There is a faint silence in the deep twilight, and you can even hear the rhythmic chirping from the mouths of insects.

The cold mist separated from the clouds, and the crystalline dew fell back to the earth, silently nourishing the vibrant flowers and trees.

Wisps of breeze swept through the trees, like a mischievous elf teasing the leaves of the treetops, causing them to release a pleasant rustling sound.

The melodious sound moved with the wind, and finally quietly poured into the mysterious Tibetan Dharma Hall through the window sash, and reverberated for a long time.

The Great Hall of Tibetan Dharma is a majestic brown and black building, like an ethereal sacred mountain standing quietly in this Qingling Gate, feeling the admiration from the world.

On the plaque covered by the texture of the years, there are four ancient texts: the Great Hall of Tibetan Law, and these words seem to be able to connect the vicissitudes of ancient times.

In front of the Great Hall of the Tibetan Dharma, they were heavily guarded all the time, and they had to protect not only the treasured texts, but also the inviolable status of the Great Hall of the Tibetan Dharma.

Regardless of spring, summer, autumn and winter, cold and heat, these soldiers do not sleep, and their eyes do not know how many years have passed, just to achieve one purpose: to protect.

And tonight, when Sun Wukong cast his suspicious gaze on the Tibetan Dharma Hall, he saw a sluggish look completely covering the cheeks of these soldiers.

"The call just now can't really come from inside the Great Hall of the Tibetan Law, right?" Sun Wukong whispered in surprise, but the person had already walked down the lotus pond and tentatively approached the Tibetan Dharma Hall.

The deep call sounded again, as if to answer Sun Wukong's inner doubts, and when this call came out, the guards in front of the hall fell to the ground completely.

"This, what's going on? What's wrong with them? What he saw in front of him made him deeply surprised, and he didn't know what to do, after all, this matter involved the Great Hall of the Tibetan Dharma, and he must not be involved in it at will.

"Sun Wukong, walk into this Tibetan Dharma Palace, I want to see you." The deep voice echoed in the silence of the night, like a call from the ancients, as if it had been waiting here for years.

Even though his heart kept beating Sun Wukong not to enter the Tibetan Dharma Hall at will, Sun Wukong's body did not listen to his call at this moment, and he took a very decisive step.

Entering the majestic door, you will see a humanoid statue with extraordinary charm, and around this statue are countless bookcases.

Books lie quietly between their own compartments, no matter how unfathomable the contents of the books are, but the dust on their surface has completely buried them—no one has cared about them for many years.

It is a great pity that the pearl is covered with dust, and it seems that only these inconspicuous dusts can truly appreciate the ancient culture contained in this book.

When his eyes moved, a picture scroll hanging on the wall with an ancient charm came into the eyes of Sun Wukong.

The picture scroll depicts a vast sea of flowers, and in this sea of flowers is a beautiful woman.

The woman was dressed in a pale green gown, which reflected brilliant colors in the sunlight, and was very dazzling.

Although the costume is noble, the wisps of divine patterns embroidered on the surface of this costume are constantly instilling its internal spiritual power into this picture scroll.

On top of the woman's slender white fingers, she wears a heavy wrench, which seems to be incompatible with the palm, but it is a status symbol.

As a disciple of Qingling, Sun Wukong knew very well that the wrench finger was unique to the head of the sect, and the woman in this picture scroll should have also been in the head of Qingling.

Just a picture scroll has already shocked Sun Wukong, if the person in the picture scroll appears here, Sun Wukong really doesn't know how to accept the reality in front of him.

"Sun Wukong, approach the picture scroll, push open the secret door, I will wait for you in the underground palace." The call sounded again, followed the sound and cast his gaze, and finally condensed on the scroll.

Tentatively stepped forward, Sun Wukong raised his hand to push the cold wall in front of him, and in an instant, the noisy friction sound emerged with the rotation of the wall.

The sound flowed into the great hall like a tidal wave, and between the reverberations from left to right, it was dissolved into an incomprehensible sound, which was as imperceptible as the fluttering wings of a mosquito.

"It seems that the walls of this Tibetan Dharma Hall have also undergone special treatment, and they can actually dissolve this huge sound, which is not simple." Sun Wukong's whispers of admiration.

Maybe there will be no second person other than Sun Wukong who knows that under this silent night, someone actually opened the secret door of the Tibetan Dharma Hall and walked into the underground palace that had been silent for a hundred years.

Stepping on this solid step, he let the endless darkness around him completely swallow Sun Wukong's body, he didn't care about all the changes in front of him, and the long-term cultivation of the Demon Forest had made him accustomed to the darkness.

It was a shining light in the distance that attracted Sun Wukong's attention, and when he stepped into this land of fire, a picture that was enough to make him jaw-dropping came into his eyes.

Although this underground palace can barely deserve the word "palace", the various "ornaments" displayed here are somewhat unrelated to it, and it seems that they should not appear here.

Chains seem to be the main tone of the whole picture, and the cold and heavy chains are intertwined like cobwebs that envelop the entire dungeon.

A deep text that seemed to originate from the heavenly domain was imprinted on this iron chain, and vaguely, Sun Wukong could even feel the fluctuation of power from it.

With the flickering of the firelight, these words will reflect multiple layers of strange colors, adding an alternative depressive atmosphere to this underground palace.

Rather than saying that this is an "underground palace", it is better to have the name of "underground cell", which is more appropriate to the scene in front of you.

As for the one trapped at the intersection of the chains, it was a creature that looked like an aar, but behind it was a pair of white wings.

The creature's eyes were turquoise and as clear as hedrons, as if they were able to see everything in the world.

The limbs were covered with white fluff, and there was no trace of the claws at all, and I don't know if they were deliberately removed or gradually degraded because they had not been used for a long time.

Two golden curved horns grew on top of its huge head, and faintly, the power of thunder and lightning could be seen echoing among its horns.

Every time he gasped, a white mist erupted from his nose, and the temperature around the creature dropped in an instant.

Already feeling the surging aura in Sun Wukong's body, the creature slowly projected its gaze on Sun Wukong, and then suddenly spoke: "Sun Wukong, you are here." ”

"You, do you know me?" The other party's actions were enough to shock Sun Wukong, and the doubts in his eyes seemed to be the most perfect interpretation of this shock.

"Hehe, that's of course, because I am Bai Ze, and I can know the past and the present." The creature that called itself Bai Ze explained very casually.

ps: The mythical beast Bai Ze is here, and those who like Bai Ze will throw some recommended collections, thank you