Taiqing Palace, it turned out to be Taiqing Palace, Liu Yuan seemed to have a voice roaring in his heart, if this is Taiqing Palace, what is the majestic hall under the clouds and mist on the top of the mountain.

Or maybe both of them are Taiqing Palaces, but they have some secret connections with each other that are not humane to outsiders.

Liu Yuan was a little sure of the latter idea in his heart, after all, this hall came from a strange place, or was there originally three thousand Dao Treasures stored here?

For a while, there were countless thoughts in his heart, all of which were put aside for the time being, if he really wanted to figure out something, he had to start with the hall itself, Liu Yuan raised his head and began to look at the lifelike floating pictures carved on the ceiling.

frowned and looked at it for a while, but found that the entire ceiling was covered with dense characters and ghosts, and they didn't understand its rules.

There is a man in a Taoist robe holding a dust, a bearded Taoist priest with a tattered body and a bloody body, a powerful ghost with a blue face and fangs similar to the mask on his face, a statue of a woman with a bewitching posture, etc., and there are also carved flames and sharp long swords interspersed with it, flying wildly.

Liu Yuan was confused, and he didn't even know where to start. I turned around three times in place, and my head was almost dizzy when I saw it, and I didn't see the reason.

So he gave up, and instead looked at the mural on the stone wall on the left side of the entrance to the main hall, the painting was made on the mountain stone, and I don't know what kind of paint was supplemented, but it was still very clear.

The mural on the left is much easier to understand, the painting is the prosperity of the Taoist sect when it was opened, the incense is prosperous and the disciples gather, and then the Taoist sages and great virtues open the altar to preach.

Walking to the end, it is the appearance of misty green mountains, on the top of the mountain stands the majestic hall, a gray-robed Taoist priest who can't see his face clearly, standing on the eaves of the Taiqing Palace, looking up at the sky with his hands behind his back, and above the sky is treacherous, a sense of desolation and loneliness comes to his face.

"It's really god......" Liu Yuan stood in front of the last picture, looked at the time when there was a stick of incense, and said with emotion.

Although he couldn't recognize who this Taoist priest was, but he thought that the person who could stand in this place was none other than the sect masters of the Dao Sect of the past dynasties, Liu Yuan had a few conjectures in his heart.

Standing aside again and glancing at the entire long wall, Liu Yuan turned around and looked to the right again, the mural on the right was completely different from the one on the left.

There are not so many characters on the stage, from beginning to end there is only one person, from then on the young study to the later climb Taiqing Mountain, and finally portrayed in his later years, in the Tai Chi dojo closed eyes sitting appearance.

A simple robe, passed away peacefully, and there was no record of the daytime rising in the door like Ziwei Mountain, and the rainbow flashed.

Although he had never seen the portrait of this person, Liu Yuan had already decided in his heart that the person in the painting was the first ancestor of the Taoist sect, Song Zhimiao.

After reading the murals on both sides, Liu Yuan found a few points, this hall should be very important to the Taoist sect, the candles are replaced, and the hall is also cleaned, otherwise there should not be such signs in the hall in the past so many years.

Maybe it was because of the Holy Horse's foot on Taiqing Mountain back then, and this place became empty, but somehow he entered here for no reason.

Pressing this question for the time being, Liu Yuan once again focused his attention on the floating map of smallpox.

Starting from a corner of the doorway, he looked at it slowly and very carefully, and finally he grasped the key as if he had sorted out a line.

Following this line, I walked around under the ceiling and saw some famous halls.

The whole ceiling is carved with the picture of the Taoist priests subduing demons and subduing demons, going through thousands of dangers and overcoming all difficulties, interspersed with the sharp sword on the floating picture is the magic weapon to restrain the ghosts, and those fires are burning the vanity.

Ghosts have a thousand changes and appearances, whether it is a blue-faced fanged or a bewitching incarnation, it is just one of them, and there are as many as twelve engraved on the floating map.

Of course, there are no demons and monsters in this world, what is terrifying is only the human heart, and there are still many demons and evil people who can be qualified to go down in history.

After reading all the floating carvings, Liu Yuan was confused again, and he didn't even give him any hints, he didn't know where he should get out of this hall.

This matter was in no hurry, Liu Yuan began to reach out and carefully inspect this hall, whether there were any hidden channels, not even a small candlestick.

The sound of banging and banging sounded in the room, echoing leisurely, and finally made Liu Yuan find a little strange.

Standing in front of the picture on the right hand side that was suspected to be the first ancestor of the Taoist Sect, Song Zhimiao, Liu Yuan reached out and gently stroked it, feeling it carefully.

The Taoist priest holds his hands in front of his chest, holding the empty Ming Rite of Taoism, and his left and right hands are interlocking up and down, which means that there is yin and yang in the chest, and the sun and moon in the chest.

This position is exactly in a straight line with the tip of the sword that makes the sword kill the demon at the end of the ceiling floating map.

Liu Yuan took three steps back, bent down and saluted to the Taoist priest of the painting very respectfully, and then stepped forward and stretched out his hand and pressed lightly on the empty Ming ceremony, obviously feeling that the center was dented.

There was a clicking sound, and the rocky wall of the mountain where the whole picture was located was separated from the wall, revealing a gap, which slowly opened backwards, revealing a new long and deep passage.

It's still dark and can't be seen, as long as there is a road, Liu Yuan thought in his heart that he would break off two candles from the candlestick, blow out one, and walk in with the other, and the stone door behind him closed gently again.

Under the reflection of the candlelight, Liu Yuan saw a scene completely different from the previous long road, and the side wall of this deep long road actually opened up one stone room after another.

Striding into the first room on the right, the ground was not as smooth as the previous hall, but uneven, Liu Yuan squatted down and looked closer with the candle closer, and he could still see some mottled blood stains that had long been dried up.

Standing up, he took a step or two forward, and he could clearly see ropes and shackles hanging on the stone wall in front of him, and there were broken pieces of cloth on the shackles, all of which told Liu Yuan who had been imprisoned here.

The interior is simple, there is nothing else to look at, Liu Yuan walked out with a candle in his hand, and looked at the stone rooms one by one, almost the same, but the utensils were different, and there was no special discovery.

This long road is still the same as the original one, with no end in sight.

Suddenly, Liu Yuanzheng looked at the tough rope in front of him, and when his ears moved, he heard a little other sound, other movement other than him.

It's not the sound of a rock, it's a human voice with a slight breath!

Is there anyone else here? or is it a living person? Liu Yuan's eyes shrank, put down the things in his hand, and walked out looking for the source of the sound.

His eyes hurriedly swept over the stone chamber behind him, and the closer he went, Liu Yuan could hear clearly what the man was talking about: Dao rushed to use it, or it was not profitable. The abyss is like the sect of all things. Resolve its strife, and its light, and its dust......