Eh, isn't that right? Why is this old thing staring at me like a wax figure? Don't let me give one step in place, "die, die, die".

I cautiously poked the old man with my finger on the body, and hey, that old thing fell limply at the touch of it.

To be more strict, it was his human skin that fell. This old gang of vegetables actually played with me to paint the skin, leaving only a human skin, and his real body turned out to be a golden cicada shell, and he slipped away.

Holy, what the hell is this? Is it a snake or a lobster, why do you still have a wild way to play molting, it's too unruly, right?

I was scolding the street in a fit of rage, and a man's voice came from the empty Buddhist hall inexplicably.

The voice was cold and high-pitched, with a hissing sound like that of a poisonous snake spitting out a letter, and this voice, along with his host, had become the male number one in my nightmares countless times, and I had killed him countless times in my dreams.

But how did he end up here?

The voice walked through the Buddha hall wantonly, filling every inch of space: "Boy, don't be three days, you should be impressed, okay, your mana has grown." It's a pity, if you know what secret you have in your body and can use it freely, then you can easily kill me, alas, alas, hahaha......"

"Mo Fei, you're still dead, what's the matter, last time Uncle Li beat you up, your skin is itchy again, I want you Kai Ye to give you another Thai massage." I shouted at the empty Buddha hall.

"Hmph, boy, it's useless to be stubborn, you just entered the formation gate in this stacked robbery and killing array, and whether you can break through the rest of the sub-formations next depends on your creation. Tut-tut, I really can't bear to see you go down like this to accompany Li Shiqi's dead old ghost, it's a pity, it's a pity. Mo Fei's voice was still floating left and right in the Buddha hall.

I secretly opened my eyes to see if this grandson had used stealth techniques, but the Buddhist hall was really empty, and there was not even a single ghost hair.

"Okay, don't waste your time, I'm not a ghost, you can't see me. Well, that's all I have to say, and for the rest, you can ask for yourself, boy. Oh, by the way, that fat guy and chick are nice, and those demons love them...... Meat, hahaha" Mo Fei laughed wildly, and his voice faded away.

Fuck, I know that Mo Feiming deliberately provoked me and disturbed my mind by saying this, but I still couldn't help but worry about the fat man and Lin Fei'er, and I don't know how the two of them are now, whether they really fell into the hands of Mo Feiming.

No matter, as long as you rush out, you will have a chance to kill them, otherwise, it is tantamount to sitting still.

The thought of this made me feel so proud that I casually put an oil lamp in my backpack (this thing is too evil. You need to study it carefully), and then tighten your belt (the Japanese immortal board, after a fierce battle, the stomach is even hungrier), ready to come to the tiger mountain, knowing that there is a tiger in the mountain, to the tiger mountain.

I walked around the temple and wondered how the thangka-covered hall was a fully enclosed room, and the only exit was the entrance when I came.

But if I go out of the exit, I'm back to the brick kiln, and then I'm back to the black cave again. It is clear that this route is wrong.

Then, there should be another secret passage in the Buddha hall, or how did the grandson slip away just now? Could it be that Cheng Ya learned Qimen Dunjia, and failed to change the soil?

At this moment, I suddenly remembered a single-player game "Vietnam Special Forces" that I was obsessed with when I was in the police academy, and I needed to find a hidden tunnel entrance to complete the game.

Could it be that there is another mechanism in this Buddhist hall?

I went around the Buddha hall and began to knock on the large bluestone slabs on the ground one by one, but, just by feeling, each heavy bluestone slab must have a **100 catties, to say that there is a tunnel below, I think that unless the Hulk comes, you can lift the stone slab to find the hole, obviously, the answer to the tunnel can be ruled out.

I started knocking on the wall in a circle, to be honest, I was also deeply poisoned by martial arts novels, and I always wondered if there would be a secret door on the wall, a mezzanine or something. However, after turning around, the smooth wall looks like the yellow mud and sand stirring glutinous rice soup, its hardness is not inferior to the cement of the big mark, the hands are all bald, there is a hairy secret door, not even a mouse hole.

Now I was a little troubled, I took out a cigarette, leaned over to the butter lamp on the table, lit it, and was smoking there "let's da", tastelessly, suddenly I had a flash of inspiration, and when I looked up, I looked at the statue that seemed to be a mixture of men and women, and laughed.

Now that the ground and walls have been eliminated, the suspicion of the only Buddha statue in this room that can hide dirt and dirt has risen sharply, and it seems that this demonic and lustful Buddha statue is very strange!

I climbed up to the offering table, and looked left and right, up and down with this Buddha statue, not to mention, its casting art is really ingenious, not only the faces of male and female Buddha statues are vivid, but also even the folds and textures of the face are depicted in detail, which can be called a national treasure-level art treasure.

What's even more paradoxical is that even the intimate three-inch sub-umbilicus between men and women and the official activity center (you know, hehe) are carefully built according to the 1:1 ratio, which makes me react when I see it, and suddenly I think of the tireless pistol friend?? Teacher Cang.

However, I touched and pressed on the male and female Buddha statues, sweating my head, and I didn't find any mechanism. In the end, there was only a small piece of three-inch things under the umbilicus and the triangular area of the official activity center that was not checked, I gritted my teeth, and my heart said that it was a pervert, a voyeur, and a shameless one, look, because the more these places, the easier it is to go wrong, otherwise how could Chongqing Lei Ge and his 10 brothers-in-law capsize here, the lesson is very profound.

As soon as I thought of this, I felt that I should have seen it more, so I blushed and looked at those two amorous "scourges" It was a good study, if someone had come in at that time and saw me burrowing into the private parts of the male and female Buddha statues, they would definitely shout to come and watch the "sullen and strange man" with heavy taste.

But what is frustrating is that I played and pressed on those two things for a long time, and I was about to vomit, but I still didn't find any secret passage mechanism.

I jumped down from the offering table in despair, and saw that the base of the Buddha statue was a lotus platform carved from a whole piece of pineapple wood, so I sat down against the lotus platform, ready to take a rest, and sort out my messy thoughts.

I leaned back, and was about to close my eyes and sleep for a while, but the whole person fell into the lotus platform with an upside-down onion, and then, along a slope that felt like it should be paved with stone slabs, rolled down with a grunt.

It turns out that those lotus petals carved from pineapple wood are actually active, and as long as the external force touches them, they will fall inside, revealing the entrance to the secret passage.

Hey, life is always so sad and joyful, and the entrance to the secret passage that I didn't find with all my efforts was stumbled upon by me.

Damn, this feeling of weightlessness is so fucked up, and it keeps me running into it again and again, what the hell is that. Your uncle, play with me, if you have the ability to play with me.

I cursed like a vexatious shrew, grinning at the pain of my head being banged around like a bowling ball.

Fortunately, this secret road downhill is not long, and when I just greeted the second aunt of Mo Feiming, I turned over with a clean salted fish, and I fell on a piece of sand.

I rubbed my numb knee and stood up to see where it had gone. I looked around like this, and I wondered, what kind of place is this, how does it look like the pyramids of Egypt?

I saw that the walls around me were all made of large stones, and there were brightly colored murals painted on them, and the characters on them were all open-chested and bare-backed, and the hair on their heads was all kept like a power train, and they were not from the Central Plains.

And there are cows, horses, camels, hunting, expeditions, weddings and funerals, etc., all of which are similar to the murals of the Xianbei, Tubo and other dynasties that I have seen in the history books before.

I am not surprised to say that this is the burial place of ethnic minorities, because it is about 10 hours away from Hailar in Alihe Town, Oroqen Autonomous Banner, 10 kilometers north of it, that is, on the granite cliff halfway up the Gashan Mountain in the majestic Great Xing'an Mountains, there is a famous Gaxian Cave, which is the habitat of the ancestors of the Northern Wei Dynasty.

Therefore, it is not surprising that even the ancient tombs of ethnic minorities were found in Hailar.

I wondered, there were no torches or emergency lights in this stone room, so where did the light come from? I stepped on it again (northeastern dialect: xuemo, meaning to look around), and I was really shocked: at the bottom of the stone wall, that is, at the base of the wall that meets the ground, there are oil lamps in a circle, which are no different from the ones in my backpack.

You think, I'm alone in the tomb of a certain minority buddy of a certain dynasty, and surrounded by oil lamps that are flickering blue flames, that guy, how does it look like a mourning hall! Who knows if if you will come across one or even several old rice dumplings that exude a thousand-year-old rancid stench if you go inside?

Damn, just with the plastic physique of my buddy, if you want to say that you can barely cope with some ghosts and demons by drawing talismans and chanting spells, but if you really want to meet the old zongzi of the legendary K-1 fighting king who can carry the Ding and bravely crown the three armies, it will really be a monkey eating mustard and numb claws.

At this time, I miss the fat man very much, if this guy wants to be by my side at this time, with his own excellent underworld genes that he already has to fight and die, coupled with Xu Yujing's ruthless role in his body, it is estimated that it should not be difficult to take down a zongzi.