, everyone shook their heads after asking three questions.
No one has ever heard of a skinny boy.
"Could it be just like the literal meaning? The skin is used to refer to the murals on the mountain wall. The reason why those painted murals have not fallen off or been damaged for so many years is not because of the special pigments or the dry environment here.
Suitable for preserving murals, but these murals are all painted with leather?"
Monk Hongzhao from Bailong Temple guessed.
"Painting with leather? There are many folk stories about the painting of ladies killing people. It is said that a few dynasties ago, there was a riot in the palace. In the painting of ladies, the lady walked out of the painting and tried to assassinate the emperor. The painting of ladies was peeling
The next lady is a woman who uses human skin to paint, so she can paint the lady lifelike, and it is collected as a treasure in the palace."
"But isn't the real dragon a divine beast in ancient mythology? Could it be that the picture of hundreds of dragons on this mural is really the Lord of Teng Kingdom learning from the ancient ferocious beasts to hunt hundreds of dragons in the nine heavens, and then peeling off the skins of the hundreds of dragons, and painting them to last for thousands of years.
A crappy dragon mural?"
"But this obviously doesn't make sense. If the leader of the Teng Kingdom is really so powerful and capable of subduing the Nine Heavens Flying Dragon, he won't have to submit to the lord of a small country. In the end, he can't even protect the national destiny of the small country and is subjugated by other vassal states."
The monk Kongming of Bailong Temple looked at the abbot and then at the monk Hongzhao who was the dean of Wudao Temple. He shook his head and expressed his thoughts.
The master of Luohan Hall is also a distinguished monk with both rough and fine skills.
Otherwise, I would not be able to take the position of the leader of Luohan Hall.
Listening to the conversation between the two eminent monks of Bailong Temple, everyone had expressions of surprise. They began to carefully observe the murals on the mountain wall again based on the light of the glass bottle.
At the same time, they secretly increased their vigilance to prevent sudden murders caused by these murals.
To be continued...