Lin Feng gradually understood what the stinky old blood was describing.

That's a map.

A nanny-style map that includes time and how to enter, the eight-clawed spider is most likely the Taramaha Temple that suppresses demons, and the "fruit" on it is actually a sky full of stars.

Looking at the sky full of stars from a tropical place, you can see that the sky is full of stars extremely bright and bright, and Lin Feng is indeed standing very tall.

Those stars, the real twinkle and shining.

Lin Feng grabbed Gamaran, he could feel that Gamaran's time was running out, and he was left with a handful of bones in his whole person.

Not a few pounds in weight.

Gamaran looked at the stars in the sky, and showed an extremely obsessive look, he stared at a few specific stars in the sky, and after some time, he said: "It's almost time, we only have two hours, and after two hours, whatever appears, we will come out." ”

Lin Feng took him down, and he still remembered the map made of blood in his mind.

The map Gamaran drew on the treetops and his sketch was no different from the map in Lin Feng's memory.

On the map, he did not deceive Lin Feng.

In this evil land that the Buddha rejected.

Gamalan motioned for their own people to go over first, using Zheng He's Demon Suppression Monument as a starting point to grope for the past.

The natives who were with him took out a small bag, and from the bag came a small snake.

The little snake swam in and disappeared at the mouth of an open cavern.

After a long time, the native nodded, and Gamaran motioned for everyone to go in, but he reminded him repeatedly: "You can't mention your name, you can't hide yourself in the dark, and after thirty heartbeats, you have to make your own sound." ”

He stood with Lin Feng, who held a torch with great respect for the old and the young, "guarding" Gamaran's side.

The natives entered through the hole where the hounds had disappeared.

The poison is gone.

The whole place was different from what Lin Feng had imagined, this cave looked like it had been dug by people, full of traces of man-made.

Going down this road, Lin Feng smelled a terrible smell of poison.

There is also a large amount of slime, which appears near the cave.

But none of this is important, along the way, everyone remembered the lesson, except for the sound of "huh" and "ha" to prove their existence, they tacitly agreed not to say a word.

In this way, I don't know how long we walked, everyone came to a dilapidated gate, and everyone's hearts were lifted.

Because according to Gamaran.

After the temple was bewitched by the devil and rejected by the Buddha, the temple disappeared from the eyes of the world, to be precise, it sank down, fell into the ground, and became a tomb-like existence.

What they see now may be a gate to Taramaha.

Lin Feng squinted a little.

The light of the torch did not affect his eyes.

He could clearly see the gate blocking the road in front of him, and he had a slight suspicion of Gamaran's words.

Without it, this thing is too much like the broken dragon stone in the tomb.

It's just that it's opened.

A large gate made of bronze.

It was as if it was embedded in the earth, and there was not the slightest crack around it.

It's like growing naturally.

Above this door, there are strong traces of Esoteric Buddhism, and even traces of early Esoteric Buddhism.

Lin Feng did not have the slightest doubt that Theravada Buddhism would appear here, or early Southern Buddhism, or later Southern Buddhism with Pali Tripitaka as the canon, or even earlier Mahayana Buddhism.

However, there are traces of Esoteric Buddhism here, especially the early Esoteric Religion, which makes Lin Feng a little incomprehensible.

He even wondered if it was a joke.

Hodgepodge of hodgepodge mistakes!

Lin Feng also saw the Chinese text on it.

It's a seal book!

On this door, there are actually three languages, Tibetan, Chinese, and Sanskrit.

In the middle and upper right corner of the mural of this gate, Lin Feng saw a tall monarch and a bodhisattva.

The king is in the center and the bodhisattva is in the upper right corner.

This bodhisattva has one head and two arms, holds the lion's roar seal, Shi fearless seal, and holds a pure bottle, holding a lotus flower.

Compassionate, kind.

This king and bodhisattva are the greatest beings in the carving, which also means that they are the most noble and special people on the mural of this gate, and they are the core of the whole picture.

Behind this monarch, there should be a dense army, and a large number of arrows fell overwhelmingly in front of the king's eyes.

It's like an enemy.

On the head of this king with a strong Western Regions style, it is the Bodhisattva, and under this Bodhisattva, there is a Buddhist mantra.

The mantra is somewhere between the bodhisattva and the soldiers, as if the bodhisattva is casting a mantra and praying for the blessings of these soldiers.

【o? tare tuttare ture svaha】

Lin Feng stared at this mantra, and vaguely heard someone in his ear, softly humming this mantra in a female voice.

It is full of quiet and peaceful.

【I Da Du Da Du Stud】

Even Lin Feng, after hearing this mantra, felt that his mind was extremely clear.

The original irritable thoughts were suppressed.

In my mind, there is a clear place.

In such a situation, Lin Feng suddenly thought of something that he had forgotten in the corner of his memory.

To be precise, it was a historical story that he had seen but had forgotten.

This thing seems to be extremely suitable for this matter.

That is the history of the development of Buddhism in Nanyang.

If he remembers correctly, the history of Buddhism in Nanyang was originally tortuous and tortuous.

It's like the Chinese, Sanskrit, and Tibetan languages in front of you, appearing together on the same door.

It's not impossible.

For a period of time, the country in Southeast Asia submitted to the local government of the Central Plains Dynasty (Tang Dynasty) called Nanzhao, and at that time, among the countries that posed a great threat to the Tang Dynasty, there was a famous country in the Western Regions, Tubo!

Between Nanzhao and Tubo, the exchange was very deep.

In other words, if this Taramaha temple was built at this time, then everything here makes sense.

But.

Lin Feng's spirituality had been reminding Lin Feng of something.

He neglected the most important information in front of him!

That is, this bodhisattva and the king, who is the enemy they are attacking?

Not only Lin Feng, but also those who came with him, although they didn't know how to use spirituality, but the scope of their torches also "coincidentally" avoided these places.

That is, the lower left side of the gate.

At the bottom left of the gate, according to the layout of this drawing, the lower left corner of the gate should be their enemy

When Lin Feng noticed all this, his gaze sank slightly, and he looked at the bottom of the mural of this gate, which should be the enemy's place.

Who knew that at this time, this opened a slit the width of a palm, and suddenly a strange sound came out.

"Da-da-da-da."

"Da-da-da-da."

"Da-da-da-da."

It looked like someone was walking around in there, and the person was wearing high heels.

It was also at this time that the natives began to report the number again, even if it was Lin Feng, who couldn't understand what they were shouting, he could feel that a lot of people were missing!

He looked up and found that at some point, it was much darker around him, and several natives with torches in their hands had disappeared.

When he realized that something was wrong, the rest of the people, including Gamaran, he also looked at the gate mural obsessively, but unlike Lin Feng, the place they were obsessed with looking at was, inside the gap?

Even if the torch fell to the ground, I didn't know it.

Fortunately, there are some natives who have some experience, and they tie torches to their hands.

A life was saved.

In this case, these natives are all confused by this mural, so who is the one who reported the number just now?

【fa】

He didn't even have time to think deeply, Lin Feng immediately used the sound of dispelling to wake up these people.

Subsequently, the second thing that Lin Feng didn't expect happened!

This corridor seems to be a special construction method, when his voice comes out, it is like an echo wall, constantly turning back and forth, overlapping and overlapping, Lin Feng's dispersal sound is under such layers of mountains, when it comes back again, it is like thunder!

It's thundering here!

The strange sound of "da-da-da" inside disappeared in an instant after Lin Feng's voice was dispersed, but the sound of a squeezing came from inside.

It's like an arthropod scurrying around!

He scared the arthropods inside!

This time, everyone came to their senses!

They were sweating all over their heads, especially Gamaran, who was sweating all over his body!

For an old man like him, it is not a good thing to sweat like this in this gloomy pit full of poisonous gas.

It is very likely that the wind evil will enter the body.

A violent illness.

For an old man like him.

A violent illness is equivalent to a violent death!

His ears were still ringing, but when he smelled the stronger and stronger smell, Gamalan still made a few sounds that Lin Feng couldn't understand, and the natives who were still alive took out the powder from their bags - there should still be natives holding buckets, but unfortunately, whether it was a psychic potion or a potion used to repel mosquitoes, even the people with the buckets all disappeared.

Only powdered potions, drums, and whistles made of leaves were left to deal with poisonous insects that might appear underground.

The natives whistled frantically and sprinkled the powder on the ground, trying to prevent the poisonous insects inside from escaping.

It's just that at this time, Lin Feng also discovered something.

That's the few surviving natives, and there's something obviously wrong with them.

Without caring about using anything else, Lin Feng's hair rippled past, and the head of a native suddenly fell to the ground.

But no blood spurted out.

A huge centipede fell out of the head of the native, and Lin Feng felt that his ears were itching when he saw it.

Just now, before I knew it, almost everyone here was on the way.

Before entering the door, so many people were lost.

Taramaha.

It's a magic cave!