The Back To Heaven

Mystery mural

Between Lin Hao and Yu Mingji, there was a trace of warm affection, and for the others, it was nothing more than a handful of dog food.

For the single dogs around, they are mysteriously shown expressions of affection, which is really unpleasant.

However, Chang Sun Ying's attention was not at all fixed on this. He looked at Lin Hao, and what he thought in his heart was just a sentence he had just unintentionally uttered: This dragon is a saint beast, how could a group of monks be able to kill him?

This group of monks naturally talked about the people in the sect. At first, these people were considered as immortal figures by their ancestors, but Lin Hao's tone was very insulting to them, and, there were many Dragons, which even monks could not handle, he said, subdued by Lin Hao.

This man, how strong is he?

Meng Qiongyun held onto the magnifying glass and looked at the murals one by one. He couldn't help but exclaim. Meng Zhong took the camera and turned on the photo. Since there was no light in the tower, it was completely dark. People like them can see clearly after taking the Sight Pill, but the camera naturally cannot be used in the dark.

Fearing that flashing lights would destroy the mural, Meng Zhong could only pull out his phone to light it up. No signal range on the mountain. Usually they are useless holding their phones. They're always turned off. The moment they were turned on, they still had power, but did not dare to waste it. He simply panned it while taking a picture, and then immediately kept the screen black to save power.

This mural is on the lowest floor, which is the floor where they are. Everything is a construction drawing of the underground building complex. Walking up the stairs, to the second floor, many people lived here. From a picture perspective, the state of daily life is entirely rural life in the country in Chinese history, and there is not much difference from the outside world.

The characters that appear in this image and the clothes they wear are three different colors, red, black, and white. Presumably, Chang Sun Yi and the others had distinguished that these were three different families based on these three colors of clothing, but they did not know the surnames of these three families, either, it was a preconceived belief that the Chang family was one of them.

While looking at the mural, Meng Qiongyun involuntarily walked up the stone stairs.

The mural above is beautifully drawn. There were armies against dragons, people wearing gray robes and witches reciting spells, many people holding sacrifices, weddings and funerals, and the birth of babies. There are many and detailed, very detailed.

When I reached the highest level, I circled the inner wall of the tower and painted a long narrative picture, which was the curse that Chang Sun Yi said. The picture shows a person entering this prison city and being affected by it. After his residents had welcomed in, he bid farewell to the people here again, but those who wore three-colored clothes with extremely anxious and worried expressions on their faces, they said, the movements stopped, as if they were holding back, but in the end this person still left, but when he walked out of Kunlun, he fell to the ground and died.

The painting is very smooth. The expression of the characters in the painting is clear. There were old men blocking them, young girls with sad and sad eyebrows, and the crowd of people had different expressions. When they see, they seem to be able to feel their feelings, emotions, hear them speak.

Seeing Meng Qiongyun watching closely, the others were curious, and walked together to look up.

Fortunately, this stone staircase was extremely spacious, even if many people were walking on it at the same time, it did not feel cramped.

What was recorded in this painting was roughly the same as what Lin Hao and Chang Sun Yi had said before, except that some details had been added. Moreover, the description of the little girl and Zhou Wan towards the characters confirmed those things.

After a while, everyone had already reached the highest place. On the lowest ground, only Lin Hao and Yu Mingji remained, and Da Bai sat on the ground.

As a spirit beast, Da Bai was naturally not interested in this mural. It was meant to protect Meng Qiongyun, but he knew that there was no danger here. I saw that he was just watching the mural, but he did not follow it, and only accompanied Lin Hao. Besides, it's kind of boring.

Yu Mingji looked up and asked Lin Hao curiously: "At this, I am not saying why there are no wooden objects at all. Is it possible that this place is lit by fire, and I'm afraid it's easy to make wood? Will it cause a fire?"

He had not noticed this matter before, but after being raised by everyone, he also had some doubts in his mind. After thinking about it carefully, it seemed like this was the most plausible explanation.

Lin Hao nodded and said: "This is one of the reasons, but it is incomplete. I guess it should be related to the five elements of the prisoner dragon formation. The taboo of this formation was a wood attribute, so it was absolutely forbidden to have the Existence of various wooden utensils."

"Can't you tell me?" Yu Mingji was a little incredulous. According to him, Lin Hao was already omnipotent. In this world, it seemed like there was nothing rare to live with him.

Lin Hao smiled and said: "The formation method has a lot of changes, and there is no uniformity, as long as everyone can set their own formation method according to the most basic laws, the, even if it was between a master heritage and an apprentice, everything would be different. How can I see through everyone's mind and know the personal mysteries within their formation?"

Yu Mingji suddenly realized, "I understand, it's like music. Perhaps the greatest composer can't think of a song sung by a child once in a while."

This metaphor is pretty obvious. Lin Hao smiled and nodded, and said, "But you can say the same thing. I can break this formation, but I can't fully understand the details."

Yu Mingji nodded, but instead, with a hint of curiosity, he said, "How did the people from the Chang family look at these paintings and see that there were nine generations of people living here? There's a baby on it. Based on this, it can only be concluded that there are people living and thriving here, but the exact number of Ninth Generation is in the mural, so you can't say it at all, right?"

Lin Hao scanned the mural again, with a playful look in his eyes.

In the above Taoist account, there are nine generations of words, but people like the chang family do not know Taoism at all, from where do they know it?