"I heard the old man say that there used to be a temple on Zhongming Mountain. Isn't this the site of that temple?"

The temple on Zhongming Mountain has a legend that it already existed during the Han Dynasty.

In the Tang Dynasty, Zeng also entered a heyday.

At the beginning, it was offered to the three Qings, and later it was also offered to the Buddha.

Until the Qing Dynasty, there was no successor to the monks in this temple, so it was completely defeated.

In modern times, the locals of Mingyang City occasionally came to the temple to burn wild incense.

But then around the 60s, there was a shabby operation.

In this operation, the temple was gone.

It is also for this reason that the existence of this temple has never been seen even by Chen Yiyuan's generation.

Chen Jing also heard about some temple things when his grandfather was still alive.

But few people know the specific location of the temple.

After seeing the foundation on the side of the cliff at this time, Chen Jing was also a little sure.

It is impossible for anyone to come here to build a house on such a barren mountain and on the edge of a cliff. Therefore, this should be the site of the old temple. ’

Thinking of this, he became curious again.

He locked on to this area with his ability to be accurate, and in this area, there happened to be the site of an old temple.

'This ancient realm I'm looking for can't be opened up by the enlightened people in the temple before, right?'

This thought came to mind, and suddenly Chen Jing's hand was on the ground, and he felt a very weak traction.

This traction is indeed as Xiaohuan said, as if his hand is a magnet, and somewhere under the soil, there is a magnet.

"It's inductive!"

Chen Jing was overjoyed, and hurriedly looked around to make sure that there was no movement, so he increased the spiritual power in his hand and further probed.

When the spiritual power condensed in his palm increased, that kind of sensing power became more and more intense.

He chased this kind of induction, little by little to the edge of the cliff, this side of the tree with a crooked neck, and when he jumped on the tree, he saw that the original cliff was 5 meters from the ground, and there was a stone tablet behind it.

The stele was full of vines, but even so, it could be vaguely seen that the stele was square and vaguely engraved with handwriting.

Chen Jing's hand probed all the way over, and the closer he got to the stone stele, the stronger the power of induction.

"According to Xiaohuan, the strength of the power of induction is related to the size, and the power of induction here is so strong, this hidden ancient realm is not small. ”

Immediately, he stepped on the crooked neck tree, climbed to the side of the stele little by little, and reached out to tear off the vines on the stele.

After the vine was torn off, two words were immediately revealed - no phase!

The word is a small compilation.

On the surface, it is very weathered, but it does look very old.

Then, he pressed his palm on the stone tablet and continued to use his spiritual power to establish a connection with the ancient realm.

It lasted for about ten seconds, and an amazing scene finally appeared.

- On the top of the stele, a black hole suddenly appeared, as if a door had been opened out of thin air.

The darkness behind the door is bottomless, and I don't know the depth.

Chen Jing's eyes could have seen something 5 meters in diameter at night, but when he looked into the black hole, he couldn't see anything.

"Luckily I brought a flashlight. ”

Chen Jing immediately touched the mustard sac and took out a brand-new flashlight.

This is what he bought at a department store during his leisure time during the day.

Not only did I buy a flashlight, but I also bought some food and drink, anyway, the space of the mustard sac was large enough, as long as he thought it was needed, he bought one.

When the light of the flashlight shone inside, he could see a rough outline.

This is here, boxy, quite wide, almost the size of a basketball court.

And there is also a rockery, and there is a spring on the side of the mountain that trembles.

In front of the rockery, there is a person sitting with gray hair, but only rotten and dry bones have long been left.

In addition, on the four walls inside, there are flowers and shadows. It seems to be intertwined with the four seasons of flowers, and there are immortals and Buddhas flying, and its style characteristics are quite similar to the Dunhuang murals.

"Brother Jing, go in and have a look. Xiaohuan poked a head out of the collar of his shirt and looked inside, a little impatient.

"Good!"

After Chen Jing made sure that he didn't see any danger, he got into the black hole.

When he entered, the black hole suddenly brushed the ground and disappeared.

When he reached out and touched it, he couldn't touch anything.

"This ...... How can I get out of here?" Chen Jing panicked.

"It's okay, Brother Jing, as long as your palm is running again, the spiritual power will be pasted up, and the exit will naturally appear. This ownerless ancient realm is not so complicated to come and go. Xiaohuan said.

"Really?" Chen Jing also hurriedly used his spiritual power to try again, but when he turned his palm into spiritual power, the place where the black hole disappeared just now was indeed a twist, and then the wall suddenly opened, and a black hole appeared.

Through the black hole, he could clearly see the stars in the sky.

Seeing this, he breathed a sigh of relief.

If you can get in and out, it's good, if you can get in and out, it's over.

By the light of a flashlight, he looked along the mural.

The flowers in the previous paragraph are blooming, and after reading it, it will make people feel inexplicably happy.

The sun rises and the moon sets in the middle section, and after looking at it, it will also bring people a strange loneliness and sadness.

In the latter part of the fairy play, Chen Jing only glanced at it twice, and then he was dazzled to see that the fairies seemed to fly out of the mural, smiling sweetly and dancing around him.

"Brother Ajing?"

"Brother Ajing?"

"Brother Ajing?"

Chen Jing didn't know how long he was in a daze. It wasn't until Xiaohuan bit him on the arm and the pain spread that he came to his senses.

"Xiaohuan, what are you biting me for?"

"Brother Jing, you've been staring at the wall in a daze for more than ten minutes, I think you're stunned. Shouting should not be shouted. I can only bite you to make you sober. Xiaohuan said.

It's been more than ten minutes? Chen Jing's face changed slightly when he heard this, and he obviously only felt that he had just looked at it, "This painting is strange." ”

Immediately withdrew his gaze and stopped looking at it.

Then he touched his arm again, "You bit me, I won't be poisoned, right?"

He knows how powerful Xiaohuan's poison is.

"No, as long as you don't inject toxin, how can you be poisoned?" Xiaohuan said, spitting out a letter.

"That's good. Chen Jing breathed a sigh of relief.

After that, he came to the skeleton.

Although he didn't know whose skeleton it was, in line with the traditional etiquette of the deceased, Chen Jing bowed to it three times.

But as soon as he finished bowing, the bones crackled, scattered into a pile of dust, and fell to the ground.