Da Zhong didn't know the route in the cemetery. He just emptied his mind and faced his ancestors with a sincere heart. /p
There are no lies in the ancestral tomb. Many years ago, Lao Zhiguo once told Da Zhong that when he entered the ancestral tomb as a king, he must abandon all his distracting thoughts and maintain sincerity from heart to body. "Let yourself expose everything". Whether it is the green paint in the tomb passage or other objects hidden in the darkness, they are all "gods" brought out from the ancestral tombs in their hometown by the little people who were lucky enough to escape. The origins of these "gods" can be traced back to Duo Duo The divine ancestor of the country - Zhuju Qi Duoduo of the Tang Dynasty. /p
It can also be said that the essence of the three major magical arts in Duoduo Kingdom is almost gathered in the ancestral tomb. From the outside, the ancestral tomb looks like a large mountain, but when you walk inside, you will often feel that the outline is larger than the outside. , this is an advanced combination of miniaturization and deception. The space inside seems to be limited to a mountain, but in fact it is no less than the size of the entire mountain. The changes under this lie have reached the point of changing the space. Effect. /p
However, the origin of deception in the ancestral tomb - the aura of divine energy still exists. This aura itself exudes endless lies. The ancestral tomb created under these conditions has become a lie-free place, and new lies are spreading in the ancestral tomb. The tomb looks pale and weak, but it can "squeeze out" the scam of the ancestral tomb and attach it to the "liar", causing the person who broke into the ancestral tomb to make mistakes again and again, and finally died in the unknown. Even if you are lucky enough to escape, you will become insane due to enduring countless scams. /p
The green paint is a wake-up call to the kings of all ages, warning them that no matter what time, the truth can never be shaken from its core position. Tang Zhujuqi Duoduo wants his descendants to return to the world of sincerity and be a real person. A "person", not a villain living quietly among the vegetation. /p
Most of the intruders will get lost in the green paint, because the smell of the paint is overpowering, and the intruders are almost all Duoduo people. They have been accustomed to deception since they were young. When they encounter this kind of stench, they will naturally He will deceive his body so that he can easily get through the difficulties, and therefore commit a taboo. /p
The big clock walked about fifty feet before the green paint came to an end. While groping forward in the darkness, we can always see some sourceless light, which illuminates what our ancestors expected them to see. Soon, the big bell came to the stone tablet. /p
The stone tablet is full of carvings, and it is so high that it does not reach the top. In front of the stone tablet is a high platform. After walking up to the big bell, the lies on the stone tablet disappear, and the face of the tablet takes on a new look. It is covered with records about the ancestors who survived that year. The paper of language is the heartfelt words written with blood. Every word is full of regret, and every sentence can be seen with tears. The ancestors summed up a truth of blood at the cost of 3 billion deaths - the art of tempering the divine body is absolutely perfect. It cannot be seen again. /p
But they cannot destroy this technique, and because it is the core "energy" of the ancestral tomb and cannot abandon it, kings of all generations have been passing on this curse for many years, and there is no seamless wall in the world. The third witchcraft The news suddenly spread like wildfire one year, putting more and more pressure on successive kings. Lao Zhiguo was a typical example of someone who suffered from mental problems. Whenever he heard the words of the third witchcraft, he would always His whole body was tense and his spirit reached a high level of tension. It was so severe that he drove his grandson, who had the most talent in history, out of the country just because of a young and immature mistake. /p
"Humph" Da Zhong said indifferently, but lowered his head. The words on the paper on the stone tablet could not help but make his heart tremble. He suppressed his emotions and turned his eyes away from the stone tablet. Soon after, he seemed to hear something coming from afar. The screams sounded like thousands of people crying in his ears. There was a voice in his heart, tempting or forcing him to look at the stone tablet. /p
Dazhong shouted loudly and slapped his ears with both hands, causing a burst of tinnitus. He took this opportunity to immediately escape from the high platform. However, the paper on the stone tablet did not disappear and remained there. No matter what Dazhong did next, Wherever he goes, he can clearly see the stone tablet at a certain location. This is a kind of psychological torture. Da Zhong just wants to find the magic as soon as possible and leave as soon as possible. /p
After a while, he heard a rustling sound, and the bell came to a puddle. He saw several princes who had broken in in advance. This was not surprising. Their desire for divine magic was as much as anyone else's. /p
Prince Lu Wan's condition was not very optimistic. Half of his eyeballs were gray, and it seemed that his vision had been severely damaged. The second prince stood aside to support him, but his condition was not much better. His head was covered with dust and his spirit was very listless. /p
Prince Qiao was already lame in one leg and was "cheated" into lameness. Prince Dandan, perhaps because of his youth and sincerity, was not greatly affected, but his brothers suffered. /p
When the prince and princes saw the big clock, they were startled, then frightened, and finally changed to a look of pleading. Prince Qiao said: "We were compatriots, show us a way to survive. After we get out, you We won’t resist what we want to do, okay?”/p
The big clock had a cold face, but it still pointed in a direction into the darkness. These princes and princes hurriedly crawled over, even closing their eyes, and even if they encountered something, they had to rush forward straight away. As long as they tried many times, those who were born by The false walls of lies will disappear. /p
Da Zhong walked aimlessly in the darkness. He had no idea where the magic was. He encountered several more corpses on the way, and once again pointed out the way for the lost princes. The stone monument was always within his sight. It was like a long whip whipping into his heart. /p
"I can't find it, I still can't find it." Dazhong walked for unknown lengths and forgot the route behind him. There was no one else around him. He was not worried, but he was silently anxious, "Why can't I still find it?" Where is it hidden?"/p
An hour later, Dazhong saw the tomb passage covered with green paint again. He did not believe that it was the way out of the ancestral tomb, so he walked up slowly and experienced torture again. /p
As expected, the head of the tomb passage is the stone door. The door has been opened, and Lao Zhiguo is sitting leaning against the door. The light coming in falls on Lao Zhiguo. /p
Lao Zhiguo felt like he was exhausted, or in other words, he had gained a kind of relief. The secret he had guarded for many years no longer existed. He subconsciously walked here in a moment of blankness and despair. He also knew that the big bell had entered here, and he Sitting behind the door quietly waiting for the big clock. /p
"Why?" Da Zhong walked up to Lao Zhiguo, looked down at him and said coldly: "It's right here, I can feel it, why can't I find it?"/p
Lao Zhiguo looked haggard. He turned his head and grinned his chapped lips helplessly and feebly. His smile was silent and miserable. He closed his eyes and may have been struck by reality. Lao Zhiguo's voice was as loud as a mosquito's, and he said: "Oh - do you still remember what I said to you back then?"/p
"There are no lies in the ancestral tomb," Dazhong replied coldly, "I haven't used my ability, but I still can't find it."/p
"That's right." Lao Zhiguo raised his head, his eyes slightly cloudy, "But you lied, my dear grandson."/p
Da Zhong frowned. He couldn't remember any lies he had told. At this moment, only the clothes on his body were still covering him. /p
Lao Zhiguo looked at the big clock with pity and sadness, and sighed: "We are all the same. We have become accustomed to treating lies as reality. This is the punishment given to us by our ancestors. Have you forgotten? Big Zhong, you are already dead."/ p
The big clock trembled all over, biting his lip suddenly, and blood dripped down, hitting the ground. Yes, he was dead, not long ago. He himself is the biggest lie, and he violated the rules of the ancestral tomb from the beginning. /p
Lao Zhiguo then said quietly: "Poor grandson, the ancestors took pity on you. You died and they did not punish you. Go out and don't enter here again. You are no longer qualified."/p
"No!" Da Zhong suddenly grabbed Lao Zhiguo's shoulders and pressed him heavily against the wall. His emotions collapsed instantly. He could not accept this reality. He roared: "Take me to find it! Otherwise I will Kill you!"/p
There was a pool of clear water in Lao Zhiguo's eyes, and he looked at the big clock calmly with relief. /p
Da Zhong's words became stuttered due to excitement, and his eyes were already bloodshot. He said solemnly: "You know how much I have paid for this. Take me to find it. I have the qualifications and I deserve it." The tone changed from uneasiness to warning, then to discussion, and even to begging. /p
Lao Zhiguo was relieved, his skin relaxed, and his spirit immediately "dropped". He turned into a hunched-over little old man, and the years were fully reflected in his old and folded wrinkles. /p
"Okay, I'll take you to find it, poor baby. I've been tortured by it all my life, and so have you all your life. You're so pitiful, come on." Lao Zhiguo walked tremblingly towards the ancestral tomb. /p
At Lao Zhiguo's feet, the area inside the ancestral tomb shrunk to twice the size of the hilltop seen from the outside. It turns out that the road the big clock traveled before was mostly an empty road. Lao Zhiguo quickly brought the big clock to the stone tablet. /p
"Don't show me this, I want magic!" Da Zhong roared heartbreakingly, his emotions reaching the edge of explosion or collapse. /p
"Child, grandpa told you that before you get the magic, you have to read all the blood letters of your ancestors. This is the rule"/p
Da Zhong was trembling all over, and his face even started to twitch. He nodded, suppressing his restlessness, muttering something good, and looking towards the pieces of paper, but the bloody words on the paper could no longer penetrate him. In his heart, he scanned and read them one by one as if he was doing a task. Lao Zhiguo stood beside him, reading from the beginning with him. Lao Zhiguo's eyes were full of tears. They were very close, but in the middle That narrow gap was like a chasm that spanned hundreds of years, separating them from heaven and earth, breaking the yin and yang. /p
The lips of both of them were trembling, Dazhong's hand was clenched and turned purple, and Lao Zhiguo's lower lip turned purple. /p
