Acting for the gods

Chapter 43
The main hall is composed of 160 nanmu trees, with layers of Qin bricks and Han tiles, purple pillars and golden beams, which are extremely luxurious.

However, although the palace is magnificent, it is full of gloomy air. After all, it is for the dead to live in, and there are many sinister things in it, such as—Shanpo.

Chen Yulou and others didn't know it, and they were more excited to see the palace in the sky.

Walking to a huge stone tablet erected in front of the gate of the palace, Partridge Whistle looked at several vigorous and powerful ancient seal characters engraved on the stone tablet, and read: "Mysterious and mysterious, the gate of all wonders, Lingyun Tiangong, Huixian treasure hall."

Partridge Whistle smiled disdainfully: "Thousands of people fell trees, one person ascended to heaven, and it is not an exaggeration to kill more than [-] people for one's own selfish desires, and it is not an exaggeration to go to the [-]th floor of hell!"

Partridge Whistle hated Xian Wang so much.

Not only because King Xian built a tomb and killed 10,000+ people, but also because King Xian came here with Muchen Bead, causing the Zagrama people to do thousands of years of useless work.

Even if King Xian was defeated, it would be difficult to solve the hatred in Partridge Whistle's heart.

Hua Ling said: "Anyway, we are one step closer to Muchen Bead."

Jiang Fan looked at Lingyun Tiangong, the air here was completely different from that under the dragon halo.

Under the dragon's dizziness, there is water vapor, dark and humid.

However, the Tiangong is extremely cool and dry. Jiang Fan speculates that the dragon halo cut off the water vapor below, and in the clear and unclear environment, the palace building is still as new as it is today.

Some are similar to formations and enchantments. With the help of the feng shui pattern of the heaven, earth and mountains, it can be said that it is subtle and profound to be able to achieve this step.

With such means, it can be seen that King Xian was indeed extraordinary during his lifetime.

If it were in the real world, the Tomb of the King would probably be ranked among the wonders of the world.

This place has ancient cliff roads, waterfalls and curtains, and the sun is shining everywhere. It is a scene that transcends the world. For Jiang Fan, it can be regarded as a good place for practice.

The only problem is that life is inconvenient.

The people from Xiling and Luo Laowai's soldiers don't like to enjoy the scenery, they only have money in their eyes, and they can't wait to move the whole palace out.

"Why can't this door be pushed open?"

Hearing what his subordinates said, Chen Yulou stepped forward to take a look, and said, "There should be an anti-theft device behind this door, Honggu, come and take a look."

The red girl observed in front of the bronze door for a moment, then shook her head.

Seeing this, Luo Xiaoliu suggested, "Keep your head, or I'll blow it up with dynamite!"

"This is a cultural relic, save some explosives."

While speaking, Jiang Fan stepped forward, took down the dragon and tiger scepter hanging from his waist, and pressed the mechanism in the middle to split it into two.

"Brother Partridge, help me."

Jiang Fan handed the tiger head to Partridge Whistle, and the two came to the door.

The two tombstone beasts on the bronze gate happened to be a dragon and a tiger. Following Jiang Fan and the partridge whistle, they inserted the dragon and tiger scepter into the corresponding hole and pressed it hard.

"click~"

The mechanism of the bronze door opens.

Jiang Fan and Partridge Whistle took a few steps on their hind legs, and a few Xiling wrestlers with shields stood in front to avoid being hurt by the traps that might exist inside.

The bronze door opened slowly. Although the outside world is sunny, the sunlight can't reach the inside of the palace at all. It can only illuminate an area in front of the door. The inside of the hall is pitch black, which looks very gloomy.

Although Minglou is a palace, it is for the dead after all.

Jiang Fan took the dragon and tiger scepter from the door, reassembled it, and said to the Partridge Whistle and Chen Yulou, "President Chen, Brother Partridge, let's go in and have a look first, and the others stay put and stand by."

When the three of them entered the Huixian Temple, the first thing they saw were bronze statues of different shapes, including lions, unicorns, camels and so on.

In addition, there are some portraits, 36 civil servants and military generals, guarding the throne in the deepest part of the hall like stars holding the moon.

In front of the throne inlaid with gold and jade is a pool that has dried up.

Going around the pool, you can see a red jade dragon hovering on the throne, shining brightly under the firelight.

Jiang Fan stepped forward and saw that the red jade dragon was full of mercury.

This jade dragon is exquisitely carved. The dragon tail and a section of the dragon's body climb on the throne. The dragon's body and claws are pierced into the mural at the back, and are integrated with the mural.

The murals are quite well preserved, and the contents above can be clearly seen.

The painting in the painting is exactly the scene of Xian Wang Chengxian ascending to heaven.

There are still some subjects among them, but compared with the tall King Xian, they are very humble and insignificant.

Partridge Whistle's gaze was attracted by the Muchen Bead on the crown on King Xian's head, and he said excitedly: "The Muchen Bead is indeed in the hands of King Xian."

Jiang Fan was a little helpless. He had said it many times before, but he didn't expect Partridge Whistle to still have doubts, but he could understand Partridge Whistle's mood and didn't say anything.

Observing the surrounding situation, it can be seen that there is still a space behind the throne, which belongs to the apse.

Jiang Fan chatted with Partridge Whistle and Chen Yulou, and then set off for the apse.

Pass through the short corridor and come to the gloomy and dark Hougong Hall. Judging from the inscriptions in the corridor, this place is called Shangzhen Hall. There are many steles and inscriptions in it, and there is also a single mural, which coincides with the trend of Jiugong and Eight Diagrams.

The murals here record the life stories of the ancient Dian Kingdom and King Xian. As for how much artistic processing there is, it is unknown.

It's a pity that I don't have a mobile phone, otherwise Jiang Fan would like to take a photo as a souvenir.

In addition to the murals and stone statues, in the middle of the apse, there is a big six-legged bronze tripod, with a dark appearance and no decorative patterns.

Judging from the memorandum pictures on the murals, this is a large cauldron used to cook corpses!

Seeing that the mouth of the tripod was still sealed, Partridge Whistle secretly breathed a sigh of relief, which meant that King Xian had not been dissected into a fairy, and his body was still in the coffin of the underground palace.

When I saw the picture of Xianwang Shengxian on the mural before, although I thought it was impossible and thought it was Xianwang's fantasy, Partridge Whistle still couldn't help worrying.

If King Xian really becomes a fairy and takes away Muchen Bead, the Zagrama tribe will be forever lost!

"Hey hey hey hey hey!"

At this moment, in the depths of the palace, there was a burst of extremely weird laughter. The sound seemed to be coming from a woman. It was treacherous and cold, as if it could freeze people's hearts and make people's scalps explode.

"What was that sound just now? Did you hear that?" Chen Yulou asked in astonishment.

"heard it!"

Partridge Whistle touched his two guns, he didn't believe that he could see ghosts in broad daylight.

"Hehehehehehehe!!"

At this moment, that creepy sneer came out again.

Jiang Fan had a foresight and quickly found the source of the sound.

Chen Yulou's ability to listen to sounds and distinguish positions is also not weak, and with his night eyes that can see things in the dark, he quickly discovered the source of the laughter.

I saw a figure wearing a red robe with long sleeves hanging above the main hall. At first glance, the other party had long hair and shoulders, with a bleak complexion and a cold smile.

Taking a sudden look, Chen Yulou avoided the horror in his heart: "Could it be a ghost?"

Partridge Whistle was the last to notice, raised his guns, and aimed at the figure in red: "This clothes looks like the witch's robes of Shempo, and also looks like a priest. It should be hung by the King Xian to hold some kind of ceremony. above."

"Then how did it laugh?"

Hearing this, Chen Yulou took a closer look and found that there were no feet in the red gown, and it was empty inside. In it, a wooden frame could be seen, which was covered with red clothes and stuck tightly to the corner of the high wall of the hall. There was no body, only a pale white belt The weird head with a smiling face looks like a puppet.

"It is estimated to be some kind of mechanism, or a trick."

While Jiang Fan was speaking, Grandma Shan let out a sharp and piercing laugh, which made people very uncomfortable.

"Noisy!"

Jiang Fan raised his hand and shot a fireball at the Shanpo, turning it into ashes, and a piece of black ink jade fell from it, fell to the ground, and shattered into pieces.

(End of this chapter)