Volume 1 In 2007, I Was Infused With Golden Silkworm Gu by Grandma Chapter 10 Formation and Fighting
There are murals on the ceiling and walls of this hall.
The colors of this mural are mainly a combination of red and black, and the lines are simple and bright, either horizontal, vertical, or arc. They are not rigidly attached to the real thing at all, and have their own style. These paintings have the movement of heaven, earth, yin, and yang.
Five elements, gods, birds and beasts, chariots and horses, ceremonial guards, architecture... Each painting can be regarded as an independent individual, but there are some patterns and patterns that connect it into a whole picture.
What surprised me in this painting was that the people described there were exactly the same as the murals I saw in Qingshan Realm. They were all small people with three eyes and square eyes on their foreheads.
Similarly, there is still part of the sacrifice on the mural, with countless little figures jumping into the flames and their souls sublimating.
Shennongjia and Qingshanjie are thousands of miles apart, but they are magically connected by such a mural.
I suddenly remembered the story that Deaf Luo told me, the legend about a huge, hidden country, Yelang. Is this place the former hometown of Yelang? In history, there really was such a dynasty.
Did they thrive here and even spread to the hinterland of the Han Dynasty?
Or is it just a miraculous similarity? Then, how to explain the head and internal organs arranged on the stone platform at the entrance of the cave?
Looking at these complicated and changing patterns, I was a little out of breath. I felt like thousands of years of history were weighing down like a mountain.
In addition to murals, there are many stone cauldrons, stone platforms, lotus burners, spiritual platforms and other sacrificial objects in this hall. In the center, there is a large platform half a meter above the ground, which is the altar, and there is still a stone tripod on it.
There are eight stone lamps around it, in the shape of human beings. Compared with the stone tripod in the room where the "Bagua Soul Leaving Array" is installed, it is taller and thicker, with a height of one foot (three meters and three meters).
On the top of the handle, there is a metallic sparkle.
Around the altar, there are dense white bones, overlapping each other, but they are well preserved and can be assembled into a complete human body. There are four copper lamps in the entire hall, and the fireworks are flickering on and off. The third uncle took a deep breath and said this
It is the ointment of the black-scaled shark. This ointment has a low ignition point. One drop can light up for several months. The candle made of the ointment from the body of the black-scaled shark is an ever-lasting lamp and is worth thousands of gold. It is a pity that this thing has been destroyed.
Too many kills, now they are rare.
To be able to afford such a thing, here... it's really not that simple.
Is there a magic circle here? The third uncle took out the compass, chanted a mantra, and then worshiped in all directions. He said there was no, at least not under the altar.
We walked over and saw that inside the stone cauldrons scattered around, there was a layer of grease and a lot of bones. I saw that the third uncle's face turned pale and asked what was going on. He pointed to the carvings on the stone cauldron and said that there were
Do you know what it is? I said, maybe it was a dead person. He nodded and said yes, this is the most barbaric and bloody human sacrifice. Look at it, burning, drowning, buried alive, throat piercing to drain blood and beheading,
This is not surprising. This cauldron is filled with minced meat. Do you know what minced meat is? My face turned pale and I didn't say anything. He nodded and said that he just chopped the living people into meat and steamed them into meat soup.
Sacrifice.
Zhou Lin felt empty in his stomach and felt like vomiting again. He suppressed it and asked what dynasty this place was from and why it was so barbaric.
The third uncle shook his head and said that he was not very clear either. These characters were not part of the Chinese pictographic system and he did not understand them.
The uncle interjected next to him and said that it should be from the Han Dynasty, maybe the Western Han Dynasty. Looking at the metal on the stone tripod, it is bronze, and the style should be from the Han Dynasty. Let's continue to look at it, they are all large and small items.
There were almost none. I wonder if tomb robbers had visited before, so that was why it was like this. After saying that, he sighed, they had been in the area on the right just now, but they didn't know that there was such a scene here.
I'm a little anxious. We came here to see these dusty historical places and not just to ask where Duoduo is?
The third uncle pointed to the huge cauldron on the altar and said that if the compass showed it correctly, it would be there.
I heard this and was about to step forward when he pulled me back. He said first look at what is on the altar. Then I looked under the dim light and saw that on the floor of the altar, the edge protruded a little and there was something inside.
The layers of dirt were black and did not have the texture of ordinary stone. Did I say it was paint? He shook his head and said no, it was blood, human blood. The bones and dead people on the ground were the providers of this blood. What kind of altar needs it?
So many living people come to offer sacrifices? It must be an extremely evil god, or the devil. This cauldron has always been the most common and mysterious ritual vessel. It is a symbol of royal power and a national treasure. Why does it appear here? Have you ever wondered?
Past this point?
I still shook my head and asked why?
He looked solemn and said that they had just seen this cauldron in the corridor on the right.
There are three bottles or even more tripods in one room, which is unusual and very evocative. In his personal opinion, there is something that needs to be suppressed here, so the three tripods were installed. I looked at him and asked him
Does it mean that something is being suppressed under this giant stone cauldron? He nodded and said, maybe this is an ancient battlefield to appease the souls of those who died in battle; maybe this ditch is the dragon vein that rejuvenates the country, is thick, accumulates, and stores Qi.
It is also a sign of good fortune; the Jiao Vein is responsible for disasters, wars, disasters, plagues, disintegration, failure to control, and death; or it can be said that this is a very yin place... Anyway, it is very complicated here!
I don't know what it means, but Duoduo is right in front of me, how can I ignore it?
I insisted on going to take a look, but he frowned and said that this formation is incredible, "Yi has Tai Chi, it is the birth of Liang Yi." Looking at the layout of the altar, it should be the Yin and Yang Liang Yi Wuxiang Formation, dangerous, too dangerous
It's either life or death. Not only him, but also the old man from his family, or Tao Jinhong, the headmaster of the Maoshan Sect, is here. There are only five or five numbers to break the formation. You have to think carefully and don't do anything wrong.
I grinned and said that my life is full of ups and downs and has always been difficult, but every time I am down and out, I can always meet a noble person and things turn around. Maybe I have enough shit luck.
Seeing what I said, the third uncle did not hold back, and ordered everyone to retreat to the door. He told me that they would keep an eye on it and stop it if there was any change. I nodded and walked towards the altar. No.
After walking a few meters, I suddenly heard a shrill cry from Zhou Lin. I turned around and looked back, only to see a black figure rushing in at the door of the hall, holding Zhou Lin and rolling on the ground.
This black shadow was more than two meters long. It was covered in blood, as if it had been skinned. It drew dark red wet marks on the ground. It was dripping with blood. There was a fishy wind everywhere, and it also made a roar that sounded like crying and laughing. It was endless.
"You evil beast, stop!"
Sanshu and Zamao Xiaodao shouted in unison, each revealed their weapons and rushed forward. In Sanshu's hand was a lightning strike jujube sword, while Zamao Xiaodao had an ordinary hunting knife. However, inside
The one who reacted the fastest was his uncle Xiao Yingwu. With just one stride, he came in front of the two of them. There was a dagger in his intact right hand and he slashed towards the bloody monster's neck.
However, the two of them rolled over without distinguishing between friend and foe. How could they be separated so easily? Zhou Lin screamed in pain. After a while, they rolled onto a stone cauldron in the hall. The blood monster hit it first, and it was so strong.
Surprisingly, it knocked over the stone cauldron at once. This cauldron is similar to a tripod, but it is small, with a round bottom and thin feet, half a meter high. If it falls down, it will not hit anyone, but it is still sticky after it has been there for an unknown period of time.
All the human oil covered the two of them.
Ah, this shrill scream was not made by Zhou Lin, but by the blood monster.
It hurt, and human oil dripped all over the body. Black smoke emitted from the red and rolling flesh, and it actually twisted into terrifying human faces.
No matter how strong the nerves of this beast were, he couldn't bear it. He threw Zhou Lin away and beat the two fleshy mounds on his chest wantonly, howling.
Like a wild gorilla.
By its beating, I could see that this was not the Lao Shizi blood beast. It was clearly the female Xiaoyang that I had just left outside the stone gate and was controlled by the little demon Duoduo using the "Soul Leaving Curse".
It's the Gan Giant. What's going on? It's covered in blood and flesh. Could it be that it endured huge pain and squeezed all the way out of the narrow corridor? Isn't this too ridiculous?
Looking at the skin and bones all over its body, even a beast cannot have such great perseverance, right?
Zhou Lin finally calmed down. He was grabbed by Zamao Xiaodao and dragged out. His uncle's dagger "swiped" twice and broke Xiaoyang's hamstring, but he was kicked away by the guy.
, was hit in the hip bone, I was in a hurry, I can’t say that I had much strength, but my uncle was a wounded person, and he suddenly lost his fighting ability. I was about to rush forward, and my third uncle yelled not to move, and we all looked at
He looked at the struggling Xiaoyang with a solemn face and said that it was coming.
After my third uncle said these words, I suddenly felt so gloomy that all my questions were instantly solved.
"It" is here, or it has always been there, so we are trapped, so this Xiaoyang wants to get into this tomb even if the skin and flesh of his body is separated. Because it is there, it controls Xiaoyang, so the huge pain
The sense is blocked in time, so it will attack us. There is even a possibility that the reason why this ditch is inaccessible, why people often die, and why it is protected by Xiaoyang, is because of its presence?
Really? What is it guarding?
Black mist lingered around Xue Xiaoyang, and the ghostly faces were still rising and disappearing. The third uncle glanced at the two injured people on the ground and the mixed hair path, and shouted: "In times of crisis, only when the enemy dies can we survive! Can we breathe?"
Everyone, stand up, form the 'Tiangang Four Symbol Formation', and recite the Maoshan Ghost Exorcism Mantra, Taishang Laojun, be as anxious as the law!" As soon as he shouted, Zhou Lin, who was wailing on the ground, and Xiao Xiao, who had a big cold sweat on his face,
Uncle Du staggered up, his movements were slow, but he took strange steps and movements very skillfully, one step at a time, one forward and one back, one yin and one yang, the beginning and the end were synchronized.
The four of them are like one person, like puppets on strings, with pious expressions and step-by-step steps.
As they danced, inexplicable changes seemed to have taken place in the space. Stones were thrown into the quiet lake water, and ripples spread out in all directions. The field of "Qi" was turbulent and roaring, and was in contact with the sky above the head.
Some distant existences echo each other.
At the same time, Xue Xiaoyang, who had been doused with human oil, finally stopped beating his chest out of control and calmed down.
When it opened its eyes, it was as bloody as the sea and as black as a prison.
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