Chapter 428 (1/2)

Those kowtow when they meet a God in the tourist area, and those who kowtow when they meet a temple are really strange.

People thought that there were many kowtow methods in China. In fact, they were all wrong.

It's nonsense. You can't even knock your head. Can the immortal help you?

He Feng kowtowed not because he counseled, but because he didn't know what was going on when he came to this place.

It's also good to knock your heads for peace of mind. As for whether it's of any use.

That is not important. Psychological comfort always considers not whether it is useful, but whether it is useful.

What's more, in essence, practitioners like he Feng are all disciples of Sanqing. What can't be put away? Nothing. Anyway, these people are also from their wives and uncles.

Kowtow to them without any loss.

After that, he turned around and walked to the left. There was a passage there. I didn't know where to go, but now there was only one way. He could only go this way. After all, he couldn't stay here all the time.

That's not fun.

After continuing to walk inside, he Feng was a little strange. The bottom of the Tianchi Lake was clearly a pool of water, and the island was not far away. It was not as big as the space he had experienced. Why was there such a large karst cave space inside?

Is it difficult? Did you encounter a fantasy?

In addition, how much pressure does the dome bear when building such a large-scale building under the huge water body of Tianchi Lake? Will it be unsafe? Moreover, who built such a large amount of work?

You know, in such a harsh climate and environment, the labor required to build such a large project will be enormous, and where does so much labor come from?

Everything is an unknown mystery, which makes people feel creepy the more they think about it.

Thanks to He Feng being a cultivator, if he were an ordinary person, I'm afraid he would have peed his pants at the moment he went in, and then died here.

Without taking a few steps, the passage was not as terrible as the steps, only about ten meters, and then it suddenly opened up in front of him. He Feng hit people up and down inside and only saw himself in front of him.

It's a huge and incomparable space. The space is quite large, about the size of a football field. There is such a large space at the bottom of Tianchi Lake. He Feng thought it was shocking.

His eyes swept around the space. He Feng didn't think there was anything strange.

There are no more than some bookshelves with all kinds of books on them, and the paper on them has turned yellow.

It seems that the years are not short, and his eyes move inward. He Feng suddenly brushes and pulls out his sword. He only sees a lotus throne platform in the distance, sitting impressively in a Taoist robe. A dignified Taoist.

”Who are you? Why did you let me in?” He Feng asked loudly, holding his sword and standing at the hole.

Then there was a dead silence inside. The man didn't seem to hear his trumpet. He still sat there motionless.

He Feng noticed that everything inside was covered with dust, on the bookshelf, on the Bogu shelf and on the nearby stove.