"It's a bit tragic, but this is a Tibetan secret technique. I didn't expect that the Khitan goddess is actually related to Buddhism."
Zhu Wuneng sighed with emotion, and then he found that everyone present, whether it was Hu Tu or the reincarnated goddess, was looking at him with eyes full of curiosity.
"What are you looking at me for?"
Zhu Wuneng spread his hands and said, "I don't know what this is for.
It has been lost a long time ago, okay?"
"Cut~"
Hu Tu scorned it in his stomach and said it was true. It turned out to be only half a bucket of water.
However, he only dared to slander and slander, and if he really said it out loud, it would be an insult to the back of his head.
"Then there's no need to delve into it."
Chen Yang tried to smooth things over, but Zhu Wuneng was almost too disdainful to stand up to the stage.
"Forget it for now, let's take a look at what's on the stone tablet?"
After Chen Yang finished speaking, he took Tang Wan's hand and was the first to walk to the stone monument.
When you look at it from top to bottom, you don’t even notice it.
Standing at the foot of the stone monument and looking at it now, my neck suddenly felt sore. This stone monument is so majestic.
Under the base of the stele is a stone sculpture shaped like a turtle, which has carried the stele for thousands of years.
"Is this Baxia?"
Logan asked softly.
Chen Yang nodded: "One of the Nine Sons of the Dragon."
As for why one of the Nine Sons of the Dragon looked like a turtle and was asked to carry a stele when he had nothing to do, Chen Yang didn't dwell on it.
That is purely a culture that has nothing to do with things. You can just go back and have nothing to do, and you won't be late anymore.
Chen Yang's attention fell entirely on the words on the stone tablet.
The stele has two sides, one with text and one with relief patterns.
What Chen Yang and the others were facing was the front, the side of words.
The first moment he saw the words above, Chen Yang frowned.
Trouble.
Tang Wan was also watching intently, but as a result, the more he looked, the more confused he became. His eyes were full of circles. He didn't even know when the people from the Rebirth Sect, Zhu Wuneng, and Hu Tu were surrounding him.
"Is this a Chinese character?"
Logan asked uncertainly.
Hu Tu scratched his head and wondered: "Impossible, they know me, but I don't know them."
"Uncle, is this Khitan script?"
Not only Hu Tu, but others also thought so.
Isn’t it normal to see Khitan inscriptions in the tomb of the Khitan goddess?
The point is not what the article is? But what does it mean?
Zhu Wuneng scratched his head, rolled his eyes at Hu Tu, and was embarrassed to say anything.
When it comes to Feng Shui, the secret technique of reverse fighting, even Qimen Dunjia, and other heresies, Master Zhu can tell you one, two, three, four, five.
ancient script?
Please, I know him by his words, so what if he doesn’t know his words?
Except for Hu Tu, no one else looked to him.
Tang Wan cast her eyes full of curiosity on Chen Yang;
The Rebirth Sect pushed out an old man who looked like a vulture. He was the one who was about to move the bronze cauldron before, but was almost knocked down by Zhu Wuneng's big kick.
The old vulture took out a magnifying glass and looked up and down.
Chen Yang sighed: "No need, old sir, this is the Khitan character.