Xing Tianxuan jumped into the sinkhole first, and Xuan Lingzi took Ximen Guanxi's hand and followed.

"Ancestor, I'm just afraid of fraud!" At the entrance of the sinkhole, which was three zhang in diameter, Ximen Guanxi pinched Xuan Lingzi's palm and said.

"Don't be afraid, hold my hand tight!" Xuan Ling Ziyi was bold.

"How about it, do you dare to come in?" Xing Tian swept into the dark sinkhole, and turned around and asked ill-intentionedly.

"Keep walking, I'll follow you!" Xuan Lingzi's voice came from behind.

Ximen Guanxi followed the ancestor into the sinkhole, and after going a few feet deeper, it was pitch black and his hands were gone, and the inside of the cave was much darker than the outside.

kept descending, Ximen Guanxi took out the Yuan Lingguang Stone and held it in his hand, the miserable white glow of the Yuan Lingguang Stone illuminated the four walls and the space that was a few zhang long in front and back, and Xing Tianxuan in front also held the Yuan Lingguang Stone to illuminate, which looked like a white point of light slowly sinking.

Simon Guanxi's heart lifted, and there was a faint sense of crisis, and there was a dull and fierce atmosphere in the cave.

The more the body sank, the cooler it became, and a cool air came out from underneath. As it continued to descend, it was about a thousand feet deep, and there was the sound of fluid flowing on the surrounding rock walls, perhaps underground springs, or lava.

The surrounding air pressure can frackard the sternum of ordinary people, and the temperature is also very cold, if it were an ordinary person, he would have already been frozen into an iceman.

At this time, Ximen Guanxi breathed slowly, his heart was beating strongly, the elastic arteries delivered sufficient oxygen to his body, his head remained awake and highly vigilant, and the muscles on his body were tattooed to resist the harsh environment outside.

A fierce god jumped out of the cave wall on the left with a sharp machete and slashed at it, Ximen Guanxi was startled, and quickly raised the gun upwards to block the machete, but unexpectedly picked a gap.

"Haha, that's a mural!" Xuan Lingzi's voice came from the side.

Ximen Guanxi stopped the trend of falling, and shone the Yuan Lingguang Stone on the cave wall, and sure enough, there was a lifelike mural, and the ugly and angry fierce god in armor was waving a machete.

Ximen Guanxi and Xuan Lingzi continued to fly down, and Xing Tianxuan seemed to be a point of light of fireflies in the distance.

Speeding up and flying downward, the dense arrows around him shot over, Ximen Guanxi shouted to be careful, and the dancing Ruan Jun spear enveloped his whole body.

"Boy, that's a mural, haha!" Xuan Lingzi slapped his hands and laughed, as naughty as a child.

Sure enough, Simon Guanxi's dancing spear didn't block even a single arrow, because there were no arrows that came at all.

Ximen Guanxi was very stunned, and stopped to shine on the cave wall with the miserable white light of the Yuan Lingguang Stone, and the rows of naked and sturdy black men on the cave wall were wrapped in animal skins and shooting arrows with bows, and the silver arrows were about to come out.

"It's a fresco, no, it's an illusion created by a fresco!" Simon Guanxi muttered to himself.

"The murals here have void mysteries, so my old man won't hallucinate!" Xuan Lingzi said with a smile next to him.

The two of them continued to fall slowly, the white light of the Yuan Lingguang Stone reflected the lifelike paintings on the cave wall, and the content of the murals was strange and all-encompassing. There are flowers, grasses, trees, trees, trees, roads, bridges, rivers, boats, people, beasts, monsters, monsters, demons, immortals, saints, gods, Buddhas, red, yellow, blue, green, still, moving, and not still, I don't know why, there are male thieves, female prostitutes, chickens and dogs, there are handsome gentlemen, there are fair ladies, there are yellow women selling melons, there are blue sisters-in-law, there are small people in the market, there are public adults, there are scoundrels, there are heroes, there are monks, there are Taoists, there are farmers, there are hawkers, there are merchants, there are pawns, there are men and women, there are men and women, there are men and women, there are no men and women, there are chaos, there are two eyes, there are gold, wood, water, earth and fire, there are Maitreya Buddhas preaching in Yangon, and there are Taoists, gentlemen, and golden lotus。

Looking down further, a naked fat bald man with a grinning round face is a ball of kindness, shaking his ass hard, and the bewitching woman who is lying on his stomach caters to the rhythm of the man, looking intoxicated and tilting his head and panting.

Ximen Guanxi closed his eyes and shook his head, and when he opened his eyes again, where would the male and female copulation chart move, it was clear that he was hallucinating again.

Ximen Guanxi admired this picture of the world's various forms of cultivation and truthfulness, these murals are so exquisite and vast, and the painting techniques are so ingenious, it should take countless years to complete.

Xing Tian saw that the speed of their appreciation of the murals slowed down, and he didn't rush when he watched from a distance.

The exquisite murals were endless, and Xuan Lingzi pulled up Ximen Guanxi and flew down. With the acceleration of the falling speed, suddenly a fireball flew over from below, the fireball was getting bigger and bigger in the eyes, the heat flame was rolling in the face, the heat wave could barbecue people to death, the fireball was close at hand, at this moment of life and death, Ximen Guanxi was shocked and suddenly jumped up.

"Hey, wake up!" Xuan Lingzi shouted next to his ear.

The sound wave entered the brain, and Ximen Guanxi woke up with a spirit, and he was still a little afraid, but it turned out to be a hallucination.

"Did you kid do something wrong, his mind was uncertain, and he always had nightmares! You have to take a course of calming pills to wake up your brain when you go back!" Xuan Lingzi quipped.

Ximen Guanxi laughed wryly, and when he looked at it, the fireball of the mural in front of him was emitting a fiery red light, reflecting a rock wall.

"If you see the light emitted by the fireball, it means that you are still hallucinating!" Xuan Lingzi said as he passed.

The two of them continued to fall, and suddenly Xuan Lingzi stopped, pointed to the cave wall in front of him and said, "Do you see if this picture will move!"

Ximen Guanxi looked forward, only to see that there is a huge mural with a width of more than ten zhang on the rock wall in front of him, and the cursive script of the dragon flying and the phoenix dancing at the top of the mural is 'Shanghe Tu', next to it is a bright red font obscure seal inscription.

The frescoes are truly exquisite, and every detail is vividly depicted. In the center of the mural is a small river divides the market into two sides, and the street above is centered on the tall castle tower, and the houses with gray tiled roofs are lined up one after another, there are tea houses, wine shops, temples, butcher shops, etc., and the shops next to the street have silk and satin, jewelry and spices, incense paper and candles, etc., in addition to Chinese medicine clinics, horse-drawn carriage repairs, There are businessmen doing business, there are gentry watching the street scene, there are officials riding horses, there are hawkers hawking sedan chairs, there are family members who are riding sedan chairs, there are family members who ride sedan chairs, there are monks who carry baskets, there are tourists who ask for directions, there are children in the streets and alleys, there are children of wealthy families who drink in restaurants, there are disabled old people who beg on the edge of the city, men and women, old and young, farmers and businessmen, three religions and nine streams, everything。

Ximen Guanxi looked at it carefully, and saw that the merchant ships gathered on the wharf in the middle of the river, and the ships in the river came and went, end to end, or the slender man pulled, or the boatman rocked, some were full of goods, upstream, and some were berthed, and were nervously unloading. Across the river is a large, intricately constructed stone arch bridge, with a large boat waiting to cross the bridge. The boatmen were supported by bamboo poles, long poles were used to hook the bridges, some were tied to the boats with hemp ropes, and a few tall and thin men were busy lowering the masts so that the boats could pass. The people on the neighboring boat were also pointing and shouting loudly, and the boat was busy both inside and outside the boat as the boat crossed the bridge. The people on the bridge were sweating for the tense scene of crossing the boat.

A row of verdant willows swayed gently in the wind on the riverbank, and a thin scholar under the tree was reading a book in a daze. Looking down along the embankment, a team of horses on the road outside the city in the distance with a puff of smoke and dust came to the city from afar, five donkeys were burdened, the groom in front drove the leading livestock to the bridge at the bend, and the packer behind drove the pack team forward with a horse whip, the destination was about to arrive, and from the look of the packer skillfully driving the pack team knew that they were old horse gangs who had been walking for many years.

A small sampan is tied to a tree head next to the bridge, and several small farm yards are scattered and orderly among the trees, and there are four crow's nests on the branches of several tall trees. There are several stone mills in the threshing field, which are used for threshing during the autumn harvest, and are still idle there. There are several sheep in the sheepfold, and next to the sheepfold are chicken and duck pens.

Simon Guanxi moved his eyes to the river again, and a large and beautifully decorated ship was swimming upstream, and a rough and strong man in the canopy was lying on the delicate maid and shaking his buttocks!

Ximen Guanxi was fascinated by it, and said in a wooden voice: "Ancestor, I see that the whole painting is moving, the river is flowing, the boat is going upstream, the carriages and horses are moving, the smoke and dust are moving, the pedestrians on the road are also moving, the people who are bowing in the school field are moving, and I can vaguely hear the sound of children running and playing in the painting." There will be the sound of running water again, and the sound of noisy street markets. ”

"No, no, the Dao Ji is unstable, and the mind is restless!" Xuan Lingzi shook his head and said.

Simon Guanxi dreamily pointed to a field in the upper right corner of the mural and said, "Oh! Why is this old farmer driving the big yellow dog to plow the field!"

"It's not like that, a big yellow dog is used to plow the fields!, it's clearly a black buffalo!" Xuan Lingzi shook his head and said.

"Ancestor, this boy looks white and innocent, why is he riding a big white pig on his way!" said Simon Guanxi, pointing to the scene in the middle of the market.

Xuan Lingzi knocked his head with his hand and said, "Where is the big white pig, it is clearly a big white horse, you are hallucinating!"

"Painting the famous paintings made by St. Maleon, every stroke contains a void mystery! If you can not be confused by it, you need a stable foundation and a stable mind! Listen, I will pass on to you a method of cultivating the mind!" Xuan Lingzi muttered, teaching a mysterious and obscure formula.

Ximen Guanxi carefully recited the mantra of the heart, and when he remembered it, it was the black buffalo that went to watch the ploughing of the field, and the black buffalo became a big yellow dog again.

When I was thinking about it, I went to watch the scribe ride a big white horse, and when I didn't care about it, the big white horse turned into a big white pig.

"Hehe, okay, the son can be taught!" Xuan Lingzi looked at Ximen Guanxi's seriousness and praised him.

"If you practice for a while, you can't do it overnight. Don't fish for three days and dry your nets for two days, put a little effort into practicing this trick every day, and after a long time, you must reach the realm of always being attentive and never forgetful!" Xuan Lingzi Chunchun taught.

Ximen Guanxi listened carefully to the teachings of the ancestors, practiced carefully for a while, and then when he went to look at the painting, sometimes it was still and sometimes moved, at least the old buffalo would not be seen as a big yellow dog, and gradually made a little progress.

Xing Tianzhuo waited for about a stick of incense, and then opened his mouth to urge: "Hey, old fairy, what are you muttering to the kid? Do you dare to come down!"

"Practice a mental technique, and you will come down immediately!" Xuan Lingzi shouted down.

Ximen Guanxi came back to his senses from the artistic conception of the mental method, Xuan Lingzi waved his hand, and a cage of clear light was rolled against the rock wall, and the mural began to tremble, and then the painting gradually broke away from the rock wall, and the painting was completely peeled off.

With a move, the mural flew over. Xuan Lingzi rolled the mural into a roll and handed it over, and Ximen Guanxi took it and put it in the storage ring.

Seeing his stunned appearance, Xuan Lingzi explained: "This painting is a copy of the idea of the painting saint engraved on the rock wall, I peel off the idea from the desirable, and you can use this painting to practice the mind in the future." ”