Zhou Li, Tang Guan, Zhu Qianyun, and Qianhu four people, plus a zombie horse racing girl, and a godless black cat that was broken, entered this tunnel in this way.

"This tunnel is much more authentic than the one I dug up."

Looking at this high-quality tunnel made of stone slabs and the internal structure of the wooden piles, even Zhou Li couldn't help but sigh.

"Authentic than authentic?"

Joan of Arc, who was following behind, was stunned, and for a while didn't understand what "authentic" meant.

"It's fine."

Tang Guan is kind-hearted, and he can't see others at a loss, so he enthusiastically explained: "He's selling cuteness, you know the words." ”

"Oh, I see, Childe Zhou was quite childlike that day."

Nodding, Joan of Arc relieved.

"You're glad you're a bull demon."

The corners of Zhou Li's mouth twitched, and the hand holding the torch also paused.

This tunnel is obviously not something that a few ordinary people can dig up, whether it is the material, scale or even design, it vaguely reveals that the construction of this tunnel may have other uses. It can be said that if this tunnel is built in the capital, the Nine Clans can be renamed the Nine Clans Match. Come to a pair to eliminate a pair, and you can also get Fang Xiaoru's gift package of the same style to eliminate the ten clans by randomly lighting a bomb.

But fortunately, Shangjing is neither a border town, nor an outer city of the capital, just an ordinary northern county city-state. Moreover, according to Zhu Qianyun's observation, some traces or tools in this tunnel are about the Tang Dynasty, which shows that this tunnel should have been built under Shangjing very early.

"There are murals."

Zhou Li leaned back the torch slightly, and the black cat stood on Zhou Li's head in the firelight, and continued to lie on his back. And Zhou Li's few people and a zombie came up and began to look at the artistic authentic murals.

The first mural depicts a temple, with a handsome man in a yellow and red monk's robe and a Zen staff in the center. He was surrounded by men and women of all ages, dressed in different attire, who surrounded the monk as if listening to his teachings, their faces full of devotion.

Following the movement of the firelight, on the second mural, the monk kneels on a futon, in the midst of a golden temple, and beside him stands a handsome man with dragon stripes. The man bowed slightly, as if he was greeting the solemn Buddha statue and looking at the burning incense. Behind them, the woman in white stood pretty, watching everything.

"There are words."

Zhou Li's eyes were very good, and he immediately saw the pale red font next to the Buddha statue. He moved the torch over, frowned, and whispered, "Home away?" ”

"It's a woman's treasure."

Tang Guan corrected.

Zhu Qianyun really couldn't stand the two illiterate people dancing and writing here, so one of them twisted his waist, then leaned over and said word by word: "Buddhism and Taoism are explained together." ”

"Ah, it's my favorite betrayal again."

Zhou Li said expressionlessly: "My heels have already thought of the content of the back, this young man is Taoist, these two people were originally going to coexist with Buddhism and Taoism, but because of the love triangle problem or the obstruction of the forces in various sects, they betrayed each other, and they did not agree with each other and parted ways, standing on the end of the valley, one shouted Uchiha Buddha, one shouted Vortex Lao Tzu died together, and the other White Snake Sakura was nothing but watching a play." ”

"I'm tired of it, can you change the plot?"

With a sigh, Zhou Li moved the torch down and looked at the third mural.

And then he didn't have anything to say.

"Seriously?"

Zhou Li turned his head, pointed to the mural behind him with a shocked face, and asked in disbelief, "Is this plot serious?" ”

Everyone was silent.

On the mural, the monk covered in golden light holds the dragon's tail in his left hand, the snake's tail in his right hand, the dragon's head is used as a hammer, the snake's head is used as a sword, and his left hand and right hand are waved at the same time, facing the indescribable Buddha statue. Behind the Buddha statue, dozens of gray tentacles covered the sky and the earth, and the originally holy and solemn Buddha head was replaced by eyes with fangs and pupils.

What about the legend of the white snake, sadomasochism, and shemales?

How did you become a mighty dragon fighting against an alien ancient god?

Who will make up for my missing love triangle?

A few people didn't know what to say, and no one thought that the original cliché legend of the White Snake had become a legend of the ancient gods. This is not a change of plot, this is equivalent to Tang Bohu's 999,000 Emperor Extreme Killing Whale Punch to kill Qiu Xiang, who believes in black goats, with one punch.

"Ahem, next, next."

Zhou Li coughed twice and called back everyone's gods. He stiffened his torch to the next mural, and silence permeated the tunnel.

Looking at the monk with his back to everyone on the mural, with heaven and earth behind him and a snake under his crotch, Zhou Li stumbled and almost fell to the ground. Supported by Joan of Arc, he trembled and pointed to the first coded artwork in ancient times, and said indescribably:

"Fahai... Fa seaweed snake too! ”

"Not really."

Tang Wan leaned over, looked at it carefully, frowned and said, "It doesn't look like it, it's wearing pants." ”

The flare continues to move.

"It's a long time! The dragon grass is the sea!!!!!!!!! ”

Looking at the fourth mural with his back to everyone, heaven and earth behind him, and a monk's dragon under his crotch, Zhou Li's expression was completely distorted.

"It looks like it now."

Tang Guan nodded and agreed: "I didn't wear pants this time." ”

"Does the dragon wear pants?"

Zhu Qianyun raised a soul question.

"No, can you pay attention to the contents of the mural!!"

Zhou Li patted the wall and said in disbelief: "Is this a matter of whether you wear pants or not?" Fahai day snake, dragon day Fahai, this is the point. ”

"It's not like what Zhou Gongzi said."

At this time, Qianhe, who had been observing carefully, turned his head and said solemnly, "Come and see the fifth mural." ”

Everyone looked at the firelight, and on the fifth mural, the monk was surrounded by strange vertical pupils and tentacles, facing the dragon and the snake alone. The dragon's eyes are full of compassion, and the serpent is fanatical love. On the dragon's claws, the flesh and blood on the monk's waist exuded a strange black qi, while the tail of the snake seemed to have been torn off alive, and the flesh and bone were separated.

"The monk was still infected by the Buddha statue."

After a short silence, Zhou Li said calmly: "It is already his limit that a monk can face the fallen Buddha, and after killing the Buddha statue, the evil god is attached to him. The painting of the grass snake is supposed to be him killing the snake, but was later stopped by the dragon. ”

This is the end of the mural.

"White Snake..."

Zhou Li squinted his eyes, looked at the white snake who was obsessed with the monk under the flickering firelight, and whispered:

"He's crazy."

"What else do you want to do..." (End of chapter)