Rush through the bronze gates.

Panting, there seem to be countless dangers lurking in the dark corridors, this embarrassed group, each with their own hearts.

Lin Feng had to burn the fire to dispel the darkness around him and protect everyone.

He entered the real danger again, the Taramaha Temple, which was rejected by the Buddha.

He didn't use the sacrificial fire to burn the poison around him, he didn't forget the lesson he had learned before, Lin Feng still remembered that not long ago, he used the sacrificial fire to burn the Physiognomy Python, which alarmed the Dharma Protector here, and asked those hunting dogs to be reimbursed here.

To this day, he didn't know what this protector was.

It appeared suddenly, and it left without life.

Gamalan only knew that this was the protector who guarded this place, and as for what kind of protector and what form, Gamalan couldn't say, and he relied on the words handed down by his ancestors to speculate here.

He only knew one thing.

That protector, as long as it is full, will fall into a deep sleep, and if it is no longer stimulated, it will not wake up, and it will not hurt anyone.

He's the most harmless protector here.

Lin Feng's [Unyielding], he could barely feel the form of the protector, it was like a shadow, as for where its food utensils were, Lin Feng felt that there was a shadow, and there might not be such a thing as mouthparts.

The chaotic battle just now seemed to be still in front of him, and after Lin Feng alarmed those objects that were parasitic on other people's bodies, those centipedes pounced on the faces of other natives, and in the panic, some natives extinguished the torches in their hands.

When darkness came, the natives who did not stand in the light disappeared helplessly into the darkness one by one, without a sound.

If Lin Feng hadn't raised the fire, I'm afraid that the entire team of natives would have to fold outside the bronze gate.

He didn't ask Gamalan what he saw.

Now under Lin Feng's "innate divine power", the copper door outside was closed, and by the way, their back road was also closed, they were temporarily safe, and they came to the inner corridor, and there would be no more enemies behind them.

Lin Feng observed the surrounding corridors and asked Gamalan what they had just seen.

Gamaran: "Demonic Bewitchment." ”

Lin Feng: "Tell me more. ”

Gamaran: "The demon has taken the form of a headless ancestor and bewitches us inside. ”

Lin Feng: "It's all gone, how do you recognize them?" ”

I couldn't help but slap a bar.

Gamalan is not angry, anger also requires strength, he doesn't have much strength now, even breathing has to be constantly forced, in this case, he cherishes every trickle of strength of himself.

"We still know the clothes of our ancestors, and our ancestors and wise men often appear in our dreams and teach us that I can see at a glance the image of evil spirits."

Lin Feng nodded, indicating that he understood, and he slightly raised the sacrificial fire in his hand.

After passing through the bronze gate, it stands to reason that they should be in the temple now, but this temple does not look like what Gamalan said, it does not seem to have sunken into the ground because it was rejected by the Buddha.

It seems to be built below the ground.

It's not so much a demon-suppressing temple.

It is better to say that it is the Yin Temple.

The so-called Yin Temple is different from the Cong Temple, which is a place to worship unknown gods in the wild, and the gods are worshiped inside, but the Yin Temple is different, and the evil ghosts are worshiped and suppressed in the Yin Temple.

Similar to Zhao'an.

This kind of Yin Temple, which is built underground, is even more terrifying.

If Lin Feng is not mistaken, this kind of Yin Temple is actually a big tomb!

They're not so much here to suppress demons as they are here to fight!

He glanced at his magic sword, the magic sword was still absorbing the power of this place, and he had not recovered the Earth Escape Technique, in other words, Lin Feng did not have the Earth Escape Technique blessing on his body at the moment.

He didn't feel that he could run past the formless and qualitative Dharma Protector, and at this moment, there were only a few people alive around him.

Gamaran's face was already very sad.

As for the few remaining natives, they don't have much fighting spirit.

Lin Feng opened the way with a [fa] sound, and in the thunderous sound, he led them to disperse the evil ghosts behind the bronze door, and forcibly smashed open the bronze gate, and a gust of evil wind came out from inside, as if there was an evil ghost hiding behind the door to extinguish their torches, Lin Feng was now raising the sacrificial fire, and he could still feel that there was a yin wind blowing his sacrificial fire, wanting to blow out the sacrificial fire in his hand.

Obviously, this corridor is not as safe as it seems.

The natives who came in with them, plus Gamaran, were left with only six men.

With him, seven!

At this moment, these natives were resting, they didn't make a loud sound, just the fight between the rabbits and the falcons just now, which made the normal people exhausted, they took out the skulls, whispered, and calmed their minds.

Lin Feng was silent, standing in place, holding a flame in his hand, dispelling the darkness.

In his mind, he thought of the picture he had seen.

On the bronze gate, in the lower left corner, the king and the Bodhisattva of Tibet, the evil ghosts who joined forces to suppress, before he came in, he glanced at it, just glanced, and after reading it, he was still silent.

He suddenly thought of the topic that Teacher Xun had studied before he was "crazy".

What Mr. Xu told him was that Professor Han's teacher, Professor Xun, suddenly put forward the theory after a good archaeology.

Plateau, Western Regions, Ancient Shu, Xiangxi and other places, and Yin Shang culture of the same origin of alternative culture, Xun teacher believes that in ancient Shu, Xiangxi, Western Regions and other places, there have been splendid civilizations, these civilizations in the Qin and Han dynasties, once appeared outside the Central Plains, forming their own unique civilization.

It's just that it disappeared into the historical classics for various reasons.

It is only in a few words and tombs that there is proof of their existence.

If you take Teacher Xun's "crazy words" seriously.

Lin Feng somewhat understood what he saw on the bronze door.

It was a picture of the Tubo demon under the rule of Esoteric Buddhism, the time was about the middle of the Tang Dynasty of the Central Plains Dynasty, at least after Songtsen Gampo, I don't know whether it was realistic or abstract, anyway, according to the bronze gate, this was the Tubo monarch or general at that time, and it was a Bodhisattva - probably with the help of Dora Bodhisattva, who led his subordinates to defeat a group of evil ghosts who crawled out of the pit.

But the demons that crawled out of the pits were not the usual beast forms.

Nor does it look like the form of a subdued demon that is common in esoteric murals and sculptures.

They are more human-like.

The person who portrayed all these pictures is definitely a clever craftsman.

For these humans, craftsmen have only a few brushstrokes to portray the charm of these suppressed demons.

They focused on their pen and ink on the bodhisattvas and the kings.

But that kind of rhyme, that kind of rhythm that goes deep into it, is very familiar to Lin Feng, that kind of feeling, it seems to be on his lips, but Lin Feng can't tell what it is, so he chooses to keep his mouth shut and recall carefully.

In this not quiet corridor, Lin Feng could still hear the sound of breathing in the distance.

Because of the particularity of these corridors - they are like a wall of echoes, as long as the slightest sound comes out here, it will be infinitely amplified, and then return, but for some reason, the skilled craftsmen who make this place are divided into categories for the sounds made in the corridors.

Ordinary sounds, even if they were shouting, would not make a sound like thunder.

At best, it's messy and upsetting.

On the contrary, something like a spell can make a huge sound in a very low voice, and then it will be like thunder!

The deterrent effect is amazing!

This special mechanism made Lin Feng wonder if the reason why the craftsmen made it like this was that it was convenient for the monks to stand at the door and use spells?

If that's the case, I think of the pattern of this thing.

Octoplawed spider.

The eight claws are used to enhance the power of the spell, and if the chest and abdomen inside suppress the demon, at least eight monks must stand outside the spider's legs and chant loudly, and the eight mantras will suppress the evil spirits/demons in it.

Is it worth the big deal?

Judging from the layout of this place, whether it is Dora Maha or Boyeduzhu Temple, they are all temples that pass through from the Tibetan side.

Are the demons they suppressed a local demon, or a demon like the evil ghost/demon in the previous mural, which also passed from Tubo through Nanzhao and came to this place?

What is the role of this demon other than the legendary demagogy?

And from a purely layout point of view.

Underground is the Yin Temple.

So on top of this, there should also be a popular Yang Temple, thousands of monks and their servants, providing for these monks who eat and drink Lazar, it is also a big expense, who are these expenses?

Is it the Bagan dynasty?

Where did the Yang Temple above go?

Why can't we see even the slightest ruins now?

When people are quiet, they are easy to breathe and think, Lin Feng thinks from east to west, vast and boundless.

Just as Lin Feng was thinking about these questions, he suddenly felt that the breath in the distance seemed to be close in front of him, he glanced back, and [Unyielding] had a reaction, which meant that something was attacking him!

Quietly closing his eyes, Lin Feng felt that the "person" attacking him was either not a person.

It's a group of "people".

The image of [Unyielding] Mohu made Lin Feng's scalp a little numb, not because of the danger inside, but because he was a little guilty of PTSD.

As we all know, what can make Lin's scalp tingle is a bug!

Pinch hemp and hemp drops, poisonous insects raise big households, right!

You're here to raise poisons and start a business!

Lin Feng made a move, and a large amount of wind rushed in front of his eyes, and soon, Lin Feng had a general understanding of the Yongdao, and he felt that resting here was not a good thing!

Those poisonous insects are revived!

"Get ready for deworming, we should go, or we'll all become hives later."

Lin Feng said, by the way, he wrapped the wind around him, and covered his neckline with his hair, to ensure that no part would be taken advantage of!

Hearing Lin Feng's words, Gamalan forcibly stood up, he picked up a few skulls around his neck again, and bowed down to them reverently.

Under Lin Feng's gaze, he saw Gamalan kneeling on the ground, kissing the skulls.

Speak to them religiously!

These natives, the tradition of headhunting, have existed since ancient times.

The skull is their status symbol!

The person who hunts the most headhunters is the warrior of the tribe, and can get the right of priority mating and resource allocation.

However, the heads they carry with them are not all "defeated" by their defeated generals.

On the contrary, they carry the heads of their ancestors, and after the death of each generation of Gamaran, they are sent to a bed of flowers, where they are placed on his forehead, which is then smoked and finally severed to pass on the wisdom.

These ancestral spirits.

Only the later generation of Gamaran can carry.

Just like now, each generation of Gamaran only asks for the help of their ancestors when they need them.

Gamalan gently kissed the ancestor's head and took a deep breath at the head, Lin Feng still didn't understand what was going on, but it didn't affect him to see the effect!

With his deep breath.

Gamaran's expression visibly improved, and he stood up, shaking the bell on his wrist and giving one last blessing to his people, before taking out the plaster, burning it, and motioning for them to smoke it.

"Fight for your ancestors!"

Gamalan muttered to himself, although Lin Feng couldn't understand Gamaran's words, he could understand Gamaran's movements.

It's not going to keep them alive.

Gamaran seems to have performed other spells as well.

Walk around them.

Finally, he stopped out of breath and signaled that Lin Feng could go!

After Gamalan finished doing this, he walked over with a sweet face: "Da Mingren, what do you see?" ”

Lin Feng: "Worm, it can't be ruled out that it's a scab, you'd better be careful next!"

In front of me is about 500 meters of Yongdao, on both sides of the road someone dug up the niche, in the niche, everywhere there are people who have performed the magic of the mantra, if I guess correctly, if we stay here for a while, these niches in the 'people', should come out to beat us! ”

Gamaran didn't ask what the unit of measurement was for the meter.

He already knew how terrible things were, Lin Feng had asked them, although he was also a wizard, he was not a dark wizard, and he didn't know how to do magic.

"There are everyone on Rigra Island, there used to be a Fufu Hall here, and these tricks you mentioned can only be performed by the isolated Hei Azan, most of them live in cemeteries and corpse forests, and they have nothing to do with us."

However, the magic here doesn't look like it can be created by a solitary dark wizard.

Lin Feng wants to go ahead.

Stopped by Gamaran.

"Warriors of the Ming Dynasty, your spiritual sense is extremely important, we need you, so let these warriors of ours go first, the ancestors will bless their heroic souls.

I will leave here with their heads, and their heads will be buried with the bodies of their ancestors, and that will be their crowning glory. ”

Gamaran said.

Lin Feng's gaze swept over these people, and he didn't dwell on this matter with Gamalan.

He nodded, watching as the warriors went first.

Soon, they saw the first alcove.

It's similar to Lin Feng's wind observations.

On both sides of the road, some people dug up shrines of one meter five by one meter five.

The depth is about forty-five centimeters.

In the alcoves, finger-thick centipedes were densely entangled, rolling, occasionally crawling down and rolling on the ground.

They don't seem to be surprised to meet people.

In front of this alcove, there is also a miserable lamp, which is still burning.

Lin Feng didn't know how many years the Bagan Dynasty was between how many years it was, but he knew when Zheng He went to the West, and the candles that could continue to burn for hundreds of years, Lin Feng thought about it for a while, and felt that it might be the legendary ever-bright lamp made of fish oil, so it had this effect!

After so many years, Lin Feng could see very clearly that these corpses had been carefully concocted, no matter how many years had passed, and how many poisonous insects had been born from their bodies, their human skin was tough and unbreakable!

Because that's the cage!

Under the effect of this ever-bright lamp, Lin Feng saw that this person was wearing the armor of the Ming army, and from his nose and mouth, insects came and went, screaming and wailing constantly coming out of his body, in a sound that ordinary people could not hear.

Lin Feng knew very well that this was someone who had imprisoned the souls of the deceased with evil magic, that is, from the point of view of the physical body, they were already dead, but from the point of view of the soul, they were still alive, and someone had used evil magic to imprison them here forever, watching their bodies become petri dishes of insects.

This is a stumbling procedure.

Use resentment as the benchmark to torture out their monstrous resentment, and then use resentment as food to cultivate all kinds of weird and inexplicable existences to drive away evil things.

This is the basis of the art of scabs!

Lin Feng knew that it was not good when he saw this, because he knew that if Zheng He really completely suppressed this place, he would not have put so many petri dishes here.

He'll get rid of it.

At least don't let the corpse of the Ming army with him stay here!

After all, Zheng He, as the envoy of the South Seas, should have some arrogance of the Celestial Empire, not to mention that there are many scholars with him.

The Heavenly Soldiers of the Celestial Empire were made into petri dishes for evil magic.

Where is the system?

Can there be a treasure of the Ming Dynasty here?

This is obviously a hot potato that no one wants to touch, Gamaran, an old fox of the natives, does not have a word of truth!

Despicable locals!

Lin Feng continued to look ahead, and found that inside these niches, there were all such conditions, among ten meters, there were almost four to six such niches, and a simple conversion, there were almost two hundred to three hundred niches.

This road is extremely anxious for everyone to take.

But who knows, this road is extremely easy to walk, until they came to the end, they did not suffer any damage, Lin Feng counted, these petri dishes around are not all the corpses of the Ming army, and some are obviously the corpses of local natives.

As for the corpses of the monks.

Not a single one.

Coming to the end of this spider leg, Lin Feng saw a stone wall, there was nothing on it, I don't know why, Lin Feng looked at this stone wall, and had an extremely panicked feeling, as if he was going to make something wrong.

If you open this stone wall in front of you.

The real underground demons will be released!

But there was no need for him to hesitate, when he saw the stone wall, Gamaran's eyes showed a hint of joy, he said something loudly, and then, those natives who were not afraid of death pushed the stone wall away!

It's a revolving door.

Lin Feng was already ready to fight, but he didn't expect that nothing would appear inside the open stone wall!

Nothing sought to quench the fire of sacrifice in his hand.

It's business as usual.

This is the biggest abnormality!

Lin Feng walked into this with them, into this legendary temple that suppressed evil spirits/demons.

This is a pagoda, and he doesn't have to worry about the terrible thing of encountering the flame extinguishing in it, and in it, he sees the great sun at the top.

The Great Sun uses special minerals as pigments, and it still shines brightly.

Looks like a radioactive source!

Looking at the layout here, Lin Feng breathed a sigh of relief, he looked at Gamalan beside him and said, "This is the treasure of the Great Ming that you told me?" ”

Gamalan tried to speak, but he squirmed his mouth and still didn't say anything.

The natives who had entered with him wept loudly.

Lin Feng didn't speak, he didn't know where the danger here came from, but he knew that his [Sword Heart Tongming] and [Unyielding] were going to explode.

The outside door wasn't closed.

However, the possibility of being able to run away from here, Lin Feng was honest, he didn't think it was really big!

There is no suppression of the Adversary here!

I'm afraid that the legend that is rumored outside, that there are high monks of the Boyeduzhu Temple to suppress the monsters, is all fake.

People here.

It's the real monster.

They are not natives, they should be despicable outsiders, outsiders mean that they came from Tibet, representing a part of the disappearing civilization of the plateau that Teacher Xun studied!

The indescribable part!

……

Outside this primeval forest, "grandfather" came to the cemetery with his hunting dog like a cow, and listened to the ascetics explain the situation, and the ascetics were extremely afraid of the "grandfather".

"Papa, anyway, the problem is on your side, that nephew of yours has a problem, and your hound ran with him across the Pig Barra River and entered there, and the stinky old man followed him in......"

The ascetic said.

"Grandfather" interrupted them and said solemnly: "I don't need you to judge my juniors, you mean, my dog took away my juniors?" ”

The ascetic nodded, and the "grandfather" showed a cruel expression, he nodded to indicate that he knew, and then walked silently towards the depths of the primeval forest, but according to the understanding of the "grandfather" by these ascetics, the person in charge of raising the hounds should be unlucky.

They should be killed by the "grandfather".

"Grandfather" was such a cruel person in the first place!

There is also the stinky old man, who is not optimistic about the "grandfather", will definitely be punished most cruelly, and the ascetics watched the grandfather leave and silently returned to the dojo.

"Grandfather" stood outside the primeval forest, led the hound for a long time, and then turned back.

"One is dead."

He said, "Eleven left!" ”

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