C90 (1/2)

The steps were deep and unfathomable, and the westerly wind had no idea where it led.

Previously, he had used the method of lighting candles to determine that the oxygen content in this space was obviously insufficient.

Therefore, before he entered the underground palace, he specially placed the convenient oxygen tank he bought on his shoulder. The purpose of this was to deal with the increasingly weak oxygen content in the depths of the underground palace.

The two sides of the stairs were engraved with a dense array of murals. These murals' contents were dark and gloomy, most of them appearing as if they had been destroyed or struck down by thunder, as if they had fallen into hell.

When Fang Zishu shone the highly focused flashlight, the murals would be suffused with a deathly white glow, causing people to unconsciously feel intimidated.

Fortunately, Fang Zishu had grown up in the southeast region, where he had the responsibility of beheading demons and eliminating devils. He had spent a long time listening to the clan's elders. These things that terrified ordinary people could not affect him much.

As such, when Fang Zishu saw these terrifying murals, his eyes flashed with only a brief flash of surprise, and he quickly returned to normal.

The content of the first mural was very dark, as it depicted an old man stepping on an old man with a hammer in his hand, and using an iron hammer with strange characters engraved on it, he struck the old man's Sky Peak Acupoint, causing his soul to be unable to escape, and could only be locked inside his body.

When Fang Zishu saw the contents of the murals, he could not help but frown.

He thought of a legend, an extremely ancient legend.

Legend has it that in the southwest of ancient India there existed a country full of killing, lust, and evil. Here the sinners were exiled from other places, the sinners were vicious, and they drank blood like abandoned orphans.

The Buddha Sect's Sect Leader, Domoluo, loved and helped the world and could not bear to see another person wandering in the world. That was why he sat under the Bodhi tree outside Jia Ye City for eighteen years, and at the end of it all, made a vow in front of all the other living things, 'hell is not empty, and he swore that he would never become Buddha'.

From then on, Doromo left everything behind and came here alone. He used the sariras to cut off the 3000 strands of hair of the sinners, cutting off their relationship for the rest of their lives.

Logically speaking, the colors used to carve this kind of drawing onto the stone wall should have been varied, but the mural in front of them had never been painted with any kind of paint. It was completely dark and gave off an indescribable feeling of darkness.

”Qi Sanpang, what do you think these murals on both sides mean?” Fang Zishu turned his head, wanting to ask for Qi Sanpang's opinion.

From Fang Zishu's point of view, Qi Sanpang was a famous general in Huaiyang's area. Ever since his ancestors had become an enlightened sect, they had always been working in the areas of Sanqin and Huaihe to stir up trouble.

He must have seen a lot of murals in the tomb or underground palace, so he should know the specific meaning of these murals.

However, when Fang Zishu turned his head, he suddenly discovered that Qi Sanpang had taken the opportunity to walk to the other side of the catacombs while he was looking at the frescoes.

Before Fang Zishu could ask anything, Qi Sanpang spoke first, ”Brother Fang, come over here quickly. These …” Do you know what these things are? ”

Fang Zishu walked over curiously.