I don't know why, but when I saw that warm orange-red light, I didn't feel nervous anymore, I didn't feel the slightest bit of fear, and even my tired body returned to its normal state at this time.

Really, I'm not sleepy at all, I feel like I've just woken up from a sleep, and I'm in great energy.

"Yuan Changshan?"

There was a hoarse, high-pitched voice from the cave, as I had heard that day, the voice of the evil lama.

"It's me." I crouched on the edge of the cliff and cautiously replied, "Hello old-timer." ”

"You've already passed the first two levels, right?" The evil lama asked me.

"It's over!" I replied hurriedly.

"No wonder"

The evil lama sighed, as if thinking something, and was silent for a long time.

After a few minutes, the evil lama spoke: "The anger in your body is very heavy, and this is not a good thing. ”

"Yes! Who's to say it isn't! I hurriedly followed the words of the evil lama and said, "I have to help me solve this matter!" Old-timers, I"

"You come in first, it's windy outside, and after a while, it'll be very cold in the mountains."

Hearing this, I agreed, carried my luggage, and carefully climbed down the cliff edge.

I have to say that, judging from this short conversation I had with the evil lama, this grandson is much easier to get along with than I thought.

The first time I saw this Buddha was on the road on the day I first went up the mountain.

This old guy gave me the impression that he was a standard mummy, and that he had just come out of the body and was moist.

That grandson doesn't seem to be so kind, right??

Or did I have too little to do with it, that's why?

"Old-timer, excuse me."

Before entering the cave, I made a special greeting to the evil lama, and after hearing it hum, I went in with my luggage.

At this moment, the cave I am in must have been artificially made.

Judging from the smoothness of the edge of the cave and the sides of the top of the stone wall, there are indeed traces of artificial polishing, and it is very obvious.

There are many dense dents on the walls of the cave on the upper and lower sides, and when you look at them, these dents are quite familiar, as if I have seen them somewhere

"This is a Buddhist scripture engraved in Sanskrit, right?" I asked curiously.

The evil lama snorted and said, yes.

"This place where you live is quite elegant." I laughed, and then turned off the flashlight.

The entrance corridor of this cave is a little narrow, but the area inside is not small, about the size of a basketball court.

It's not so much a cave as a stone chamber, and everything looks so orderly.

At the end of the stone room, the evil lama sat cross-legged, facing the Buddha statues carved out of the stone wall, fiddling with the Buddha beads in his hand, and carrying me without saying a word.

At this time, the evil lama was still dressed like the one I had seen at the beginning.

From head to toe, he was wrapped in black strips of cloth, looking like a mummy, compared to the injustice of the evil people wearing Taoist robes, the appearance of the evil lama is indeed a bit buried.

On the ceiling in the middle of the stone chamber, a turquoise copper lamp hangs high.

That lamp is supposed to burn oil, right?

I can smell that.

Judging from this familiar patina, this oil lamp should be a certain age, and it should be made of bronze

I walked under the bronze oil lamp and looked at it for a while, and suddenly I realized that something was wrong.

Although the light emitted by this oil lamp is enough to illuminate the entire stone chamber, and even the orange light can be dispersed along the corridor, but from my point of view, the light emitted by it is very faint, not even an ordinary flashlight.

When I looked at it, it was as if someone had splashed it with black paint, and in an instant I couldn't see my fingers.

But when I turned my eyes to look at the rest of the stone chamber, the eerie darkness was gone.

"Old-timer, this lamp is a bit weird." I couldn't help but open my mouth and asked the evil lama, "This should be a magic weapon, right?" ”

"It's an everlasting lamp that I made myself." The evil lama replied, his voice very soft, and although it still sounded a kind of sharp hoarseness, it was not as harsh as it had been at first.

Changming lantern, I have seen this kind of thing in books, Shen Han and the blind boss also popularized relevant knowledge with me when they were chattering.

Ordinary ever-bright lanterns, probably referring to the ever-bright lanterns in local customs, most of them are lit on Chinese New Year's Eve, as long as the ever-bright lamps are lit, then they cannot be artificially blown out, unless it is to the point where the lamp oil burns out or extinguishes itself, which can replace the ever-bright lamp.

In the tomb robbery and our metaphysics industry, the three words of the everlasting lamp contain a lot of things.

Not to mention the everlasting lamps that burn forever in the thousand-year-old tombs, the everlasting lamps that the blind boss said are much more complicated than ordinary people imagine.

Because this kind of thing is not something that can be made simply by gathering enough materials, it must be made by someone who knows how to cast a spell on the lamp, and then draw qi into the lamp, so as to achieve the purpose of burning for thousands of years.

The reason why those everlasting lamps in the ancient tomb can burn for so many years is because of their special materials.

But this kind of ever-bright lamp, compared with the ever-bright lamp of metaphysics, is more than a step worse.

"The everlasting lamp in the ancient tomb can be blown out by the wind and extinguished by the water." When the blind boss said this to me, there was a kind of stinging meaning, that is, the expression of "Mr. Lao Tzu is too awesome" on his face.

When I heard him say this, I didn't think much about it, so I asked him casually, how powerful is the everlasting light in the field of metaphysics?

"The ever-bright lamp made by magic burns not oil, but gas." The blind boss replied to me like this: "Yin, Yang, and earth, these three kinds of qi are the most commonly used, it can be said that the lamp of the ever-bright lamp is a magic instrument that draws qi and gathers qi, and the qi naturally gathers over, and then it will begin to burn, this kind of fire burned out by the gas, the water cannot be extinguished, the wind cannot be extinguished, even if you throw the whole lamp into the water, it can still burn." ”

In the blind boss's narration, the ever-bright lamp is called a, unless it is a situation where the qi is isolated, if not, the fire in the lamp will not be extinguished.

This kind of "burning" lantern is mostly called a magic weapon.

And the everlasting lamp lit by the evil lama is also called a dharma instrument.

That is to say, there is a great possibility that the bronze lamp I saw is the kind of strange thing that the blind boss said.

Damn, this thing is rare, in our industry, there are only a dozen people who have seen this kind of everlasting lamp, that is a ratio of thousands to ten, you can imagine how rare this strange thing is.

But no matter how I look at it, I really haven't seen a long-lasting lamp that burns gas, but how do I feel that this thing burns oil?

I can smell the oil!

"Senior, is this burning oil or gas?" I asked curiously.

Don't blame me for talking too much, I'm a normal gentleman, I definitely couldn't suppress my curiosity at that time, after all, the magic weapon of the ever-bright lamp is too rare, and I finally saw it once, so I must ask.

When the evil lama heard my question, he replied to me directly.

"Gas."

"Why do you smell oil?" I asked curiously.

The evil lama didn't speak, but turned his head and stared at me intently.

Its eyes were very different from the first time I saw them, and now they can't see bloodshot at all.

At this moment, the whites of its eyes are clearly separated from the iris.

The whites of the eyes, pure white and spotless, look like they are fake.

As for the iris, it is extremely dark.

The black color that is pure to the extreme is similar to the black fog I appear when I use the mountain and river qi.

A pair of eyes, black and white.

I can't say anything else, it's really hard to explain in words, but as far as I think, these eyes are too clean.

Since I was a child, I have only seen such clean eyes a few times.

Coming closer, Luo Nengjue's old-timer's eyes are like this, clean and pure, like a baby.

Looking at the eyes of the evil lama, I couldn't help but mutter, could it be that the eyes of people who practice Buddhism are so clean?

At this point, the evil lama answered my question.

"I made this oil lamp myself, and it burned my gas, so the smell of this oil lamp may be a bit like the smell of corpse oil."

"Corpse Oil ?!!"

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