"How do you know this? Have you been here? Under Cui Taichu's questioning, everyone looked at the evil farmer strangely.

The man with a yin and yang face sighed slightly: "I am a native of Qinghai, and I am also a Taoist priest of the Kunlun Mountain Hidden Sect, when my ancestors personally participated in the construction of this demon tower, today I am here to see with my own eyes, the relics left by my ancestors in this world." ”

Evil Nong's words, everyone who listened to them were shocked, and even Xiao Burying looked at him, but it was wrong.

This person was wearing an old cotton coat, except for the huge birthmark on his face, his appearance was not amazing, I really didn't see that he was actually from the Taoist hidden sect.

Yinzong, also known as Miao Zhen Dao, it first originated from the ancient "Zhuangzi School" and is one of the important schools of Taoism.

After being stunned for a while, Cui Taichu was puzzled: "Then please tell us, what is the origin of this demon tower?" What was the purpose of building it? What is the thing sealed in the tower? ”

The evil farmer said with a sad and joyless face: "Don't worry, after I go down, I will tell you in detail." ”

He walked over to the large vat in the middle of the library, which was made of pure iron and was more than a meter high, much larger than an ordinary rural water tank.

The corrosion of the years has caused the cylinder to begin to deform, covered with a thick layer of red rust.

"What is this?"

"It's called the Flesh Urn." The evil peasant pointed to the big iron jar and introduced: "The corpse of my ancestor, after sitting down and depleted, was sealed in an urn, the purpose of this is first, to suppress evil, and second, it can be regarded as a kind of commemoration." ”

Squatting in front of the flesh Weng, the evil farmer recited the incantation lightly in his mouth, his hands quickly compared, and he flicked it lightly on the cylinder, only to see the red rust on it falling off one after another, and then, the whole flesh Weng revealed a faint golden charm, which looked solemn and a little weird.

The evil peasant bit his fingertips, drew a strange symbol on the flesh, and shouted softly, "Open! ”

Hearing a bang, the iron cover that had been sealed in the flesh flew out upside down and slammed into the open space in the distance.

I looked into the urn and saw an old Taoist priest wearing a Taoist temple and a Taoist robe.

After so many years, he has long since become a white bone, but strangely, not only did I not smell the slightest smell of corpses, but there was a faint smell of flowers and plants inside.

The evil peasant knelt in front of the flesh, solemnly kowtowed a few times, and said something in his mouth: "Kunlun Mountain, Qinghai, the hidden evil farmer, come here today to worship the ancestors, if there is any disturbance, the ancestors should not be blamed." ”

A gust of wind blew, and the bones of the old Taoist priest and his clothes all turned into starlight dust and disappeared.

I heard a strange sound of a machine, like grinding a white bone with a heavy grinding disc, clicking, and soon the empty flesh began to bizarrely autobiography.

After a dozen or so turns, the mechanism finally activated, and the flesh sank to the ground, the stone slab contracted, and in front of us, a downward staircase appeared.

Standing at the entrance of the dark staircase, the yin wind inside blows people's bones painfully.

"Before, the Taoist temple was on the surface, very far away from the demon tower, although there was also a passage, but the passage was almost filled with rubble, and it was impossible to go down...... Let's have a glimpse of it. ”

The evil farmer stood up and was about to go down, but Cui Taichu stopped him: "Wait." ”

"Don't worry, I vouch for my life, there is no danger below."

Zhu Feiyue rolled his strange eyes: "What do you say, we will believe it?" ”

Evil Nong's expression was as usual: "The Taoist priest of the Hidden Sect never deceives people. ”

He took out a small wooden bottle from his sleeve, threw it to me, and said, "The Hidden Sect is good at alchemy, this bottle of Creation and Transformation Powder, the effect is not bad, you take one, and the external injury will heal naturally." ”

I took the bottle and didn't dare to open it, but handed it to Xiao Burying, she grabbed it in her hand and looked at it, nodded at me and said, "No problem." ”

I opened the bottle and poured out a pill, the pill was round in shape, like a pearl, white and lovely, exuding a strange fragrance.

The pill entered my throat, and a warm heat immediately dissolved in my internal organs, and the wounds all over my body came with unbearable itching, and soon scarred, and my soft body gradually regained its strength.

In the battle with Yin Matter, I relied on my strong muscles, but I was only injured and fainted after excessive blood loss. Not only did the wound scar, but the broken bones in the body gradually healed.

Breathing out turbid air, I began to have a good impression of the evil farmer, and nodded at him, "Thank you, senior." ”

The evil farmer snorted, "It's a small thing. ”

Xiao Burying looked back at me: "Brother Li, are you recovering from your injuries?" ”

Me: "yes. ”

"Then you can't come down yet?"

I licked my face and said, "Your back is comfortable, I am reluctant to come down." ”

Xiao Burying Mei glared at me fiercely: "Brother Li is a nasty embryo." ”

"Everyone, please come with me." The evil farmer waved at the group and was the first to walk down the stairs.

We followed behind the evil farmer, and as we walked down, we watched vigilantly as Cui Taichu emitted a large cloud of green fireflies, illuminating the surroundings.

Lying on the back of the small burial, I saw that on the stone walls on both sides of the stairs, there were many murals carved, most of which were intact, and from the age point of view, they were very old.

The scene on the mural is so eerie that it is extremely difficult to describe:

Mural 1: In the empty square, dense crowds of people gathered, and in front of it was a high platform, on which stood three women with no facial features, stretching out their hands, preaching something to the crowd.

Mural 2: On the ground, there is a huge scale about three meters high, on the left weighing pan, is a large lump of similar messy substance, heavy pressure on the ground, people lined up in a long line, one by one climbed up to the right weighing pan - they seem to try to balance the scale, but they are too light, even if the obese people go up, the right weighing pan can never be pressed.

Mural 3: Ten people went up, but the weighing pan still couldn't be pressed.

Mural 4: There are still three women, they are standing on a high cliff, looking down on the whole world, and the huge scale before appeared in the palm of one of the women's hands, and people are struggling in her palms, trying to balance the scales by all means.

But this is simply impossible, these people are too cheap to shake the scales in the slightest.

I looked at all the murals, and almost all of them had to do with the scale, and I thought there must be some kind of eerie metaphor for this scale.

Obviously, those three women are in charge of the scales, who are they?

In the gloomy staircase, Yin Xianfeng and Zhu Feiyue each unfolded their painting scrolls, copying these murals one by one.

For the gloomy soul painter, any painting related to death is an asset.

The staircase was littered with piles of rubble, and even in the depths, the road was completely blocked by rubble, and everyone had to go up together and dig a path with their bare hands.

In order to prevent further collapse, no aura was used during the excavation.

The staircase was dusty and messed up, so get rid of the rubble that stood in the way and continue down.

Down, down...... The end of the staircase may be the end of death.

But even death itself can't stop humanity from being curious about the unknown.

Ten minutes later, the stairs finally reached the end, and in front of us was a huge underground space.

Above the head, there are countless stalactites, a slender underground dark river, flowing slowly, a hundred meters away in the distance, a towering tower, towering in front of us.