As soon as Ye Zhiqiu and Song Wenjie left, the dry smile on the general's face instantly retracted, took off his backpack and rummaged on the ground.

"Old thing, that painting is our last clue, you can send it if you say it." I asked, dumbfounded.

"A bunch of blind things, a painting makes you can't tell the difference between the southeast and the northwest, and you pull it to the command of the dead, and then wait for you to continue, maybe that door will be closed by the ghost door of the underworld that you say sooner or later." The general didn't raise his head and curse.

"Uncle Wei, this is indeed the meaning on the picture scroll, I really think so, that door should be a door that implies blocking the two worlds of yin and yang." Gong Jue crouched down and asked.

"You are usually quite clever, why do you follow the confusion, let me ask you, four of the five flying heavens hold magic weapons of different religions in their hands." The general looked up at the palace lord intently. "You said it was the gate that blocked the two worlds of yin and yang, then tell me, which religion does this door belong to?"

"......" the palace lord was speechless.

"Buddhism has hell, Taoism has the underworld, shamans have the kingdom of the dead, I don't know what kind of scepter it is, and each religion has a different definition of the afterlife." The general said with a serious expression. "Take a magic weapon, you have a preconceived idea of what ghosts and gods, but you have also seen some of the world, there are really those things, we can still pestle here?"

"Don't say it, Uncle Wei is right." Tian Jihan smiled and nodded.

"Old thing, you have given away the paintings, you have to be responsible for this matter to the end, then what do you mean by the paintings left by Ling Xuan?" I asked.

"Four flying heavens holding four magic weapons, let me ask you, do ordinary people worship God or ghosts in their hearts?" The general asked seriously.

"You don't talk nonsense, you all say worship to God, who has heard of worshipping ghosts, of course they worship God." I replied disapprovingly.

"Nacheng, you said that you worship God and worship God, then you say, are you afraid of God or ghosts?" The general continued to ask meaningfully.

"......" I frowned, scratching my head and thinking for a long time. Really, there are many people who worship God, but there are even more terrible ghosts. ”

"That's right." The general clapped his hands and said. "The magic weapons held by the four flying heavens are all used to command the souls of the dead, and the ghosts have to listen to these flying heavens, do you dare to listen to them?"

"I understand what Uncle Wei means, there were many countries of different sizes in the Western Regions during the early Tang Dynasty, but these countries had their own religious beliefs, and the most extensive of them was the religion represented by the four flying heavens in the picture scroll." Ling Zhihan suddenly realized. "That is to say, someone is using the fear of ghosts and gods to manipulate the people of the Western Regions at that time."

"Even if what you say makes sense, it still can't explain the meaning of the flying door in the middle." I'm still a little confused.

"Not only are you blind in heart, but you are blind in your eyes." The general sighed heavily.

"What do you mean, old thing, then you say?" I asked.

"There is a door on the scroll, and the content of the mural here is exactly the same as the scroll, which means that there is also a door on the mural." The general replied with some impatience. "What can the door mean, the door is closed, you don't know how to open it."

"How do I open it?" Tian Ji asked in surprise.

The general got up from the ground, already had an extra shovel in his hand, handed it to Tian Ji, and pointed to the ruined mural: "Pry it open!" ”

"......" I was stunned for a moment, and slapped it on the door of the head, such a simple thing actually made such a big detour, how could I not have thought from the beginning that Ling Xuan left the picture scroll just to attract the people who found it here, and the purpose was obvious.

No wonder the general wants to open Ye Zhiqiu and Song Wenjie, if you want to open this door, you have to destroy the murals, the two of them will not agree in the estimation of life or death, especially Song Wenjie, with his wooden temperament, he may fight with us.

"Pry open?!" The field chicken was taken aback, and the Adam's apple squirmed. "This is something that has been thousands of years old, destroyed in my hands, I have to go back and let Zhiqiu know that I can still have a good life, not to mention, it really ruined our way out?"

"I didn't listen to what Song Wenjie said, what we did, it's not enough to die once, and it's not bad for one more." I shoved the shovel into the hands of the field chickens. "Besides, with short hands, Song Wenjie brought us to this place, and he was carrying it before the accident, not to mention that this mural can still be seen? It's useless to keep it, the real works have been given to him, what else can Song Wenjie say. ”

"You're so capable, you're coming." Tian Ji handed me the shovel.

"You know, I'm not afraid." I smiled awkwardly. "It's Ye Zhiqiu who knows that I did it, her mouth will keep chattering, I don't have a problem with her, you should help me stop the robbery."

Bang!

Before we could speak, we heard the sound of cracking, and turned my head to see the palace lord kicking on the mural without saying a word, glancing at us with contempt.

I smiled weakly, counting the few of us, he is not afraid of Ye Zhiqiu.

"Two big men, afraid of a yellow-haired girl, are not afraid of being embarrassed when they say it." The palace lord must not look at us all the time.

"Yes, you are the master, I will turn back to you......" I said halfway through with a hippie smile, my eyes fell on the place where the palace lord kicked just now, the wall of the mural showed a thin crack, according to the proportion of the remaining spirit flags on the mural, the position was just on the door of the flying in the middle.

The murals are all depicted on thick walls, and no matter how hard they try, they will only cause the paint on the wall to fall, and the appearance of cracks only indicates that there are gaps in the back of the wall.

I took the shovel in the hand of the pheasant, and dug a few times in the crack, and saw a square recess behind the wall, in which a round thing was placed, and I carefully took it out and wiped off the dust on it, and what appeared in my hand was a simple and unpretentious but exquisite bronze mirror.

Look at the style should be the utensils of the early Tang Dynasty, the mirror surface is uniform and flawless, the light can shine on people, there are casting ingenious patterns on the front of the bronze mirror, the sky is surging above, the rivers below are rippling, the reflection is reflected in the mirror, the water of the rivers seems to be flowing very expressively.

I flipped the mirror over and there was a jet-black jade stone in the center of the back, next to it with four lines of vertical and horizontal inscriptions from top to bottom.

The seven-foot dragon mirror transmits the beacon fire,

Looking at Rong Di from afar, he wants to capture the country.

Among the flowers of the three thousand worlds,

Only God can see the Vientiane Palace.

"Vientiane Palace!" Our eyes fell on the last three words. "Ling Xuan really left the secret of the Vientiane Divine Palace here!"

Zhuo Mingfeng, who had been silent, as if he had nothing to do with himself, turned around and walked out after casually looking at a few glasses beside him.

"Where are you going?" I looked at his back and asked in surprise.

"You have found something, since there is an inscription on this mirror, presumably Ling Xuan will not let you find the Vientiane Divine Palace so easily, it seems that you will have to figure out the meaning of it for a while." Zhuo Mingfeng said without looking back. "A lonely city of ten thousand mountains, this Dunhuang has a lot of exotic customs, since you are here, don't spoil the scenery, wait until you unravel it and tell me."

Looking at Zhuo Mingfeng's back disappearing outside the grotto, the rest of us looked at each other, at this juncture, he finally made progress, and he was still in the mood to enjoy the scenery of Dunhuang.

"Is this person's brain abnormal, he wants to find the Vientiane Shrine like us, and finally got a clue, but he doesn't care at all, just leave." Gong Jue said arrogantly.

"People are much smarter than us, this is called smearing oil on the soles of the feet, slipping." Tian Ji suddenly moved quickly to clean up the things on the ground.

"Why did Zhuo Ye slip away?" Ling Zhihan seemed to be polite to everyone, even Zhuo Mingfeng, who made her kneel.

"You're not talking nonsense." Tian Ji pointed to the mural where I had dug a hole. "This is a matter of losing his head, since the thing has been found, Zhuo Mingfeng has remembered the things on it again, and he is still here waiting to die."

I thought about it right, this hole is not small, this place should not stay for a long time, I beckoned the others to hurry up, out of the grotto I closed the iron door outside, the murals here have long been damaged, anyway, almost no one will come to repair.

In case something really happens, Ye Zhiqiu has been with Song Wenjie all the time, at least when Song Wenjie leaves, the mural is still intact, so it will not implicate Ye Zhiqiu.

After putting away the bronze mirror, we immediately rushed back to the hotel, since the inscription in the bronze mirror is very clear, only God can see the Vientiane Palace, indicating that as long as we decipher the secret on this bronze mirror, we should be able to find the Vientiane Palace.

"Just a few of us can crack this thing?" Tian Ji lay on the table and turned over and looked at the bronze mirror in his hand. "The clues left by Ling Xuan are ghosts and ghosts, a push back map makes the Ling family want to break their heads, since this thing is directly related to the whereabouts of the Vientiane Divine Palace, it is estimated that it is even more difficult than pushing the back map."

I kicked Tian Ji under the table, he has never been heartless, although the speaker had no intention, but Ling Zhihan next to him pursed his lips and buried his head, his face was full of shame.

"I don't mean anything else, it's really not that you can't do it, those ancestors of your family just don't have the surname Zhuo's brains turning fast." Tian Ji originally wanted to comfort Ling Zhihan, but when the words came out of his mouth, he always felt that the taste had changed.

"He has this virtue, he can't say it in his mouth, and his heart is simpler than anyone else." I took the mirror back from Tian Ji's hand and put it in front of Ling Zhihan. "Zhuo Mingfeng refuses to help, we don't count on him, I believe you will be able to solve it."

"Actually, Zhuo Mingfeng is also interesting enough, he obviously knows the secret on the back map, he doesn't say it because he wants to make things difficult for us, this thing is more of the Ling family, Zhuo Mingfeng should still respect Ling Xuan, and he hopes that the secret she left behind will come out of the mouth of the Ling family." The general pulled out a cigarette and said in a pertinent voice. "I have dealt with Zhuo Mingfeng only once, although this person is perverse and eclectic, but I don't think he looks like a traitor, he is not here now, just right, you go all out to see if you can break through this bronze mirror, which can be regarded as justifying your Ling family."