Lan Jue was slightly surprised: "Just open the Tianmen and send me back to Quetai?"

Wang Yan smiled with his hands behind his back: "Yes, I can recite these sentences too. Three horizontal lines meet one vertical line, and bow wood meets Changcai; he only opened the Tianmen and sent me back to the Quetai."

A few guards carrying lanterns walked out from the depths of the tomb chamber inside the door. The guards who were escorting them also took the lead in entering the stone gate, and the gathering lights illuminated a white stone tablet.

The stone tablet is about 100 meters high, and the stone is like jade. It is horizontally located in front of it, with two lines of vermilion red characters engraved on it—

Life returns to dust, death returns to earth, death returns to earth, death transforms into life returns to dust;

There is a way ahead, but there is no way ahead. Everything has its own appearance and is originally nothing.

Wang Yan looked back at the three of them: "Did you feel the chill?"

Lan Jue stopped and glanced at the stone tablet: "Good characters are free and easy, and they are even more elegant and extraordinary. The underground palace is covered with stone walls, which is indeed cold. But the stone tablet blocks the eyes and has not seen the sky gate. I don't know whether to return to the dust and soil or the palace, and I don't know how to be a female when it opens and closes?"

Zhang Ping raised his hand and touched the stone tablet, looking at the dust marks on his hand. Wang Yan said, "I laughed stubbornly, but this monument is not completely mysterious. There is really no road ahead."

Zhang Ping silently bypassed the stone tablet first. Wumei secretly glanced at Wang Yan and Lan Jue, pinched the tricks, recited the spell silently, and followed Zhang Ping in small steps.

There is indeed no way behind the stone tablet, but it is still a stone tablet.

To be precise, it is a stone wall with two monuments on the left and right.

The two steles on this wall are all black, the center stone wall is 1.2 meters wide and the person is tall. There are several lines of vermilion red characters above, which looks like the white stele in front of them.

Those who see the orphans worship; those who respect the orphans will bless; those who violate the orphans will die!

Wumei Shengsheng had a cold war and said to Zhang Ping, who was reaching out toward the stone wall: "Be careful, don't move the things in the tomb."

Wang Yan said in a distance with his hands behind his back: "It's okay, touch it, our department has just touched it."

Wumei held all kinds of unlucky words in his throat, and watched Zhang Ping touch the stone wall and the handwriting again and again. After touching, he rubbed his fingers as he was still unfulfilled, and raised them to his eyes to look at them.

After Zhang Ping touched the stone wall, he turned to look at the two small monuments on the left and right.

These two small monuments were each carried by a stone carved tile. The left monument carved four words "Like empty but not empty" and the right monument carved four words "Invisible and invisible". The monument carved are the color of ordinary stone.

Zhang Ping touched the squid, the small stele and the carvings on the stele. Lan Jue looked at the handwriting on the stone wall, frowned slightly. Wang Yan stood aside with his hands behind his back: "How about it, have you seen it? Good things are behind."

Lan Jue said nothing for the time being. Zhang Ping took his finger from a crocodile head and stood up. Wumei continued to recite the scriptures, and then bypassed the two monuments and one wall.

Behind, there is a wide stone chamber, a high dome, and a cold wall. The lights in the hands of the guards were still very bright and bright, and they suddenly became faint and thin.

There are several "people" who are still moving.

The surroundings seemed to be a little colder again, which made people involuntarily want to hold their breath. Zhang Ping squatted down and touched the smooth stone floor, and walked step by step to the "people".

The curtains covered by dust are thick and gorgeous, the lacquer chairs are simple in style, and the carvings are ingenious. The man sitting upright behind the head's desk is tall and crowned, but there is a hint of alienation and loneliness on his handsome face, as if he is staring at the steps, or looking at the unknown void, the copper cast skin reflects a faint warmth in the light.

There are several small cases on the left and right steps of the main seat. The bronze statues behind the case include long robes and gauze caps, armor and swords. The posture is solemn, generous, listening, or meditating.

There were cups and cups on the table. It seemed that these people or objects were only fixed on this dark ground by legendary spells. When a ray of sunlight fell, the copper casting would turn into life, and the cups would discuss matters and disperse dust and time.

Zhang Ping and others were like uninvited guests who were unintentionally breaking in. Even if they were shuttled between the table and touching the body in front of them, they could not penetrate the invisible barriers. They could only stand on the side of the torrent of two or three hundred years and viewed from afar.

Zhang Ping raised his sleeves, wiped the dust on the shoulders of the top bronze statue, and handed a cloth towel on the side of the guard holding a lantern. Lan Jue glanced at the surroundings: "The bronze statue at the top, I think it's the king."

His voice was gentle, but it still seemed abrupt in the empty hall, as if it had suddenly broken a sleeping barrier.

Zhang Ping said: "Yes."

Wumei coughed lightly and was about to pull Zhang Ping secretly, Wang Yan also said, "Yes, look at the color of the clothes, it should be."

He still stood beside him with his hands in his arms, looking at Zhang Ping who was touching and looking back and forth.

"Did you see anything?"

Zhang Ping picked up the cup in front of the king, looked at it, sniffed it again, and did not reply. Wumei coughed again, and secretly pulled Zhang Ping again. Lan Jue said, "Looking at this stone chamber alone, it does not look like a tomb chamber, but like a sacrifice hall. But generally worship is in the ground hall, not in the underground palace."

Could it be that the people of the Chu Dynasty at that time had known that the country had not been long and were afraid that the palace would be destroyed by war, so they were moved underground?

Then why do you have to create such a situation again?

Zhang Ping raised his head slightly: "Sir, right. This is the sacrificial hall. The bronze statues and the utensils are not thick in dust, and the bronze statues are very shiny, and the cups and plates are not like new, and they have been scrubbed."

He put down the cup, walked down the steps quickly, walked straight to Wang Yan, and suddenly crawled on the ground.

Wumei just breathed a sigh of relief, but found that Zhang Ping was not kowtowing to Lord Wang to admit his mistake, but was lying on the ground and knocking on the ground with the broken brick he had just picked up at the entrance of the tomb passage.

Wang Yan frowned impatiently: "Okay, get up."

Zhang Ping got up and retreated to the side. Two guards walked up, took an iron rod and pried it up, and lifted a stone slab.

Wang Yan stared at Zhang Ping: "I can't feel any abnormality when I step here. Are you because I stand here and judge that there is something here?"

Zhang Ping bowed and said, "Report to the Lord. The Lord thought that since it is a worship, there must be offerings. But these bronze statues are like drinking and discussing the situation. If the worshiper presents the offerings, they will not be sent to the front desk suddenly. The Lord stood directly opposite the head of the upper leader, which was the right place for the lowly person to worship. The Lord stood here again, and asking questions seemed to be testing the Lord. The Lord speculated that it might be here."

Wang Yan shouted: "You kid should have a wink." The guards carried the stone slabs aside, and rows of boxes were neatly placed in the exposed stone pit.

The guard took out one and opened it, and there was a bunch of hair in the box.

The other guards took out the boxes one by one, all of which were full of hair, some of which were bunches, and the slightly larger boxes contained several bunches, dozens or even dozens of bunches.

The hair is getting more and more, and Wumei has goosebumps are rising layer by layer: "My sir, I have a shallow understanding... I can't tell for a moment what the intention is..."

Zhang Ping's expressionless face: "Hair instead of head."

Wang Yan said, "You have made the same judgment as the head office again." Looking at Lan Jue and Wumei with his eyes straight, he raised his eyebrows, "These hairs should be cut off from the head of the killed person, instead of the head, and worshipped the tomb owner."

Zhang Ping said: "It's not the tomb owner, it's the king of He."
Chapter completed!