The scorching flames came through the open door, making people feel a burning sensation all over their body.
The two of them stared at the door, as if staring directly at the sun. A strong stinging sensation came from the eye sockets, making people unable to help but look away. The eyes were violently stimulated, and tears fell down involuntarily.
There seems to be a sun hidden in that door!
Fortunately, this heat wave came and went away just as quickly.
When the door was completely opened, all the heat flow dissipated.
The expression on Wang Mang's face was somewhat stiff. Such a god wouldn't know how to speak well, would he? Do you have to show off your power over and over again?
"Go in?"
Wang Mang looked at the White Lotus Saint. She who mastered the White Lotus Heart Sutra here was the true inheritor.
"It doesn't matter, let's go!"
White Lotus Saint bit her red lips lightly, grabbed Wang Mang's hand, was slightly half a body ahead of him, and walked into the open door first.
There was no heat flow in the passage, and it even seemed a bit cold and lonely, making people suspect that everything they had seen before was just an illusion.
The two people's footsteps landed on the hard stone, and a crisp sound echoed around them.
Both of them said nothing, only the sweat on their palms could be felt by each other.
This is the inheritance of immortals!
It is something that Emperor Zongming has never seen in more than 20 years of seeking immortality!
Emperor Zongming finally waited for the immortal fate to come from heaven, but he was punched to death by Mo Qiu three times. As a result, Dayue was unable to recover, and rebels broke out everywhere.
However, as the saying goes, there is no place to be found if you step through iron shoes, and it takes no effort to get it.
I'm afraid Emperor Zong Ming has never thought that the immortal inheritance he cherishes so much is hidden in the hands of the White Lotus Sect, which has been unable to be exterminated, and is hidden in Dayue!
The two of them walked very slowly. After walking forward for about a quarter of an hour, their eyes suddenly opened up!
The originally narrow but not spacious passage came to the end, and a huge space appeared in front of the two of them.
This should be the inside of a mountain connected by an underground river. However, part of the inside of the mountain has been dug out by unknown means. There is no entrance to the outside world, and no clues can be found.
But even if only a part of the mountain is dug out, the two people still seem too small in it.
What's even more surprising is that the interior of the excavated mountain looks completely empty at first glance. Only the mountain itself has countless patterns in unreasonably bright colors, making it completely non-dark.
Rather than saying that those things are patterns, perhaps they should be said to be murals!
The mural in front of you is the most eye-catching. The first time you look at the mural, your whole mind is completely drawn into it.
A bright red sun like blood is suspended in the sky. When you look at the sun, a burning sensation will naturally rise from the bottom of your heart, and you can see the billows of flames.
That bloody sun hung high in the sky, shining on everything in the world. Endless flames came down and burned everything that existed. It looked extremely majestic.
But the sun is not the protagonist of this extremely huge mural!
Under that big sun, or rather far away, there was a group of people who were as small as ants compared to them.
Those people flew into the sky and escaped to the earth to show off what they had learned, flying swords, talismans and seals, and all kinds of unnamed flags. There were even mysterious formations covering the sky and the earth, and they rose up to resist under the power of the great sun. .
Countless brilliance burst out, some roared, some despaired, and some wailed.
But in the center of the mural, there is a man holding a long sword, his clothes stained with blood. Only his eyes are slightly exposed, with indomitable faith and determination, roaring like thunder, and the weapon is aimed at the bloody sun high in the sky. , waved the Chang Ge in his hand!
An inexplicable wave with unprecedented will and determination broke through all the constraints and was better than thousands of divine weapons.
At that moment when Chang Ge was waving, the bloody sun that was so high above, overlooking all living beings, actually flew away quickly!
The long sword dances, the sun retreats!
Retreat with force! ! !
The consciousness returns to the physical body, and everything is like a mirror, flowers in water, and moon in the water.
"Huh, that's really awesome."
Wang Mang breathed out a breath of surprise when he came back to his senses.
It was clearly a mural that would not move, but he was completely immersed in it, unable to extricate himself, as if he had witnessed a group of immortals in the past launching a counterattack against the sun in the sky!
That mural seems to contain some extremely strong spiritual imprint. Although it is not as vast and majestic as the Wusheng Old Mother guarding the door, it is more in line with people's own spiritual will.
At least Wang Mang can now recall the heroic feat of retreating from the sun in his mind at any time.
"Wang Lang also saw it?"
Seeing Wang Mang's reaction, the White Lotus Saint thought thoughtfully, "It seems that as long as you enter here, there will be no special influence."
"An unheard-of mural. Do you think the things in this painting are true? Is it possible that a group of immortals really launched a counterattack against the sun in the sky? What about our current sun? Where are those immortals now?"
Several questions popped out of Wang Mang's mouth, and countless doubts disappeared.
The inheritance left by the immortal is far beyond the imagination of ordinary people, and it should have meaning.
Compared to the Immortal's playfulness, Wang Mang is more willing to believe that such a well-hidden White Lotus inheritance must have its roots.
"I'm just a saint, not an immortal!"
The White Lotus Saint said in a dumbfounded voice: "Except for the White Lotus Heart Sutra, the things I know and the Wang Lang know are almost the same. However, if we follow the sect's classics, these murals are most likely to be some kind of metaphor. and code words”
Whether it is Buddhism, Taoism, or even the classics of the White Lotus Sect, one needs extremely profound insights and extensive experience to be able to read them. Simply reading them is not enough, they must also be understood.
So that a thousand people can understand a thousand differences, which can certainly be said to be a hundred flowers blooming, but because of this, it is inevitable that everyone will hold their own opinions and have different opinions on what the original meaning was.
After all, there are not only many factions within the White Lotus Sect, but also Buddhism and Taoism?
Even the leader of the White Lotus can't completely integrate the internal thoughts, let alone the saint!
"Isn't it easy for immortals to talk to you?"
Wang Mang had no choice but to look at the mural in front of him again.
After several experiments, he found that as long as he stared at the mural for no more than three breaths, he would not be forced to immerse himself in it and look at it again.
But other problems also arise.
He had seen the mural about four times and his hair was burnt.
Moreover, his movements and movements all bear a slight resemblance to the man waving a Chang Ge in the painting!
If Saint White Lotus hadn't reminded him, he wouldn't have discovered it himself.
Although he was looking at the painting, the objects in the painting could actually exert an influence on the outside world. Whether it was the great sun or the man wielding the long sword, they all left their mark on him. This was an unheard of miracle!
This is probably a method that only immortals can master!
Wang Mang, who was reminded, looked away and was convinced that there was no text left on the first mural.
"Don't read too much yet, I'm always a little scared."
Touching his hair, which had been burnt and curly by the unknown fire, Wang Mang said with lingering fear.
"There's more ahead!"
The White Lotus Saint held Wang Mang's hand, which was obviously much warmer than ordinary people, and reminded him not to dwell on the first mural for too long.
Such a hollowed-out cave has more than just a single mural!
"If you accidentally fall into it again, you must remind me."
Perhaps because he has not practiced the White Lotus Heart Sutra, Wang Mang is far more immersed in it than the White Lotus Saint, and problems may arise if he is not careful.
After passing the first mural named "Waving Arms to Retreat the Sun" by Wang Mang, another mural was revealed in front of us.
A full moon hung high in the sky, its light so intense that it was almost substantial, turning into a silver ocean.
Under the silver ocean, a green lotus rooted in nothingness.
The green lotus closed its petals and overlapped each other. It was not clear how many petals they had.
Behind the green lotus, there are thousands of golden lotuses that are weaker than them, waving left and right, as if cheering for it.
The moonlight became more and more powerful, almost turning into a piece of steel falling from the sky and falling into the green lotus.
As a result, the green lotus became more and more solid, and a vaguely elegant aura filled the air, with a kind of frightening fluctuation.
The fluctuation became more and more violent, and when it reached its extreme, the full moon hanging high in the sky suddenly collapsed, and all the silver light was absorbed by Qinglian!
And the fluctuations that Qinglian had nurtured to the extreme finally broke out at this moment, relying on the void to control the sky, higher than the full moon!
The petals that were originally closed together suddenly opened, but their original appearance was not visible at all.
Just one petal can cover the sky!
However, the thousands of golden lotuses that originally stayed behind the green lotus were withering and decaying at a very fast speed when the green lotus was fully sublimated. In the blink of an eye, they were already dead, even directly together with the full moon Fall apart.
The image like a brand disappeared from his mind, and Wang Mang came to his senses again.
"What is this?"
Compared with the original "Waving the Arms and Retreating the Sun" which was somewhat easy to understand, Wang Mang couldn't handle the Green Lotus Ascension Picture at all.
Let’s not talk about the fact that the full moon is still fine at this time. What is the purpose of the shattered full moon with the green lotus flying up?
And shouldn’t the thousands of golden lotuses following the green lotus be a symbol of attainment?
Why did the Green Lotus ascend and those Golden Lotuses be destroyed first?
Celebrate by committing suicide?
What a metaphor this can have!
"If you don't understand, don't think about it first. The things left by the immortals must have their own meaning. We don't know. Maybe we can find something when the Brother Gu whom you are familiar with comes."
Saint White Lotus patted Wang Mang's hand and comforted him.
"Look at it first!"
Wang Mang nodded and continued walking towards the next mural.
Compared with the first two murals, the third mural is larger, so big that people have to turn their heads in the cave to see it.
There were several beings hiding in the dark attacking each other!
Even the murals cannot clearly outline their figures. They can only imitate a vague appearance with a few strokes.
One of the figures has a Buddha's light illuminating the world in all directions. Under him, there seem to be thousands of Buddhas chanting sutras continuously, and the magnificent but ethereal sound penetrates all the heavens and all realms.
However, that was not the mantra of the Buddha's voice that protected the world. The Buddha's light swept through and penetrated, and the lights of the stars in the sky disappeared together, became nothing, and completely disappeared.
There is also a person wearing a Taoist robe, holding out his palm in front of him. Creatures from all over the world are living in front of that palm. There are also various heroes fighting among them vaguely. From time to time, you can see powerful people with the power to move mountains and fill seas. The two were fighting each other, and time passed quickly in His hands.
However, the next moment, the big hand suddenly grabbed hold!
The vast world that originally housed endless creatures has disappeared, as if it had never existed.
What shocked Wang Mang the most was that in the palm of his hand, he saw a very familiar mark at a glance.
In the first picture, the being who waved away the sun also resides in it!
A power that even the sun would shy away from, but faced with that indescribable power, there was no room for struggle, or even no reaction at all!
And the last being looks even weirder.
He doesn't even have a specific shape, but relies on blurred lines to outline an all-encompassing circle.
Within the round object, there were also stars in the sky rising and falling, and creatures from all over the world dancing, but at last they did not carry out the method of destruction like the previous two.
The flow of time is extremely fast in that circle. New life is born and old life grows old every moment.
Until a certain moment, a creature approached the edge of the ring.
In an instant, a special wave suddenly came from the round object that was originally indifferent, and the creatures near the edge of the ring disappeared in an instant.
As time went by, more and more creatures came closer to the ring, and the ring finally began to fight back.
Large swaths of creatures fell, unable to stand up again.
But resistance works.
Different from the previous two, this time, a living being really broke out of the circle!
But before Wang Mang had time to rejoice over the creature that had escaped the fate of extinction, the countless creatures in the circle heard the sound of mourning everywhere!
All the previous efforts turned into shackles at this moment, and an unforeseen disaster struck!
Countless creatures were extinct!
When Wang Mang turned his head to look at another place, he was surprised to find that in the darkness, there were still existences that were slightly smaller than the three on the surface, but not inferior to them, peeping at everything. , but I wanted to look carefully but couldn’t see clearly at all.
The chill spread all over my body, and my whole body was cold.
Malice is everywhere, hanging over everything at all times.
After reading all the murals, Wang Mang gasped for air, his thoughts seemed to be filled with something, and he didn't even have the energy to speak.
This time, he didn't even want to comment.
These things are simply beyond comprehension and imagination for mortals to see.
But Saint White Lotus pulled his hand again, pointed at one place with her other slender finger, and said in a trembling voice: "Look."
"Um?"
Following the direction of the White Lotus Saint's finger, Wang Mang thought to himself that he had already seen the collapse of countless worlds, what else should be surprising?
However, the moment his eyes touched there, Wang Mang felt that his heart seemed to be tightly usurped.
Countless criss-crossing lines spread on the mountain wall. He had always thought that they were the lines left by digging murals.
Now he found out that he was very wrong.
Those criss-crossing lines are not leftovers from when the murals were carved, but are things like blood vessels that connect all the murals and finally come together.
Condensed into an eye more real than all the murals, it was staring at them.
The big eye was mottled with blood and tears, flowing meanderingly, and finally formed a line of large bloody characters under the eye.
【Don’t cultivate immortality! ! ! 】
(End of chapter)
