In the Classic of Mountains and Seas, the candle dragon is entrenched in Zhongshan and is the god of Zhongshan.

The so-called son of Zhongshan is the son of the candle dragon.

Lin Ruoxue and the two were stunned for a moment, and then came back to their senses in an instant and looked at the mural on the wall. Only this time, the attention was not on the naked dragon, but on the relatively small bird next to it.

"It looks like an owl, barefoot and straight-beaked, yellow and white-headed......" The man stared at the bird on the mural, corresponding to the words in his head.

"Its sound is like a ...... of a hoof"

Lin Ruoxue's face showed a hint of abruptness: "The bird, it's the bird...... I should have recognized it! ”

"You should recognize it from the outside."?? She patted her head with some annoyance, and then stared at Jiang Xian with beautiful eyes: "Say, did you recognize it earlier?" Why didn't you tell me? ”

"It was just a guess." Jiang Xian's eyes drifted to the side and pointed to the mural: "I can only confirm when I see this, there are ostriches outside, and these are not candle dragons but drums." However, the content on this mural is obviously somewhat different from the Classic of Mountains and Seas. ”

"yes." The man with the sword looked at the mural intently, and said slowly: "In the Classic of Mountains and Seas, it is 'the face of a human and the body of a dragon', but this is the head of the dragon. And it said that the drum killed Baojiang in order to steal immortal medicine, was caught and killed by the Yellow Emperor, and turned into a salamander after death......"

"But on the mural, the candle dragon and the bird should have a symbiotic relationship."

"After the death of the drum, it turned into a bird, which should be misinformation under false rumors."

Jiang Xian nodded slightly, he also agreed with this, many events have been handed down from history to history, and they have long been unrecognizable. But...... The legend of the drum also involves the elixir of immortality, which is not necessarily accidental.

White Yujing in the sky, nine palaces and twelve cities.

Three thousand years of overall situation, three ways of immortality.

Long Tiansheng's words circulated in his mind that day, and he looked at the mural, could the so-called second immortal method be related to the cause of death of the legendary drum?

The thought flashed through his mind, and he turned to look at the mural on the side, his calm eyes instantly condensed.

On top of this mural, there is a figure, a very tall figure, who is sitting on the body of a drum. The remaining eight bowed their heads to the side, indicating submission and tameness. And on the outlying mountains, countless beasts and human figures worship in unison.

It was as if He was the center of the world, the only true God.

"How is that possible!" The man looked at the mural, his eyes full of disbelief: "Someone surrendered the drum? Make the drum your own pet and mount? Is this kind of giant beast really something that can be resisted and dealt with in ancient times? ”

Jiang Xian and Lin Ruoxue glanced at each other, and then said, "Don't forget, the brass that appears here is by no means something that any ancient dynastic force can have. ”

"Don't let what you know and what you know hold you back in your mind."

The man on credit was stunned for a moment, and then nodded with a wry smile: Yes, even such an exaggerated metal mechanism has been made here, and if you judge it with common sense, it will only be more and more outrageous.

Jiang Xian stared at the center of the mural, looking at the vague giant statue, and his heart was excited.

The credit knife man will think that the giant is painted so huge in order to show the status of the central man. But after experiencing Yun Mengze, he knew that the person who stood in the center back then might really be so tall.

Because he is the god that Rong Wu believes in—

Tray!

"Wait......" His expression changed slightly, and he looked at the figure riding a long snake in the center of the mural, and his eyes froze: "Pan...... Drum...... Pangu! ”

He turned his head suddenly, and like Lin Ruoxue, he read the shock in the other party's eyes.

"You two, what's wrong?" Seeing the expressions of the two, the man asked a little strangely.

"We got some information in Zhouhu Village." Jiang Xian turned around, pointed to the center of the mural, and looked at the credit knife: "In the center of this, the person who accepts the worship and worship, he has a name in ancient times, called——"

"Plate!"

"Disk?" The man on credit was stunned for a moment, and then his face changed suddenly: "Plate ...... Drum...... Pangu ...... Are you saying that he is the source of the Pangu myth? ”

"How is this possible!"

"No, it's possible." Lin Ruoxue stepped forward and looked at the person with the credit knife with her eyes: "Although Pangu is one of the founding gods of Huaguo, the legend of his groundbreaking origin originated from the southern ethnic minorities, and it only appeared for the first time in the "Three Five-Year Calendar" of the Three Kingdoms. ”

"Xu Quan is a native of Wu, and Jiangxi is in Wu. He came into contact with the Rong Wu people, and it was normal for him to obtain the legend of Rong Wu and adapt it. ”

"It's not all." Jiang Xian opened his mouth and said: "You must know that there are many versions of the legend of Pangu, among which some have a dragon head and a snake body, a dragon head and a human body, but the pure human Pangu appeared later. ”

"If you record the appearance of the disc riding drum, does it match exactly?"

The man with the knife was stunned for a moment, looked at the mural, and instantly disassembled and combined the plate and drum in his mind, and his eyes gradually lit up: "The dragon's head is human...... Dragon's head and snake body...... Yes, as long as it's a riding drum, then these can be combined, and they all make sense! ”

"It's not all!" His mind was running rapidly: "The description of the drum in the Book of Mountains and Seas is a human face and a dragon body, if you see them as one, then it all makes sense." ”

"The so-called human face is the face of the plate!"

"Pangu opened the world, his eyes turned into the sun and the moon, and the candle dragon also has a description of closing his eyes and opening his eyes to be dark, and his eyes are bright......"

When the stereotyped thinking in his mind was removed, the knowledge of the credit knife man himself and the current experience were constantly combined and analyzed, and a line suddenly formed in his mind, and he couldn't help muttering: "Is this the reason for the legend of Pangu?" ”

Jiang Xian shook his head: "This is just our speculation, and there is no conclusive evidence. After making bold assumptions, you should also be careful to verify them. ”

Of course, he doesn't have so much time and energy to verify this matter, and it is only right to hand it over to professionals from the state.

Looking at the subsequent mural, he stepped forward. I saw that above the mural, the flocks were flying in the sky, killing the snipers below. A corpse worm rises into the air and fights with the flamander, and in the end both are defeated.

In the next picture, the huge drum eyes are half-open and half-closed, and the surrounding snipers are trembling on the ground, and a group of corpse insects are lying quietly on the ground, not daring to move, watching a large area of snipers as if they were being devoured by a flock.

"I see...... his eyes flickered slightly: "The bird alone is not superior to the sniper like a corpse insect, but without the corpse insect, the sniper can't fly, so it's much easier to deal with." ”

The great monk left the flower on the other side to let the corpse insects gradually disappear, if it weren't for the large enough snipe, I was afraid that it would have been extinct by the saperture.

What a good idea! With a sigh of emotion in his heart, he continued to look forward at the murals. Most of the content after that is the same, all of them are about the conquest of the surrounding area, and more and more villains worship him.

Walking all the way to the corner of the wall, the light in his eyes suddenly froze.

The content of the mural has changed.

The tall giant still stood in the center, and behind him was a towering cliff that was different from before. Eight drums around the body stand in eight directions, surrounded by arch guards. Not far ahead, the last drum lay straight on the ground, apparently dead for a long time.

A drum, dead?

Jiang Xian's pupils shrank, and he hurriedly looked at the mural behind him.

On a huge stone block, on which the body of the drum is placed. The jade pillar is placed in the mouth to stretch it out, and a thick piece of wood strains the spine and skull, keeping the head in a downward position. Drops of unidentified liquid dripped from the drum's jaw and landed on top of the container below.

"It's ...... Make corpse oil!? ”

The expression of the person with the sword changed slightly, and his mind suddenly thought of the large piece of corpse oil in the stone chamber before, and his heart suddenly understood:

No wonder...... No wonder there is so much corpse oil......

No wonder those corpse worms are afraid of corpse oil......

Because, these corpse oils are refined from the corpse of the drum, and contain the breath of this drum!

Corpse insects are naturally afraid of this breath.

"I see......"

Jiang Xian's gaze looked at the mural, and his eyes changed slightly. Refining corpse oil can be described as a cruel method in any era. And this self-proclaimed god of the plate has made a move on the pet that has accompanied him for many years.

He didn't know if the other party had hesitated, but from the organ here, the Jiahu carving of Zhouhu Village, he could see that Pan was an extremely proud and indifferent person.

Perhaps, the other party really regards himself as a high god, as a creator who governs all things.

His gaze slowly shifted over a mural of the process of refining corpse oil, and landed on the last piece of the wall.

There are no murals here, there are some huge symbols.

He was familiar with the symbol.

Jiahu carving!

Underneath this symbol, there are some finer notches.

Jiang Xian hurriedly stepped forward, and the flashlight shone through. The very faint marks on the wall, coupled with the fact that the letterer is very casual, and the strokes are quite messy, which is difficult to see under the tempering of the years. He carefully identified the fonts, and quickly confirmed them.

"Chapter grass?"

He raised his eyebrows slightly, recalling the seven words that Xu Zhenren showed him, the style was exactly the same as this nick, obviously written by the same person.

Upon closer inspection, he quickly saw what was written on it:

Beidou is dead, I know now. The mysteries of antiquity are difficult to peek into.

"Zhang Fuhan?" The crisp voice pronounced the last three words, Lin Ruoxue's brows furrowed slightly, and a look of thought appeared in her eyes: "This name...... I seem to have heard it, but I can't remember it for a while......"

"You're not familiar with this name, but you must know his other name."

Jiang Xian looked at the wall and said slowly: "Zhang Cao, Beidou is dead, Zhang Fuhan...... The answer is already obvious. ”

"The person who wrote this line is the founder of Taoism, the first generation of heavenly masters, Zhang Ling and Zhang Fuhan."

"Zhang Tianshi? It turned out to be Zhang Tianshi! Lin Ruoxue was stunned at first, and then thoughtful: "That's right...... It can only be him. Zhangcao is the font of the Eastern Han Dynasty, and the belief of Beidou has existed since ancient times, but the saying that Nandou is born and Beidou is dead, is the theoretical ...... of Taoism"

"But judging from these words, Zhang Tianshi's Beidou death injection theory comes from here?"

"It looks like it does." Jiang Xian nodded, staring at the Jia Hu inscription above: "But ......"

"Don't you think, compared to Zhouhu Village, Beidou here appears too often?"