The two stone doors are majestic and polite, about two meters wide and three meters high. After entering, it was only a little more than a meter deep, and I saw a circular chamber with an area of only 11 or 2 square meters. There was nothing in it, except for a futon placed on the ground in the center.

Look left, empty, empty.

Look to the right, swing the sky, swing the sky.

At a glance, at a glance.

Grandma's, it's cleaner than grandpa's!

The color of the futon is golden, and at first glance it is made of straw stalks, and in the north it is also woven from corn cob husks. There is no shortage of anything on the shore of Dongting Lake, but there is no shortage of rice. After spring, the crazy spring bamboo shoots shed their shells, wilted when exposed to the sun, and curled up into the shape of a branch of brushes. At this time, people gather and wait until autumn to spray water to moisten it, tear it into strips, and tie bundles of straw to weave futons or mats.

It seems that the immortal in the cave is a Jiangnan person!

However, you're too picky, and you don't leave anything for the master.

Man Jianghong scolded in his heart, but he didn't dare to shout out loud. Although he is not very respectful of ghosts and gods, he has been nurtured since he was a child, and there is still a little fear of it. The king does not hear it, the whispers of the world, the sky is like thunder, the dark room is deceitful, and the eyes of the gods are like electricity.

He will not be stupid enough to kowtow on the futon thousands of times, hoping that a secret book of magic will fall out of it, and he will be invincible in the world from now on.

In this era of information explosion, there is no mystery in the inheritance of knowledge. Even if you go back in time more than 100 years ago, what rolls out of the futon is the mass-energy equation of the sage Albert Einstein: E=mc05, which stood at the pinnacle of human civilization for thousands of years as soon as it was first introduced. But if we can't wait for other research fields to keep up with the same development, the development of applied science matures, and finally make an atom-bomb with all the strength of the country, it will still be useless!

Someone sat down on the futon with a humming gas, took out the peach pit on his chest, and the tight lines on his face immediately softened a lot.

"Hey, green calyx ......"

"Green Calyx, you big fool, you can come out. ”

"Green calyx, you stupid flower, come out and watch the gods move......"

He whispered softly for a while, but seeing that the nuclear boat still did not respond, he could only tuck it back into his jacket pocket.

She should have returned to the bottom of the eagle's beak cliff, it's too nonsense, you must criticize her well in the future!

He comforted himself, feeling cold underneath him.

Something is wrong, this futon is a bit quirky.

Man Jianghong got up and took a step to the side, squatted down again, and studied this common thing in the water towns in the south of the Yangtze River.

The golden and plump straw, which has not turned dull and grayish-brown, has not been worn, indicating that it is the new furniture of the poor and skinny fairy. Well, it looks like it's the only piece of furniture!

When touched with your hands, it is cool and smooth, and there is no rough prickly feeling of straw, no wonder this guy does not have to be covered with a cloth cover.

If you look closely, the surface of the futon is covered with a transparent shell, like glass. The knuckles are tapped, and the sound is clear. I pushed it with my hands, but I didn't move, as if the futon had been tightly bonded to the stone floor.

Someone gasped.

He understood that this was the effect of aura condensation, like ice crystals.

He immediately turned on the Sky Eye mode, and suddenly there was a white expanse in front of him. The eye of heaven can clearly see the true qi of the human body, and the aura that ordinary people cannot see. But if you are in an environment full of aura, you can't see anything clearly.

He put away his eyes, looked around at the cave wall, and rubbed it carefully with the palm of his hand, and it felt all the same.

He ran out of the cave and even climbed a cliff several meters high, and found that the entire stone wall, including the coral, was glazed.

Even those countless pieces of sand.

What a strong aura it takes, and how many years it takes to form!

The aura that is extremely rare in the outside world is worse than the cabbage bang here!

He also understood that the energy that provided this majestic and magical light curtain under the sea must come from the aura.

In front of you is clearly an incomparably powerful formation!

The light is probably only auxiliary, and the light source is hidden under this sandy beach. He had wanted to lift the sand in search of the treasure, but now he didn't dare to move it. Obediently, if this accidentally destroys something, hundreds of millions of tons of seawater will have to crush people to death!

The dream of making a fortune was shattered, he hung his head, still unwilling, and hurriedly ran back to the cave, thinking that the top of the cave was inlaid with a huge night pearl, and the cave wall was also engraved with words, to see if there was a chance.

Directly above the futon, the three-meter-high dome is inlaid with a bead the size of a sea bowl that emits a soft white light.

Although he jumped up and reached out to touch it, he only watched it quietly for a while and gave up. First, the bead is inlaid into the dome, and the surface is also covered with a layer of "colored glass", which is integrated with the entire cave wall, and it is not easy to pry. Besides, it was empty, and there was no ladder and drill, so it was not strong. Second, he didn't know if this bead was involved in the formation, so he didn't dare to move.

The beads that can emit light on their own, if they don't have radiation, don't get the master out of leukemia!

Someone jumped out of the "lamp" and looked at the cave wall on the right according to the ancient people's habit of writing from right to left.

"I don't see the immortals before, and I don't see the comers after. Thinking of heaven and earth, I am alone and crying!"

Well, the regular script seems to be following Yan Zhenqing's path, square and regular, but clumsy. Chen Ziang's "Song of Denggu Youtai" has been changed by one word, and the forced style seems to have risen a lot.

This girl should be the Empress Zetian's contemporaneous or later person, with a pedantic and honest personality, and her handwriting is really good, so she must have not received systematic education.

Someone pursed his lips, and while he was slandering in his heart, he poked his fingers into the pen marks and groped, and his expression gradually froze.

The words "feelings" are not carved with a chisel, but drawn directly with the fingers.

Big brother, don't scare me, I'm cowardly. This is a rock deposited in the deep sea for thousands of years, and it is extremely hard, not your tofu block!

Someone put away his contempt and continued to look down.

This line of words dragon flying phoenix dance, into the stone three points, it is almost like breaking the wall and flying away.

"God is safe, the immortals are safe, the Buddha is safe, the heavens and people are safe?"

Seeing this, Man Jiang was happy.

Hehe, it seems that you haven't become an immortal when you're old, you're scared to death of a baby, no wonder you have no place to vent your depression. Gods, immortals, and Buddhas are easy to understand, but what do heavenly beings mean? After all, the so-called celestial beings of Buddhism and the so-called celestial beings of Taoism are still very different.

After venting, the state of mind of the person who wrote was much calmer, but below was a neat and neat small letter.

"Yu Yu is reckless, and he speaks wildly, and people think he is crazy......"

Wait, this context is a bit familiar, as if I've seen it somewhere.

Man Jianghong frowned and thought about it for a while, but he still didn't know the point, so he didn't bother anymore and continued to look down. After only seeing a few lines, his body trembled, and he knew who this person was. When I finished reading the full version, I was horrified that I didn't even dare to have more atmosphere.

It turned out that in the process of the peasant uprising at the end of the Yuan Dynasty, this person helped Zhu Yuanzhang, the Taizu of the Ming Dynasty, to pacify the world, and then went to Lushan to cultivate. Later, Lao Zhu sent someone to look for him, but he couldn't be annoyed, so he simply wandered around looking for immortals. Later, Zhu Yuanzhang died, and his favorite grandson, Emperor Jianwen, succeeded him. As a result, the fourth son, Yanwang Zhu Di, jumped out, the first to express his dissatisfaction, rebelled, fought the five-year battle of Jingyan, and broke through the city of Nanjing, which was for the Yongle Emperor. In order to repay Lao Zhu's favor, this person rescued Emperor Jianwen from the sea of fire and took him overseas.

Writing and writing, it seems to have become the chatter of the old man.

For example, Emperor Jianwen was only a young man in his early twenties when he crossed the sea, gritting his teeth at his uncle's usurpation, dreaming of returning to his hometown, and even unrealistically begging his grandfather's old brother to uphold justice, "Flying sword kills this fang!"

The old man was a pacifist who was reluctant to fight again, so he first persuaded him with good words, but later he became impatient and reprimanded: "Uncle Er is good at fighting and can serve the four people; Among them, the advantages and disadvantages are virtuous and foolish, and they are all ant games!"

After Emperor Jianwen heard this, he was speechless and did not eat for three days. Later, he became a monk and became the only disciple of the old man.

Where they lived, "there was no pen and paper in their country, but the sheepskin mallet was thinly blackened, and the thin bamboo was cut into a pen, and the white ash was dipped in words, like an earthworm." ”

This is also a little too backward, and of course the dignified son of heaven has the responsibility of educating folk customs. So Emperor Jianwen established the Nanhai Sect with great interest and was inaugurated as the first CEO, the patriarch sect leader. As for whether he still has the idea of fighting back, only God knows. And the old man just watched silently and continued his great cause of searching for immortals.

This full page of text is like a life narrative. Man Jianghong gasped several times, swallowed his saliva with a grunt, and digested this huge amount of information.

It is no wonder that the emperor of the Ming Dynasty did not hesitate to mobilize his troops to build a family temple in Lushan; no wonder the whereabouts of Emperor Jianwen were concealed in the history of the Ming Dynasty, and there were many loopholes; no wonder that as soon as the Yongle Emperor came to power, he hurriedly roared and roared under the pretext of visiting Zhang Sanfeng to seek the world, sent Zheng He to the West seven times, and moved the capital from Nanjing, a gentle and prosperous place, to the cold and bitter Beijing, and put up a propaganda banner of "the Son of Heaven guards the country." This seems to be patting his chest to an old man and assuring, "I'm a good emperor, don't fly a sword ......!"

This old man is - Zhou Lu, the only immortal who has risen to prominence in Taoism for 800 years and has been canonized by the emperor!

Man Jianghong slowly moved to about one and a half meters in front of the futon, knelt down, and kowtowed on the ground.

He didn't have the idea of climbing the high branches, but he just felt that this old man was so close to him after 800 years, which was really incredible and admirable. What's more, the nameless recipe was born from Zhu Fugui's pranayama method and his own meditation method, and what supported the skeleton was the cultivation method obtained from "Strange Tales of Xiaoyuan". Although those methods are very fragmented and unsystematic, it cannot be denied that this old man from 800 years ago has given him great benefits.

This, it seems, maybe it's probably possible, I should be counted as a half-disciple of your old man's family, then won't the Nanhai Sect become my disciple and grandson? Look at this generation, it's a mess, there's a good show!

"Knock ......"

The sound is not right, there seems to be a hole underneath.

Could it be like the legend that a secret room was slammed out of it, filled with jewels?

Beneath his feet was a whole slab of swarthy and seamless, like mirrored marble, and there was no difference at all. Man Jianghong lifted the eye of heaven and found that there was a curling white mist rising from the place where he kowtowed. If you think about it, you can understand that the huge space under the dome must always have a source of spiritual energy, and the emotional spiritual veins are under this stone. If you don't find it by chance, and you don't have the eye of the sky, it's extremely difficult to find.

He was stunned for a moment, and said in frustration, the moon is poopy, and his luck is really not good.

I know that this spiritual vein is extremely precious, and I can't take it with me. If it would be nice to have a gas canister, it would be a small amount of money to fill it with hundreds of cylinders and go wholesale and retail in front of the major Xiuzhen sects. Besides, don't say that I can't pry open the slate, and I don't dare to pry it if I borrow a gut. If you destroy your old formation and the sea water pours in, wouldn't you die too unjustly!

In addition, have you ever ascended to the throne when you are old? The stone tablet that the old Zhu Tou paid tribute to you 800 years ago is still standing on Lushan Mountain.

Man Jianghong looked at the handwriting on the left wall, and his heart was pounding.

Although the things written on the right wall are earth-shattering, they are all human affairs. In the eyes of the old man, the battle for the throne is just a fight between ants. So on the left wall, what will be there?

He thought of the great monk Gesang's words of destroying the world for no reason, and his heart was apprehensive, but he was full of expectations.

He had a premonition that a magnificent and magnificent scroll was slowly unraveling.