Unexpectedly, after just a few steps, this secret passage had come to an end.

At the end of this underground tunnel, which descended almost a few meters, there was a narrow small door, which was engraved with strange Taoist charms.

For a moment, I was a little afraid that there would be some terrifying supernatural creature sealed inside the iron door, but compared it by the symbols recorded in the previous books.

These symbols on the iron gate do not seem to represent the meaning of some kind of seal, but about becoming an immortal and cultivating.

I turned on the flashlight and became more and more curious at this time, and after approaching the iron gate, I found that the iron door had been locked, and the lock mechanism was very special, and it was actually designed according to the gossip in Taoism.

It contains "Qian", "Kun", "Zhen", "Kan"... And so on, and with my meager knowledge, I only know that Qian represents the heavens, Kun represents the earth, and I don't know anything about the other metaphorical meanings.

At this moment, I couldn't help but think back to the books on the shelves in my room, but luckily there was still one night, and I decided to sharpen my gun with the attitude of giving it a try.

After nearly an hour of research, I sat cross-legged in front of the iron gate, flipping through books on Taoism with one hand.

For the first time, I felt that learning this knowledge was a little more tiring than exploring the tomb.

As he twisted the mechanism on the iron door several times in order, the secret door in front of him did not open, just when he was a little disheartened.

There seemed to be movement coming from inside the door.

"Smack... Smack. ”

The sound sounded like water droplets falling to the ground, and it sounded like a child playing with a glass ball on the ground.

The cold wind behind me blew on my back, making me feel an endless chill for a moment.

The sound was so crisp and real that I even thought I was going to retreat.

It's just that he didn't expect that just as he was about to leave, the iron door in front of him actually creaked and cracked.

Confused, I pushed open the iron door and shone a flashlight at the fold of the secret door, only to realize that the secret door would not pop open automatically even if the mechanism was opposite.

So when I tried to crack it just now, I actually opened the secret door, but I didn't know it at the time.

This incident gradually made me interested in the contents of the iron gate, but I was ready to retreat at any time.

Because after a broken hand, I had to wrap a flashlight around the broken wrist with duct tape, and the other hand was ready to deal with danger.

But maybe it's because my nerves have always been a little sensitive, or maybe I've really wronged a good person.

The moment the secret door was opened, there was no extremely shocking scene inside, and a futon was placed in a narrow space.

The surrounding walls are painted with Taoist statues and charms.

It seems to be just an ordinary place for meditation.

I couldn't help but scratch my head with my hand, turned on my flashlight and swept it into the dark corners of the surrounding corners, and I was finally a little convinced that this was really just an ordinary retreat room.

In Taoism, Taoist priests often need a place of pure retreat to comprehend the Tao.

And Li Daochang, as the viewer, found such a secret place in the house, which seems to be nothing special.

Standing in front of these statues of the gods, they were all glowing in the paintings on the walls, some of them glaring at me angrily, and some of them looking serene.

But what is very strange is that when I look into the eyes of these gods on the wall, I gradually feel that these patterns are also staring at me all the time.

No matter how you look at it, it looks like they're secretly staring at me.

Until I felt a little hairy in my heart, I couldn't help but have a plan to escape.

Although I know it, this feeling can also be called a visual sensory error in science, because the artist adds a lot of three-dimensional lines when painting.

Coupled with the surrounding gloomy environment, you can't help but make people think about it.

With a strong fear in my heart, I stepped back little by little, and just as I was about to leave the secret room, I looked at the meditation futon on the ground in front of me and felt an indescribable strangeness in my heart.

In addition to the paintings on the walls of the empty secret room, only this futon in the middle remains, and it is possible that the priest can reach the so-called cultivation by closing his eyes after sitting on it.

At this moment, I have completely abandoned my suspicion of Daochang Li, and the reason why I am interested in futons and secret rooms should be that I am only curious about the mysterious religion of Taoism.

Out of uncontrollable curiosity, I simply walked over to the futon and sat down cross-legged, my hands in the posture depicted in Taoist books.

It's a wonderful feeling, and the ceiling overhead is painted with Taoist gods and mysterious black and white Taiji.

As I closed my eyes, an ethereal energy flowed freely from the inside out to all parts of my body, and the experience I had suffered for almost half a year swirled in my mind, but then dissipated like a cloud of smoke.

I suddenly opened my eyes, and I was shocked to find that my state of mind was much calmer than before.

It sounds ridiculous, even unbelievable but real.

As I learned more about religion, I seemed to be a little caught up in it, what is the ultimate purpose of Taoism.

"Become an immortal".

I closed my eyes and couldn't help muttering, looking at the various gods depicted on the murals in front of me, I couldn't help but ask myself.

Can people really become immortals, and does this world really have a layer of immortal realm above humans?

Before I knew it, I felt a little dizzy in my head, and when I tried to get up again, my body couldn't move, and I only felt that the scenery around me was a little hazy.

Only the mysterious Taiji diagram on the ceiling overhead was spinning, and the various fairy patterns outlining the lines on the wall in front of me flew through my mind.

There is Lu Dongbin with a sword, and there is a lame Tie Guan Li... Vaguely, I saw a majestic giant gate of heaven.

There were three Taoist ancestors sitting on it, and their existence was like a manifestation of supremacy in Taoism, which made me feel as small as ants for a moment.

The feeling was real but different from the dream, and I struggled to wake up, but I was afraid that it would go away.

The mysterious gossip drawing on the ceiling overhead swirled, and I vaguely found myself flying over the chamber with a seated figure at my feet.

He was dressed in the same clothes as me, and he had a broken arm, until I saw his face and was shocked.

"Isn't that person me?"

I suddenly realized that I had entered an out-of-body state, but I had consulted a lot of Taoist materials in order to open the lock.

There were records of out-of-body experiences in ancient books, but at the time I just didn't pay much attention to it, thinking that this kind of metaphysical stuff was simply illusory.

I didn't expect that at this moment, I was really as described in the book, looking at my body sitting cross-legged on the ground motionless.

Consciousness seems to wander in a secret room with a soul.

Vaguely I seemed to see an old man riding a green ox in the mist, he was riding on the back of the green ox purple gas overflowing, vaguely I couldn't see his face clearly, only felt that his big ears and shoulders, accompanied by the mighty purple gas seemed to be inscrutable.

The patterns and lines painted on the walls seemed to come to life as if they were gradually coming to life, and they swirled and floated into their minds.

The colorful colors outlined the lines of the figures, and even dazzled me a little, but I couldn't see their faces clearly.

For a moment, I even had the illusion that I was not in a secret room at the moment, but in another mysterious world of Twilight Glass.

Until the pattern in front of them suddenly turned, the surrounding fire was entangled, and many people wailed in the sea of fire, they were burned to ashes but reborn in the sea of fire.