Qian Xuan looked at Wang Hua at the bottom of the table, and his eyes opened slightly. His expression at this time was a little stunned, but it actually gave people a sense of mildness and harmlessness.

Seeing Wang Hua of Manshu Shahua, the king also recalled some bad things, but these things have finally become a thing of the past, and the king sighed in his heart and had no other thoughts.

When he came back to his senses, he found that Qianhuan was looking at Wang Hua in a daze, not knowing what he was thinking.

The king thought that Thousand Illusions was mentally confused, so he immediately spoke loudly to pull Thousand Illusions' will back, "Thousand Illusions? A thousand illusions?! ”

There was no response after two calls, and just as the king was thinking about taking other measures, Qian Huan raised his head at this time, looked at the top of the top made of mud and said, "This dark pavilion, and even this entire temple, have problems. ”

"Huh?" The topic changed too quickly, and the king couldn't react.

"Do you think that if this temple had been built with ordinary materials, it would have lasted for five hundred years? Moreover, according to the monks here, the history of this temple is much more than 500 years. ”

The king also raised his head to look at the top of the dark pavilion, he was tall, but because he was a shadow creature, he could just shuttle directly under the table and under the shadows under the bookshelf when he came in, so he didn't deliberately adjust his figure.

At this time, the king's back was slightly bent, and as soon as his hand stretched out, he easily reached the top of the mud surface, and the touch of the mud surface was unexpectedly dry and crisp.

The king was stunned, and reached out to rub the mud surface. A slight "rustle" sound resounded throughout the dark chamber, and the dirt on the mud surface was rubbed off little by little.

The dust is scattered directly into the air, and slightly larger chunks of mud fall to the ground with the action of gravity.

The king just chose a random angle to rub, and just rubbed it like this, and he rubbed out a large piece of dirt. Suddenly, the king's hand paused, and he touched a very hard lump of mud, which was not at all different from the soft mud that had been rubbed before.

The king tried a little harder, but he couldn't pull any mud out of the dirt, and looked up. The exposed clay was actually engraved with a pattern!

The texture is just a simple arc. Plus a few jumble straight lines. The king was stunned when he saw this pattern, and his body unconsciously became short of breath.

The lines on this piece of clay were incomplete, but the king's heart was beating faster and faster, and he didn't know what kind of shape it would form if the lines were complete. But the excitement forced him to rub somewhere else.

Pieces of dry, brittle dirt were rubbed off. As long as it's a touch of hard soil. So the king went to another place to rub it.

His movements grew faster and faster, and his breathing became more and more rapid. Finally, a complete piece of the pattern was rubbed out by the king. That's—

A manjush sawa in full bloom.

The king couldn't help but swallow as he looked at Manshu Sawa who was imprinted on the wall, this dark pavilion was full of strangeness from the moment he entered.

The bottom of the bowl used to hold the porridge is painted with an immature manjush sawa, and the bottom of the table used to put the bowl is painted with a manjush sawa, but how is it that the wall is also carved with a manjush sawa!

Fortunately, this Manshu Sawa is just an ordinary flower that is in full bloom. The king had just seen the king flower in Manjushua, and now when he saw this flower, although he was also surprised in his heart, he had not seen the king flower so exaggerated.

Suddenly, the king looked at the manjusha that he had rubbed out, and he didn't know what he thought, so he immediately rubbed it somewhere else.

Piece after piece of dirt covering the surface was rubbed away, and in a short time, the king rubbed the entire top of the dark pavilion. After rubbing, the king looked at the graphics displayed on the top, and his face couldn't hide the shock.

The entire top surface finally revealed its true face, a cluster of Manjusha in full bloom.

And in the middle of this cluster of flowers, there is a small manjushwa, this manjushava is no more beautiful than the other flowers, and it looks a little malnourished.

But it was this flower that became the center of this cluster of flowers, and was surrounded by flowers and sat on a high throne.

If someone looks at the king flower painted at the bottom of the table at this time, they will find that this flower is actually a miniature version of the king flower.

A complete Manjush Sawa appeared in front of Thousand Illusions and the Great King, and at this time, Thousand Illusions would no longer be like before, because of the sight of the king flower, and recall certain things, even if this large flower was more attractive than the single king flower.

Some people, some things, a year or even a lifetime, just need to recall it once.

Qian Huan looked at the large pattern with interest, one after another manjush sawa were arranged in an irregular arrangement, looking messy, but always centered around the king flower.

Seeing this, Qianhuan also had to sigh, the painting skills of the person who painted this flower are really outstanding! Another point is that the person who painted this picture must also be a powerful person.

Even, having seen Manshu Sawa with his own eyes, he couldn't help but sharpen his eyes when he imagined this.

Who was the owner of this temple in the first place, Qianhuan couldn't help but be curious, this temple was definitely not the so-called Empress Dowager Qinghe ordered the construction of her grandson in order to ask for her grandson.

"It turns out that Manshu Sawa is relying on Manshu Sawa to keep the buildings of this place from collapsing......" Qian Huan narrowed his eyes and touched his chin and said.

Manjush Sawa is a flower that blooms on the Yin River, which is very mysterious and special, and at the same time, its power is also very strong.

The reason why the people who painted here in the first place painted Manjush Sawa was that it was very likely that the entire temple was related to Manjush Sawa and related to Yinchuan, and secondly, it was not with the help of Manjush Sawa.

Although Manjush Sawa only blooms in the Yin River, as long as you can draw a touch of the essence of Manjush Sawa when you paint, you can receive the blessings of Manjush Sawa in the dark.

It's easy to say, but it's not easy for the person who paints. Each stroke is equivalent to a confrontation between him and the power of Manjushwa, and only after passing the test of Manjushwa will the real Manjushava give these dead creatures some power.

However, it is also because there is not much power distributed to the dead thing, so the confrontation between Manshu Sawa and that person will not be very serious, at most it is a thousandth of the power of the main body.

But as long as he thought of the strength of the Yin River, as long as he thought that Manshu Sawa was a flower that could grow on the Yin River, Qian Xuan couldn't help but shake his head.

If it were him, he wasn't sure if he would be able to withstand Manjush Shawa's so-called one-thousandth of his strength. (To be continued.) )