I hurriedly looked back and found that the master had successfully unlocked the door and was pushing the door open with all his might.

I beckoned Nini and the little monk, and then stepped back while hitting the pig-faced bat, but fortunately, these pig-faced bats had been living in the dark and damp underground for a long time, and they were afraid of the light, and they did not dare to rush over.

The master pushed open the door and shouted, "Don't fight, retreat in."

I knew that I would be tired and exhausted sooner or later if I continued to fight, and after greeting and seeing that the little monk and Nini had retreated safely, the torch in my hand smashed a bat flying away, and quickly retreated to the bronze door.

Taking advantage of this, the master and the little monk hurriedly closed the door, and then breathed a sigh of relief.

The pig-faced bats outside frantically hit the bronze door, and the little monk found a few still intact war spears from the side to resist the door.

I took a breath and said, "This bastard, why the hell is all in the cemetery."

Cold sweat ran down my forehead like rain, but my heart was beating wildly, but after waiting for a long time to see that no one answered me, I looked back curiously, and the scene in front of me made my heart beat wildly again.

This time it wasn't because of fright, but because of shock.

In front of it is a lofty palace, resplendent in gold, and the surrounding lights illuminate the vicinity as bright as day.

The master, Nini and the little monk looked at the scene in front of them obsessively, even I was obsessed, what made me obsessed was not anything else, but the majestic palace in the distance.

I swallowed my saliva and said, "This can't fucking be made of pure gold!" “。

The little monk muttered to himself, "How much gold does it take to build such a huge palace?" “。

Standing directly below the magnificent palace like the heavenly palace, I felt that the whole person was extremely small. The palace is a special building, condensing all the essence of Chinese classical architectural style and technology, is the direct refraction of imperial politics and ethical concepts, as early as the Xia Dynasty, there is the prototype of the palace, the palace of the Han Dynasty inherited the style of the Qin Dynasty, although there are many reforms, but it is not much worse, and the peak period of the palace is the Sui and Tang dynasties, and the Ming and Qing dynasties in later generations can not be surpassed, but it is more refined in the subtleties.

Although the Bashu King is located in Jiangxi, a desolate place in the Han Dynasty, and is a Jiuli family, although he established himself as the king to dominate one side, but on the whole it was also a part of the Han Dynasty at that time, even if it was a palace built, it was naturally inseparable from the overall framework of the Han Dynasty.

Below the main hall is a long white marble step, the ancients advocated the extreme number of nine, implicitly in line with the meaning of the ninety-five supreme, the jade step is ninety-nine steps long. Although these jade steps are wide, they are extremely steep, winding up from below, leading to the temple gate in the distance. And the main hall is actually composed of 160 golden silk nanmu as the main body, only to see layers of gold bricks and jade tiles, purple pillars and golden beams, showing the luxury of this place.

These extremely luxurious scenes, in this deep and obscure underground, resplendent gold, majestic palace like a dream presented in front of us, let the four of us see dizzy and horrified, if not in advance to see a lot of creepy things hidden in this underground, I am afraid that this place will really be used as a mountain god to sleep place, this luxury is probably only God can enjoy.

And now, no matter how wonderful the vision is, there is always a preconceived feeling that there is an evil aura in it, no matter how decorated, no matter how luxurious, it is a palace for the dead, a big tomb. And in order to repair this big tomb, I don't know how many people died. There is a saying: 10,000 people cut wood, and one person ascends to heaven.

The white jade steps were quarried and inlayed, and over time, some damp places were covered with green moss, steep and slippery, probably due to the movement of geological plates, and the whole palace tilted outward, as if it could be turned over at any moment. And there are still some vertical and horizontal ravines on the steps.

The little monk looked at the golden hall in front of him dancing excitedly, and kept saying that when he went out, he would pick out a few jade tiles and gold bricks to sell for money, but because he walked too fast and the ground was steep and smooth, he almost fell into the bottomless crack of the jade steps.

Fortunately, the master quickly dragged him out, and after this moment, the little monk was so frightened that his face changed color, and he patted his chest vigorously, as we walked higher and higher, his feet stepped on the dangerous white jade steps, and he didn't dare to be careless at all.

The master vigilantly paid attention to the surroundings and reminded us: "Everyone be careful, I always feel that something is wrong here."

I looked left and right, the surrounding ever-bright lamp illuminated the neighborhood very clearly, through the master's explanation, I knew that the ever-bright lamp is made of East China Sea shark fish oil, ignited for thousands of years.

To say that the surrounding atmosphere is abnormal, I also feel it, but that is to say, it can't come up, in fact, we are already very careful without being reminded by the master.

After seeing the strange thing in the tomb of the Bashu King, every step now is frightened, and I don't know when something that can't be called will suddenly jump out again.

After a short walk, we were panting like oxen, this part of the jade staircase was already steep and smooth, and we had to be careful to avoid the cracks in the mountain. The master saw that the three of us were walking more and more slowly, so he dragged and dragged him, and finally rubbed on the platform.

After coming to the temple gate to make sure that there is no danger, we sat down and rested for a while, then we saw a stone tablet standing next to the temple gate, under the monument there was a stone man kneeling with a sad face, with shackles in both hands, making a gesture of atonement for sins, the stone tablet was written with a few big characters, the strokes were cumbersome and vigorous, just like the master's ghost painting talisman, I looked at it for a long time and was stunned and did not recognize a word.

I had to call the master to come and identify, the master glanced at it, then pointed to those things and said: "These are some witchcraft spells, similar to the charms in Taoism, but they are just curses on a person, and the person who carries the monument is Emperor Xuan of the Han Dynasty, which probably means that the sinner Liu Xun, in front of the Palace of Eternal Life, listens to the fairy words, and knows the way back."

After listening to it, I laughed and scolded: "This old man's obsession is too deep, and his hatred for Emperor Xuan is too deep, the entire underground palace, what is the name of the Palace of Eternal Life, I really regard myself as a fairy, don't I, and listen to the fairy words, I'll go to his uncle's!."

Nini said to me, "What emperor does not seek immortality? However, since the Qin Emperor and the Han Dynasty, most of the monarchs of later generations have understood that it is just a dream like light and shadow, birth, old age, sickness and death are the laws of nature, even if you are the true son of heaven, it is difficult to act against the sky. But even if they understand this, they still want to enjoy the glory and wealth of their lives after death, which is why they attach so much importance to the layout of the royal tomb. ”

The little monk suddenly interjected and said to Nini: "If they don't buy so many funeral goods in a lavish and extravagant manner, and covet the wealth and wealth in their lifetime, why would they have to spend their money to build this golden palace after death, so that many innocent people will die here in vain?" As he spoke, he raised his hand and smashed open the door of the temple with a magic pestle. The door of the hall was just closed, not locked, very heavy, smashed by the little monk a few times, and only a thin slit was opened, it was difficult to squeeze in, the outside was bright as daytime, but the inside was a black light blind, and nothing could be seen clearly.