In front of so many people in the live broadcast room, Qian Sheng's words were quite vague.

In fact, he was reminding Lin Yi to check whether the bottle containing the "Kunlun Ice Essence" was tightened.

It stands to reason that they are in the middle of the mountain, and there is a layer of white marble lotus platform on the outside, and most of the surrounding is a layer of rammed earth.

It is normal for the temperature to be low all year round, but it should not be so low.

When they were in the "bowl trap" just now, they didn't feel how cold it was.

This is just the distance of a door, how can there be such a big temperature difference?

Lin Yi put his hand into his arms, took out the glass bottle containing "Kunlun Ice Pulp" and checked it again.

The cap is tight, and there is no sign of cracking in the bottle.

He shook his head at the two of them.

"That's strange, how can it be so cold here all of a sudden?"

When Qian Sheng said this, he had to keep puffing to warm his hands.

Although Wang Qiang said that he was wrapped in a layer of fat, he couldn't stand the freezing of his feet.

When I came in, I was wearing a pair of mid-top hiking shoes, and my feet were already freezing and hurting.

Even Lin Yi began to reach out and rub his ears.

Only Wukong brings his own fur and lives in the Kunlun Mountains all year round, so he is not very afraid of the cold.

"It's so cold! You say, "Where did all this cold come from?" Outside the stone can't be a cold storage, right? ”

Wang Qiang stomped his feet back and forth on the spot, flashlights everywhere looking for the source of the cold, and did not forget to joke on his lips.

As a result, I went around in a circle and found nothing.

The four walls of this stone room, even the top of the head and the feet of the head, are all hard blue-striped stones, which are cold to the touch, and the three of them are cold to the heart.

Just as the three of them were looking around for the marks left by their predecessors, Qian Sheng suddenly pointed to the wall in front of him, his fingers trembled, and his voice trembled.

"What the hell, when did it come here?"

Lin Yi and Wang Qiang's flashlights shone at his position at the same time, and found that on the stone wall in front of Qian Sheng, a portrait of an angry-eyed King Kong appeared.

In the painting, King Kong wears a crown of five treasures, holds two swords, wears armor, crosses his eyebrows and angry eyes, has a hideous expression, bares his teeth, and looks down on all beings.

The subject matter of this kind of Buddhist portrait is mostly seen in various temples, and many clay sculptures in front of the temple will be dominated by Vajra statues.

It's just that this King Kong portrait is more like a white drawing like an ink painting.

There are only white lines around the body, but the details are not sloppy at all.

Even if it is placed here in advance, when you see it suddenly, you will feel nervous, not to mention that it still appears suddenly.

No wonder Qian Sheng was so scared, if this scene was seen by ordinary people, I am afraid that he would have to pee his pants.

The two of them looked nervous, and walked closer in a few steps to take a closer look, as if they didn't notice anything unusual.

Wang Qiang shoveled a piece of "paint" from the portrait with a sapper shovel, and was just about to get closer to take a closer look, but the white paint actually melted.

Only then did the three of them realize that the lines of this angry King Kong diagram were actually made of frost condensation!

Qian Sheng suddenly panicked.

Although he did not believe in religion or worship God, he could not be regarded as a staunch atheist.

After all, he deals with everyone in this industry, and he has indeed passed through a lot of evil things in his hands, and some things can't be disbelieved.

Therefore, every year when it is time for the Chinese New Year, the Lama Temple in Beijing opens the mountain gate, and he always rushes to burn incense.

For this piece alone, he was more or less in awe.

"Master Lin, Master Wang, you said that we shouldn't really disturb any characters, right?" As he spoke, Qian Sheng stretched out his hand and pointed upwards, and then continued, "Maybe this place is not a tomb at all, it is a certain monarch of the Tang Dynasty who built a Buddhist hall?" ”

"! Cultivating a Buddhist hall is not an unsightly thing, why should you build it in the belly of the mountain? ”

Wang Qiang directly denied his claim.

"Master Wang, please be quiet, I think this place is much more evil than the layer below."

"Afraid of what? I, Wang Qiang, have I never seen any strong winds and waves? Can you let this thing scare me? ”

I didn't forget to tease Qian Sheng again:

"Money shopkeeper, you are a high-achieving student who graduated from a prestigious university, or a professional background, why did you suddenly become chattering?"

Qian Sheng didn't say anything at this time, but he reached out and scratched his head with a little embarrassment.

He has been dealing with these underground antiques since he was a child, and he has a family history and a lot of rare books.

It can be called a well-read book and is well versed in ancient and modern China and foreign countries.

But along the way, all kinds of bizarre circumstances have impacted his three views again and again.

Although there are some situations where the answer can be found in ancient books, there are not a few ambiguous and strange things in ancient books.

"Master Wang, you can't say that, Zi is silent, and his power is confused.

Moreover, the Tang people once had a strange book called "Youyang Miscellaneous Records", which once said that in the Tang Dynasty, because of the disputes between the two schools of Buddhism and Taoism, they did not lack the method, and there were many unpredictable means to put people to death.

From the inside to the outside, this place is all related to Buddhism, but it is built on the mound of Jiang Taigong's clothes, which is evil enough.

Have you forgotten how you got your head down when we first came in? ”

"I won't eat him yet, buddy, I'm a staunch atheist, and I've never had any fairy gods, you think I'm talking too loudly, for fear of disturbing the 'people above', in this case, let him follow this pattern, and then put another one on the wall behind me."

Wang Qiang stretched out his thumb and pointed behind him, holding a sapper shovel in his hand, and banging on the stone wall.

His unrelenting energy is good or not.

The good thing is that he won't have so many suspicions and concerns like Qian Sheng.

The disadvantage is that if you really encounter danger, you can't take it seriously.

Because of this kind of character, he himself has suffered a lot along the way.

The key is not to remember for a long time.

Unexpectedly, as soon as his words fell, Qian Sheng kept patting his shoulder, pointing to the wall behind him with trembling fingers, and said in a trembling voice:

"Master Wang, stop chattering, coming, coming!"

"What's coming?"

Wang Qiang raised the flashlight and turned around to take a photo, he was so frightened that he took half a step back, his face changed instantly, and the white sweat on his back immediately flowed down his back.

At this time, on the stone wall behind him, a pattern of angry King Kong also appeared.

It is exactly the same style as the one next to him, it is also a white stroke, and the shape of King Kong is slightly different from the one next to him, and he is holding a bow in his left hand and an arrow in his right hand.

The most important thing is that the painting is not finished, and when Qian Sheng discovered its existence, the lines on the wall are still appearing on their own, gradually outlining the whole image.

It is as if there is an invisible hand, holding an invisible pen, painting on the wall made of bluestone strips.

Ask for tickets, ask for follow-up, ask for subscriptions, brothers!

(End of chapter)