The doornail hurriedly sighed: "Don't talk nonsense, this is Hutu Ketu, the golden body of the living Buddha, and the words of great disrespect are to anger the great god." It seems that this tower is actually a spiritual tower, Xiao Guan Ye, you say, will there be relics? ”

"Leave you big-headed ghost." I secretly scolded this grandson for having a cerebral hemorrhage: "Have you ever seen a yaksha used to carry the golden body of a living Buddha?" ”

The door nail smacked and looked at it carefully: "Also, let you say this, I don't have the bottom in my heart, think about it, if it is the golden body of a living Buddha, why don't you let people enter the spiritual pagoda to worship, but instead go up to an iron door and lock it?" ”

I didn't bother to pay attention to him, and looked up at the dome of the stone chamber, and found that there were four statues of fierce gods on it that I couldn't name, and they were looking down at the dried corpses, with a very vicious expression, and there was nothing else in the tower except these.

"Little Guan Ye, there is a ladder behind you." The doornail shone a flashlight on the back of the dry corpse, I waved my hand to signal it up, but the doornail pounced on the dry corpse and knelt down: "The dry corpse master, the junior Lu Bulu Fengxian, come to the treasure land today, just to see if your old man is comfortable to sit, now it seems to be very comfortable, yes, then you can sit, you don't have to come down, you have something to order." ”

By the time he had finished speaking, I had climbed up the ladder, and the doornails had caught up with him.

"Your name is really Lu Bu?" I asked curiously.

The doornail smiled, glanced at the dried corpse, and said in a low voice: "Fake, I'm used to mixing outside, I don't leave my real name, what if I get revenge?" ”

"And what's your last name? Don't even tell me? ”

"Hehe, to be honest, my real surname is Cao."

"Oh." I said thoughtfully, "No wonder you hate Lu Bu so much. ”

As we spoke, we had climbed to the second floor, which was in the shape of a double bowl, so the space on the second floor was much larger than the first floor, and there were a lot of wooden shelves around it, probably the bookshelves used to put the scriptures, but the scriptures were probably taken away, and the shelves were empty and full of dust.

Other than that, there was nothing else on the second floor, which surprised me, and the result was so simple that it was so different from what I imagined. There's no third layer, and I'm going down in a daze, and it seems that I'll have to start with a yaksha carrying the corpse.

At this time, the door was nailed in front of the bookshelf and called me: "Xiao Guan Ye, come quickly, there is something behind the bookshelf." ”

As I walked over, the doornails had already lifted the cobwebs from the bookshelves, and there was a mural on the white, yellowed wall behind it.

"Get out of the way." I rolled up my sleeves and beckoned to the doornails, and the two of us pushed the bookshelf aside.

On the wall is a narrative painting, although it is very old, but it can be seen that it is painted by many people worshipping. At first glance, the worshippers are devout believers, and the background of the painting is a lama temple, and the worshippers are a great lama, gorgeously dressed, sitting on the altar, and the whole person is painted very exaggeratedly, and the proportion is several times larger than those believers who worship him.

The great lama who is worshipped has a graceful and noble expression, and his expression is very kind, but there is one thing that is very strange, and that is his eyes. He didn't look at the pilgrims, his eyes were slanted outward, as if he were looking at us.

The doornail deliberately dodged and said, "What does he think we are doing?" ”

I shook my head: "I guess he has a crush on you." As I spoke, I had an idea, and I followed the gaze of the mural figure to look at the other side: "Move that shelf out of the way too." ”

"He's got a vision." The doornail walked over with me, removed the bookshelf, and revealed another mural.

The content of the two murals is similar, except that in the mural painted by the latter, the worshiped great lama is sitting on a lotus platform, and under the lotus platform, there are four yakshas.

The doornail exclaimed, "This is the Lord below!" ”

I nodded, "I guess, you look into his eyes again." ”

The eyes of the great lama in this mural are the same as those on the opposite side, and they are also turned outward, as if he is looking at the person on the opposite mural.

"Are these two masters making eye contact?" The doornail pinched his chin and said, "Look, who has more fans?" ”

"That's not right." I suddenly realized that the eyes of these two people were not only so strange, but also felt that their eyeballs were protruding outward, not painted, but mounted.

The doornail nodded as soon as he saw it: "Sure enough, will this activate the button of some mechanism?" ”

"** not far from ten." I looked around again and said, "Let's go down there, except for the Yaksha carrying the corpse, we didn't find any flaws, these two murals are really strange, whether they are mechanisms or not, we have to try them." ”

The doornail answered, and he went to draw the eyes of the great lama with his fingers. I hurriedly pulled him down: "Wait, the characters on these two murals, although they are the same person, but one sits on the altar and the other sits on the Yaksha, it means life and death if you don't get it right, in Buddhism, the Yaksha is the ghost of the Nose Realm, this must be the Lord Death, go and press the eyes of the altar." ”

"It's still Xiao Guan Ye'erqing, amazing!" The doornail turned and walked towards the mural opposite.

Looking at the back of the door nail, I suddenly felt a little unsure again, if I made a mistake in the middle of the section, it might hurt him, alas, just have a beard. With a flickering expression, I was about to stop the doornail, but unfortunately it was already a step too late, and the doornail had already pressed my hand down.

"There's a door!" The doornail exclaimed, and then a boom was heard, and a low and rapid voice came up, which frightened the doornail and shrank his neck.

"It's the first floor!" I beckoned to the doornail and climbed down the ladder, and then I saw that the dried corpse and the four yaksha statues were no longer in their original position, and there was a hole in the ground where they were, and there were steps leading to the next floor.

"I'm admiring you more and more." The doornail clapped his hands excitedly: "The entrance to the dungeon!" ”

I squatted down and shone a flashlight inside, and found that there was a bowl-shaped stone chamber below, and I was about to hesitate to go down, when I suddenly heard a boom, and then I heard the doornail shouting: "Be careful! "I quickly turned around and saw four Yaksha sculptures carrying dried corpses and slamming into me.

I was frightened and was about to dodge, but unfortunately I was too close to the sculpture, it was too late, and I happened to be hit squarely, but I didn't expect the impact to be very large, I squatted in that center of gravity was unstable, and was knocked down directly, and instantly felt that there was an empty space below, and secretly screamed that it was not good, and quickly grabbed the arm of the Yaksha, but finally it was a step too late, and fell directly into the hole, and then the statue of the Yaksha returned to its original position and blocked the hole.

I stumbled all the way up the stone steps to the ground, and the flashlight went out in an instant, and I couldn't see my fingers. I quickly pulled out the dagger and slashed twice, then took out my phone to turn on the lighting, picked up the flashlight and checked it, it was completely broken, and I couldn't help but curse bad luck, so I could only wait for the door nail to restart the mechanism. () "Tibetan Tracking" only represents the author's views Zhu Longteng, if you find that its content violates the laws of the country, please delete it.

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