"Did I force you?" Wang Rong didn't realize that he was forcing him, and shrugged innocently, "Yes? Why don't I know? You can choose not to go in, I don't care anyway." ”

"My mission is to wait here for the arrival of each generation of the prince, you have already arrived here but you don't go in, aren't you embarrassed, what is the old man?" the old monk smiled bitterly.

Wang Rong looked at his nose and nose, he didn't even bother to talk to him at this time, his head was slightly tilted to the side, anyway, it was just a meaning, if you don't follow me in, I really won't leave here!

"Amitabha," the old monk folded his hands together, and a compassionate look appeared on his face: "Buddha Yun, I don't go to hell, who goes to hell, even if the prince insists on this, then the old monk will dare to accompany the prince of the world to go on a journey." ”

"That's right. Wang Rong immediately smiled, jumped up from the ground, took the two sesame oil lamps that were still on the ground, and handed one of them to the old monk, "Wouldn't it be good if you were like this a long time ago, Nuo, you take this." ”

The old monk hesitated for a moment, and finally let out a long sigh, took the sesame oil lamp handed over by Wang Rong, and recited the Buddha name in his mouth.

Wang Rong pouted secretly in his heart, these monks are like this, obviously they are also curious about what is inside, but they just want to pretend to be an existence that jumps out of the five elements, let him do something, and he has to push three or four, not simply at all, I really don't know how the big monk in the West trained them to be the best.

What's wrong with him, anyway, as long as this old monk follows him in, at least he doesn't have to worry about being closed from the outside when he is inside, as for other things, Wang Rong is too lazy to care.

Sideways motioned for the old monk to go first, waited until the old monk walked in, carefully looked at the surrounding environment, and made sure that there was no third party here, Wang Rong walked into the stone gate a little nervously.

Walking into the stone gate, Wang Rong found that there was another passage here, but this passage was very short, and he could even see at a glance that not far in front of him was the end of this passage, which probably added up to a little more than a meter.

In Wang Rong's sight, the old monk walked to the end of the passage, and then did not go any further, but took the sesame oil lamp in his hand and looked at something on the wall.

Wang Rong walked to his side with a little doubt, followed his gaze, and saw that there was still a large piece of celestial meteorite standing here, which was carved on it in blood-red font: "Don't enter the living, mortals retreat!"

Wang Rong was a little surprised and touched the engraved words on it with his hand, and looked at the old monk in surprise and asked,

Hey, old monk, how do you say this thing is done? After all this time, why hasn't it faded?"

“……”

The old monk decided to ignore Wang Rong's question, and just looked at the words on the stone wall with a sesame oil lamp in a daze, and didn't know what he was thinking.

"Let's go. "It's not that Wang Rong didn't think about packing up this piece of protruding celestial meteorite and taking it away, but now that it's all here, let's see what's going on inside.

As for the words written on it, Wang Rong didn't care at all, what is called not to enter the living, mortals to regress, Ya, am I a mortal?

According to Wang Rong's experience, generally those who leave these things are some idle people who are afraid that others will dig up their own things, and they can only scare others through such warning signs, but will Wang Rong be frightened by this?

What are you kidding, Wang Rong stabbed the old monk's arm with his hand, "Hey, I said the old monk, you can't leave, if you don't go, let's go back, the air here is not good." As he spoke, Wang Rong also fanned his nose with his hand, and really turned around and planned to go back.

Sure enough, this sentence was the most lethal to the old monk, and he was only heard muttering: "Hey, the Buddha said: If I don't go to hell, who will go to hell." Please come with me. ”

After speaking, he didn't hesitate any longer, and stepped straight into another stone cave.

"Hey, hey. His plan was successfully implemented, Wang Rong laughed and walked in.

"Snort~"

When Wang Rong's hind feet just stepped out of the passage, he only heard a sound, like a domino effect, a sesame oil lamp came out of the wall, and then was quickly ignited, no matter which one of these lamps was brighter than the one in Wang Rong's hand, looking at the wick inside them, it was the size of a fist!

Countless sesame oil lamps instantly illuminated the place, and the scene of the entire stone cave appeared in the eyes of the two without any reservations.

In the space of about 100 square meters, except for the lights burning on the walls, all that remains is the large monument standing high in the middle of the stone cave.

That's right, this is a stele! When he first saw its suitability, Wang Rong was a little suspicious that he had misseen it, and that he had put a stele in such an important place without putting anything, how could this be possible.

When he walked in and saw the three huge bright red words on it, he had to admit that this was indeed a huge monument!

"Divine Son Monument!"

Standing under this monument, Wang Rong actually had a feeling of suffocation, which did not come from reality, but a huge pressure on the spirit.

Forcibly suppressing the feeling of suffocation in his heart, Wang Rong looked up again, and below the Shenzi Monument, there were rows of names, and each row happened to have a name.

"Jiang Zifeng. First row"

"Murong Diao, second row"

"Ouyang Wu'an, third row. ”

……

Wang Rong looked down all the way, counting the first rows in his heart while looking, and when he saw the last name, he was shocked, and read in disbelief:

"Wang Rong, ninth row!"

Wang Rong was a little dumbfounded, why did his name appear here?

"I see, I see!" The old monk who had been standing silently behind Wang Rong suddenly seemed to have solved all the doubts in his heart and suddenly realized, and laughed.

"Hey, I said can you stop being happy with one person first, what's going on?" Wang Rong looked back at the old monk and complained.

The old monk seemed to have suddenly regained his youth, and his body was suddenly not as rickety as before, I don't know if it was Wang Rong's illusion, when he passed in front of Wang Rong, Wang Rong even felt that he didn't even tremble slightly, as if he had completely changed a person at this moment.

"Lord Shizi, have you seen it? Counting from the first name, how many are you?" The old monk did not wait for Wang Rong to answer, and directly continued: "The ninth, you are the ninth, just the ninth, but here is yours...... Belch...... Belch. ”

Without any warning, there was a sudden pop, and the old monk's body suddenly leaned forward and fell in front of the stone tablet. Streams of blood flowed out of his eyes, ears, mouth, and nose, but it was bleeding from the seven orifices!

"Hey, old monk, what's wrong with you?" Wang Rong was taken aback, his spiritual power was expanded to the maximum by him in an instant, and while he was on guard, he urgently stepped forward to support the old monk, his face was anxious: "You always tell me what this is before you die!"

The old monk's eyes looked at Wang Rong with a little pity, his throat shook slightly, Wang Rong was overjoyed, and thought he was going to say the answer, but he saw streams of blood coming out of his mouth as if he didn't need money, lying in Wang Rong's arms, the old monk struggled hard, his pupils slowly spread, and his eyes finally closed completely.

"Hey, don't die yet!" Wang Rong was in a hurry, and hurriedly reached out to probe his snort, his heart was cold, just for a short while, the old monk only had air out and no air in, and he couldn't die anymore!

ps: I can say that yesterday and today were in the middle of the train station waiting for the time in the Internet café code, tonight must be on the train, so don't wait until the evening, write it and send it, tomorrow night should be a little later, but it won't be more than twelve o'clock