At the end of the hallway, there was a stone door about a human height. Due to the long-term coverage of the lake, the dark green stone gate appears smooth, covered with layers of fluffy moss, but it can be vaguely seen that there is an imprint carved on the stone door.

And when I saw the sigil, I immediately cried out excitedly—this sigil I had seen in my prophetic dreams, and it had the same mark on the dragon's cloak.

When this underground corridor appeared, the Jiuxun elk turned its head to look at me, and then called out cordially, and I immediately understood, and walked down with everyone. When we came to the entrance of the stone gate at the bottom, the stone door began to vibrate, and it opened in two automatically.

What appeared in front of us was a deep, ocean-blue cavern-like cave in the depths, and just as I looked up at the Jiuxun elk, a gentle and beautiful female voice sounded in my head.

"The key is in this cave, but you have to be careful along the way."

I was stunned for a moment, and when I looked around, they didn't seem to be responding, and it seemed that only I heard the voice. Looking up at the Nine Elk, its large, beautiful eyes glowing softly, it blinked softly, as if to say goodbye to me.

Waving goodbye to the Nine Elks counts as a goodbye, and we entered the cave, and the stone gate closed automatically. After the stone gate was closed, the light was even dimmer than we thought, and it was difficult to distinguish the location from ten meters away.

However, as we moved forward for a while, we realized that the terrain was more complex than we had imagined. You won't get lost, but if you keep going south, you can go back to the entrance. The problem is that the deeper the cave goes, the more forks in the road there are, and most of the forks in the road are dead ends.

So I proposed to everyone that we should go separate from now on. The Nine Elk had already told me that the key was in this cave, and that we now know the terrain in general, and that there were many forks and dead ends, but not to get lost.

"So let's split up and look for the keys now, which will be more efficient, but whether we find it or not, after six hours...... At 18 o'clock, everyone is going back to where they were, what do you think? ”

As soon as I proposed, everyone nodded and agreed, which is really because there are too many dead ends in this cave road, and a group of people are looking for them one by one, and it is estimated that the search may not be over in a few days.

The forks in the cave are branch-shaped, and the deeper you go, the more branching paths there are. So after deciding to go our separate ways, we each chose a different fork in the road to set off, I was in a group by myself, and Ling Xiao and Hongyue were in a group of two.

Wang Er Mazi was in a group with Panhu, and the experienced Hu Lao Liu was in a group by himself. I chose the middle fork because from the structure of the cave we predicted, the terrain of the middle fork may be more complicated and it is easier to get lost.

"But...... Why is the key in such a strange place? ”

I had been ready to search for six hours before I set out, but to my surprise, I soon found a fork in the road that I had been walking for a long time. And I don't know if it's my delusion, but the deeper I go, the deeper the blue light becomes.

After half an hour or so, the cave seemed to finally come to an end, and it was no longer a blue endless path, but a sea-blue stone wall. The stone wall itself was black, and I saw that at the end of the stone wall, there was actually a sea blue ice sculpture.

“…… This is, people? ”

I felt weird in my heart, thinking to myself, how could there be an extra ice sculpture in this cave? And as soon as I got closer, I immediately chuckled in my heart, because I realized that this was not an ordinary ice sculpture, and there was actually a long-haired man in a black and white robe frozen inside!

Because the ice sculpture is crystal clear, I can clearly see the human figure inside, this is about a middle-aged man in his 40s, his eyes are deeply closed at the moment, his eyebrows are frowned, and he looks full of sorrow. But even so, it can still be seen that he is a man with a handsome face.

It's just that what attracts me more than his appearance is the clothes on his body - this dress doesn't look like a modern person's dress...... If I'm not mistaken, I think I saw similar outfits in my grandfather's closet when I was very young.

The man was wearing a black shirt, and on both shoulders was written in gold lacquer lines of small and neat characters, which I was also very familiar with, and if I was not mistaken, it should have been written in Jizo. The Tibetan script is a very old and unique script.

It has its own writing system, which can be traced back to 5,000 years ago, because the culture of Tibetan language itself was derived from the Liangyi Taiji that was born in the Fuxi Bagua. And this Jizo culture is actually the origin of the underground burial master.

It's just that the obscurity of the Tibetan language caused me to give up learning it when I saw it as a child. I continued to observe, and found that on the chest of a white tunic robe worn by the man, as well as the wide cuffs of the two sleeves, were the marks of Fuxi gossip with the logo drawn.

And through this, I am even more sure that this person is a ground burial master, and he is also a very talented ground burial master. I've heard my grandfather say that the Tibetan script has the function of providing power enhancement to the underground burial masters, but not all underground burial masters are qualified to use it.

Only the top burial master is qualified to use the Tibetan script to protect himself, because the energy contained in the Tibetan script is too huge, and after using it, it will directly change the destiny of heaven, if his ability is not up to par, this is no different from suicide.

However, as far as I know, my grandfather didn't use the Tibetan script once until he gave up the underground burial master. This also shows that the strength of the underground burial master in front of him is far greater than that of his grandfather.

"It's just...... If he really is such a remarkable character, why is he frozen in an ice sculpture like this? ”

And just as I was curiously observing the ice sculpture, I suddenly saw a small box hidden in the corner of the ice sculpture. The box was rectangular, and because it was sandwiched between the rock walls, the dark blue patent leather was very similar to the color of the stone walls, so I didn't notice it for a while.

“…… Could it be that this is a treasure? I immediately picked up the rectangular wooden box, and my heart beat harder. Maybe this thing is what this old man has learned all his life? Then I'm going to get big.

Although a funeral scripture is enough now, who would have too much of such a thing, one more is a book, and it must be used. When I opened the rectangular wooden strip, I found that there was a thick book lying inside, the skin was somewhat old, but it was not damaged.

Without any hesitation at the moment, I couldn't wait to flip through it, but I was disappointed when I was only halfway through the page - where is the peerless secret book infused with the essence of life, it is clearly a wordless book of heaven.

I flipped through it quickly, and found that there was not a single word on it. But just as I was about to throw the book away, my heart moved, and when I turned to the first page, I found that there was a short text written on the first page. It is described below.

"Presumably, the people who can find this 'Burial Sutra' must be the descendants of our Tibetan bloodline, everything is like the Mandate of Heaven, and the Mandate of Heaven does not pay for the lonely, if you find the descendants of this Sutra, it is the descendant of the Mandate of Heaven, and our generations will consult it in your past and present lives - all the essence of the Burial Sutra lies here."

"Burial of the Heavenly Scripture ......"

Although I don't know what this burial scripture is, just by the name, I already have a faint premonition. Burial of the Heavenly Scripture - Heavenly Burial Division. If there is a connection between the two, I must find out the secret of this burial scripture in whatever I say today.

I carefully reflected on the words left on the first page of the Burial Sutra, and after thinking about it for a long time, suddenly a flash of inspiration appeared, I suddenly looked up at the frozen ice sculpture in front of me, my heart beat gradually faster, I immediately got up and walked up in disbelief, and gently put my palm on the ice sculpture.

A burst of chill passed into the palm of my hand, and sure enough, I felt an extremely faint energy fluctuation. How to say it, this feeling is probably similar to when you touched the Reimeng Crystal, very comfortable, but faintly in awe.

In the first page of the Burial Sutra, it is written-"If you find the afterlife of this scripture, it is the afterlife of believing in the destiny of heaven, and our past and present lives will be consulted with you." I think this sentence should mean that the person who is looking for the burial scripture uses the prophetic dream to check the past and present lives of this predecessor, right?

It's amazing, but as a burial master, I really have the talent to enter the prophetic dream. I felt incredible, and at the same time, the awe in my heart gradually increased. Sure enough, as recorded in the Funeral Sutra and the Mandate of Heaven volume, everything in the world has a mandate of heaven.

Whether or not the Mandate of Heaven is understood, whether or not the Mandate of Heaven is accepted, the Mandate of Heaven is an existence that cannot be erased and denied. Isn't this moment the case for that? I couldn't understand why I was able to enter the prophetic dream, but at this moment, the prophetic dream became the most crucial foreshadowing.

In the current situation, I can only believe that everything is already predestined. And now, I feel the energy coming from the ice sculpture, and for the first time since becoming a demon slayer, I actually feel that I can take the initiative to enter the prophetic dream.

In the past, except for the time when Miss Zihui took the initiative to take me into the prophetic dream, every time I entered the prophetic dream, no matter how long or short it was, no matter the place or occasion, it was bound to enter the prophetic dream in a passive form.

Like this time, I didn't feel the slightest sleepiness, but I felt that I was able to enter the prophetic dream for the first time. With excitement and some uneasiness, I tried to calm down as much as I could, and immediately sat down in front of the ice sculpture, put my palms on the ice sculpture, and slowly closed my eyes.

And just as I consciously introduced the faintly rippling energy in the ice sculpture into my body, the pure energy turned into tiny tentacles and began to border my consciousness.

The next moment, when consciousness and energy were completely fused, my eyes went black, and I lost consciousness as before.

I don't know how long later, when I woke up again, I found myself lying on a dry and flat land, the noon sun was dazzling, and there were sudden bursts of sad cries in my ears.

I couldn't help but be stunned, and the next moment I subconsciously looked at the source of the sound and found a very immature and cute boy, stripped naked at the moment, and was being whipped by a burly man wearing a black and white robe.

"This dress is the same as the one I just saw......"