I thought that the entrance of the Yongdao was vertically up and down, but who thought that it would fall in the blink of an eye, and Xiang Gong felt that his feet were touching the ground. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

In order to avoid being teased by the long-faced monk, Xiang Gong rushed into the corridor too fast, and when he touched the ground, he didn't brake the car for a while, and his body immediately lost his balance, turned over and fell to the ground, and rolled out again.

Damn, there are steps!

In the spirit of dauntlessness to die and to die, uh, sweat first, Xiang Gong was dancing while rolling trying to grab something to stop the "rolling", and by the way, he also counted how many steps he rolled.

"One, two, three, rely on ...... Ouch ......" until it hit the bottom of the stairs, as if hitting a wall, and then stopped, counting exactly eighteen.

Rubbing his old waist, which was about to break, Xiang Gong grinned and crawled up, and the bones in his body were about to fall apart.

"What's the matter, is it so exaggerated to use nineteen steps to build a step? Why don't you dig to the center of the earth? ”

While muttering, he looked around, and was surprised to find that although he had reached the ground and there was no firelight, the walls of the corridor still emitted a faint fluorescence.

After the nineteen bluestone steps, next to a stone door, an iron lock on the stone door was hung on the door by someone at some point, and the rusty iron lock did not know how many years of time in the corridor.

The wind on the ground was smooth, and Xiang Gong gaged into the Yongdao, although it seemed unreliable, in fact, Xiang Gong had already discovered that something was unusual.

First of all, the Famen Temple is too deserted, and if you don't see it, you don't say it, and even the entire Zen temple is the only one who sleeps overnight.

Secondly, I thought that there were many levels, but I found the entrance of the dungeon all the way without any danger, and there were even road signs pointing out the direction.

In the end, the long-bearded monk was very weird, the long-faced monk smiled too fakely, and their words and deeds made Xiang Gong feel that they were deliberately guiding Xiang Gong into the underground palace.

Why?

Xiang Gong felt that these people must not be simple, this is the world of Journey to the West, could it be that there are masters who have already calculated that they may come here?

Although he was full of doubts, Xiang Gong knew that he was weak, so he quietly advanced to the Yongdao before talking.

Anyway, regardless of the Longtan Tiger's Den, Xiang Gong said that the middle-aged man could still be saved, and he would do his best to save it.

However, many doubts made him suspicious for a long time, Xiang Gong stared at the stone gate, there was no movement for a long time, it was time to do business, and now he couldn't jump too far.

Taking a deep breath and trying to tighten his nerves, Xiang Gong's hand touched the big iron lock.

The cold touch made him shudder slightly, and the hard rust on the big iron lock almost cut through the skin of his fingertips.

I thought that this big iron lock should have rusted to death and would be difficult to open, but I didn't expect that with a slight pull, the iron lock would break and split into four petals.

Looking at the golden light leaking from the fracture, Xiang Gong was congratulated, it turned out that under the simple appearance of the big iron lock, there was such a sullen heart, could it be a golden iron sheet?

Overjoyed, I didn't look at it, I put it away first, Xiang Gong stretched out his hand and pushed, and the stone door opened.

The piercing sound of friction caused reverberations in the corridor, which was extremely terrifying, and the coins and white bones spread on it were shocking in front of him.

Xiang Gong lifted his spirits and set his eyes on the end of the corridor, and through the faint light of the wall, he found that it seemed to be a corner.

Hesitating and not daring to take a step, Xuanzang's words and the scene in front of him made him convinced of the fact that there was a mechanism in the Yongdao, and he felt that every corner of the Yongdao was secretly murderous.

After thinking about it carefully, he took out a toilet lid from the storage space, and really wanted to thank Taizong Li Shimin for his good intentions, he originally felt that he had slept in the open all the way, as long as he didn't look up, there were thatched buildings everywhere, and he couldn't use the toilet.

Unexpectedly, now this round Nanmu toilet lid will be of great use in this corridor.

Shaking his hand, Xiang Gong used his spinning strength, the toilet lid jumped twice on the ground in the distance, and quickly rolled back towards Xiang Gong, (the little pot friends who have played this trick will be familiar with this routine) all the way out of the coin friction sound made Xiang Gong's heart moved.

What is Xiang Gong lacking most now? Money! Oh, no, it should be a Buddha bone relic, Xiang Gong is not a greedy person.

The toilet seat quickly returned to Xiang Gong's hand, and there was no vision in the corridor, but Xiang Gong did not rush over.

I chose another point, tried it again, and after going back and forth, I finally determined that there was no mechanism in this section of the road.

But Xiang Gong still carefully chose to follow the route of the toilet lid rolling over several times, and walked over lightly.

The spirit did not dare to relax for a moment, and the slightest sound would make Xiang Gong tremble suddenly, and he did not turn around recklessly, but just dodged slightly.

Walking on the road paved with coins, Xiang Gong couldn't help but didn't lean over to pick it up, and his concentration was not deep.

It's just that when he walked to the pile of bones, Xiang Gong's heart beat violently.

A few obviously different millilights, in the dim environment of the Yongdao, are particularly eye-catching, and after carefully counting, there are as many as fifteen of the same millilights.

This must be something extraordinary, Xiang Gong's breathing became more and more rapid, the accumulated white bones seemed to disappear, and the coins all over the ground seemed to have lost their attractiveness, Xiang Gong gritted his teeth.

Suddenly, he squatted down and grabbed the coins with the millilight, but as soon as the thing that emitted the millilight was started, the road made a chirping sound, and it seemed to tremble.

"Damn, it's developed, it's developed! Hahaha......" While chanting words, he grabbed coins wildly, and of course the focus was on the things that emitted light.

With a "whoosh", a cold cyclone brushed Xiang Gong's neck, only to feel a heat in his neck, Xiang Gong reached out to touch it.

"Hiss", gasp, wet, sticky, hot, damn it!

It was too late, it was fast, but in the blink of an eye, Xiang Gong rolled out.

Behind him, the sound of "whoosh" and "whoosh" continued, and Xiang Gong screamed, "Damn, cheating daddy, let your hands be cheap, you deserve to be ...... dead"

I didn't care about using the toilet lid to test it, I rolled all the way, and the mechanisms where I passed were triggered, with open guns and hidden arrows, poisonous smoke and water, and pits and sinks, and even the special walls began to squeeze towards Xiang Gong.

Although there is only Xiang Gong alone, in this narrow underground palace corridor, he has created the momentum of thousands of troops and horses, and there is no one.

There was a muffled sound of "bang", Xiang Gong was already dizzy, and he almost turned his back on the air when he hit it, but unfortunately the situation was urgent, seeing that the walls on both sides were getting narrower and narrower, Xiang Gong was full of remorse.

"Damn, is this still the Holy Land of the Liberation Family? Rely on ......"

While shouting and scolding, Xiang Gong's big hand slapped on the stone wall he had installed, and his hand was in severe pain, but he didn't care about rubbing it, not because death was approaching, but because the coin he was holding in his hand actually entered the stone wall in response.

Suddenly, Xiang Gong's Yongdao stone wall was about to be flattened, and Xiang Gong was overjoyed, and couldn't help but take the opportunity to check the stone wall he had just photographed.

There is a crack in the middle of the stone wall, but it turns out to be a stone door, and the stone wall that has just been photographed is inlaid with a flickering light, isn't it the culprit that puts itself in danger?

Take a closer look, but it turned out to be a special coin made of tortoiseshell material, I go, this is not an ancient version of the commemorative coin, right, the ancients already had this concept?

If you look closely, there are as many as 13 recesses that also need to be inlaid with commemorative coins, could it be that this is the mechanism that opens the stone door? Hesitating, Xiang Gong first stuffed it with ordinary coins to test it.

The commemorative coin is a limited edition, there are only fifteen in total, although they were all caught by Xiang Gong, but he was reluctant to use it!

As a result, ordinary bronze coins, pressed against the depression, immediately fell out, by the way, the model of the commemorative coin and the ordinary coin seems to be slightly different.

Gritted his teeth, in order to open the stone door, he could only endure the pain of cutting his love, every commemorative coin pressed on the stone door, Xiang Gong's heart was dripping blood!

"Damn, throw your head, sacrifice your life, pick up so much in total, it's all bad for you......"

While cursing, he did not hesitate to press the special commemorative coin into the stone gate mechanism, and the last one made a crisp sound when pressed in, and the entire corridor shook again.

No way? Still coming? Is this not a mechanism to open the door at all, but a giant pit of suicide?

Xiang Gong was terrified, and his brows were about to wrinkle into bows, but he found that in the shaking, the stone wall retreated to its original position, and the fallen ground slowly rose again, and even the poisonous smoke seemed to be sucked away by something, and the surging water gradually receded.

A stone tablet slowly rose from the ground in front of the stone gate, Xiang Gong saw that the engraved was originally the Buddha bone relics sent by Ashoka to the Famen Temple for offerings.

I'm not interested in this matter, I don't know what variables are in the corridor, and it's the best policy to leave here quickly, so I pushed the stone door hard, and the second stone door suddenly opened!

According to Xiang Gong's understanding in his previous life, there should be countless treasures behind the second stone gate, but at this time, it seems that there are not as many as in his memory, and most of them are still the system before the Tang Dynasty.

Come to think of it, only the Tang Dynasty, has welcomed the Buddha bones seven times, each time the emperor will offer treasures to support, it seems that he came too early, which local tyrant emperors, has not yet been born!

There is no entanglement in these, although the quantity and quality of treasures in the Yongdao at this time are also considerable, but Xiang Gong does not dare to move lightly, the experience of the Yongdao behind the first stone gate has made him physically and mentally exhausted.

If there is such a round again, I am afraid that Xiang Gong will only have to say goodbye to this world, fortunately, there are no bones behind the second stone gate, or the predecessors were shocked by the mechanism behind the first stone gate like themselves.

Either that......

No one has been able to enter this second stone gate at all, Xiang Gong thought of this terrifying possibility, and couldn't help but doubt again, this is a place to worship the Buddha's relics, it should be peaceful, why are there so many deadly organs?

Now is not the time to dwell on this, since he has entered the underground palace, he doesn't care what kind of swords, mountains, fires, seas, tigers' mouths, and wolf's dens, thieves don't go empty, uh, no, yes......

Hey, anyway, you must get the Buddha bone relics.

This time Xiang Gong walked more carefully, a short section of the road, walked for almost an hour, Nanmu toilet cover in this process, when the first credit, Xiang Gong has decided, this toilet cover will become his standard in the future, never sold!

His mind was flying, but he didn't dare to slack off his hands and feet, for fear that if he touched something, he would crash again, but just in front of the third stone gate, Xiang Gong's eyes were attracted by a light.