Cold hands.

Underneath the stone slab, white light suddenly lit up and poured out from between Ye Changsheng's fingers.

Thundered!

Click!

In the midst of a dull roar, the voice of the machine rang out.

The echo settled, and the chamber fell silent again.

So, I cracked the first picture and opened the first mechanism?

Ye Changsheng's spirits were greatly lifted, and when the white light dimmed, he took away his hands and walked to the second stone tablet painting.

To eliminate "oral karma", the method of monks and Taoists is to chant scriptures and mantras, and Confucianism recites poetry and classics.

Words are self-connected, and if there is no evil in the mouth, there is no evil in thinking.

There is no scripture incantation on the second painting, so should we recite these two verses?

But isn't the evil of "oral karma" precisely in demagoguery, if I read it, is it considered to be bewitched?

On the slate painting, the little nun has a sad face, standing under the linden tree and muttering to herself, without the slightest charm and frivolity.

Changsheng suddenly felt that these two poems did not seem to be "Qi language", and the little nun was quite pitiful.

After thinking about it, he opened his mouth and said: "The world has the law of both, and it lives up to it." ”

The world has the law of both, and it lives up to its promise.

The world is safe and secure, and it lives up to it!

Ye Changsheng shouted three times, although he felt a little stupid, he felt a sour feeling in his heart inexplicably.

What makes a person a human being is that he has seven emotions and six desires, which is trouble, but not happiness?

If you don't even dare to love your beloved, can't love, is it really like to live like this?

The linden tree on the stone slab, countless fine mesh holes echo with sound waves and make a buzzing sound.

Thundered!

Click!

In the empty burial chamber, the sound of the machine starting sounded again, this time even louder, and even the ground shook a little.

The second painting is cracked!

Ye Chang let out a sigh of relief, moved to the third slate painting, and stood still.

This painting is the simplest, two people die for a piece of bread, it's really not worth it.

Confucianism speaks of moderation, Taoism speaks of indisputability, and Buddhism speaks of purifying sentient beings.

Wouldn't it be nice to have half of one person?

Ye Changsheng flipped his wrist, held the black dragon dagger, and slashed towards the piece of cake painted on the stone tablet.

Unexpectedly, there was a thin invisible line on the cake, which happened to split the cake in half.

Ye Changsheng's confidence increased greatly, and the tip of the dagger slashed through the thin line on the cake.

With a crisp sound, the pie was literally separated.

Thundered!

Click!

The third mechanism activated, and with a rumbling sound, the black stone platform sank into the ground, revealing a deep passage.

At the end of the underground passage, there is a huge showroom.

The top wall is inlaid with hundreds of night pearls, and the soft light is projected down, with a different kind of tranquility.

Directly in front of it is a statue of a little girl.

The little girl was wearing a big red jacket and braids, and was sitting on the ground crying, waving a bamboo pole in her hand.

The whole statue is carved from white jade, which makes the little girl more and more clear and exquisite, full of innocence.

The second statue is a young girl, dressed in an emerald cloud shirt, green silk like a waterfall, raising her hand and playing a flute.

This statue is carved from green jade, and the details are particularly expressive, the girl's sideburns are hanging down with green silk, stretched light eyebrows, and the faint joy and shyness in the eyes, which are vividly displayed.

If the first statue is freehand, then the second is realism.

As a swordsmith, Ye Changsheng must not only be able to cast swords, but also master simple inlay and carving skills.

Although his level of carving is very average, you can also see the extraordinary features of these two statues.

The two statues are the work of the same person, and the skill of this predecessor has reached the pinnacle.

The third statue is carved from black jade.

The girl wore a hat, carried a small package, and held a willow branch in her hand, looking back into the distance with a sad expression.

Crystal teardrops hung in the corners of the girl's eyes.

At that glance, the whole world was eclipsed.

The girl was wearing a wide-robed robe with large sleeves.

The world is safe and secure, and it lives up to it!

All the statues are actually a person, a person who is in love with the owner of the tomb, but in the end he can't love him.

This underground chamber is not a treasure room, but a place of remembrance.

The owner of the tomb sealed his most precious memories here, and perhaps for him, these memories are truly priceless.

In the fourth statue, the girl has cut off three thousand troubles, wearing a robe, sitting on a futon with a wooden fish in her hand.

After all, there is no such thing as the best of both worlds in this world, and the girl finally chose to take refuge and leave a grudge in the air.

Ye Changsheng looked at the statue in a daze, and the monotonous sound of the wooden fish seemed to sound in his ears, echoing under the green lantern ancient Buddha.

He had also experienced a period of disillusionment, and he could somewhat understand the pain in the heart of the owner of the tomb.

It's a lover.

At the end of the secret room, there is a stone table, the four treasures of the study room are neatly arranged, and on the table is a booklet bound by Bedoro leaves.

Bedoro leaf is a writing instrument often used by the ancients, and it is far easier to preserve than paper and silk books.

These slender leaves are treated, bound into a book, and covered with ink lines, so that they can be engraved with an iron pen and preserved for thousands of years.

The Bayeux Sutra inherited by Buddhism comes from this.

Ye Changsheng stepped forward, sat on the chair, and picked up the Bayeux book.

Sure enough, the leaves recorded the story of the tomb's owner and the maiden, just as shown in the previous statue.

Lang rode a bamboo horse and went around the bed to make green plums. Living together for a long time, the two have no suspicions......

Cover the silver screen, hang green sleeves, jade, pulse slightly funny......

Weeping willows are thousands of silk strips, and spring comes to weave parting. Where pedestrians climb, when the concubine breaks her bowels......

The lovers escaped into the empty door, and the owner of the tomb began to wander around, banishing himself while pinning all his feelings on the carving knife in his hand.

"Trapped by love, my life is drifting, my thoughts are empty, and my body is empty. There is only one carving knife, one foot of plain scripture, and it is reserved for those who are destined......"

Underneath the book is a flat wooden box.

When I opened the box, a simple carving knife came into view.

This carving knife is not the same as the carving knife in Ye Changsheng's cognition, it is not a flat-mouthed knife, nor is it a triangular knife.

It's not so much a carving knife as a throwing knife.

The willow-shaped blade and walnut handle are all black, only the length of a palm.

Unexpectedly, the carving knife was heavier in his hand, heavier than a sword.

What's even more surprising is that under the investigation of the Immortal Super Sense Realm, there is no "seeing" the sword vein!

"How is this possible?" Ye Changsheng looked surprised, any weapon has a pulse, there is no reason why he can't sense it.

He increased his sense again, but it was still chaotic, and he couldn't see anything.

"Could it be that the level of this carving knife is too high and beyond my sense?" Ye Changsheng's heart jumped suddenly.