Walking through seven or eight golden halls, Singh walked at the front, taking Changsheng, Xiao Wu, Bao Yue and Bao Feng down a staircase and into a circular room!

The circular room is supposed to be made of huge bluestones, and the roof is a large flat mural depicting the three main gods of Hinduism!

And all kinds of portraits of gods are also painted around, and the images are different and very weird.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the treasure room is an important place for my religion, and only the monks can enter it, and please stay here and wait!"

"I want to follow Changsheng!" Xiao Wu walked in front of Changsheng without hesitation!

Seeing Singel's unusually resolute expression, Changsheng stopped Xiao Wu with a smile and said, "You and Zen Master Baoyue stay here and wait for me to come out!"

"But ......"

"It's okay Xiao Wu, I'll be careful!" Changsheng comforted Xiao Wu, turned to Singh and said, "Let's go!"

Singal walked over to the wall, turned around and said, "Monk, please don't forget our agreement!"

"I will!"

Singhal nodded, stretched out his right hand and slapped it against the wall!

A small echo of 'pop' echoed through the room, and Singh took three clockwise steps along ......the circular wall, striking his right hand again against the wall.

In this way, every three steps, Singh tapped the wall with his right hand, and after walking a circle, he returned to the starting point, tapping the wall with his left and right hands in turn, making a 'pop, pop, pop' sound!

Suddenly, on the bluestone wall in front of Singel, a small corridor cracked, and the corridor was pitch black.

Xiao Wu stood beside Changsheng, watched Singh open the Yongdao, and whispered to Changshengdao, "The way this Yongdao is opened seems to be from the hands of the Mo family!"

Changsheng didn't speak, just nodded absently.

Xiao Wu quietly glanced at Changsheng, knowing that Changsheng didn't want Singh to know that the two were from the Mo family, so he didn't say anything more!

Instead, Singh turned around in surprise and said with a smile, "This little friend is right, this road is indeed from the hands of the Mo family, and it can only be opened with the use of an echo device...... Xiaoyou, I didn't expect you to know the Mo family, I heard that this ancient sect still has a heritage, but I don't know if it's true or not?"

Changsheng pouted secretly, this guy is really cunning!

When this road was opened, it was clear that Singer was secretly stepping on different bluestones, and he actually said that he was using echoes?

What's ridiculous is that this guy actually showed off his Mo family skills in front of two Mo family disciples.

With the rapid development of explosives technology, this ancient exquisite and ingenious skill has long been outdated, although Changsheng and Xiao Wu are not good at this almost lost skill, but they have also dabbled in it, how can they be confused by this simple way of opening?

But Changsheng didn't say anything, and smiled and said, "Lord Prophet said that it was a joke, how can the sect of the ancient era be passed down to this day?"

"yes, I don't think it's possible!" Singh picked up the torch on the wall next to him and walked into the corridor first!

After explaining to Xiao Wu and Baoyue Zen Master, Changsheng also picked up a torch and followed Singh into the Yongdao!

After Changsheng entered the corridor, the bluestone wall behind him slowly closed.

The pitch-black corridor seems to be all the way down, only one meter wide and two meters high, which seems a little cramped!

Under the light of the torches, Changsheng walked forward while looking at the strange murals on the walls on both sides!

These murals seem to introduce the deeds of the three main gods!

Brahma created all things, and Lord Shiva beheaded one of Brahma's heads......

Singh walked in front with a torch and introduced the deeds on the mural to Changsheng while leading the way!

After walking a hundred meters, a rusty iron gate appeared in front of him, Singh took out the key to open the iron door, invited Changsheng to enter, and locked the iron door again!

In this way, every hundred meters or so, an iron gate will appear, and it has passed through six iron gates, Changsheng silently calculated, at this time, it is estimated that he has walked into the depths of the mountain range behind the temple, and he can't even see the end?

Coming to an iron door again, Singal glanced at the immortal behind him and said with a smile, "Lord monk, be careful!"

"Be careful of what?"

As he spoke, Singh slapped on the iron door violently, and the huge force shook the iron door slightly!

With a click, a deep hole appeared under the feet of the two, and Changsheng didn't notice it, screaming and falling into the deep hole, and before it landed, the Kunlun sword flew out buzzingly!

But it fell to the ground in an instant, and when I looked up, the ceiling of more than three meters high was slowly closing, and Singal was holding a torch and standing in front of Changsheng with a faint smile.

Another circular room, this room is similar to the previous room, with a map of the twenty-eight stars on the ceiling!

It is surrounded by murals of images of Brahma, Lord Shiva and Vishnu, arranged in a triangular shape on the walls, flanked by some more magnificent figures.

"Is the monk alright?"

"It's okay!" Singal had told himself to be careful beforehand, that is, maybe Singal wanted to give himself a dismount, but he definitely didn't mean to embarrass himself.

At this moment, a dull roar suddenly sounded in my ears, because there were stone walls all around, and I couldn't really hear it!

"What is this?" Changsheng suddenly raised his vigilance!

"It's nothing ......," Singhal could say before a more violent beast roared, with pain and struggle in his voice, as if some beast was being tortured in captivity.

"That, this is the patron saint of my religion!" Singh also heard the beast roar, and replied with some embarrassment, "The patronus protects the treasure house of our religion, and without the approval of the seven prophets of Brahmin, anyone who dares to enter the treasure room without permission will be ruthlessly hunted by the patron god......"

Changsheng smiled secretly, this old guy is intimidating himself in a different way, but this is a matter of other people's churches, and it is not easy for him to interfere.

"Monk, wait a moment!" Singh smiled, walked over to the portrait of Brahma on the stone wall, and pulled out a bone staff of about thirty centimeters from his waist, which seemed to be made of the thigh bone of some kind of beast!

Singh picked up the bone staff and slammed it on the image of Brahma, not knowing what material this stone wall was made of, the bone staff struck on the stone wall as if it were on a cowhide drum, making a rather loud sound!

Bang bang bang......

A dull echo rang out one after another, smaller than the last, echoing in my ears.

But Singhal ignored the echo in his ears, held a bone staff, and kept knocking on the Brahma portrait!

A dull drum sound formed a wonderful music in the ears, like the beating of war drums, and the sound of gold and iron, and the neighing of people and horses sounded in the ears!

At the same time as the drum sounded, the beast's roar came to an abrupt halt, never to be seen again.

At the same time, the image of Brahma on the stone wall suddenly cracked, and in front of Singar, a dark road appeared, and he did not know where it led.

The road is also made of huge bluestones, both sides are a little uneven, Singh greeted Changsheng, walked more than ten meters away in the road, and came to a stone wall again!

Singer's fingers tapped left and right on the smooth stone wall, seemingly indiscriminately, but it seemed to contain some kind of pattern!

Suddenly, the smooth stone wall cracked open to both sides, revealing a black hole in the inner chamber, and Singal did not hesitate to step into the inner chamber and ignite the fire lamp on the wall of the inner chamber.

Then the fire lamp on the wall, Changsheng saw the layout of the entire inner room clearly!

The whole inner room is distributed in a circle, the ceiling is a cone, like a barn, and in the inner room stands a semicircular bookshelves, forming circles in the room!

The shelves are covered in glass, and they are filled with all kinds of ancient books, including parchment, ordinary paper, bamboo slips, and even clay and stone slabs.

After looking at the inner room, Changsheng silently thought that the portrait of Brahma leads to this inner room, and presumably the portrait of Lord Shiva and Vishnu should also lead to a certain inner room, but he doesn't know what is hidden in the other two inner rooms!

"Monk, this library contains documents related to Buddhism, including information about the Eight Treasures Glazed Pagoda!" Singh said, walking to the circular bookshelf.

Changsheng held a torch and followed behind Singel, looking at the bookshelves!

The books here are very old, some books have nothing on the covers, only a few book covers have text, but also very old words, twisting like tadpoles!

After only looking at one bookshelf, Changsheng found four characters that he didn't know, and he couldn't help but be a little embarrassed, and said, "Singel, what kind of text is the book that records the Eight Treasures Glazed Pagoda?"

"Sanskrit!" Singh looked back and said in surprise, "A Taoist monk like you should know Sanskrit, right?"

"I don't know!" Changsheng didn't hide it, and replied lightly!

But looking at Singer's embarrassed expression again, Changsheng's tone was slightly cold, and then he said, "I am different from other monks, I only cultivate killing techniques......

Singhal's expression was stunned, and he replied embarrassedly, "It's okay if you don't know, we will take out the books about the Eight Treasures Glazed Pagoda, and you and Zen Master Baoyue will study them carefully!"

"Thank you, Prophet Singel!" Changsheng nodded, and was about to walk to the second bookshelf when he saw four hieroglyphs out of the corner of his eye!

Four hieroglyphs older than oracle bone inscriptions appeared on a yellowed ancient book, but fortunately, these four hieroglyphs were not difficult, and Changsheng recognized them after just looking at them!

The moment the four hieroglyphs were recognized, Changsheng's body was shocked, and he stood on the spot as if he had been struck by lightning, and he was silent for a long time before he raised his head and shouted, "Tell me, how did these two ancient books appear here?"

Singal walked up to Changsheng strangely, glanced at the ancient animal skin book that Changsheng was referring to, and replied indifferently, "I don't know, I don't even know these words...... What kind of book is this?"

Changsheng didn't answer Singel's question, opened the glass frame on the bookshelf, carefully held up the ancient books, carefully flipped through a few pages, and suddenly breathed a long sigh of relief, and put the ancient books into the storage bracelet without thinking!

"Hey, you can't!" Singh was slightly stunned, and suddenly reacted to stop the Immortal Dao.

It's a pity that Changsheng ignored Singel, slowly walked to other bookshelves, and looked carefully at the bookshelves, Singh followed behind Changsheng with an angry face, constantly reminding Changsheng and asking Changsheng to hand over the ancient book!

But Changsheng pretended not to hear it and ignored him.

There are more than 300 ancient books on more than a dozen bookshelves, as well as seven or eight mud and stone slabs, on which are written crooked tadpole scripts, but unfortunately, Changsheng doesn't know a word!

After inspecting all the bookshelves and finding no other ancient Chinese characters, Changsheng gave up, as if he hadn't noticed Singel's face, and said with a smile, "Prophet Singar, what about the books on the Eight Treasure Glazed Pagoda?"

Singh stared at the storage bracelet on Changsheng's left wrist, and said angrily, "Please return that ancient book to my teaching, it is my teaching's property!"

"That ancient book belongs to my clan, and it is of some use to one of my seniors, so I will put it away first...... Prophet Singar, I can say these things to you because of respect for you, and don't force me to do anything to erase your consciousness!"

Singh swallowed and argued, "I don't care, if I don't pay you the remaining 500 million US dollars, it will be the price of this ancient book......"

"No problem!" Changsheng laughed and walked to the side in a good mood!

Leaving Singh even more speechless, secretly thinking about what was recorded in that ancient book, what actually made this monk willing to give up 500 million dollars?